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summary: <blockquote>“I’d rather the devil we know. Wouldn’t you?”</blockquote> ➤ a tgcf fanfic about ling wen and pei ming, written for mxtx remix as a remix of my ling wen fic ➤ SHRIEKING. FLAILING. CLAWING AT MY FACE IN DELIGHT. I am so honoured that my fic could inspire this piece of absolute perfection ➤ the dynamics between Ling Wen and Pei Ming throughout are soooooo good. the affection and the insults combined, the way selfishness is manifested differently in each of them and the way it does and doesn't affect their connection ➤ ling wen nonsexually domming pei ming! ➤ the vibes of three tumours are so perfectly rancid! ➤ and the unofficial junior official chats! ➤ the way heaven in general thinks about ling wen's takeover! ➤ I'm just. blown away. this fic is EVERYTHING to me. ➤ 2k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>The captain of the king’s guard wakes up with strange lights and a voice inside his head. The voice explains that it’s something called the facilitating AI of a transmigration game (whatever that is), but most people in the captain’s position would call it “System.” The captain, you see, saw something he shouldn’t have (here he finds he has no memory of this) and was marked as an immediate host for transmigration. “But you’re my favorite character,” System tells him. “I had to do the install, but I destroyed the incoming data. I didn’t want to replace you.”</blockquote>

Summary: <blockquote>Chu Wanning went up the stairs with the same hesitation with which she'd descended. Each moment was an opportunity to turn back. To be good. She unfastened the latch instead.</blockquote> ➤ rule 63 modern au f/f ranwan ➤ chu wanning has atticwifed taxian-jun ➤ cwn is SO horny for her wife (wives) but can't let herself just enjoy that ➤ CHU WANNING. ➤ 1k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>After Mobei Jun loses access to his trust fund, he needs a new income source. Luckily for him, Shang Qinghua is rich, single, and inoffensive. What more could you need in a man?</blockquote> ➤ tshirt is a genius, this is SO funny, I'm dying ➤ modern au where mbj is a trust fund baby who's lost access to his trust fund, and what is he going to do, WORK for money?? no. ➤ enter sugar daddy sqh, or possibly findom mbj's paypig sqh ➤ 3k words in length

Summary: <blockquote>“She doesn’t like you like that,” comes Luo Binghe’s voice, so irritating that Liu Qingge’s face sours up like they’ve bitten a lemon. They direct a wintry glare at Luo Binghe, whose chair has been scooted as close to Shen Yuan’s empty one as possible in her momentary absence. Luo Binghe smiles beatifically at them, drawing her finger slowly in a circle around the rim of Shen Yuan’s finished drink- then raising it to her mouth and sucking the lingering wetness off her finger, pulling it out with a graphic pop.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Something had happened which Cosette did not immediately understand—but she thought, obscurely, that it must have something to do with fighting.</blockquote> ➤ a truly impressive arm joe fic integrating the stuff from the fighting game beautifully into worldbuilding in the novel

<blockquote>He lets himself imagine when he will be able to greet Mingjue again, since he has not seen him in a while. After he and A-Yao have greeted, Mingjue will be in the sort of mood Xichen most likes to see him in: agreeable and generous, full of good will and benevolence.</blockquote> ➤ written for the Discovery Channel Exchange, with bonobo sex as the prompt ➤ perfect pov choice for this!

<blockquote>In which Meng Yao, later Jin Guangyao, sets his heart upon the most unlikely of targets. (five times Jin Guangyao tricked Lan Qiren into hugging him, and one time he didn't have to)</blockquote> ➤ I love this vision for them both!!

<blockquote>"Your predecessor had your advantage in memory, attention to detail, organization, and support from the major sects." Ah, here was the disapproval Nie Huaisang had anticipated. Lan Qiren's expression was severe, his lips pressing briefly together. He continued, "Though you have done well for yourself, you cannot be expected to carry this burden alone. For that reason, in six month's time, I will be retiring from my current position in the Lan Sect." What. That didn't follow at all. "At that time, I will accept your invitation and take up the position you have offered." Lan Qiren's eyes were intent, boring into Nie Huaisang. "Though I expect you to continue without my assistance until then, you may write, both for advice and to get to know one another better." Lan Qiren steepled his fingers on the table between them. "Is that acceptable?" "You're saying yes," Nie Huaisang said slowly, "to the position I offered." "Yes."</blockquote> ➤ the end notes add so much to the experience

<blockquote>Oh my god, you guys: a heartbroken Luo Binghe decides to follow his beloved undergraduate advisor to Harvard, by any means necessary. "Here's your chance to make it, / so take it like a man!"</blockquote> ➤ author's note: "I'm not even tagging this for crack, you have eyes, you know what you're getting into." It's a fusion with legally blonde, and it's perfect

<blockquote>"In a cultivation world where every other innocuous meadow contained enough sex pollen to give the entire population hay-fever, cultivators had been forced to give up on ideals of total purity. While they still valued chastity, realists resigned themselves to fucking in the field due to mischance at least once. And given these circumstances, said cultivators generally felt that one’s first experience with sex might as well be a good one, and occur in a controlled, safe environment. Cultivators also lived long lives: the choice of spouses to share them with was a serious matter, which couldn’t be rushed simply for the sake of being over-nice about virginity. So, upon coming of age, a disciple was encouraged to offer themself up to someone for a ritual first night. The individual they chose could decline the honour, but unless one had a strong extenuating excuse, doing so was considered quite rude (and also resulted in a serious loss of face for the youth in question)." The governor of Jinlan asks Luo Binghe to claim his reward for saving the city. Luo Binghe only wants the things every rising young cultivator is entitled to.</blockquote>

<blockquote>modern!au where... i think i may have lost my mind? cucumberplane main ship, mo-->shang, bing-->yuan, plus uh. Only having one friend. / “And that,” says Luo Binghe, the light reflecting red into his eyes as he stared at the bedroom across the garden and down a level, where Shen Yuan was sighing and smiling into his boyfriend’s mouth, glasses askew. “That’s where we bury Shang Qinghua’s body.” “Oi.” “You can keep him there forever,” says Binghe, as though this is supposed to appeal to him. “You know he’ll never leave you, never reject you, never suck face with anyone else.” “Are you crying,” says MB. “Of course I’m crying!” bawls Luo Binghe, beautiful face the picture of misery. “The love of my life is kissing some stupid little gremlin and you won’t even help me murder him!”</blockquote> ➤ OH MY GOD this is exactly as unhinged as it should be ➤ series consists of: an iceberg with your name on it face-first into the ice-cold ocean

<blockquote> Shang Qinghua sighed. “Well, I suppose men will always be led by their bedpartners.” [...] As Liu Qingge left the other peak lords behind, he considered this latest weapon in his arsenal. Could he use it to defeat Shen Qingqiu, and finally become Yue Qingyuan’s favorite? And, more importantly, would it be dishonorable? No, he decided. It would be the bond of warriors. Liu Qingge wants to be Yue Qingyuan's favorite shidi. Shen Qingqiu doesn't want to let him. Yue Qingyuan just wants his martial brothers to get along. And nobody gets what they want. </blockquote> ➤ delicious complicated relationships that never get resolved! sort of gen, sort of poly?