This is Shirasade‘s fic and vid recs collection, starting 2015. (Unfortunately my recs from 2005 onwards were hosted on Delicious and went bust with the site, although I found an unsorted bookmarks list from 2010.)
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Of course, he’d heard of jiaoren, everyone had. Beautiful maidens with tails for legs, living deep in the sea and emerging to sell the most beautiful silks, woven by their own hand. He’d even heard their tears turned to pearls.
But this was not the sea, and this was not a woman’s body.
“I’m just–a little bit of rest would be nice,” Jiang Cheng finally admits, and he leans even more heavily against Lan Xichen. He’s just glad that he’s too sick to get as flustered around Lan Xichen as he usually does whenever the other is even slightly close to him.
“A little bit of rest it is then,” Lan Xichen easily agrees and slings his arm around Jiang Cheng’s waist. “You’re burning up.”
“It’ll pass,” Jiang Cheng mutters, though now that he knows he doesn’t have to pretend to be alright anymore, he feels worse with every passing second.
“Under the right care,” Lan Xichen says and carefully walks Jiang Cheng towards his quarters.
It isn’t that it’s too late in the day to arrange for a separate room for Wei Wuxian. It isn’t that all the beds are full or even that Lan Wangji wants to keep an eye on him tonight. It simply does not occur to either of them to pursue separate sleeping arrangements until they’re both wearing just clean underrobes, standing in front of Lan Wangji’s bed.
“I can take the floor,” Wei Wuxian offers half-heartedly.
“No. You’re my guest,” Lan Wangji tells him. He does not offer to take the floor instead.
“Mister Mo. I’ll be happy to help you find your friend, but first I need to tell you something.”
She looks very serious. Wei Wuxian braces himself, mind flitting through the possibilities. What could she need to tell him? He’s already seen that he has all his limbs, that can’t be it. Is it his face? Is that why they don’t know who he is?
Before he can raise his hand to check for facial wounds, she continues. “There was a train derailment. Many people were injured and many were killed.”
She goes on relentlessly. “But that was over three years ago.”
Jin Hyuk prided himself on knowing everything that happened within the walls of his patisserie. This was why, when Sun Woo greeted him with a kiss on the mouth on the morning of December twentieth, he wasn’t sure what shocked him more, the kiss, or the fact that he had no idea where the sprig of mistletoe pinned above the entry to the kitchen had even come from.
Yet another masterpiece, telling an entire AU in almost 10 minutes – young cultivator Mo Xuanyu wants to join the Lan sect, where he meets Lan Wangji, whose betrothed Wei Ying disappeared a long time ago…