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hell is the talking type (10k, T) by theroyalsavage/@theroyalsavage

dragonji au (73k, E) by cicerfics

daily dose of wangxian bunny fluff (G) by daltoneering/@daltoneering

hold the quiet of my heart (53.4k, T) by moonsteps

San Lang laughs. It’s low and raw and makes something in Xie Lian’s chest dance. Pitter patter, pitter patter, like ballerina toes. “So why are you meeting with Hua Cheng?”

“To ask him to live with me,” says Xie Lian immediately.

live from new york (87k, E) by varnes 

Wei Ying lets out a long, ugly groan. “I am fine, Lan Zhan. Everybody is overreacting, it’s so embarrassing for all of you.”

“You had undiagnosed pneumonia, which you walked around with for weeks until you passed out during dress,” Lan Wangji corrects him. “It got a big laugh, until everyone thought you were dead.”

He keeps his voice even and does not tell Wei Ying that it had been Lan Wangji who caught him, who called the ambulance, and who rode with him to the hospital, where he was yelled at by nurses who wanted to know why he hadn’t noticed that Wei Ying couldn’t stop shivering or string proper sentences together.

“Rumors of my demise have been vastly overstated,” Wei Ying says. “Anyway, I’m already feeling much better. Basically fine. Really almost completely back to normal, so stop babying me and tell me why the fuck you let your stupid brother hire the worst man in the world to host our show.”

Gentian Seeds (9.8k, T) by yuyu_finale/@yuyu-finale

Lan Wangji's travels take him to a nondescript yet somehow painfully familiar seaside town. His reception is unusual; he is met with wistful stares and frantic whispers, and it all comes crashing down when the inn's proprietress utters a name he hasn’t heard in years.

Digging for Orchids (43.7k, E) by betts/@bettsfic

“It is possible,” Hua Cheng began slowly, for once looking like a real person and not a god who had meticulously chosen a human suit in which to travel this petty and boring mortal world, “I may have lied a little, to my cohort. I may have told them, a few of them, not many, I was married.”

“Okay,” Xie Lian said, assuming he was talking about his special someone.

“To you.”

“WHAT.”

I Wish You Would (51.5k, E) by brooklinegirl

it's just (aah) a little crush (crush!) (9.5k, T) by sweetlolixo from their threadfic 

Everyone around this lunch table had already taken turns announcing who their crush is—yes, even Jiang Cheng, even he of all people, had a crush!—and Wei Ying is so painfully aware that he hasn't.

Oh no, he thinks, panicking. For the first time in my life, I am being Left Out.

So he says the first name that comes to mind, the safest person he can think of, "Lan Wangji.”

Lan Zhan walks into the dining hall at this very moment, overhears Wei Ying saying this, and immediately goes into hiding.

Nothing But Trouble (60k, E) by brooklinegirl

"I don't want to really date anyone. It's so stupid, I just need to pretend date someone until Jiang Cheng gets his act together, then go back to my own life." He stares at his empty coffee cup.

"Date me," Lan Zhan says. Then he looks at Wei Ying's empty cup. "Would you like another cup of coffee?"

"Always," Wei Ying says automatically. "But wait, what."

"I'll get you another cup." Lan Zhan rises smoothly from the table.

"No, wait, hang on." Wei Ying grabs his wrist before he can take the cup and Lan Zhan freezes up, staring down at where Wei Ying is hanging on to him. "Fuck, sorry, I'll—" Wei Ying hastily lets go of his wrist. "Sorry, I—what did you mean?"