#tgp fluff

[idlebeks]

A few more SVSSS recs for the pile

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

-

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

[madwomansapologist]

Hii!! I don't know if you still write for The Good Place but if you do, could you give us some nsfw and sfw headcannons being Tahami Al Jamil's partner? if you don't write for it then feel free to ignore this, thank you for reading!

dating tahani al-jamil would include

Masterlist | Rules | Taglist | Library | More Tahani Al-Jamil | AO3

synopsis: If soulmates do exist, they're not found, they're made. Tahani never took that advice seriously until she met you.

warnings: gn!reader. fluff. nsfw on the second part.

ps: i'm still writing for tgp, feel free to request more for that show! tahani is such a great character, hope you like it!

• Tahani strives for excellence. No. She pursues excellence. With claws and teeth. Tahani is driven by the need to improve, to be the best, to always surprise. She thinks the same way when it comes to relationships.

• She doesn't withhold efforts to make sure you're happy. Tahani will fight to make sure you never, even for a moment, question whether she's the best person for you. Tahani will do anything to show you that she is the only possible choice.

• Do you have a favorite cuisine? French, Japanese, Brazilian food? The jet is coming. She will take you to the fountain. Oh, you're not happy with your haircut? For Tahani you are perfect, but with just one the best hairdresser alive will attend to you. Is your room messy? Stay calm. Marie Kondo is coming.

• Don't you have a skincare routine? Tahani knows exactly what's best for your skin. Every night it feels like you're in a teen movie: skin care, hair hydratation, and anything else you want to do to take care of your body.

• It is very important to Tahani that you attend her events. Tahani wants your company and your support. There's nothing to calm her down when she's on stage like seeing you watching her with heart eyes. She loves to see the pictures online, how you're always glowing beside her.

• Tahani is rooting for your success and is not afraid to invest in you. If you have a dream, she will help you make it come true. Her own dream is the two of you, successful, supporting each other for the rest of your lifes.

• When Tahani feels jealous, she is the most passive-aggressive person that ever lived. She is able to offend and still make the person doubt whether they are really being offended. That grace that hides what Tahani really feels always makes you laugh

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• Tahani is intense. She sucks all the oxygen out of wherever she is. Tahani doesn't go unnoticed, and that applies to everything. This applies to the way her hand is almost crossing the line during an event. How her eyes pierce your soul. How delicate and graceful words hide double meaning.

• Tahani knows what she wants and knows how to get it. She's bossy, but you always knew that she was. Tahai guides you, puts your hand where she wants to be touched, makes it clear what she wants you to do.

• She would never do anything in public, ever, but that doesn't mean she wouldn't want to get laid during one of her events. Lock the bathroom door and have fun. It's dangerous, maybe people can be suspicious about why the best host in the world suddenly faded away, but it's so good.

• Tahani knows that she's attractive (can we please talk about that scene where she was Eleanor's soulmate, please? 🥵). Tahani will flirt like hell and will tease you about it. She's great at it.

• And you can kill me for that, you can hate me for that, but I will never, ever, be silenced: Tahani loves to smoke a joint after an orgasm. That's it. I'll never be censured! No one can stop me!

GENERAL TAGLIST: @suakemi @notanalienindisguiseblink

THE GOOD PLACE TAGLIST: @suakemi @notanalienindisguiseblink

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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[bowieandqueen11]

Sacrifice Yourself / Michael The Good Place Imagine

Request: write somethin about Michael from the good place 

I watched the last episode of the Good Place, and although I love Michael, Imma marry Chidi XD

I wasn’t sure what my first Michael imagine should be, so I just kind of redid my favourite scene of his!

‘Any day now man!’

‘Hey, guess what. I just solved the- uh, the trolley problem. Huh. I solved it.’

Michael looks away from the great, cavernous, cold stone building he’s called home for so many, many years now to turn back to you. There’s a flicker of something in his eye, just a moment of unkempt passion that passes by like a flash of gold reflected off a murky puddle during a sunlit day, but it’s bright enough for you to spot. To worry you.

‘That’s really great, Michael, demon boy, but now is really not the time for this-’

He ignores the plea in your voice, the panic in your actions as you grab onto his plaid suit, soft as you rub it almost unconsciously under your fingertips, a little nuance you hadn’t realised you’d picked up. He walks up the few little steps to reach you fully, almost leisurely, as if about to launch into a great speech concerning the Good Place and all its residents again, but you both knew it was too late for that.

‘You see, the trolley problem forces you to choose between two versions of letting other people die, but the actual solution is really, much more simple.’

The gaping hole swirls blue behind your head, as blue as the forget-me-nots you had placed in a little mason jar with his name embroidered around in silver on his desk during the first week of the experiment.

Unexpected, it had been, as he sat for countless nights after that with a fist under his chin in the near darkness, just staring at the petals as they flicker as if blown by a spring wind. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. Something new-

It was that bright and bold yet ever so delicate burst of optimism that such tiny flowers are, that was what was in you. It swirled around your head as you gaze up at him with those large, worried eyes he’d found himself daydreaming about far too often for his liking when Janet was talking. His lips twitched nearly into a full blown smile as he hears Shawn bellow after him from the stairs behind.

He thought it made you look angelic,

‘...’

‘...Sacrifice yourself.’

‘Hey, no- come on, that isn’t fair, it isn’t fair Michael-’

‘Hey, hey, it’s alright. Really, it’s okay. Gosh, before I met you, I never really understood humans. They were always so complex, just frustrating big bags of goo. I never understood at all the emotional spectrum that you guys keep whipping between...but I think I’m finally starting to.’

He delicately removes the pin pricked to the lapel of his suit jacket, his fingers reaching out almost too slowly to brush against the corner of your shirt. Before you had even noticed he’d done it, his hand was gone.

He dares himself in that moment to reach out through the dust swirling in the darkness between you until his fingers brush tenderly over your skin, just under the little dip at the bottom of your ear. Pushing a few strands of hair back, slowly, as if the movement might break him, his hand shakes as it lingers for a moment longer than necessary.

‘Goodbye, Y/n.’

The last thing you felt was his hands pushing against your chest.

[lost-inyourwords]

Valentine's Day (Chidi & Eleanor)//The Good Place

A/N: I'm still not over the season 3 finale so I wrote some fluff to heal my heart, so enjoy this Valentines-themed pre-craziness piece. Requests are open so if you enjoy this, I can write more stuff like it!

Warnings: none, fluff (might melt your heart)

Chidi was in the kitchen, which worried Eleanor. He was completely out of his element in an environment like that and upon waking up and not finding him laying next to her, she remembered the last time she had seen him cook. It was in one of the reboots, and he had been having a breakdown over having to keep her non-goodness a secret. That was the day that Eleanor learned what marshmallow-baked cabbage tasted like; and also the day she remembers as the first time that she puked rainbows. You'd think the Bad Place would have made puking impossible in heaven, but they must've been slipping. As she reminisced, she made her way to the kitchen, prepared for the worst. She was rehearsing her calming speech as the smell of maple syrup filled her nostrils.

"Oh! You weren't supposed to be up yet," Chidi remarked, startled at Eleanor being awake before noon.

"Good morning to you too. Glad you haven't burned the kitchen down yet," she fired back with a laugh.

"Yeah well, as funny as that would be, I made pancakes!" he said, a grin spreading across his face as he set a plate down in front of Eleanor. Her own smile grew wider as she admired his handywork; red heart-shaped pancakes topped with syrup. She looked up at him and pecked him on the cheek before he sat down. As she finished her stack of (surprisingly delicious) pancakes, the realisation hit her: "Oh shirt! Today is Valentine's Day!" That must've been why Chidi made such an effort for breakfast. She should reciprocate.

And so, the day began. There was a silent battle for who could be sweeter and it raged on relentlessly. Eleanor showered Chidi with compliments about his gorgeous pancakes which were 'the fluffiest she'd ever had' and the other treat about them was how cute he looked while he made them all look perfect just for her. Chidi fought back, first by buying her flowers (the best thing about fake heaven was that any flower was in season at any time, so it reduced his stomachache about her not liking them) and then by attacking her with little kisses and cheesy pickup lines.

As the day wound down and their candle-lit dinner (this time prepared by both of them because "we work better as a team anyway") was cleared from the table, they lay in bed. His arm was draped around her shoulders as she nuzzled into his chest. Eleanor sighed contentedly.

"Thank you for today. Sometimes things get so hectic around here, and it feels like we barely have time for each other. But today was absolutely amazing. Spending it with tou was even better," she said, looking up at him.

"Hey, don't thank me. You made it equally as incredible for me. I love you," he said, kissing her forehead softly.

"I love you too, Chidi." Eleanor replied and in that moment, she wasn't sure if she could have meant anything more.

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Don’t Let Me Go

A quick whump mini-fic because I had a lot of TTDS feels yesterday and wanted to feed my whump kick.

TW: stabbing, blood loss.

It had all happened too fast for anyone to do anything. They’d all been so sure that she was harmless, the magnet handcuffs secure around her leather-clad wrists, disabling her powers. The danger was gone now. The imposter had been found. They were safe.

Idiots.

They should have gone with Michael’s suggestion. Take the Bad Janet to some pit in the deepest, darkest corner of the neighbourhood and lock her up. But Eleanor had been cocky. Eleanor, who had almost been pushed to her forking limits tonight, wanted to get it on taunting this trashy bench about her failures.

While she’d been too busy gloating and throwing insults, she’d been too distracted. She hadn’t noticed the fingers of the bound hands reach for the pocket of her tight leather pants.

“CHECK IT-!” Jason had been the one to see, as usual, but still not quick enough.

A white, piercing hot pain struck her abdomen. Eleanor glanced down to see an ebony dagger, swathed in an aura of black smoke, sticking into her sweater.

Jason grabbed the Bad Janet by her shoulders, pulling her back, in time for Michael and Tahani to come back into the room.

“ELEANOR!”

She heard them both cry, in unison, as the pain intensified in her torso, while her legs seemed to go numb. 

In a fevered blink, she was on the floor, one quivering hand searching for the handle of the weapon imbedded within her. She could feel its blade, scalding deep inside, and she wanted it out. Out! Her strength seemed to drain with the blood leaking down.

Tahani and Michael’s panicked faces hovered over her. Her vision began to tunnel, framing them in growing darkness, while their voices became muffled.

Fork. Was she...dying? How was that possible?!

All she knew was that everyone and everything around her felt so far away. Her ability to move her arms and legs more than a twitch seemed like a dream. Every single muscle in her was going through the mother of cramps, making her want to scream, if using her voice didn’t require the energy she lacked with each second.

Tahani’s eyes glimmer with tears. Michael’s teeth clench. Then he disappears.

No....No, come back! Dude, please come back!

She manages he weakest of whimpers, as Tahani gathers her into her lap and holds her close. If she wasn’t in so much blinding agony right now, she’d appreciate her head being privileged to rest on those gorgeous breasts.

“What did you do?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!”

“Oh, cool it, grandpa. It’s not like I killed her a second time...Just did the closest I could. Little present from Shawn I was supposed to save till the end or if you guys found me out.”

Eleanor struggles to listen in on the conversation nearby. When has she ever heard Michael yell like that? He sounds...for the first time in all her memories, demonic.

“Tell me what it is and how to fix it or I will marbleise you this instant and smash you with a hammer!”

“Yo, and I’ll set the hammer on fire, homie, now do as he says!”

Even Jason sounds pretty hot when he’s threatening...Holy shirt, can’t the cramps stop for a second to let her enjoy any of this?!

Her body convulses again, as Tahani strokes her forehead.

After they finally get the information out of Bad Janet, Eleanor watches as she’s dragged over to the fridge, her magnet cuffed hands pressed firmly to the door. Michael asks Jason to stay back but keep watch.

Another blink, and Michael is there, kneeling in front of her on the ground.

“It’s okay....It’s gonna be okay...” He whispers, reaching his arms out.

It really doesn’t feel that way right now, bud, she wants to reply, only able to gasp and wheeze. 

“Tahani, can you just keep hold of her...I need to pull the dagger out. It’s...gonna suck, Eleanor, I’m really sorry, but I have to.” He says, tentatively.

Another whimper, which she hopes he can translate. Just do it! Whatever you need to do, just get it done! 

Tahani’s hands grip her shoulders as Michael puts his over the ancient, engraved handle. 

“Okay...count of three...One.” He pulls it straight out.

Eleanor finally screams. Fork it, she should have seen that one coming! It feels as if the blade has taken some of her stomach and intestines with it, as she writhes and kicks, the thickest of bile rising up to her throat.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry...I always read that was the better way to do it.” Michael mutters, finding the nearest drawer and locking the dagger away, out of easy reach.

He rushes back to Eleanor’s side. There’s a weight on top of the hole in her gut. It all fades, in and out, her eyes catching little except Mindy’s ghastly ceiling overhead.

Another blink...and now she’s flying? No, she’s off the ground...

In someone’s arms.

“Tahani, bring some tissues and any bandages or medical stuff you can find in this house that isn’t sex-related.” 

Michael’s carrying her. She feels so light, aside from her stab wound which still feels like it’s being stuffed full of red hot steel. 

He takes her through to the bedroom, which until a few moments ago had been an interrogation chamber. Michael swipes the sex-diaper away, thankfully, before laying her down. 

His fingers brush her cheek, guiding her foggy gaze to his eyes.

Damnit...he looks so scared...She wants to ask him who’s the one that’s been attacked here? Drama queen...

“Stay with me, Eleanor...Don’t fall asleep yet.” He tells her, “The blade was poisoned with some demonic venom. It’s gonna hurt like...well, There, for a few hours...but I’m gonna try to clean it out and make sure you’re okay. I promise.”

Tahani brings in some more tissues, probably to mop up the blood she must be pouring all over Mindy’s carpet and bedsheets. Michael’s hands try to keep the pressure on her stomach while he works.

“Is she going to be okay, Michael?” Eleanor feels her gorgeous friend’s perfect fingers link around hers and squeeze.

“Yes. Eventually...Would be much quicker if our Janet was here but I’m gonna have to improvise. I’m hoping they were expecting me to be out of commission or turned into goo before they planned to stab you guys with that thing.”

“Doesn’t your magic come from Janet?”

“Mostly, yeah...But I always keep some stored away and for myself in case of emergencies. Or Janet wants a night off with Jason.” 

Eleanor pants, heavily, wishing she could either be part of the conversation or just fall asleep. She hates just laying here, being talked over, inert and dependent. 

Michael bites his lap; “Can you roll her sweater up above the cut please?” He turns his eyes to Eleanor; “I’m just gonna put my hands on there and try to use my own powers to clean it out and...hopefully take some of the pain away, Eleanor...I’d ask your permission but I honestly don’t care right now if you want me touching you or not, I’m not gonna leave it to get worse, so deal with it.”

She manages the weakest of smiles, while a tear pricks in the corner of her eye. Does he really expect her to be so petty about everything tonight that she’d refuse her best chance of being healed? 

Those long fingers find her sliced stomach, making her wince and gasp. Tahani strokes her hair back.

“Oh...fork!” Michael curses.

“What’s wrong?”

He shakes his head; “N-nothing, it’s just...I’m basically doing the equivalent of sucking out snake venom but with demon juice. It’s...attacking me back as I’m trying to absorb it out...”

Wait. What?

Tahani frowns; “Michael, are you-?”

“It’s fine, Tahani! I’ll be fine. Just...focus on Eleanor, she needs you more than me...”

Eleanor tries to lift her head when she hears Michael groan, her own pain lessening, just a little.

...Buddy, what exactly are you doing?

The last thing she sees before passing out is Michael pressing on her gut, his own face contorted in pain, suppressing what looks to be a scream as he bites down on his lip. Don’t do this, she wants to tell him, don’t forking hurt yourself for me, I don’t-

A longer gap passes this time. Nightmares swarm her brain for what feels like the shortest nap, bombarding her with images of Michael exploding, Janet in a cell, Chidi forever walking away from her, Shawn laughing, fire, fire everywhere.

When she forces her eyes open, Tahani is gone.

She looks up, relieved that she’s not alone, Michael still in the same place as before, sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over her, pressing his hands to her stomach. Tissues drenched in dried blood litter the room, but her wound seems to have stopped leaking. It still hurts like a mother forker. Every bone in her body feels as though she’s been pounded by John Cena....and not in the good way.

Michael...his head is bowed, eyes closed, sweat on his forehead. His outfit is all dishevelled, bow-tie undone, almost falling off his collar, jacket thrown aside. How long has he been in that position? How much...did he have to take to stay with her?

“Bu...” she whispers, trying to reach her hand out. Arm still weighs a ton.

Her assistant looks up, startled to see she’s awake.

“Hey...” He shifts closer, while keeping his hand on her; “Don’t try to talk or move yet, okay. I know I said not to sleep but if you need to rest then it’s okay.”

Ignoring him, as usual, she tries to touch his face. He sighs and takes her hand in his free one.

“Not much longer now. I think I nearly got it all...If it makes you feel better, I was feeling the same as you...Luckily being close to gross, demon juice isn’t too unfamiliar to me so I can handle it better.”

Weird flex, dude, she thinks with a grunt. 

“I told Tahani to go home and get some rest. Poor dear is completely exhausted. It’s been a shirty night for all of us...You most of all.” Michael mutters, guiltily.

Had she not been stabbed with a literal ‘evil knife’, she’d be arguing with him.

“I’m so sorry, Eleanor. I should have checked her over for weapons before leaving you guys alone with her. I should have noticed she wasn’t...” He cringes, “I should have told you about the suit, I....This is all my fault.”

“Mi...” She tries. Now she’s ready to disagree. They’ve all forked up here. It can’t just be on his shoulders.

“Don’t worry, Eleanor. Shouldn’t take more than a couple of hours. And then once I know you’re all better, you can have a good, long sleep and I’ll be gone before you wake.”

Gone? No, for fork’s sake...No!

Another wave of agony takes hold of her, right on time as she wants to protest, causing her body to seize and convulse. She screams, her hand reaching for Michael’s shirt.

The dagger is still there. It has to be. She can feel it being plunged in. Over and over and over. Make it stop, buddy, please, make it stop-!

Michael sidles close and shifts himself onto the bed, letting her curl close against him, fixing his arm around her while keeping his palm pressed on her stomach, increasing the pressure a little.

“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay...” He whispers, cupping the back of her head; “I know it sucks, Eleanor, but nothing is gonna happen. You’re safe, the neighbourhood is safe...Bad Janet is locked up tight...The poison would have done a lot worse if left but it’ll be fine now, I promise. We just gotta ride this pain out, okay? Here...let me take some of it...”

His fingers stretch out over her wound and somehow she knows what he intends. She clutches his fingers.

“N-no...Don’t!” Don’t you dare.

He blinks at her, confused; “Eleanor, it’s fine, I’m not human, I can take it.”

“Bullsh!” Bullshirt, she wants to curse. She saw the look on his face earlier before she fainted. That wasn’t just ‘taking it’. If it was then she can do it by herself. “N-no...sh-sharing...I can...”

Like he said. It’s just pain. She had no problem handling any of that in her actual life, and she had been no stranger to it.

Her stern eyes fix on his; “That’s....o-order...Mich-el.”

The conflict shines behind his glasses. Of course he wants to disobey her. Fork, she would if their places were switched. But he owes her this after what went down tonight. And she owes him better than allowing him to keep on playing the martyr for them.

Reluctantly, he nods, moving his palm back to simply pressing on the wound, working whatever magic he was doing to cleanse it.

“Fine...Just tell me what you want me to do...” He says.

She sniffs, cringing as several tiny spikes begin shredding her organs, or so it feels.

“Just....s-stay...Please...don’t leave me...” She doesn’t want him gone. Not locked away. Not goo. Not out of her hair. Never. Stay. Tears leak from her eyes as she struggles to endure it.

Michael tugs her close, pressing his lips to her forehead as he strokes her hair.

“...I just meant me and Jason need to go save Janet...I wasn’t leaving forever.” 

Oh...obviously...

She manages a nod; “Y-yeah...You need to...” Now she feels like a selfish bench. Nothing new there.

Michael sighs, “I’m sure there’s no harm in waiting until you wake up and I can know you’re okay. Janet would understand.” He kisses her brow. Eleanor can’t help but melt, realising how long it’s been since anyone kissed her like that, not even Chidi. Definitely not her mother.

The pain barely lessens but at least she’s comfy. Nothing beats Tahani’s soft embrace, but Michael’s hugs were always the warmest...and now she knows why. She leans against him, weirdly enjoying the thought of all that fire underneath that suit. There’s even something a little sexy about knowing how big and terrifying Michael could be...and yet here he is, holding her, patching her up, keeping her safe.

Her fingers briefly brush over his collar, towards his shoulder, where she wonders if the present she violently left him from a couple hundred years ago is still there. She wants to joke that, had Janet aimed higher, they could have had matching scars.

Her eyelids flicker up as she meets her demon buddy’s eyes again, seeing nothing but sweet concern and affection. Damn it. How could she ever have thought he was someone else, anyone but her Michael? Or that he didn’t care about them? She’s such a dumbash. Her pained whimpers descend into sobs, choked with regret, until Michael cradles her tighter.

“I’m never gonna leave you. Never. Not unless you tell me to fork off.” He promises, carting his fingers through her hair.

She breathes out, nuzzling the crook of his neck. Yeah, bud, that is never gonna happen.

[prettyaroace]

you know how people ask you want for a gift, then you just completely blank?

i also do that when people want to know my fandoms and OTP’s

[xialing-gf]

acceptance

summary: sharing earbuds brought eleanor and chidi closer together (and the lessons about morals did too) (week 28 of my 30 weeks of writing prompts challenge: earbuds)

read on ao3!

wc: 1001

You know how you meet some people and you just seem to naturally despise them? That was Eleanor with Chidi. Well, despise is a strong word, but to put it lightly, Eleanor had no clue how Chidi was her soulmate because she could barely spend ten minutes in a room with the constantly panicking nerd, let alone eternity. 

Additionally, Chidi was way too kind for Eleanor’s liking and she usually absolutely loathed anybody who was kind because she thought they were faking kindness. However, in Chidi’s case, he seemed genuinely caring, albeit caring and stressed, which infuriated Eleanor and drove her to treat him with a cold but cautious shoulder.

Chidi had good reason to dislike Eleanor too since she dumped the truth onto his shoulders ever since the first day they met and expected him to help her handle it. As a constant worrier, having a major problem never fared with Chidi and on top of that, Chidi thought he was supposed to spend eternity with somebody who would make him happy, not a mess of a human from Arizona.

Admittedly, Chidi was also a little scared of Eleanor because of her lack of fear. She just seemed completely fine with the fact that she belonged in the bad place, wasn’t scared of Chidi turning her in, and verbally attacked everything that somehow inconvenienced her.

So, Chidi and Eleanor obviously had their differences and feelings about each other but Chidi still agreed to teach Eleanor about morals and Eleanor agreed to try to become a better person.

A few weeks into moral lessons, Eleanor already started getting distracted and forgetful. On one particular occasion, Eleanor forgot to come to the lesson on time so while Chidi was waiting for her, he sat on the couch and considered how he landed himself in this situation. As he contemplated his purpose, his eyes landed on the phone Eleanor left on the coffee table. Her earbuds were still plugged into her phone and her music was accessible via phone screen so Chidi decided to just give Eleanor’s music a listen.

He put the earbuds in his ears, pressed play, and listened to Eleanor’s music carefully. Surprisingly, Eleanor’s playlist wasn’t just overplayed pop songs, like Chidi imagined. Some of the songs were extremely touching and emotional, so much so that Chidi was surprised Eleanor would listen to such deep music while others were just fun songs to dance to. He stopped listening after ten songs as he felt like he was intruding on her privacy by listening to her music.

To be honest, Chidi really enjoyed Eleanor’s music so he started listening to it. He made himself a playlist simply titled “E” with the songs he listened to from Eleanor’s phone. Chidi always listened to music with his earbuds, so Eleanor had no idea what he was listening to until she asked him one day.

“What do you even listen to all day? You always have your earbuds in when you’re contemplating the reason for the existence of morals,” Eleanor asked, biting into a chocolate chip cookie Tahani dropped off earlier.

Chidi, a terrible liar, instinctively attempted to lie “Uh, French Rap.”

“Nah, you don’t even speak French. Hand over an earbud, buddy,” Eleanor held out her hand and Chidi sighed in defeat, taking out an earbud so Eleanor could listen. 

Eleanor furrowed her eyebrows together when the song transitioned to the next; then she abruptly exclaimed, “I know why this is so familiar! These are from my playlist. Where did you find my playlist?”

“You left your phone on the coffee table and I wanted to listen to your music,” Chidi explained sheepishly, glancing down at his hands as he actively tried to avoid meeting Eleanor’s eyes.

“Nice to know my soulmate looks through my stuff,” Eleanor quips before she shuts up and listens to the music with the Chidi.

The following day, during breakfast, Chidi listened to the playlist with his earbuds and Eleanor purposely sat on his right side so they could share earbuds and listen to music together. Eventually, sharing earbuds became a habit; Eleanor and Chidi would listen to the playlist while sharing earbuds and taking a walk through the town or eating dinner together. 

Chidi showed Eleanor his music, explains what songs meant a lot to him and why. He showed her the songs that he listened to when he experienced his first breakup, songs he listened to when he was inspired to write, and songs that he listened to that made him nostalgic. In return, Eleanor showed him the songs that played the clubs she would go to with her friends, songs she enjoyed crying to when she thought about her traumatic childhood, and songs from her favorite TV shows. 

During this time, Eleanor and Chidi’s hate for each other starting eroding away and their close bond began to develop. And, even better, moral lessons were easier now that Chidi would make references to song lyrics to explain philosophical theories, which kept Eleanor more interested and helped her understand complex concepts quicker.

The most defining moment in their strengthening relationship was when Chidi made Eleanor a playlist for her birthday. He wrote down Eleanor’s birthday on his calendar so he wouldn’t forget and took three days to carefully craft the perfect playlist. Knowing Eleanor’s traditionally judgemental attitude, Chidi thought she would be critical of his present to her but she actually was so moved by Chidi’s gesture, tears started welling up in her eyes.

Composed of Chidi’s favorite songs and her favorites, Eleanor’s playlist represented everything their relationship represented. Chidi and Eleanor both loved this new playlist dearly and started listening to it together, still sharing earbuds even though they could blast it throughout the house and none of their neighbors would care. 

There was something so intimate about sharing earbuds that Chidi and Eleanor couldn’t exactly identify but they knew that by sharing their favorite music with earbuds, they felt more connected than ever.

~

[lovevalley45]

intertwined

sometimes, they were intertwined with one another, when no one else was there to see. zari, with one of her legs slung over nate’s, pressed against his side. a bowl of cereal was cradled carefully in her left hand, spoon dangling from the fingers on her right. one of nate’s arms was flung over her shoulder, holding a book in his left hand. his fingers traced little patterns against the fabric of her shirt as he read, not really thinking.

they didn’t talk, not even when her spoon was scraping against the bottom of an empty bowl and his eyes had glazed over. on a ship where silence was a luxury, it was nice to just be with each other.

eventually, though, nate would close his book with a soft thud. “hey.”

“what?” she asked, leaning her head against his. “i love you.”

with a soft smile, zari replied. “love you too.”

[dorliart]

The good Place Sketches 💕

[sugaredoleander]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21362131/chapters/50883808

Pairing: Eleanor Shellstrop/Tahani Al Jamil

Fandom: The Good Place

Wordcount: 11,368

Summary: This is purgatory, here life has death for neighbour. This is the café at the end of the world, this is madness, this is home. This is The Medium Place.

And today is the day of the welcoming party. Eleanor's fretting over her ballroom dancing skills, or lack thereof. Tahani offers to help, unknowingly tipping the first domino in a limitless lineup.

A story of falling in love when love, among most things, feels doomed for disaster. Of dancing, drunken flirting, coming out, idiots in love.

Written for Femslashex 2019

[idlebeks]

Masterlist of SVSSS Fic Recs

Updated Sept 2024. Mix of all ratings and themes. All Lou Binghe/Shen Yuan. A couple WIP but mostly completed works. This fandom truly is a treasure trove of great fic.

right from the start, I gave you my heart by nex_et_nox

"Bro, you know how many words I wrote per day, and how many plants I created!” Shang Qinghua whines. "I can't remember them all, it's impossible."

Shen Qingqiu narrows his eyes. "It was used with Wife #418.”

"That doesn't narrow it down any further. I'm not going to be able to guess it, so stop punishing me and just tell me how the flower nerfed you."

Shen Qingqiu grits his teeth. Obviously he wants to draw this out to punish Shang Qinghua, but it kinda looks more like he's punishing himself. There's a muscle flexing in his jaw, and if he puts any more pressure on his fan's guard, it's going to snap. Uh, actually, Shen Qingqiu kind of looks like he's in pain—

“A false dragonhead is also called an obedient plant. It’s in the name—the flower forces you to do whatever you're told," Shen Qingqiu spits out.

or: Shen Qingqiu runs afoul of one of Airplane's stupid wife-plot devices...just before a mission to Jinlan City.

stuffed with fluff (and blood and bones and rage) by nyoomerr

Ever since he was pushed into the Abyss, Luo Binghe has been dreaming of a strange world. In it, Luo Binghe's own face is everywhere, and his story is written out in humiliating detail for some stupid twink to read about. Luo Binghe hates the story, and he hates the dream realm, and he hates the godling within it - Shen Yuan - most of all.

Unfortunately, Luo Binghe can't do anything about it - within these dreams, Luo Binghe is stuck within the body of a doll.

second-hand alibis by nex_et_nox

“All right. I’m in Proud Immortal Demon Way," he says, once he's had a chance to compose himself again. He sits back up, tossing his stupidly long hair back over his shoulders where it belongs; he is totally calm and ready to grill the System for more information.  "Who am I supposed to be?"

Please please please don't let it be someone who Bingge violently murders.

Though given the fact that he's a man in PIDW, his chances are already skewed, and not in his favor. Ugh.

[Bound Role: Shen Yuan, Rogue Cultivator. Weapon: the sword Heng Li. Starting B-points: 100.]

or: Shen Yuan transmigrates as a rogue cultivator, one completely unconnected to any canon characters or events. Right, System? Right?

Type Casting by pallas_rose

Shang Qinghua’s fertilizer has unexpected effects on the mushroom body. In addition to... that, Shen Qingqiu doesn’t remember his death. Or anything at all after planting the Sun Moon Dew Mushroom seed in the dirt.

But he doesn’t need to, right? Shen Qingqiu knows PIDW and Luo Bing-ge like the back of his hand. He’ll be fine. He just has to avoid getting noticed—you know what happens to beautiful women in PIDW!

…though would life in the harem be so bad?

says the shadow by tciddaemina

Luo Binghe wakes up to the heavy, suffocating feeling that something is wrong.

His back aches, sleeping on the floor of the woodshed has left him stiff and sore, and yet all the pain and agony of his latest caning fades into inconsequentiality, washed away in the face of the sheer, suffocating, heavy dread pressing down on his shoulders. It steals the oxygen from the air, swelling to fill every inch of the room, the pressure crushing.

His eyes open too quickly, and he scrambles up, heart pounding in his throat, head snapping towards the door of the shed. There's a knot in his throat, thick, and he struggles to swallow around it, throat suddenly dry.

The woodshed looks as it always has. Nothing has changed.

Everything has changed.

-

Luo Binghe's shizun has a qi deviation and the thing left afterwards isn't Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Yuan's School for Unrepentant Assholes by TGP

Shen Yuan has been dealt a rough hand at the beginning of his life. Then he gets sort of adopted by Shen Qingqiu, who desperately needs someone to help smooth out his interpersonal relationships. Thankfully, Shen Yuan is awesome at understanding people and what they want!

Shen Qingqiu can't decide if he regrets claiming this chaos gremlin as his own or not, but now that Shen Yuan is here, he's never letting him go. He'll have to be pried out of Shen Qingqiu's cold, dead fingers first.

Meanwhile, Luo Binghe is just caught up in the wake of both of them and trying not to be dragged under.

(Or, a drama of errors with comedic moments, exploring the growing relationship between an unforgiving misanthrope with serious issues and a traumatized kid that just wants to teach him what family means (and maybe learn it, himself))

dreaming you the same sun in a different place by JRaylin441

[Activating: Bonus Chapter – In Another Life]

[We notice that you are searching for someone. Would you like to accept the bonus chapter mission In Another Life in order to reunite with User: Shen Yuan, Bound Role: Shen Qingqiu?]

Shen Qingqiu disappears. Luo Binghe isn't going to let that stand.

Written for a Gotcha for Gaza prompt "Luo Binghe sucking Shen Yuan's dick (any dynamic)" from an anonymous prompter

Lotus Seeds by Anonymous

Upon transmigrating into the body of a xianxia antagonist destined to die after being gruesomely tortured, Shen Yuan decides he won't give in to the demands of the System to meekly accept his fate. Instead, he runs away. (WIP)

High Mountain, How I Long by Minimalistless

Shen Qingqiu, after enduring his trial, is placed into Luo Binghe’s custody at Huan Hua Palace.

Tarnished Gold by Prim_the_Amazing

Becoming emperor of the cultivation world will start with a first step as small and basic as becoming Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace. For that, he must steal the position away from the current Head Disciple. Luo Binghe will sabotage, upstage, and completely and utterly best him.

The road to destroying everything and everyone who has ever wronged him, to becoming the highest ruler so that no one will ever have the right to control him ever again - it will start as simply as ruining Gongyi Xiao’s life.

Compared to everything else he’s already done, this should be easy.

-

Luo Binghe brings all his skills of cunning and brutality to bear on Gongyi Xiao, Head Disciple of Huan Hua Palace Sect. It… doesn’t go too well for him.

prophets on hold by nex_et_nox

Luo Binghe led the charge in the trial against Shen Qingqiu in < Proud Immortal Demon Way >. By all rights, the concept of a trial shouldn’t even be a glimmer in anyone’s eye until Shen Qingqiu’s blackened lotus has crawled his way out of the hell Shen Qingqiu tossed him in.

So why is Shen Qingqiu wrapped in immortal binding cables and locked away in the Huan Hua Water Prison?! 

[or: Luo Binghe is precisely one (1) year late getting out of the Abyss. This does not put a halt on anyone else's plans.]

Starstruck by Camorra

His phone buzzes again and Shen Yuan scoops it up irritably. It’s another message from DemonHeart.

DemonHeart: you seem to be a Luo Binghe fan

DemonHeart: we can get you access to him

Shen Yuan scowls.

PeerlessCucumber: do I look like I was born yesterday?

The response is instantaneous. A picture pops up on screen. Shen Yuan vaguely recognizes the woman that plays the drums, still in full stage makeup. Next to her, arm slung around her waist, is a face Shen Yuan would know anywhere. Luo Binghe, giving a wry smile to the camera.

DemonHeart: he’s a fan, you know

PeerlessCucumber: where exactly would we be meeting

Immortal Lamb Crusader Way by Mikkeneko

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into the last video game he played before his death -- the dungeon-delving, cult-building anthro hit game of the year, Immortal Lamb Crusader Way. Much to his dismay he finds himself in the role of the BBEG, the God of Death, He Who Waits -- Shen Qingqiu! Is there any way he can guide the protagonist, Luo Binghe, to level-up and victory without falling victim himself to the Lamb Crusader's blade?

And why does he want to pet the Lamb's fleecy head so badly? He's not a furry, okay! He's not!

The Scum Villain's Second Save File by the-night-gods-moon (HelloMyNameIsAlias)

Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua's shroom scheme falls through in a big way, and Shen Yuan is forced to re-transmigrate into another world that revolves around half-demons and messy, convoluted romances. Good thing he's an expert!

anachronism of the moment by plutoisgay

daemon au that follows Shen Yuan through his transmigration and life in PIDW

Shen Yuan transmigrates to a world of demons, harem-politics, and the ineffable notion of being perceived. His daemon, at least, seems to share his concerns.

We Are Not Wise by Boomchick, Suzoomie

When Shen Qingqiu drew Shen Yuan’s soul sword, it felt like being burned from the inside out. The fire wasn’t cruel, but it was still fire—hot and destructive, searing the softest pieces of him.

When Binghe’s fingers touch the hilt, he is ready for pain.

Transmigrated into a version of Proud Immortal Demon Way where cultivators manifest their own souls into spiritual weapons, Shen Yuan finds himself sort of kind of…accidentally blackmailing Shen Qingqiu into taking him on as a disciple before Luo Binghe joins the sect.

That should give Shen Yuan plenty of opportunities to make sure nothing goes wrong for his favorite protagonist, right? RIGHT!?

A story of twists, turns, hope, despair, and soul swords. Written for the Bingqiu Reverse Minibang 2023, illustrated and conceptualized by the incredible Suzu!

Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme by cinnamonsnaps

(oh my god they were roommates)

"Thank you, valued user, for accepting the Protagonist Rehabilitation Programme. Your task: Ensure the protagonist's happiness."

Shen Yuan is convinced that his favouri... least favourite novel's main protagonist isn't really happy. He has babes, money and power, but does he have any friends?

Cue the system handily dropping Demon King Luo Binghe into his bedroom. Can Shen Yuan make him happy before the timer runs out?

(90% light-hearted comedy, 10% existential horror and fear because this is the OG PIDW Binghe we're talking about)

Can't we just skip to the end? by chaoticgoodlawyer

When it was all said and done, Shen Qingqiu comforted himself that the end of the plot meant that, surely, all major events were out of the way. They were firmly in HEA territory and he could relax a little. Right? Right.

A year and a half into his marriage to the protagonist, he cursed himself for a fool when he woke next to a Luo Binghe from ten years in the past.

Meanwhile, a recently transmigrated Shen Yuan struggled to retain what little face he had when confronted with an overgrown, disturbingly gorgeous demon lord claiming to be his husband. Which is impossible, because he’s straight, the most hetero heterosexual to exist. System? A little help here??

Series

Sit With Your Soul by Tossawary

The original Shen Qingqiu suffers a severe deviation that unsettles his daemon, transforming them into a childish and inconstant creature, too curious and without any memories of the life that has made him so bitter. His soul is now unrecognizable to him and everyone can see his humiliation.

Shen Yuan isn't exactly happy to have transmigrated into Proud Immortal Demon Way at all, much less as this doomed scum villain's daemon.

A His Dark Materials Fusion AU. Knowledge of HDM not required.

Series

Celestial Afterglow by elanor_pam

Shang Qinghua, also known as Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, stared flatly at what had once been a field boasting near sect-level Feng Shui alignment, and the drowned, bloated remains of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower cuttings that had sprouted within it. Their plan was now quite literally a wash.

If only he could consult Cucumber Bro on how to save Cucumber Bro! But in the absence of Cucumber Bro, he could but rely on the one plot coupon the infamous Peerless Cucumber had ever applauded.

Tongfang by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Shen Yuan is reincarnated as a cannon fodder character and eventual murder victim in one of the whodunnit arcs in Proud Immortal Demon Way. Things escalate quickly.

Or: that one where young Luo Binghe’s career goal is ‘Bride’.

---

Shen Yuan shut his eyes as a young man waiting to die in a hospital and opened them again as a wrinkly infant covered in substances best left unimagined.

[Welcome to the System! The System is based on the concept ‘YOU CAN YOU UP. NO CAN NO BB.’ We hope to provide you with a rewarding experience. It is our sincere hope that during the course of your adventure, you can achieve your desire to transform a ‘Stupid Novel’ into a high-end and impressive classic. We pray for your happiness,] a mechanical and inflectionless voice announced over the general hubbub of the group of women handling him. Then it added, somewhat more worryingly, [Error.]

In Service by x_los

Emperor Luo Binghe goes looking for a Shen Yuan of his own. The one he finds has yet to fully ripen, but Luo Binghe is used to turning adversity into advantage.

Every Binghe/ge deserves a Happy Ending [buy one SY, get one free] by Shireyaki

You can have a Shen Yuan

YOU can have a Shen Yuan

WE ALL CAN HAVE A SHEN YUAN

Scum Villain AUs by Feynite

Various random alternate universe fics.

Includes:

Supervillain AU

Genderswap AU

Hades & Persephone AU

Dragon Monster AU

Mermay AU

Free Guy AU

& Many More!

Into the Abyss by esama

In which Shen Yuan pisses the System off and it sends him straight into the Endless Abyss.

Four years later, Shen Qingqiu does the same to Luo Binghe.

Fruiting Body by Calamity Butterfly (Calamity_Butterfly)

“A new body? What has my Shizun done?” Luo Binghe asks mildly.

“Oh, I died again, didn’t I? This time, I died saving you from a qi deviation brought on by that sword,” Shen Qingqiu answers, stroking the caps of the trembling mushrooms still pressed up against his sides. “I suspected I was going to die so I prepared a new body, just in case. But it’s taking a long time to remember myself, and I’m not sure I want to go back once I do.”

Shen Qingqiu awakens in the Sun and Moon Dew Flower body, more fungal than human, and networked into a vast, sentient mycelial network. His new body is more complicated than he anticipated. Luo Binghe finds him, and that is also more complicated than he anticipated.

The Many Trials and Tribulations of Ming Fan by The Feels Whale (miscellea)

Ming Fan just wants to get through ONE supervised night hunt without this happening.

Or: the one where Shen Qingqiu continues to be attractive to people who aren’t Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge. It's a problem.

---

“Da-shixiong.” Ning-shimei’s groan was barely audible to anyone who didn’t have a cultivator’s enhanced senses. To him and the rest of their assembled siblings, though, it rang out like a bell. The only one who didn’t notice was Shizun. He was up ahead and deep in conversation with the Lord who’d summoned them to investigate a series of local disappearances.

“I saw,” Ming Fan sighed. “Eyes front. Everyone knows their roles.”

Frankly, he’d been braced for this moment since he’d asked around about the family hosting them for the duration of this investigation. He’d discovered that they had two marriage-aged daughters in the household, neither of whom were engaged.

Loaded God Complex, Cock It And Pull It by Camorra

There were three things of which Shen Yuan was absolutely certain.

The first, that Luo Binghe was an irredeemable jackass.

The second, there was a part of Luo Binghe, and Shen Yuan didn't know how large, that wanted Shen Yuan dead for trussing him like a pig and dumping him on his own front porch.

And the third, that Shen Yuan was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with Luo Binghe.

P S Y C H !

omg they were roommates by smellslikecitrus

Shen Yuan was a normal chemistry major. What did he do to deserve getting booted into his least-favorite novel?!

Silver lining: Binghe makes really, really good food.

Plastromancy by x_los

"One night, Luo Binghe notices something odd about the way his blood is pooling on the floor of the woodshed."

A twelve year old Luo Binghe meets his Other Shizun.

AQ by x_los

Before he rose to captaincy, Shen Yuan attended a briefing given to all command level officers in Star Fleet that outlined the scope of the Q threat. According to Admiral Picard's report, the omnipotent Q are devious, amoral, unreliable, irresponsible and definitely not to be trusted.

Orphaned stowaway Luo Binghe doesn't even know he is one.

Living With a Tiger by x_los

Shen Yuan has been engaged to Emperor Luo Binghe from almost the hour of his birth. He grows up knowing his place in the world exactly; he is far less certain of his place in his betrothed's guarded affections.

Scum Villain's Accidental Romance System by BurnerAccount

Shen Qingqiu has accepted that yes, this is a novel. And yes, it is going to have stupid plot points that he can (probably) do nothing about. His inevitable, horrible fate is his most probable future - but hey, it's at least a ways off yet, right?

A Stallion novel has stupid tropes, but he's 100% - no, 1000% sure, that these aren't in the standard package.

Anyways, Stan Shen Qingqiu by x_los

Millennial vs Gen Z? Shen Qingqiu wishes.

A young transmigrator has a new idol; Shen Qingqiu is very tired

How To Stop Being Strung Along By A Guy & Get What You Deserve: 5 Steps to a Serious Relationship! by x_los

'Madam Meiyin said: “Milord’s fated lover pays very little attention to others. But the moment they come to care about someone, they will care with their entire heart and soul.”'

Shen Yuan transmigrates into Proud Immortal Demon Way with a firmly-tied red string of fate. It takes Luo Binghe roughly two hours to notice this.

The Favourite by x_los

Demonic Emperor Luo Binghe's reputation precedes him. It's just not very accurate.

I Wish You Were My Husband by Feynite

AU based on The Dreamer in the Spring Boudoir (familiarity with that story's not required).

Wherein Shen Yuan transmigrates into a harem intrigues romance novel (gay edition), Yue Qingyuan really fucks up, Liu Qingge is not suitable for his job, and no one even remotely sees Luo Binghe coming.

Always the Light Falls by Letters2Elvinscend 

Growing up is hard. Living up to your mother's expectations is harder. Realizing your Shizun is actually kind of hot is damn near impossible.

System Temporarily Unavailable, Please Don't Abuse The Substitute! by Asymptotical

The System has to go bail another System's world out of a plot crisis.

It told them that its Host would notice, but did they listen? Of course not.

We Never Dreamed These Walls by straightforwardly

When Luo Binghe falls into the Endless Abyss, he accidentally pulls Shen Qingqiu down with him.

[theoldgaylion]

Guys I have a huge need of Eleanor x Tahani fics…. especially fluff….. Anyone?

[bowieandqueen11]

The Bad Place / Michael Imagine

Request: So I was thinking that y/n could be crushing hard on Michael, and when they find out they’re actually in the bad place, they’re like “are we really in the bad place?” And Michael is like “yeah, dummy” and y/n is like “good. That means I can finally do this” and they walk up and kiss Michael

Thank you for the request @soggy-enchilada, I just watched the new episode!! <3

Comments, reblogs and requests keep the page going and are very appreciated!

The five of you stand in a semi-circle in Eleanor’s creepy clown house, Chidi looking like he was about to hyperventilate as Jason chews on a caramel, all four of them looking desperately at Eleanor.

But all you could feel was the heat on your shoulder from where Michael’s fingers had gently touched you when he had entered the room. You can barely look at him, standing nearly directly behind you, straight as a pole and almost looking smug as he reaches up to fix his bowtie.

‘This. This is the Bad Place!’

All of you slowly turn your heads to look at Michael, his eyes wide but the rest of his face almost eerily expressionless. Time seemed to stand still, every noise extinguished as he watches you for a second, before bursting out into laughter.

‘Oh, man! I can’t believe you figured it out. You really ruined everything, you know that? Eleanor, you really, really suck.’

‘God, I was so close to pulling it off!’

‘So she’s right?’

Michael moved over to lean on the side of Eleanor’s least favourite armchair, his face neatly as white as chalk as he tried to suppress the expression of stunned surprise and fear that kept on rushing up his stomach like lava. His shoulders hunched together like he was trying to disappear inside himself, and although he was staring at you, you felt as if he wasn’t really noticing you at all.

‘Yeah, she figured it out.’

‘But- but this is Paradise!’

Chidi just stared as if I'd just produced Kant right there on the cold oak floorboards. You could just imagine the sparks in his brain, desperately trying to connect the dots and instead just causing a short circuit as he holds his hands out.

‘Oh, it looks like Paradise, but it’s actually a filthy dumpster full of anxieties. We’ve just been torturing each other the whole time - since the moment we arrived! And everything Michael has done has just made it worse.’

‘Not everything’, you manage to pipe up, removing your hand from your lips.

‘What do you mean?’

You pause for a second.

‘So this... this really is the bad place.’

‘Yes, dummy. This is the Bad Place.’

There was something solemn swimming in his eyes. Their stunning, deep blue held a truth that his face was trying desperately to hide. The despairing chill that they conveyed made you feel heartbroken, but there was something else there too that shocked you to see. There was some hint of humanity, some sort of  love that burns there too, the sort that goes for an eternity.

‘Good. That means I can finally do this.’

As soon as the last syllable escapes your lips, he finds himself interlocked in a kiss.

Unexpectedly, his hand drifts to your hip. It settled there and pulls you closer. You splay your hand against his suit jacket, intending to push him away if he let go of you in disgust, but instead his head angled slightly to the side as you parted, his lips coming closer and closer to yours.

He lowered his face to yours again and your lips met. He placed his hand on your waist and drew you closer, deepening the kiss. As you parted, you saw his eyes sparkle and lips curve up into a smile you wanted to see day after day for all eternity.

‘Well, this is interesting.’   

[ongaku-ato-kakikomi]

hello!! can i make a request for trevor from tgp, just something like cute and fluff where you’re dating

Trevor groans as he slowly leaves Morpheus’ arms, his mouth giving out a yawn as he flutters his eyes open. It takes him a second before he notices you staring at him, the wide grin on your lips making him tiredly quirk an eyebrow at you.

“What?”

Your lips stretch onto your cheeks, a teasing glint appearing in your eyes. "I heard you talking in your sleep."

He groans once more, one of his hands shoving your face away. "Shush and go back to sleep."

A laugh errupts from your mouth as you push his hand away from your face, the mere sound of it causing his own lips to stretch into a genuine smile. He tiredly closes his eyes just as he takes a hold of you, your laugh turning into a chuckle when he brings you closer to him.

“Hm...” He gently press his lips against your temple, nuzzling his face into your shoulder soon after. “What did I say...?”

You approach your lips to his ear, your words coming out into a whisper. “You said you loved me.”

“Ugh. Disgusting.” He scrunches up his nose; though, a grin rapidly takes over his lips a few seconds later. “Sadly, it’s true.”

You giggle, pressing your own lips at the top of his head. He can’t help but slowly drift off when he feels your finger gently caressing his cheek, your own lips stretching into a sweet smile as you stare at him.

“I love you too, Trevor.”

“... you better...” He doesn’t open his eyes as he holds you even closer. “Cause I’m never letting you go.”

[shebeafancyflapjack]

Gingerbread

A sugary-sweet Hellstrop drabble written by a slightly drunk Rose.

“Okay, bud. You can open your eyes.”

Eleanor had lightly marched him from his office down a random path with his eyes closed. As much as Michael was certain he knew every speck of dirt in his neighbourhood well enough to be able to tell where he was, he had felt startlingly lost, unable to trust his demon senses to give him his bearings. He’d had no choice but to trust in Eleanor’s hand holding his.

And that was fine.

He suspected that Janet might have played a hand in dulling the sights and sounds around him to add to the surprise, which is confirmed when he finally opens his eyelids at Eleanor’s command. His jaw drops at what is before him.

“It’s-.”

“All for you, tallest hobo. I kept nagging you to build yourself a proper house or else I’d get one for you. So now you got a lifesize Gingerbread House.” She waves her hands at the two-story bronze-breaded walls and icing roof.

Michael gasps as he admires the candy cane beams, smoothing his palm over the red and white hard surface. The smell of freshy baked sweetness hits his nose, somehow unable to be detected before he opened his eyes.

“This is surprisingly sturdy! I mean I’m pretty sure that roof isn’t durable for harsh weather but, who cares, I get to control the weather!” He claps his hands, barely able to contain his joy, “What beyond Earth made you go for this design?”

“Well...I guess it doubles as a belated Christmas present.” She nudges her shoulder against his arm; “I saw that stupid grin on your face when I was wearing my giant shrimp slippers the other day. I asked Janet, she said you two were the ‘Mr and Not-Miss. Giftman’ who sent us those surprise gifts that one Christmas on Earth...and that you happened to pick out these ones for me.”

A blush fills his cheeks. 

“I just imagined you watching us on that rather creepy camera system of yours while we had that party...I know we don’t get Christmas here but seems sad you got to miss out and we didn’t even realise. So, here you go, dude. Do you like or should I send it to one of the cookie monster demons?”

He shakes his head, sniffing back some of the tears in his eyes. He clasps his hands together.

“Oh, it’s beautiful...Thank you, Eleanor, I...” He looks at her smiling up at him, a face of smart-ash sunshine, proud she was able to dupe him again; “Thank you so much, it’s beautiful.” He says as he keeps his eyes on her, not the house.

She reaches to take one of his hands, giving his fingers a squeeze.

“Well let’s go inside and decorate it then, the interior might be a bit boring...”

“Oh, are the guys all inside? Did you prepare a surprise Christmas party too?!”

Her smile fades to wide-eyed annoyance; “What?! Did you see them inside because Janet was supposed to block-.”

“No, no, no, it’s just...” He reaches up to thread his fingers through her hair, retrieving a shiny thread of silver; “You got tinsel in your hair.”

Fork, her expression reads before she smiles again. 

“Damn it, I thought I got it all.”

“I just assumed you were going for a new hairstyle. It suited you.” He compliments, his fingers still hovering rather too close to her head.

And yet she simply keeps smiling and leans into his touch.

“Oh, I also made this...” She hands him a card with a rather simple but vibrant drawing on it.

Is she trying to turn him into a sobbing wreck? Because it’s only sort of working.

It’s the first Christmas card he’s ever got....Even him and Janet forgot to exchange any, despite everything else they decorated their secret office with. The sketch is far cuter than his true form but he doesn’t correct her.

“Happy Christmas, you dumb demon.” She moves to stand on her tiptoes and kiss his cheek before pulling him into a hug.

“Happy Christmas, you filthy cockroach.” He whispers, resting his chin on her hair for a brief moment.

His hand rubs up her back, eternally grateful for the festive embrace he had wished he’d been able to give her that last Christmas, but seeing her face when she opened the present had been more than enough warm feels, and it much beat stuck in a room in another dimension holding her ticker tape. 

The hug is interrupted by a dangerous crumbling sound coming from the house.

“Oh, fork,” Eleanor pulls back; “We better get in there. I told Jason not to eat the load-bearing fudge!”

[hawkland]

Destiel fic recs/what I’ve been reading (round #2)

I promised (eventually!) more fic recs and I figured I’d better do it soon before my list to talk about got TOO long. Also I’m just bubbling to praise up an amazing fic I read last night that literally has given me a fanfic hangover this morning and I need you all to suffer with me.

Starting with that fic in question:

Aria for an Angel (84k) by anyrei, mugglerock. I hurt all over from this one and I command you to do the same.

That said, DO NOT READ if you can’t stand the idea of Cas finding love/happiness with someone else (even if the fic is endgame Destiel). Also don’t read if you can’t stand your heart being shattered by pain before being carefully put back together again. Those warnings aside, this is one of the most stunning fics I’ve read yet in SPN fandom and I’m going to rec it at you no matter what. I’ve been feeling very pissy at Dean lately, as I’m on season 12 in my complete watch-thru, and with how much Cas has been suffering and getting beaten down for, like, SEASONS now. And it got me looking for fics where Cas gets some of the TLC/love/care that he needs from someone else, at least until Dean can get his shit together. Enter Mick Davies. Mick comes to Cas for help with a case that ends up involving a Grigori, and the two grow closer as Cas enjoys spending time with someone who genuinely expresses care and concern for him...but when Dean finds out will he have to choose between the Winchesters, his found family on Earth, and his new boyfriend? And when tragedy strikes, is it too late for a second chance at his first love again?

This story is funny, hot, heartbreakingly sad and just completely wrung me out emotionally. The characterizations totally worked for me, the growth they all went through was the kind of stuff I only wish the writers of the show could pull off. There’s just...there’s so much pain and love and some good stuff with poor Sam and Mary caught in the middle of this shitstorm and I wasn’t sure I could be brought back around to wanting Cas and Dean together in the end, but the authors pulled it off and everything about this story hurts, and heals, in the best possible way.

The rest of my recs in this round-up beneath the cut.

Seek to Know You Better (32k) by ahurston. Season 15 canon-divergence—so no Empty, no rusty nail, but things are relatively calm and settled in the hunter/Winchester world. As such Dean and Cas go on a road-trip together, investigate some minor cases, and gradually open up and really TALK via a “36 Questions That Lead to Love” article Cas finds on-line. One of those fics that just gives you a happy glow inside to read; it feels very believable and the characters have a maturity and adultness to them that just feels right. The little details of all the places they stop for food while talking are a delight, and it’s just the right amount of pining (for me) before they finally get things together.

Purgatory, director's cut (27k) by runsinthefamily. THIS IS THE ULTIMATE PURGATORY FIC (well, in my reading adventures so far.) Written (apparently?) before season 8 actually aired, it takes a very different - and weirdly creative and bizarre - look at what purgatory would be like. And if Cas stuck with Dean through it all.  It also posits that as a human Dean would be “allergic” to purgatory and need Cas’s grace to hold himself together...but the deeper they travel, trying to get out, the more precarious Cas’s hold on his vessel becomes. I love everything about this fic, the weird imagery, the way Dean just...rolls with everything happening to Cas and still loving him because it’s Cas, not his vessel, that’s important.

Grooming Instincts (26k) by jemariel. More wing!kink which...yeah. Gimme all the wing grooming/back massages and weird angel anatomy, please. Cas is grumpy while going through what he describes as “molting” only...it’s a bit more complicated than that. And Dean has no idea what he’s gotten himself into until Cas starts grooming him...and Kevin is able to translate/figure out what’s happened. Funny and hot and just...a yummy happy read with great bits from Sam, Kevin and Charlie for good measure.

Things that Leave Marks (23k) by thestoryinsideme. Canon-divergent from Season 9.  Wherein it takes Dean three years to find Cas after getting kicked out of the bunker. And when he does, it’s apparent he’s been through a lot, and he’s not exactly ready to or certain about going back to life with the Winchesters. This was sad and sweet and fluffy and angsty in all the right ways for a comfort fic read. (Also features Cas the budding artist! I love that idea!)

Wavelength-gasm (11k) by Mumble-Bee. The fuck or die trope gets a very fun twist when it involves needing to fuck an angel in his true form. Dean certainly learns this the hard way! This rec is for all the trueform!Cas-loving freaks like me out there...I’ve certainly never seen a smut fic embrace the weirdness of it all like this one.

Drive Faster Sammy (7k) by almaasi. Speaking of fuck-or-die fics, pray for Sam in this one. He has to listen to Dean helping when Cas gets struck by one (again) and they don’t have time to make it back to the bunker—so things get kind of graphic in the backseat of the Impala.

Love Burns Its Casualties (5k) by anactoria. Beautiful and bittersweet fic set during “The End”. Present-day Dean can’t sleep, and ends up invited by future!Cas to spend what he knows is likely his last night alive with him.  Features casual weed use (if that bothers you), some very hot shotgunning (if it doesn’t), and is just...a wonderfully written atmospheric story that I’ve already re-read several times. (It’s especially a good read when slightly stoned yourself. Um. Not that I’m necessarily advocating for that sort of thing, unless it’s legal in your neck of the woods. Um. Anyway...)

something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow (3.7k) by celeste9. Heaven fic, so don’t read if that’s not your thing. Also don’t read if you’re completely convinced John Winchester is an unredeemable homophobe and terrible parent all around. I, personally, liked this take a lot more as it shows a struggling but not horrible John confused about why this angel keeps popping over, asking Mary questions about what Dean will want in his little slice of Heaven. The title really describes the lovely mood of this little fic and I liked it a lot.

heaven, reconstructed (9k) by vaudelin. Another Heaven fic, more focused on Cas than Destiel (but that is endgame). Goes into what exactly Cas was doing, working with Jack to try to build a better Heaven while awaiting Dean’s eventual arrival. It’s a great fic for world-building (in more ways than one!) in the SPN universe and I like a story that explores Cas’s relationships with others beyond Dean and Sam. I’d add too that as a fan of The Good Place, I just in general enjoy stories that look at the complexity of what actually would constitute a “perfect” afterlife. So imagine Castiel as a TGP architect here if you will (I certainly did!)

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) (4.9k) by Bzzee. Another heaven!fic, but pure delightful crack. What happens when Dean and Cas run into one of Cas’s ex-boyfriends in Heaven’s roadhouse...who just happens to be Jesus Christ. Dean isn’t too happy with that knowledge (and neither is Judas). Just read it—heresy and all. For a crack fic it’s actually wonderfully smart and wicked.

Can't You Hear It Calling (4.7k) by imogenbynight. A “missing scene” from s8e32 (Sacrifice). Cas expects to never see Dean again once he (expects to, at least) close the gates of Heaven. As a parting gift, he takes Dean back in time to a Led Zeppelin concert...and then a motel room to spend a final night together. As a music lover, the description of the excitement of the concert (and the happy/sadness when the show is almost over) totally hit me in the feels...and it’s such angsty/beautiful smut when they get together.

You're Gonna Live Tomorrow (3k) by MajorEnglishEsquire, microcomets, orange_crushed. Cas doesn’t know a lot about being human (yet), but he does know one thing - he wants to marry Dean. Sweet, sweet happy fluff, just enjoy.

Who's Counting? (1.7k) by Annie D (scaramouche). Just some pure angel-powered delicious smut. Dean learns the hard way, over and over again, that angels have basically no refractory period.