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ModernAU tianlang-jun/linguang-jun simultaneously acquiring orphan nephews they're unprepared to look after. 8yo zhuzhi-lang and toddler mobei jun.

As they bicker over what food is appropriate for children, zhuzhi-lang walks in the kitchen and quietly cooks on a stool he finds. It's rudimentary but edible.

He deposits mobei jun into a chair and politely gestures for the adults to sit. They're quietly impressed--linguang-jun only slightly turning his nose up--at the bowls he sets before them with his little, careful hands.

zhuzhi-lang even feeds mobei jun, successful after a few swatted utensils.

"How do you know so many things at such a young age?" tianlang-jun inquires playfully.

zhuzhi-lang answers, unblinking, with a child's straightforwardness, "mama wanted me to learn things before she died."

linguang-jun nearly chokes on his noodles.

mbj pulls a face like he's about to upend his bowl. Then he starts sniffling, big black eyes shining. linguang-jun just swallowed his difficult mouthful and he's recoiling from the sudden display of emotion from the otherwise quiet child.

zhuzhi-lang informs them, "he misses his mama too."

tianlang-jun feels bad that zhuzhi-lang automatically takes on do many responsibilities around the house. One, he knows the boy did the same for his ailing mom and two, he's supposed to be taking care of him.

But zhuzhi-lang really doesn't mind.

Despite his age, he understands what this new jiujiu has given him. A nice permanent home in a safe neighborhood. He can walk the streets alone without feeling scared—like he used to do when mama became too sick for grocery shopping.

jiujiu's bf yells at him when he tries picking up a few things they're low on.

linguang-jun comes rushing out the door, mobei jun on his hip and gnawing on his shoulder, grabbing him roughly by the elbow.

He's furious, asking if he's lost all sense, leaving the house without telling him!

It's scary for half a second, until zhuzhi-lang notices linguang-jun shaking. He's basically ignoring mobei jun drooling on his shirt.

Oh. He's worried.

zhuzhi-lang blinks, slowly. He apologizes and tells linguang-jun he doesn't need to worry, he knows the way. The market is closer than the one by his old house.

"That's not the point! Your jiujiu would be insufferable if you suddenly disappear out on your own."

linguang-jun snatches his hand and adjusts mobei jun on his hip. "Detach yourself, leech. Let's get this over with."

zhuzhi-lang lets himself be pulled along, hardly able to match linguang-jun's long strides.

It was nice shopping together.

Experiencing a lot of emotions about baby zhuzhi-lang growing up too fast caring for his sick mama. The mother/son pair living in poverty in the wake of his dad abandoning them one night. zhuzhi-lang's mama was too proud to ask the family she ran away from for help until it's too late.

Switching tracks for a sec to explain tianlin's top surgey preferences:

linguang-jun "money is no object for looking your best" vs tianlang-jun "my body is perfect as is, why would I change it?"

This results in a few awkward moments on tianlang-jun's no binding days. Baby mobei jun full on grabbing his chest.

linguang-jun was in love with mobei jun's eventual mother back before he was out. His father refused giving his consent on their union, citing it as pointless. "No daughter of mine will waste her life. Two women can't produce children."

Furious, linguang-jun spits back "well this son of yours has no plans on having children!"

He leaves the house, his family, and his inheritance behind. Pretends he doesn't care that the woman he lost everything for ditched him for his brother.

It's a bittersweet victory he's the only one alive to care for the family's precious heir in the end.

The last time he saw his brother and sister-in-law alive, they extended an olive branch by inviting him to mobei jun's first bday. The old man was dead by then.

His guts twist seeing the happy family.

He drinks too much, steals baby mobei jun away. Drunkenly tells the fussy child the whole sorted tale, how he should have been his dad. Laughing bitterly at the absurdity of his own statement.

His parents find them some time later, frantic.

sister-in-law snatches the child back while her husband berates linguang-jun. The two trade barbed words before linguang-jun is bodily ejected from the house.

The next he sees the boy it's 2 years later & mobei jun's parents are gone. Their private jet crashed in the sea.

The same week tianlang-jun's sister passes from cancer.

I like to think this starts with 5yo zhuzhi-lang carefully bringing his coughing mama a glass of water, spilling some along the way. She takes it and gives him a long, sad look.

Ok. If she's must leave him, she'll make sure he's prepared.

She underestimated how much time she had left

Additional tidbits for this au:

-zzl has patches of severe eczema all over, including his face. Because of this he shies away from strangers and crowds.

-He acts disarmingly mature and calm, a symptom of how his grief has desensitized him.

-mbj is nonverbal and less expressive than most kids his age.

-Also he's a biter.

-tlj pays the bills by reviewing erotic novels. They're littered across the apartment.

-tlj/lgj are in WAY over their heads.

#svsss #tianlang jun #linguang jun #zhuzhi lang #mobei jun #wip #tianlin #forgot I made a ship name for them

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eyes-of-mischief · 11 months

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weekly fic recs | 40

fandoms: bnha, mdzs, svsss, tgcf

bnha

Everything Will Be Okay by iizukuus

“Stop. Fucking stop that. Tell me what the fuck that was in the damn video, Deku.” Deku. The Deku in the video. That Deku… That Deku does not exist. It could not have happened to him. He did not get held up after school that day. He does not remember. He was not touched. Not him. Not strong, UA Deku. Any other Deku before UA does not exist. It did not happen. So, Izuku looks at Kacchan, and he asks again, flatly. “What are you talking about.”

Class 1A gets sent an old video of Izuku from a time he thought he buried and everything for him falls apart from there. (His family is there to pick up the pieces.)

always sunny (in the rich man's world) by aloneintherain

Jon can barely see the delivery man behind the massive bouquet spilling out of his arms. He doesn’t know much about flowers, but he can tell this arrangement is beautiful. And expensive. Red and black wild flowers sprout up between thorny roses, held together by a dark ribbon.

“I think you have the wrong house,” Jon says.

The delivery man turns and checks the number on their mailbox. “Nope. This is it.”

Jon is just wondering whether he has to contact the Justice League about this would-be stalker when Kon thunders down the stairs. “They’re for me!”

(Or: The Kents and Waynes find out that Tim’s love language is gift giving.

Kon isn’t a sugar baby. Really, he isn’t. He isn’t.)

I'm a Good Pretender by shipNslash

“You’re doing it again,” Bruce says, tone accusatory. “You’re faking.”

“It’s not faking,” Dick snaps, a little more aggressive than he means to be. But he doesn’t like that word, doesn’t like the connotations.

(Especially when he knows Bruce is lying about something, too.)

“Then what is it?”

“It’s called being charming and it’s nice.”

-_-

Dick’s mother raised her son to be a star. Dick’s father raised his son to be an athlete.

Bruce's new ward is charming (manipulative), dedicated (obsessive), and way, way too smart for either of their own good.

mdzs

never beat, never break by words-writ-in-starlight (WordsWritInStarlight)

(major character death)

A-Yuan cries. It is the only sound with meaning. He cries in the restless choked waves of a child beyond hope of relief, who believes that crying is all that is left to him.

Lan Wangji lies still and listens and is grateful for the sound, insofar as he is anything.

Lan Wangji doesn't die under the discipline whip. It takes time to come to terms with this.

maybe together we can get somewhere (any place is better) by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool

Lan Zhan is six years old.

He lost a baby tooth three weeks ago, his favorite toy is a plush rabbit named Didi, and he makes his bed every morning when he wakes up. Mother used to tuck him in at night after putting Lan Huan to bed. She’d come into his room with a storybook in hand and read to him until his eyes drooped, her warm voice and gentle smile lulling him to sleep. He misses her comforting smell, like cookies.

He doesn’t know why she went away, and when Lan Huan explains it doesn’t make sense. He says Mother is gone and she still loves them very much, but they can’t see her again. Lan Zhan tries to understand, he waits outside her bedroom door in the east wing of their home, but she never opens the door. He tries to enter the attic where Father sent her, but he can’t reach the top rung of the pull down ladder, and Lan Huan shakes his head when he asks for his brother’s help.

She can’t come down, A-Zhan, Father said we’re not allowed.

A modern au where Qingheng-jun raises his children. He is not the father they need.

tie a knife with a ribbon by iliacquer

(explicit)

The Yiling Patriarch makes a bargain with the cultivation world. He'll give them the power to defeat Wen Ruohan. No more death. No more war.

All he wants in return is Lan Wangji.

svsss

Abandoned by HeyOkayMeow

(explicit) (graphic depictions of violence)

“What did you do?” Mobei Jun whispers shakily, stepping backwards again. His boots squelch in something that he can’t and doesn’t want to identify. “Survive,” Shang Qinghua chokes out. “That’s all I ever do.” He swallows roughly and looks into Mobei Jun’s eyes, his own still blown wide. “Why didn’t you come?”

Mobei Jun doesn’t answer Shang Qinghua’s calls. Shang Qinghua does what he has to. They both face the consequences.

white light in your arms tonight by tardigradeschool

(major character death)

Luo Binghe peeks up at him, eyes rimmed nearly as red as his demon mark. “Shizun won’t send me away from him?”

Slowly, almost involuntarily, Shen Qingqiu's arms come up to embrace Luo Binghe in return. He’s already gone totally off-script here, what’s a little more adlibbing? He has fifteen seconds left before Luo Binghe must enter the Abyss. “I won’t,” he says quietly. “But you must be brave, Binghe. This will not be easy, but there is only one place for us to go. Shizun is sorry.”

The two of them are only a few paces away from the cliff. Even without access to his cultivation, Shen Qingqiu has a height advantage, and more importantly, he has surprise on his side. It is almost too easy to clutch Luo Binghe tighter in his arms, step forward, and --

Shen Qingqiu really hopes he doesn’t die when he hits the bottom. That would be so embarrassing.

tgcf

Imaginary Calamity Xie Lian by hoarder_of_stories

(explicit) (graphic depictions of violence)

During the 800 years, Hua Cheng fantasizes about some ways Xie Lian might treat him when they meet up again. He most recently interacted with book 4!Xie Lian, so he and his degradation kink are a bit off. It’s okay, though, Xie Lian will eventually show him he deserves good things.

Hua Cheng knows of Xie Lian’s cultivation method, but perhaps he’s found another. Maybe, and Hua Cheng hopes against hope, he would allow Hua Cheng to serve him in that as well. In moments of weakness, Hua Cheng has imagined that he might, learned all that he could of the art of pleasure so that he would be ready if Dianxia - he laughs at himself - ever wanted that from him.

Hua Cheng shoves reality away and imagines Xie Lian commanding him to kneel. “You’ll do,” Xie Lian might say coldly, and allow Hua Cheng to pleasure him with his mouth.

svsss x mdzs

Plot Deviations Are Blessings by Library_of_Gage

“San Lang! You’re just in ti— Who’s this?”

Luo Binghe blinks and looks over his shoulder, surprised to see a young man he didn’t sense. With the warm smile, gentle demeanor, and simple white robes, he comes off as mostly harmless. Behind him is another table with two chairs side-by-side. Parchment, various types of brushes, and several ink pots are neatly placed on the table as though he was about to start practicing calligraphy.

“Gege,” the demon says, his voice significantly deeper and happier than before, “I’ve done something good.”

Something about the words and the way they’re said feels achingly familiar; he’s searching for praise and doesn’t seem to care how obvious he is about it.

#weekly fic recs #no prompt #bnha fic recs #mdzs fic recs #svsss fic recs #tgcf fic recs #bnha #mdzs #svsss #tgcf

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even-butter-than-you · 3 years

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SQH: MBJ took my breath away.

SQQ: Yeah, that’s usually what happens when someone punches you in the throat.

#scumbag system #svsss #imagine your otp #Moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #scum villain self saving system #scum villain #cucumberplane #peerless cucumber #airplane bro #airplane shooting towards the sky #i want mobei jun to choke me

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delicioussshame · 3 years

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Please donate to my campaign. My goal is to get friends for Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan almost jumps out of his skin when he hears a knock on the door. No one had ever visited Luo Binghe since he came to stay here, and he had gotten the impression that it wasn’t that Luo Binghe had sent his usual visitors away for his guest’s sake. He does believe that his favorite student had been dreadfully lonely, these past few years.

How somehow as endearing as Luo Binghe ended up alone and friendless, Shen Yuan cannot fathom.

Still, if someone is knocking on the door, the doorman must have let them in? It must be important then. Shen Yuan cannot imagine nobodies are allowed anywhere within this complex.

He thinks about texting Luo Binghe to ask, but what if he disturbs him? He must be busy, away at his important job while Shen Yuan does nothing but lazing around. And Luo Binghe did imply that he wouldn’t be ashamed of Shen Yuan’s presence no matter what, so… let’s test that, shall we?

Shen Yuan opens the door.

Shang Qinghua’s frazzled expression faces him.

Shen Yuan almost closes the door in his former colleague’s face.

“Wait, what, Shen Yuan?! Woah, I had no idea you went back to your parents, I thought you said that bridge had burned. Anyway, would love to catch up, but I’m on the clock and at the wrong place, sorry, gotta go or my boss is gonna kill me, bye!”

Shen Yuan stops Shang Qinghua by the shoulder to stop him from leaving. “If you were looking for Luo Binghe, not that I have any idea why you would be, you’re not at the wrong place.”

“Really? Why? How? Is there a story here? Cause it sure seems like there’s a story here. Tell me the story! But later, I have to deliver this?” He waves a boring manilla envelope like it’s supposed to make sense.

“Who still sends letters?”

Shang Qinghua shrugs. “My boss.”

“You’re a mail carrier now? Nice upgrade.”

“Well, I do what I have to do, I don’t live with the country’s most eligible bachelor. Seriously Bro, what happened here? Isn’t he a bit young for you?”

Shen Yuan is sure his blush is terribly incriminating, but he can’t help it.

“Wow. You have to tell me now.”

Shang Qinghua is acting terribly familiar for a guy Shen Yuan hasn’t seen since graduation. “Why should I?”

But Shang Qinghua has already let himself in, unceremoniously dropping the envelope on the nearest table and taking everything in with wide eyes before he lets himself fall on Luo Binghe’s designer couch without a care in the world. “C’mon. Fess up.”

“How about you? Why are you even here? For all I know you’re a thief trying to rob the place.”

Shang Qinghua snorts. “Not exactly my speed.” He shrugs. “Teaching didn’t pay the bills, got an administrative assistant job instead and somehow ended up working for one of Luo Binghe’s associates, hence the private delivery service. How about you? When I saw you earlier, I was sure you were retired and profiting off that sweet family money, but was I wrong? Or is this those Shen connections at work?”

Shen Yuan frowns. Why did he even tell this guy about his family again?

Oh yes, because he had been young, stupid and drunk: the university experience. “No. Luo Binghe is a former student of mine. I’m visiting.”

Shang Qinghua gives him the world’s judgiest look. “Visiting.”

Shen Yuan nods, face still as a lake. “Visiting.”

“While Luo Binghe isn’t there.”

Shen Yuan nods again. “It’s a long visit. I’m staying here right now.”

“At your former student’s house. Look, I’m just gonna say it: sleeping with your student is bad. Don’t do it! That way lies lawsuits!”

“Former student! And it’s not like that!” Technically correct. They haven’t slept together, not in the way Shang Qinghua implies they did. “He’s just lonely and a bit deluded. It’ll pass.”

Probably.

No, not even Shen Yuan believes it at this point. One can only be kissed so often before one has to face reality: Luo Binghe certainly thinks he cares about Shen Yuan more than a student should care about any teacher.

Shen Yuan just isn’t sure what he should do about it.

“If it’s not like that, which, Bro, you’re not making a good case for, you’re staying with him because…?”

“I’m on vacation?” Shen Yuan lies back on the cool leather. “It’s a nice place for it, and cheap.”

“And your “former student” was eager to host you. You, his high school teacher? Because from what my boss told me, Luo Binghe isn’t exactly famous for his openness. I’m half-certain Mobei-Jun sent me here as punishment. He wanted someone else to chew me up this time.”

Shen Yuan snorts. “Still very competent, I see.”

“Well, at least I was teaching my students, not offering “extra credits” if they stayed after class. And since when are you into men, anyway? You always acted like you didn’t notice when men hit on you.”

“Men never hit on me.”

It’s Shang Qinghua’s turn to laugh. “Glad to see that didn’t change. Luo Binghe must be something, to have managed to get through you. What did he tell you, that he wanted to bend you over the nearest desk? Anything less and you’d have been blind to it.”

For fuck’s sake can Shang Qinghua stop saying shit that embarrasses the hell out of Shen Yuan? It’d be very appreciated.

“Oh shit, he totally did! Go him! Did it work? Tell me it worked!”

“No! Can’t you shut up for once in your meaningless life!”

“Not gonna happen. I need to know more. He made a move, and you’re living with him now? His charisma must be something else. At that speed, when’s the wedding? No, wait, how long has this been going on? We haven’t seen each other in forever, you might have been “visiting” for three years as far as I know.”

This is torture. “Didn’t you say you had somewhere to be?”

Shang Qinghua waves his attempt at deflection away. “Forget it, this is way more interesting. Even Mobei-Jun will want in on this. Sooooo?”

Shen Yuan sighs. “I’ve only been here a few weeks. As I said, it’s just a vacation. I’ll leave once the school year starts again.”

“Why can’t you stay here anyway? That dear student of yours must want to keep you, right? Unless you’re really being bankrolled by your parents, this is way nicer than anything you could possibly afford.”

“No matter what he says, I’m not becoming Luo Binghe’s trophy wife.”

Shang Qinghua’s eyes widen. “Ooh, your student wanna be your daddy? He’s paying you to keep you around, is that it? Oh, that has to be it. Explains the weird evasiveness thing you’ve got going on. Never knew you had it in you. I’m impressed, really. Much better gig than my own. I wish my boss would pay me to lounge around on his expensive furniture. I’d be great at that. Plus, you know, it’s not like it’d be a hardship. Mobei-Jun is scorching. I’d be his arm candy any day. Maybe he’d be less likely to murder me that way.”

Shen Yuan longs desperately to return to the web novel he so cruelly abandoned to let his worst nightmare in. “I’d give you my job, but honestly Binghe deserves better.” Better than Shen Yuan, too. “At least you’re into men. Makes things easier.”

Shang Qinghua’s face falls. “Are you telling me you’re not into him? Like, at all? Why are you even here then? The money can’t be that good. Return to your parents and get them to arrange a marriage to a rich heiress. Same result, plus you’re attracted to your partner. Better?”

Shen Yuan flinches in horror. “No! Not better! My parents AND some spoiled brat who only cares about my name? Fuck no. Binghe is infinitely better than that!”

Shang Qinghua laughs. “So you do like him! Good for you! Go get him, tiger!”

“No! Well, yes I do, Binghe is very likable, but not like that!”

“Oh my god can you hear the shit that comes out of your mouth? Look, you obviously trust him enough to agree to be his live-in boy toy, and okay, I haven’t seen you in forever, but whatever you’re doing is visibly agreeing with you. What were you doing anyway? It’s not like Luo Binghe is here most of the day.”

Shen Yuan shrugs. “Catching up on my reading, mostly.”

Shang Qinghua chokes. “Fuck you. He’s paying you to read? While I’m still trying to get pay to write? I hate you with every single atom of my being.”

“Wait, you’re still writing? Please tell me you’ve upgraded genre, at least.”

“Well…”

“Oh god show me now so I can change your mind before you waste even more of your life on this trash,” says Shen Yuan like he hadn’t caved and spent Luo Binghe’s hard-earned money on extras for novels he hates.

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Luo Binghe is caught completely off guard by the loud voices echoing in his home. Even with Laoshi here, silence is what usually he’s greeted with.

Today, Shen Yuan’s voice is alight with what sounds like righteous anger. He can’t quite place the second one.

Luo Binghe follows the call like a sailor freed from his bonds.

He finds Shen-laoshi half-draped over his chair, Mobei-Jun’s lackey sitting at the desk Luo Binghe had bought for his teacher alone, both of them apparently enraptured with an argument about… bad literature?

Luo Binghe wishes he could be pleased with the sight of Shen-laoshi being this animated, but he can’t. He’s not the one who caused it. This little, insignificant man did, to the point that neither of them noticed his approach.

Luo Binghe taps Shen Yuan’s shoulder. “Laoshi.”

Both of them turn toward him, but only Shen-laoshi gets Luo Binghe’s tongue down his throat.

He is very pleased with the outraged look on his teacher’s face. “Binghe! Not in front of the guest!”

The interloper jumps out of Laoshi’s chair. “Guest? What guest? There is no guest, no one here’s. In fact, I should have left hours ago, oh god Mobei-Jun is going to kill me. Shen Yuan, please give Luo Binghe the envelope, sorry for bothering you both, talk to you later, gotta go byyyye!”

Luo Binghe watches the little man flee in terror with satisfaction. Good riddance.

Let’s see him try to contest Luo Binghe’s claim now. “How does Laoshi know Mobei-Jun’s personal assistant?”

“We studied together in college.”

Luo Binghe pouts. How could an old friend of Shen-laoshi find him here? “Were you two close?”

Shen Yuan shrugs. “Not especially. Why do you ask?”

That can’t be true. They were so at ease around each other. It can take Luo Binghe hours to get Shen-laoshi this relaxed.

He stays silent.

Shen Yuan stares at him. “Binghe.”

“…Yes?”

“I realise this is going to sound ridiculous, and for that I’m sorry, but are you.., jealous? Of Shang Qinghua?”

Luo Binghe might be pouting harder. “No. Why would I be jealous of one of Shen-laoshi’s friends he never told me about.”

A (very cute) smile appears shows up on Shen Yuan’s face. “You. Luo Binghe. Are jealous of Shang Qinghua.”

He dares to laugh! It’s not funny!

This time, Luo Binghe is definitely pouting harder.

“Binghe. Binghe. You’re you. Shang Qinghua is… Shang Qinghua. What do you have to be jealous about? He’s just Shang Qinghua! Come back to your senses!”

Well, that does cheer Luo Binghe right up. “Shen-laoshi likes me better!”

Shen Yuan rolls his eyes. “Of course I do.”

Luo Binghe’s chest remains warm for the rest of the day.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #BingQiu #That AU where LBH and SY fail to negociate their sugar relationship

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hinadoria · 3 years

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Title: like nobody’s business

Author: hinadoria / Twitter: @bunniepunk / AO3: bunnypunk

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild amounts of swearing

Summary: Shen Yuan had never known what to do about crying people, much less crying men asleep in his bed at ass o’clock in the middle of the night. God, if Jiu-ge knew about this, Shen Yuan would be six feet under. No, he’d be yeeted directly into hell’s abyss. Arguably though, this was all Jiu-ge’s fault.

AO3: Link

It started when his old roommate Shang Qinghua decided to get hitched at Shen Yuan’s 25th birthday party. Disregarding the fact that it was his birthday party in his apartment that he was paying for (Shang Qinghua was only there to keep an eye on him at Jiu-ge’s ever insistent demands), an increasingly hammered Shang Qinghua had decided it was the perfect time to propose to his disappointingly sober boyfriend.

“My LORd, have yOU EvEr ThoughT about Getting HitchED?!” he shouted in Mobei-Jun’s face. Shen Yuan saw the wince on Mobei-Jun’s face before he could smooth it away. Airplane-Bro had that effect on people. Even his boyfriend was no exception.

However, Mobei-Jun had silently pulled the biggest ring Shen Yuan had ever seen out of his pocket like it was a dimension to worlds unknown. Shang Qinghua yanked it out of his grasp, put it on, and immediately started sobbing loudly in his boyfriend's arms, effectively ruining the atmosphere.

If it wasn’t because Shen Yuan was already secretly plotting to escape to his room, he might have been significantly more miffed at this sequence of events.

After all, he had never been one for big, lavish events like a formal birthday party. He’d much rather spend it in the comfort of his room, maybe playing videogames with a few close friends. However, Jiu-ge had insisted, in that stubborn way of his, taking no arguments. As a result, Shen Yuan wasn’t sure he even knew half the people at his own party.

This all didn’t mean he was completely free of indignation, however. Shen Yuan cleared his throat pointedly, but was ignored by both the affectionate couple and the crowd of people politely applauding.

It was a testament to Mobei-Jun’s excitement, if he was a man that felt such emotions, that he leaped up onto the table, which creaked dangerously with his weight.

“I’d like to thank my dear friends and my soon-to-be best man who supported me through this time. Whom I wouldn’t have met without Shen Yuan’s recommendation to work at Cang Qiong’s internship program under Shen Jiu. So a heartfelt thanks to them both,” Mobei-Jun proclaimed.

The attention of the party turned to its host, who began to turn hot under all the attention.

Damn, it wasn’t as if he was Mother Teresa.

He had simply wanted to stop hearing Jiu-ge’s nagging complaints about a lack of competent interns at his company. And he knew that Airplane-bro’s boyfriend was just about to graduate. It was simple math.

Either way, he had to resolve this situation before Mobei-Jun broke the table or worse, made him give a speech. He quickly grabbed an abandoned glass from the table and raised it high. With raucous cheer, the party returned to full swing, and Shen Yuan strategically retreated to his bedroom.

The next day, Shang Qinghua had all but been moved out of his apartment (Mobei-Jun worked fast and efficiently. Shen Yuan had been begrudgingly impressed). In the midst of his soporific haze, a loud banging came from his front door. Reluctant to get up, Shen Yuan nevertheless used every last bit of his willpower to do so. When he opened the door however, he immediately found himself in deep regret.

A pale Jiu-ge, like Bloody Mary summoned from a dirty elementary school bathroom mirror, stood at his door, foot tapping a mile a minute. He stormed past Shen Yuan into his apartment and curled his mouth in distaste at the mess.

“This apartment is no longer acceptable. I’ve put up with it until now, but this is the last straw. It is imperative that you move out immediately to a place not infested by the stench of the poor,” Jiu-ge demanded. Shen Yuan would never tell him it was probably the week-old ramen stewing on his kitchen counter.

“But I don’t want to, Jiu-ge, please!” he whined. Like most things regarding his older brother, would eventually yield, but would put up a valiant effort nonetheless. No one had the right to accuse him of being a pushover, after all.

Jiu-ge sat down at his oily counter with a sigh, hands flying up to bury themselves in his messy hair.

Shen Yuan immediately felt guilty.

His brother looked a lot less put-together than he usually was, now that he was looking more closely. His shirt was unbuttoned and his makeup was smudged, both facets of his appearance he usually controlled with meticulous determination.

“Please don’t fight me on this, A-Yuan.” His brother looked back at him, and Shen Yuan could see the weariness in his eyes.

“Is everything okay?” asked Shen Yuan. He tapped his fingers nervously.

“It will be,” Jiu-ge answered immediately as if he had expected this question. “Once I get a good night’s sleep.” Shen Yuan moved to sit by his brother.

“Mobei-Jun proposed to Shang Qinghua yesterday,” he offered. This made the crease between Jiu-ge’s brows deeper further.

“At your birthday party?”

“I know, I was shocked too!”

“Rude bastard. I knew nothing good could come out of that tight-knit group of rascals the company foisted on me.”

“Don’t be like that. I bet you secretly appreciate their help, big softie.” Shen Yuan poked at his brother’s cheek, and giggled when Jiu-ge pretended to bite at him. A small smile appeared on his brother’s face, and Shen Yuan rejoiced at the sight. He felt like he deserved an award for Best Brother of the Year.

“I suppose they suffice at times.” Jiu-ge wrinkled his nose like he had thought of something particularly disgusting. “Well. Almost all of them,” he huffed. He shook his head when Shen Yuan looked at him in question. But Best Brother of the Year did not do things half-heartedly.

“I know how to cheer you up even more,” Shen Yuan decided then and there.

That was how Shen Yuan found himself moved into the expensive nouveau-riche apartment complex next door to his brother on the third floor. All things considered, it wasn’t too bad. Jiu-ge was too busy to check up on him more than once a week in person, although the daily calls to his office phone were still a requirement.

Shen Yuan had always been a homebody, there was no denying that. As long as he could coop up in his room reading and editing trashy novels, he didn’t care for the particulars of time or place, even if leaving his apartment and chancing upon another human made him feel like Oscar the Grouch having been caught outside of his trash can and committing a crime.

The point was: it had all been going just fine and dandy, until one day a shout disrupted Shen Yuan from his editing of one of Airplane’s terribly written papapa scenes. He roughly yanked open his curtains, hearing a rip in the plush blue velvet. Whatever, what Jiu-ge didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him.

The scene which greeted him was one of darkness, which okay, he wasn’t quite expecting that but fine, it wasn’t the first time he had lost track of time doing this and that. Shivering, Shen Yuan stepped out onto his balcony and peered over the rails to see a very attractive, very drunk man holding a broken bottle of what looked like Xin Mo liquor.

“Shen Jiu, there you are, you fucking bastard. Fucking coward! What, too afraid to come and see your disgusting student Binghe on this beautiful night? You always thought you were above us mere mortals, didn’t you? I hope both sides of your pillow are always ice!”

Yikes, Shen Yuan thought privately.

This dude was hammered. Despite everything a laugh bubbled its way up his chest. He didn’t know his brother was so unpopular at work but with a sour face like his, he should’ve expected. Briefly, the thought of pretending to be his brother just to hear more of the entertaining insults crossed his mind, but before he could open his mouth the man, probably named Binghe, went on.

“I bet you think you wake up just looking like an angel descended from the heavens! Well let me tell you, scumbag, that I curse you and your descendents to always have shaky eyeliner! Let’s see you keep up that hoity-toity look and scream at me when you come into work looking like a clown!”

Shen Yuan covered his eyes in horror. Not his eyeliner! He had to look sharp for the ladies.

“I fixed that stupid assignment one million times! Your nitpicking doesn’t even make sense anymore, you blind geezer! Come down here, if you’re not a coward and I’ll show you ...” Binghe paused, looking like he was gonna hurl.

“Show me what? You can’t leave me hanging like that, I won’t be able to sleep!” Shen Yuan shouted out, against his better judgement. He had already been collecting Binghe’s flavored insults to use against that traitor Shang Qinghua next time he saw him.

Binghe looked back up, with what seemed like confusion in his eyes, though it could have just been bleary drunkenness. To Shen Yuan’s horror, it looked like Binghe had tears in his eyes.

“All I wanted was for Laoshi to acknowledge me,” Binghe sobbed out. At this point Shen Yuan had missed his chance to tell the poor man that his brother was out of town on a business trip, and that Binghe was shouting at a stranger. He felt something in his chest squeeze at Binghe’s watery puppy dog eyes.

“Why does everyone look down on me?” Binghe cried. “I try so hard, over and over but all you do is scorn me … again and again! What do I have to do, just tell me, and I’ll do it. Anything! Just …” At this point the boy was choking on his sobs. Shen Yuan felt something shattering. He found himself walking down the stairs. He was going to go down and fetch him before the police were called, that was all, he told himself.

By the time he arrived on the cold grass ready to coax the drunkard, he found him passed out, clutching the broken bottle so hard his hand was bleeding. Shen Yuan sucked in a sharp breath.

“Alright buddy, let’s get you warmed up,” Shen Yuan said as he pried the glass from Binghe’s hand and used all his strength to haul him up and to the elevator.

He got several strange looks as he dragged an unconscious man across the fancy lobby, but Shen Yuan just snorted and ignored them. The people here had sticks so far up their ass they were getting free prostate massages. Shen Yuan stifled his laughter at his own wit in Binghe’s dead weighted shoulder and got a few more strange looks by the lady in the elevator. Halfway to Shen Yuan’s room, Binghe woke up and stared at Shen Yuan like he was an alien.

He struggled a bit and whined, “Laoshi, please don’t dropkick me into the Panama Canal, I promise I’ll be a good boy.”

Shen Yuan laughed and patted Binghe’s hair. “Go back to sleep, rowdy boy. We’ll talk in the morning.” It probably wasn’t because of his words, but Binghe managed to walk a few steps on his own before becoming dead weight on Shen Yuan again. He felt the breath knocked out of him.

“For someone who’s such a crybaby, you sure are … heavy!” Shen Yuan panted as he managed to drag Binghe into his apartment and throw him onto his bed. He shoddily wrapped up Binghe’s bleeding hand with several bandages. Novels may have taught him a lot, but he had surprisingly little practical knowledge when faced with a gash like Binghe’s in reality.

The fatigue of the night finally caught up with him as he saw Binghe’s peaceful sleeping face and he barely managed to do his nightly routine before sliding into his bed next to the unconscious person.

Shen Yuan was just about to drift away into sleep until he heard sniffling coming from the other man and turned around to see Binghe crying in his sleep.

And so was his current dilemma. Shen Yuan had no idea how to handle crying people. He stared dumbly for a few moments before kicking himself to do something, anything!

Shen Yuan wouldn’t do this for any random stranger that came knocking to his door, but luckily he had gleaned several useful tidbits of information from Binghe’s drunken speech. For example, he was likely one of Jiu-ge’s new interns at the large Cang Qiong Company he worked at, under the Qing Jing subsidiary. Second, Jiu-ge seemed to be giving the poor boy an extremely hard time, and Shen Yuan knew better than anyone just how sharp his brother’s acerbic tongue could be. Shen Yuan felt mildly responsible for cleaning up his brother’s mess.

Also, Binghe was terribly cute. He reminded Shen Yuan of the little puppy he used to play with in childhood, named Bingbing, after his favorite actress.

It was a combination of these facts, or none of them, that ultimately made Shen Yuan do what he did next; wrap his arms around Binghe and gently stroke his hair, murmuring comforting words to him until he stopped crying.

Somewhere along the way he found himself asleep as well.

Binghe awoke from his drunken stupor sometime between ass and fuck o’clock in the morning. His hand was covered in messily wrapped bandages.

When he saw the face of the person fast asleep next to him, he flinched backwards so hard he almost fell out of the bed.

What did I do last night? He wailed miserably in his head. A worst case scenario flashed through his head, and he made sure that both of them were clothed before exhaling a sigh of relief. That was the last time he let Mobei-Jun get him drunk, bachelor party be damned.

The last thing he remembered was accepting a glass full of alcohol in the bar he’d been dragged to, but everything afterwards was a blur. He didn’t remember how he walked all the way to his boss’s nouveau riche apartment, and he certainly didn’t remember how he ended up in bed with the man he was most fearful of.

There was one thing Binghe knew with full certainty, however; he had to escape this apartment immediately before he lost his job or worse: his life.

He had barely turned around and registered vaguely that the apartment was a lot sloppier than he’d expected of his avaricious boss before a sleepy hum made him freeze in his tracks.

“Mmm… Binghe?”

Binghe froze. Shen Jiu had never called him by name, it was always something along the lines of “scum” or “lad”.

Filled with trepidation, he turned to face his boss against his better judgement.

A sleepy smile stretched its way across the face of the person in front of him just as the morning’s rays peeked through the rip in the curtains and fell across his face.

Angelic, Binghe’s mind vaguely registered. Maybe he hadn’t come to his boss’s apartment after all. Maybe he had died and entered a realm different than the one he’d been in. Maybe he was already in heaven.

The angel’s face scrunched up cutely at the offending rays across his face. He glanced at the curtains before letting out a forlorn sigh.

“Jiu-ge’s gonna kill me for that …” sighed the angel across from Binghe.

Jiu-ge? Who’s that, I’ll fight him so you never have a frown on your pretty face ever again, Binghe thought blearily.

Mr. Angel noticed he was awake and smiled a crooked smile.

“Good morning. You were drunk and screaming outside my window last night, so I thought I’d do a public service and take you in before you hurt yourself, “ the angel laughed nervously. “Binghe is your name, right?”

Binghe nodded, feeling like his body was not his own. Then he had a thought.

“Wait … how do you know?”

The angel’s lips thinned, looking like he was trying really hard not to laugh. Oh, that was not a good sign.

“Well … You dropped your name in the middle of shouting about how you wished your boss’s food was too salty, among other things …”

The wave of relief that was about to pass through Binghe at realizing this person was likely not his boss aborted itself as it was overtaken by sheer waves of mortification.

Binghe covered his face with his hands, letting out an ungodly groan of embarrassment.

“Binghe… I’m saying this for your own good.” Mr. Angel looked into Binghe’s eyes seriously. “Do you know how to use swear words?”

Binghe immediately pouted, feeling like he was being made fun of. He couldn’t find it in himself to be truly annoyed, however, at the angel’s bell-like peals of laughter smothered by his hand. It was such a stark contrast to his boss’s restrained expressions.

“Ah! I forgot to introduce myself. I’m Shen Yuan, Shen Jiu’s younger twin brother.”

And there was the horror again.

Just as Binghe was about to bid farewell to his short, inconsequential life, Shen Yuan continued chattering. “You’re lucky Jiu-ge’s out of town on a business trip, and that you weren’t actually serenading his window but mine. If he was here, I don’t know if I could have even stopped him from personally throwing you into a jail cell.”

Binghe felt like he had gotten off of a life-threatening roller coaster ride. Stiffly, he rose from the bed and bent ninety degrees into a bow.

“Thanking Shen Yuan for his kindness in rescuing this lowly one from his predicament!” Binghe grew so nervous he immediately started speaking as if he were in a period drama. “In order to repay my honorable benefactor, this one will prepare breakfast!” He rushed away before Shen Yuan could speak a single word.

Once Binghe found the kitchen, he allowed himself a mini-freakout session. He! Was in! His boss’s younger brother’s bed! And the younger brother was an angel! Even though Binghe was fairly certain nothing untoward had occurred between the two of them the night prior, he felt every inch of his nerves tingling. He was also fairly certain that any other person that lacked Shen Yuan’s generosity would have immediately called the police on him at the least.

This was the first time anyone had done something so selfless for his sake.

Unbidden, a flush streaked across his cheeks, and Binghe slapped at himself to get out of it. Shen Yuan was his benefactor, and it would be wrong to have indecent thoughts about someone so innocent. There may not be much Binghe was good at, as he had learned from his internship under Shen Jiu, but the least he could do was cook him a decent breakfast.

Shen Yuan was roused from his half-wakeful state by the smell of something good coming from the kitchen. Which was weird because last he checked, there was nothing in there but dust and half-eaten ramen. (Yes, he had a problem.)

Wait … Binghe!

It was a little belated, but the nagging voice in Shen Yuan’s head that sounded suspiciously like Jiu-ge berated himself for falling asleep again while a stranger was in his apartment. A cute stranger, but a stranger nonetheless.

Shen Yuan, the voice nagged. One of these days you’re going to get yourself murdered in cold blood …

Alright, shut up, you. No one wants to hear this in the early morning, Shen Yuan bickered back.

“Sir?” Binghe’s voice nervously called from the kitchen entrance.

Shen Yuan immediately relaxed back into what he thought was a cool pose.

“There’s no need for formalities, Binghe. After all, you’ve already slept in my bed.”

Binghe’s ears flushed red at his words, and he swayed back and forth like a maiden on the morning after her wedding night. Shen Yuan stopped this strange line of thinking once he realized how weird it was.

“I made you breakfast as a thank you for er… handling me last night,” Binghe said softly.

Well, that didn’t help his strange thoughts. The last conscious thought Shen Yuan had was that he’d better go and eat the poor shy guy’s food since he had made it already.

He didn’t recall getting up or sitting down at the kitchen table, but the next thing he knew he was staring down at an empty plate, stomach full of delicious food.

“I don’t know what to think. This is the first time this has happened to me.” It wasn’t, but Shen Yuan had always had a flair for the dramatic. “If you can cook so well, why are you wasting your time under my brother’s wing? You should go be a professional chef, and share this magic with the rest of the world.”

It wasn’t empty praise. Shen Yuan genuinely believed he’d be blessed if he could eat like this every day for the rest of his life. His terrible habit of crappy eating would be forever changed.

Binghe was so red he looked like a tomato.

Abruptly, the sounds of a phone ringing disrupted the nice atmosphere. Binghe’s face paled.

“Oh no, I left Mobei-Jun at the club last night. He must be wondering where I am. The bachelor party got kind of crazy.”

Hm? Mobei-Jun? Shen Yuan slapped his forehead in realization. Of course! Binghe was a part of Jiu-ge’s interns, of course he knew Mobei-Jun. Shen Yuan had no idea how he had failed to make that connection. He might even be the best man Mobei-Jun had mentioned, since he was pretty sure the third intern was a woman. Sha Hualing, he believed her name was?

Either way, Shen Yuan hadn’t realized he and Binghe were so closely connected. Besides, he hadn’t felt comfortable calling Binghe a stranger, now that they no longer were.

Maybe he’d get a chance to see Binghe in a tux at the wedding? That would be so cute! Of course, he’d have to help keep him away from the champagne, especially since Jiu-ge would also be there. That was a nightmare waiting to happen.

While Shen Yuan was off fantasizing, Binghe had gathered all his stuff and prepared to leave. He hovered nervously around the door.

Shen Yuan snapped out of it to bid him goodbye. Binghe smiled shyly.

“Maybe I’ll see you around again sometime?” he asked.

Shen Yuan hid a smile behind his hand, and adopted a lofty expression.

“This immortal does not often descend from his honorable peak. However, if fate wills it to be so, then so shall it be,” he said, imitating Binghe’s earlier style of speech.

Binghe laughed, but kept hovering near the door as if he was waiting for something.

“Alright, your friend must be wondering where you are. Go on, now.” A flash of disappointment crossed Binghe’s face, but he obediently left, looking back like a puppy several times as he did so.

It wasn’t until much later that Shen Yuan would realize he had forgotten to explain that he was friends with Shang Qinghua, and that they would likely see each other again at the wedding. By the time the wedding itself rolled around, it would prove to be an ordeal of its own.

But that would remain a story for another time.

#SVSSS #svsss fic #bingyuan #shen yuan #luo binghe #scumbag self saving system #bingqiuweek2021 #fanfic #day eight #fanfiction #my works

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shijiujun · 4 years

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“you know you’re singing to your headphones out loud, right” au for moshang plz sqh singing modern songs that mbj doesn't know and being hella confused 🥺

Featuring karaoke-loving Shang Qinghua who gets a bit too drunk at a Cang Qiong mountain gathering, and he goes all out.

Or when Mobei Jun wonders why Shang Qinghua is singing about another man called Liang Shan Bo.

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Sometimes, he thinks about his old life before he ever had the misfortune of landing in a world of his own creation, with an annoying gaming AI system of sorts hounding his every move (in the beginning) or turning up at the most inopportune times just when he thinks it’s finally gone and left him alone (more recently).

Shang Qinghua remembers not having many friends when he was still Shang Qinghua, when ‘向天打飞机 Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’ was still merely his writing Weibo account moniker and when he had millions of people looking up to him for his crucial contributions in writing this amazing story about his son Luo Binghe and the way he overcame all odds to become a success with a harem of gorgeous women at his feet (damn you, Peerless Cucumber bro!).

Back in those days, he lived off cup noodles and instant coffee. If he didn’t have to leave the house, Shang Qinghua would simply curl up in front of his laptop, either writing for his novel or watching shows (clears his throat) - actual shows! Chinese period dramas were his favourite, where a skilled and intelligent consort in the harem would outwit all the other women to be with her one true love, the Emperor, who falls irrevocably in love with her.

And when he got bored, he switched from the laptop to his television to engage in his second most favourite hobby - Chinese karaoke. Going out to a karaoke bar would require some level of socializing, and also a few friends so he gets more bang out of his buck from what he pays for the room, but at home?

With advanced technology and a tiny ass microphone in either shining gold or silver, Shang Qinghua’s home entertainment system was his very own personal karaoke room, His tiny mic even had that echo-y effect on.

Shang Qinghua has a thing for classic Chinese songs - ‘The New Butterfly Dream’, ‘Liang Shan Bo and Juliet’, The Moon Represents My Heart‘ - and contemporary karaoke must-haves, like Wang Fei. For an embarrassing few days, the Chinese version of Baby Shark was a veritable earworm as well.

After transmigrating into his own story set in ancient times, where he lives without technology, Shang Qinghua would be lying if he said he didn’t miss the Internet. Laptops would be incredibly handy, and so would switches for lights, definitely indoor plumbing for toilets, and induction stoves. Phones too, that would be nice, rather than having to ‘send word’ with letters.

Of course, there is no karaoke bar or machine for him.

Not all is bad though. At least he transmigrated to Shang Qinghua in this world as a baby, so it’s not as if he was surviving on Internet and technology one day and left to do everything manually the next day since someone was always taking care of him. Peerless Cucumber bro, of course, wasn’t as lucky, but the man has definitely taken to this world (and his son!!) like a fish to water.

And as for himself, Shang Qinghua does not need to envy Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe either, because somehow, he has gotten the man of his dreams too, even if said man was a little cruel and rude to him in the beginning.

He has the love of his life (coughs coughs) and they’re stuck in this world for the rest of his life. What more is there to want? Not to mention how his cup of instant noodles betrayed him at the last moment, resulting in his death! It is slightly safer, ironically, to be in this world instead.

All is good except... well...

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Shen Qingqiu marvels at the sight before him, torn between wanting to step in to stop Shang Qinghua, or watch this farce unfold.

He sometimes forgets where he, or where Shang Qinghua, who has been in this world longer than he, came from. They don’t always talk about the past when they meet, and aside from the occasional meetups, Shen Yuan is a part of him that doesn’t surface, not when he is with Luo Binghe.

Shang Qinghua, on the other hand, grew up here, and aside from referring to Shen Qingqiu by his Weibo account name, he seems otherwise well-adjusted, no hint of modern online writer Shang Qinghua in sight. It doesn’t feel as if he misses their original world either.

This evening, however, memories of modern times slap him in the face, quite literally.

“Shizun!” Luo Binghe calls, frantic, tugging him back into his embrace out of Shang Qinghua’s way. Once Shen Qingqiu is safe in his arms, his eyes narrow at the bumbling, drunk idiot causing a scene in the dinner hall, “Shang Qinghua...”

Shang Qinghua stops where he is, and then before any one can stop him, he picks up a pair of chopsticks, brings it to his mouth, and begins bellowing his way through-

-Jay Chou’s Hair Like Snow.

“Shizun, are you alright?” Luo Binghe fusses, his hands coming up to cup Shen Qingqiu’s face when his Shizun doesn’t so much as respond to him. “Were you hurt? Did he hurt you? How’re you feeling? We’ll go back home now-”

“What is he singing?” Qi Qingqi frowns in disgust.

They all wince when Shang Qinghua attempts to hit a high note, but fails miserably.

Fuck me, Shen Qingqiu thinks, his eyes impossibly wide, who knew Airplane bro was such a karaoke fanatic?

“... maybe he is possessed by a malevolent spirit? Or perhaps this is an unidentified curse?” asks Ming Fan.

“Or is this some new form of cultivation?” asks Ning Yingying, curious.

Yue Qingyuan, seated at the front of the dining hall, cannot help but be concerned for him as well. “Shall we call Mu-shidi to take a look at him-”

They’ve gathered for their annual meeting - a condition that Yue Qingyuan has set in place a few years ago after Luo Binghe ‘stole’ (married!) him away from Cang Qiong Peak - and although Shang Qinghua said he didn’t mind that Mobei Jun was unable to accompany him today, he spent most of the dinner drinking alcohol while in a melancholic state instead.

Who knew that Shang Qinghua was a singing drunk?!

Hence their current predicament.

At the Sect Master’s words, Shang Qinghua suddenly turns around and looks at Shen Qingqiu. HIccuping twice, he then beams, “Cucumber-”

Shen Qingqiu has never moved that fast in his life. Within a fraction of a second, he has his hand pressed over Shang Qinghua’s mouth, holding onto him from the back.

“Cucumber?” everyone choruses in confusion.

“I believe your Shang-shishu has had a little too much to drink,” Shen Qingqiu clears his throat, nodding at everyone else. “We should... send him back to Mobei. Isn’t that right, Binghe?”

His disciple, his husband, still has on an affronted, murderous look for how Shang Qinghua almost brained Shen Qingqiu with his flailing arms in his drunken fit. The moment Shen Qingqiu asks, however, his expression morphs into something so soft and full of love that everyone who sees it chokes.

“Of course,” Luo Binghe smiles, devotion apparent in his eyes. “Anything Shizun wants.”

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The words that are tumbling out of Shang Qinghua’s mouth are entirely incomprehensible, and so are the tunes he’s humming into his ear.

Mobei Jun thought he had gotten used to Shang Qinghua’s eccentric mannerisms, and also thought he knew everything about his husband, so many years later. Shang Qinghua is mumbling Chinese alright, but none of the characters put together make any sense.

Who is Liang Shan Bo? And who the hell is Juliet?!

His mood taking a turn for the worse, Mobei Jun hoists Shang Qinghua up further on his back.

After getting so drunk, the idiot had the gall to demand for a piggy-back from the throne room to their bedroom. Mobei Jun has never once suffered such indignity in his years of living. A bridal carry? Of course, anytime. A piggy-back? As if he was some beast to be tamed?

Well this definitely has to be a first.

While he was stewing in his thoughts, Shang Qinghua switches from that song to another one, and a stream of ‘du du du lu du lu’ emerges from his lips... AND something about... a sha yu? What the hell is that?!

Shang Qinghua lazily lifts his right hand as they approach their room, balls it into a fist and puts it to his mouth, as if he’s holding something, and whatever monstrosity Shang Qinghua is singing, his voice gets even louder.

Mobei Jun tosses Shang Qinghua off his back unceremoniously and onto the soft bed. Interrupted, Shang Qinghua blinks, his vision blurry, and is about to catch his breath and start singing again when his husband climbs in after him. Trapping Shang Qinghua with his entire weight, Mobei Jun seals his lips with a kiss.

“... My king...” Shang Qinghua murmurs in a daze, when Mobei Jun pulls back a few minutes later, his breaths coming out as short, harsh pants. “My king...”

“That’s right,” he says with a glower. “I’m your Da Wang, your husband.”

Mobei Jun doesn’t know who Liang Shan Bo is, but he’s going to make sure no other man’s name ever leaves Shang Qinghua’s lips again when they’re together.

And when his husband finally sobers up, he’s going to have a lot to answer for.

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Songs Mentioned (YouTube Links in Comments):

The New Butterfly Dream 新鸳鸯蝴蝶梦－ A Chinese classic, sung by Huang An but done beautifully by legendary god of singing Fei Yu Qing and singing partner for the song A Yun Ga

Liang Shan Bo and Juliet 梁山伯与朱丽叶－ A Taiwanese contemporary classic of sorts by Genie Zhuo, most Chinese millennials would definitely have sang this at a karaoke once in their lives - Song is inspired by Liang Shan Bo and Zhu Ying Tai, the Chinese version of Romeo and Juliet to some extent - They both die in the end and become butterflies, so they’re also called the Butterfly Lovers.

The Moon Represents My Heart 月亮代表我的心－ ANOTHER CLASSIC CLASSIC!!!

Baby Shark (Chi. Ver) － ˆThe baby shark hype did move to China, and it’s pretty hilarious LMAO and in Chinese, shark is 鲨鱼 (sha yu) but I’m assuming that in this world, there isn’t a shark kind of animal of sorts? So Mobei Jun and everyone else except SQQ wouldn’t know what a shark is or looks like?!

Hair Like Snow 发如雪－ By Jay Chou, another classic that all Chinese millennials would have sang in a karaoke bar

Wang Fei 王妃－ Jam Hsiao’s version is known best, and it’s pretty epic, not that anyone can reach any of the high notes in the chorus, but does that stop us from trying?!! Hell no!!!

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Notes: My first Moshang?!! That didn’t really have a lot of Moshang time?! But thanks anon, hope this sort of works?!

#svsss #scumbag villain #穿书自救指南 #渣反派自救系统 #scumbag system #moshang #bingqiu #mobei jun #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #everyone else is somewhere there except my bb lqg #and anw karaoke sqh!!!!

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lesyah · 3 years

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moshang childhood friends to lovers au pt. 6

Hello! here is a fic that was posted to my twitter. it has songs to go along with it from my twitter. If you’d like to look at the songs for each part, or just check out my twitter (where I have threadfics and other twitter fics not posted here), feel free to do so!

part 6 [age 22]

Shang Qinghua was sitting in class when he got the first call. He looked down at his desk, trying not to look like he was on his phone in case his professor looked at him. It was Mobei Jun. Shang Qinghua’s stomach lurched, but he looked back up, unable to pick up the phone in the middle of class. In a way, he felt a little bit grateful that he wasn’t able to pick up. It saved him the dilemma of trying to decide if he could mentally handle speaking to Mobei Jun that day.

He couldn’t take his eyes off of the screen though. He kept glancing down to watch the way his phone lit up with Mobei Jun’s name. Sometimes looking at the presence of Mobei Jun’s existence was a horrifying reminder that he was so far away. Other times, it was a comfort to know he was still in this world and still in Shang Qinghua’s life, even if it wasn’t like it used to be.

Mobei Jun hadn’t left a message, so Shang Qinghua didn’t call him back. He thought of it the entire day, wondering if he should. One moment he would convince himself that Mobei Jun needed him and he was ignoring him in his time of need. But then he’d come back down to earth and realize that if Mobei Jun really did need him, he would have left a message, or called again, or texted him to pick up the phone. And why would he need Shang Qinghua? After all this time apart, not needing him at all?

There were other moments where he thought to himself that he was making a much bigger deal out of it than was necessary. The only reason he was having such a dilemma about it was because of his feelings. If he didn’t love Mobei Jun in the way that he did, he probably already would have called him back hours ago. Or if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have been in such turmoil over it. He probably would have forgotten that Mobei Jun called at all.

A few hours later, just as Shang Qinghua arrived back in his small apartment that he shared with Shen Yuan, his phone rang again. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked down at it as he pushed his door open. It was Mobei Jun.

Chest tightening, he picked up the phone, simply to avoid the beat down he would have given himself for not answering. “Hi, Mobei.” Had his voice really done that? Was that really him? For someone so distressed about his relationship with Mobei Jun, he really softened up when he spoke to him.

“Qinghua,” he said, voice practically subzero. “Where are you right now?”

Confused, Shang Qinghua pushed the door shut with his hip as he took his shoes off. “I just got back to my apartment. Why?”

He hung up.

Shang Qinghua stared down at his phone for a moment, blinking. Did he just hallucinate that conversation? He took a moment to consider whether he should call him back. Maybe the call had dropped. But the connection was perfect, and the noise his phone made to indicate a finished call had pinged in his ear.

Feeling confused, a little hurt, and somewhat concerned, Shang Qinghua dumped his backpack on the couch and went to the kitchen. It was a “Binghe Day,” so Shang Qinghua was currently on his own and Shen Yuan likely would not be back until the next day.

He was just pouring a cup of boiling water into his instant noodles when a knock sounded on his door. He set down the kettle and walked to the door, already preparing to see Shen Yuan there, asking for something he had forgotten. When he opened the door, however, Mobei Jun was standing in front of him.

Shang Qinghua’s entire brain screeched to a halt. “Wha—Mobei?”

Mobei Jun stared at him in silence for several long moments, not a word leaving his mouth. After a moment, his face moved, scrunching up slightly, lips turning down into a frown. “Qinghua.”

“What are you—What are you doing here?” He sputtered, limbs unmoving.

“I…” he began, not sounding very confident. He opened his mouth, then closed it. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around him, pulling him into a tight embrace.

Shang Qinghua felt frozen for a moment, mind still reeling at the fact that Mobei Jun was here. But after a moment, his body reacted on instinct and hugged him back, hands coming up to clutch into the material of his jacket. He shut his eyes, trying desperately not to cry. “Mobei…”

“My mom,” he said, choked and anguished. “She left.”

“What?” Shang Qinghua clutched at him tighter, eyes popping open. One of his hands drifted up in-between his shoulder blades. “What do you mean?” His voice was soft, hesitant.

His voice was quiet when he responded. “She left my father. In the middle of the night. She took her things, and a lot of his money, and she left. I found out last night, and this morning I received a note from her. She said she wouldn’t be back, and to not bother reaching out to her.” His voice grew more and more emotionless the more he explained, but he still held tightly onto Shang Qinghua. “She told me that she wouldn’t be there for my graduation, and to not bother inviting her.”

Shang Qinghua blinked, every part of him completely floored. “I…I don’t know what to say.”

Mobei Jun let out a breath, and shifted to press his face into his shoulder. “You don’t have to say anything. Just…This is enough.”

Shang Qinghua felt his eyes sting, and he tightened his arms around him. Mobei Jun had never gotten along with his mom. There was not a lot of love between them. But all Shang Qinghua could think about was that time when they had been young, and they were lying in Shang Qinghua’s bed not long after Shang Qinghua’s father had died. He remembered the way Mobei Jun had whispered to him, trusting and honest, that he missed his parents.

“Sorry,” Mobei Jun said suddenly, voice muffled from Shang Qinghua’s hoodie. “I just came, I—I wanted to see you.”

“It’s ok,” Shang Qinghua whispered back. “Don’t be sorry. I’ll always be here for you.”

“I haven’t seen you in so long,” he said, voice just as low. “How long has it been?”

“Since last summer, I guess,” Shang Qinghua murmured, turning his face to the side, into Mobei Jun’s neck. He only thought about this action after he did it. It was too late, and it felt too nice, so he stayed, soaking it in like the sun.

Mobei Jun also turned further in. Shang Qinghua could feel his breath wash down his neck. “That’s—It’s February now. It’s been that long?”

“Yes,” Shang Qinghua said weakly. “You—You went on vacation with your parents for Winter break, so I…didn’t see you then.”

Mobei Jun pulled away then. He kept his arms around him loosely, but pulled back enough to look at him. His face was solemn as he stared down at Shang Qinghua. “It feels like a very long time.”

Shang Qinghua loosened his hold and settled his hands on his shoulders. Unable to help it, movements falling into habit, like they were made to do so, he reached up and pressed his hand to his face. Everything inside of him collapsed when Mobei Jun leaned into it. “Yeah. It does feel like it’s been a long time.”

“Sorry,” he whispered again. “I didn’t think before coming. I just…Came.”

“It’s ok,” Shang Qinghua said, letting his hands drift back down to settle on his arms. “Have you eaten?”

“No.”

He pulled him towards the kitchen. “Then let’s eat. I don’t have anything else, really, besides noodles. I hope that’s ok.”

“That’s ok,” Mobei Jun responded, allowing himself to be pulled.

“I’m sorry about your mom, Mobei,” he said quietly, not looking at him as he released his hold to grab another cup of noodles.

Mobei Jun sighed behind him. “Yeah.”

Shang Qinghua couldn’t help it. He paused and turned, just to look at his face again, now that it was in front of him. Mobei Jun looked back at him. Though his face was somewhat blank, when he met Shang Qinghua’s concerned gaze, he smiled. It was a small thing, barely there at all. But there had never been anything more lovely to Shang Qinghua than the way his features would soften, hard edges melting into warmth, when he looked at him. He felt undeserving.

#moshang #Shang qinghua #mobei jun #svsss #myfic #mypost #moshang fic

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veilchenjaeger · 3 years

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Rules: answer the questions and tag nine people you want to get to know better/catch up with!

I was tagged by @veliseraptor! Thank you, I'm honoured!

Three relationships:

Going with my current mood, it's:

Shen Qingqiu/Luo Binghe, because I love them so much and they've been giving me strength for months,

A-Qing & Xue Yang, because their relationship is so fascinating and I am yearning to write something about them,

and Mobei-jun/Shang Qinghua in honour of me finally getting into this ship a bit.

(Sorry, Songxuexiao and Wangxian, I love you too and you'll be here next time.)

Last song: Wolf in Sheep's Clothing by Set It Off according to my Spotify, which is the A-Qing & Xue Yang song and makes me love A-Qing more every time I listen to it.

Last movie: I have absolutely no idea. I haven't watched a lot of movies lately. I think the first Ice Age was on TV a while ago and I watched that for nostalgia reasons.

Currently watching: I'm technically watching The Haunting of Bly Manor with @let-me-choke-on-alibis, but that's on hold due to uni reasons, so rn I'm just watching random bits of CQL and the Scum Villain donghua whenever I feel like it.

Currently reading: Technically the Odyssey translation by Emily Wilson, but realistically it's various academic shit for the three papers I need to finish until August. I've been very tired and depressed lately, so new input isn't really a thing I'm doing rn. But I am re-reading the last chapter of @fanpersoningfox's Schoethe fic, and that's a lot of fun, and I got around to finishing the Scum Villain extras and am now healing my soul with a bit of Moshang fic.

I have brain worms that keep me from tagging people, but I have already tagged @fanpersoningfox and @let-me-choke-on-alibis anyways, so if you want to do this, you are tagged! <3

#[tag thing]#[talk less smile more]#/these things are always a delight

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delicioussshame · 4 years

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Another extra for the bodyguard AU

“Binghe.”

“Yes?”

“I get the feeling Binghe must have the kind of contacts that could easily find someone I wanted to be found, yes?”

“Is someone giving A-Yuan trouble?” The way Luo Binghe says it very much implies that if it were the case, it would be the last thing this person ever did.

“No, well, not really. Not that much. I just have this, let’s call him a friend, this friend who needs to be taught a lesson. I don’t know where he lives exactly, but I wouldn’t be against a colleague of yours showing up uninvited and scaring the living hell out of him, if you know what I mean.”

Luo Binghe starts playing with his phone. “That can easily be done.”

Shen Yuan stays serene, but he internally fist pumps. He really didn’t want to explain that one to him.

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You sent hired muscles to kill me!

Please. I sent hired muscles to threaten you.

What I have ever done to you to deserve this.

You know what you did.

No I don’t.

YOU STARTED A STALLION NOVEL WITH MY BOYFRIEND AS THE PROTAGONIST.

And you’re offended!? Why did you send me a picture if not to brag? Dude’s hot. He’s good writing fodder.

NOT TO MENTION YOU MODELED THE VILLAIN AFTER ME.

No I didn’t.

Shen Qingqiu? Really?

Well, maybe a little. You can be a tyrant.

A tyrant that subsidises your shitty writing. Some respect shouldn’t be too much to ask for.

No one is gonna find out! If anything, he’s more based on your stories of your brother than you. How’s the happy couple btw?

Don’t try to change the subject! You deserved everything you got! Don’t do it again.

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You sent hired muscles to kill me again!

You kept writing that book!

It’s popular!

No it’s not.

Yes it is! Check the rankings.

...No way.

See! Everyone loves your boyfriend!

That’s not my boyfriend! You never even met my boyfriend!

Bro, considering how often you talk about him, I think I know him better than my own sister.

You don’t have a sister.

I was making a point. Forget it. Anyway, sorry but I can’t afford to stop writing this novel, so deal with it.

Fuck you.

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Why did you send me the scary motherfucker this time?

You wrote porn about my boyfriend!!!

So what? It should be kind of hot, no?

It was bad porn!

...That’s your problem?

You’re disparaging Binghe’s reputation!

...Seriously?

Do better!

...You could send me more reference material. For research.

In your dreams.

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“Huh.”

Shen Yuan lifts his eyes from his laptop. “What?”

“Mobei-Jun is thanking me. That’s rare.”

“Who is that?”

“The colleague I sent to your frenemy’s place.”

Shen Yuan blanches at this description of Airplane-bro. “What for?”

“Apparently they’re going on a date next week.”

… “Excuse me? The man I sent to threaten someone is going out with them now?”

Luo Binghe shrugs. “Apparently.”

“...That doesn’t seem very professional.”

“We don’t have much of a leg to stand on.”

Fuck, he’s right.

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I’m never sending you hired muscles again.

Aww, cat’s out of the bag?

How the fuck did you manage to seduce him? You of all people?

First, rude. Second, I have no idea but I’m not complaining. Sure, he’s really really good at being scary, but he’s just as hot as he’s scary, so it’s a pretty good deal.

Put him into the book instead of Binghe then!

Bro, he’s already in it.

And how big is his harem?

Weeel, he doesn’t have one. He’s single.

DIE CHOKING ON YOUR HYPOCRISY.

If I’m gonna die choking, I’d rather it be on something else.

...I can’t believe we’re friends.

!!!! YOU JUST ADMITTED I’M YOUR FRIEND! Just for that I’m going to write a special chapter about our men’s friendship. It’s gonna be great.

About their friendship or their “friendship”?

Now that you put that idea in my head, definitely the second. I just won’t publish it.

Send it to me as soon as it’s done.

Will do.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #bodyguard/sugar daddy AU

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delicioussshame · 4 years

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Part Five of the Moshen Thing.

Shen Qingqiu waits to be announced before he enters Mobei-Jun’s quarters. He doesn’t want to disturb him for, if he’s honest with himself, is only personal gossip. He’s just really curious about what happened with Shang Qinghua? And if nothing happened Mobei-Jun might be depressed, and it’s not like Mobei-Jun is going to talk about his feelings on the matter to his entourage. It’s going to take all he has to get a few words from him if it went wrong, but he feels up to the challenge!

Turns out he won’t have to. He can tell from the relaxed way Mobei-Jun is standing and the faintest trace of a smile on his face that something very good happened since the last time he saw it. “How was Shang Qinghua?”

White teeth flash when he answers. “Fine.”

His fan, plum blossoms covered in snow, hides his own smile. “I see.” Hopefully they’ll be able to make it work. Shen Qingqiu has no trust in Shang Qinghua’s capacity to be a decent partner to anyone, but Mobei-Jun obviously disagrees. Shen Qingqiu wants to be the one in the wrong this time. “I wish you the best.” Since that’s how it is, he’s going to get all the dirty details from Airplane. That’s going to be way easier than trying to extract them from Mobei-Jun. “I’m sure you have better things to do than waste your time on me.” Like courting your new flame.

Mobei-Jun stops him from leaving by grabbing his arm. “Don’t go.”

He must have questions. Maybe he’s nervous now that he has to handle an actual relationship with a human? “Do you need something from me?” He keeps his tone calm and open. He doesn’t especially want to become their relationship therapist, but one does what one cans.

Mobei-Jun doesn’t let him go. “Thank you.”

Shen Qingqiu is flushed with pride. Look at this cold demon lord learning how to act like a person! Shang Qinghua better be grateful Shen Qingqiu warmed him up for him!

Emotionally! He meant emotionally! “I don’t need thanks. Just be happy.” He gestures at his arm, still caught in Mobei-Jun’s hold. “Though you might want to stop being touching me this freely.”

Mobei-Jun frowns. “Why?”

Shen Qingqiu waves his fan in amusement. “Shang Qinghua might get jealous.” That might have been fun. Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky deserves all the bullying he gets for having written this world. He shouldn’t have said anything.

“Why would he?”

Is that a hard concept to grasp? “It’s not really proper to flaunt your previous attachment when you have a new lover.”

“Previous.”

Shen Qingqiu starts to feel uneasy. “You did confess to Shang Qinghua, didn’t you? Or the reverse, it doesn’t really matter.”

This seems to make sense to Mobei-Jun. “Yes.”

“Then, he would expect fidelity.”

He can see the confusion on Mobei-Jun’s face. Shit. “Fidelity.”

“Most people only have one partner. They expect that partner to be loyal to them.”

“I’m a king. I might choose many spouses.”

Fuck. This is what you brought on yourself by writing a stallion novel, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky! Your own love interest is planning on gathering a harem! “And you told him that?”

But he knows what he’ll hear before he does. “He must know.”

He might not. Mobei-Jun didn’t have any canonical love interest. “You need to tell him about it. As soon as possible.”

“Junshang doesn’t mind.”

Shen Qingqiu is not getting in, shit! Luo Binghe isn’t an example for anyone to follow! And Luo Binghe himself isn’t out there actively adding flowers to his harem without Shen Qingqiu’s input, which he would definitely need or they would be having Words. “He doesn’t matter. Shang Qinghua does. Talk to him.”

Mobei-Jun stays mute for a while. Shen Qingqiu waits in very awkward silence.

What he says when he finally decides to speak doesn’t help. “You wouldn’t mind?”

Shen Qingqiu chokes. He doesn’t want to be involved in this mess, thank you! “I thought this would end that once you had Shang Qinghua.” When he finally allowed himself to really think about it, it became obvious. Shen Qingqiu already has… a reputation in the demon realm for his unparalleled hold on the strongest member of their kind. The last thing he needs is to become known as a home-wrecker, thank you. As tentative as the relationship between Shang Qinghua and himself can be, he’s not going to ruin his chance at happiness for one of Binghe’s kinky wishes. “You won’t even miss me. Shang Qinghua is too much of a handful.”

Mobei-Jun seems doubtful

In other circumstances, Shen Qingqiu would be flattered. “Talk to him.” How did he even became the resident therapist, he will never know. Of all the anachronisms Airplane included, why not this one? A good therapist might just have saved Luo Binghe from himself.

Sadly, it would also have made for a pretty boring book. Shen Qingqiu can already hear the pleas of needing money and pleasing the audience.

Mobei-Jun frowns but nods.

Shen Qingqiu escapes from this hell he made for himself as fast as he can.

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And then nothing happens.

For weeks.

He means, lots of things happens, but not on the ice demon/fellow transmigrator front.

It is possible Shen Qingqiu hears nothing because they’re both not staying at Binghe’s palace and Shen Qingqiu himself has spent some time at the sect, but still. A letter would have been nice. ‘Hello, we’re doing fine, thank you for being our marital counsellor’, something of the sort. Or even ‘Never put your hand on my husband again, you trollop!’ He just wants to know!

“Shizun can stop fretting. Mobei-Jun will look over the castle while I’m visiting the Southern provinces. He can ask him himself.”

Shen Qingqiu shouldn’t be surprised Luo Binghe noticed his agitation. Very few things relating to him escape his husband’s attention.

Still, Shen Qingqiu knows why his disciple really requested Mobei-Jun's presence. Should he take it as a sign something went wrong? Or very right? “Mobei-Jun didn’t object?”

Luo Binghe snorts. “Why would he. He’s probably eager to put his hands on Shizun again.”

But Shang Qinghua! “Considering his actual status, I very much doubt it.”

“All this time, and yet my husband is still blind to his own charms. This disciple is very lucky. That way, Shizun won’t think of looking for someone else.”

Shen Qingqiu is torn between being flattered and sighing. Binghe, why are you still bringing that up? This master has no intention of leaving you.

That’s a subject he really doesn’t feel like revisiting again. Oh well, if Mobei-Jun is coming, he’ll surely bring Shang Qinghua along. Shen Qingqiu will get to the bottom of this himself.

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“Seriously, bro, what are you worrying about? Everything is fine.”

“Is it? Is it!? Your love interest has every intention of sleeping around with anyone he takes a fancy to and everything is fine!? Even you must have higher standards.” Shang Qinghua had very conspicuously arrived at Mobei-Jun’s side, looking less stressed than Shen Qingqiu had ever seen him, if no less hyper. Shen Qingqiu had detected the change in seconds. He knows when someone is getting laid right, okay? He’s intimately familiar with what that’s like, courtesy of basically being the heroine.

All he’d felt at the sight had been happiness for his compatriot and the other demon in his life. He had had no plans to disturb their bliss! So why are they having this conversation right now? Shouldn’t Shang Qinghua work on keeping his lover in check instead of trying to pimp him out?

“You’re exaggerating. It’s only you. He was already sleeping with you before he was doing me anyway. If anything, I’m the interloper.”

How is this his life? “I’m not romantically involved with Mobei-Jun, so of course I’m the one in the way.”

Shang Qinghua stays silent.

…What the fuck is that silence supposed to mean!? “Did you forget I’m married to the protagonist? I don’t need anyone else! I really wish people would remember that!”

“That’s something you don’t have worry about. Everyone knows you’re married to Luo Binghe. He’s not subtle about it. That’s not the point. The point is I knew, well no I didn’t know what I was getting in when I included harems in my story, but I did it anyway, the point is I expected this outcome okay? Luo Binghe being loyal to you is close to a miracle, not the rule. Getting Mobei-Jun is already more than I could ever have dreamed for. He’s not gonna go against the grain for me, and that’s fine. And if he’s gonna have someone else, who better than you? You’re not gonna marry him, and you’re not gonna ask him to leave me, so I don’t have anything to complain about.”

“…Are you fucking serious right now?”

Shang Qinghua pats his fucking shoulders like he’s a lady having the vapours. “Calm down. Keep breathing. It’s going to make sense if you think about it.”

“You allowing your lover to sleep around because you think you’re not good enough for him not to is never going to make sense.”

Shang Qinghua flinches like he just hit him. Good. Maybe he’ll understand how completely stupid he’s being. “Bro, that was way harsh. What did I ever do to you to deserve that?”

Shen Qingqiu just stares him down until he squeals. Please, Shang Qinghua knows exactly what he did, mainly everything around them.

“Not everyone has like, crazy powers of seduction that can make anyone fall for them, okay? Some of us have to content themselves with what they can have.”

Shen Qingqiu chokes. He does not have crazy powers of seduction, what the hell!

Not the point. “Did you tell Mobei-Jun that?”

Shang Qinghua’s eyes bug out. “So that I can look even more pathetic than I already do? No way, bro, no way. He told me he was eventually going to marry other people, I said I knew that, he kissed me, and then I-“

“Shut up! I don’t need to know about that!” He already knows more than enough about Mobei-Jun in bed! He really doesn’t need to know about Shang Qinghua! “Shouldn’t you have elaborated more?”

“And say what? Sorry, you’re not allowed to have an heir, you’re gonna have to let your bloodline disappear?”

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t include mpreg in this mess? Or like, can’t he pick one of his nephews or something?”

“Excuse me, which part of stallion novel screams mpreg to you! Of course I didn’t include that! Not that I would be surprised if you fucking everything up caused a way for it to happen to exist! And yes, he could pick a member of his family as his heir, but then I would be stopping him from having children and that’s not cool. Tiny little Mobei-Juns running around with serious faces! Even your frozen heart must want to see that!”

…That would be heart-stoppingly cute.

So would all the tiny Binghes that were supposed to exist and that Shen Qingqiu ruthlessly culled by stealing their father for himself.

“…Bro, don’t be like that, that’s not what I meant, don’t be sad! They’ll kill me if you’re sad!”

Shen Qingqiu gets a grip on himself. Now’s not the time. “I’m not sad.”

“…Sure bro, you’re not.”

“You’re the one that has reasons to be sad.”

“Not really. I really am okay with it.”

Well, Shen Qingqiu isn’t.

Something is going to have to be done.

#The Scum Villain Self Serving System #Scum Villain #The MoShen Thing #MoShang #MoShen

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delicioussshame · 5 years

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This is the first part of what was supposed to be a MoShen pwp that became a thing with multiple parts with something that vaguely looks like a plot. Vaguely. This whole part is all prelude and just BingQiu. Also NSFW.

Shen Qingqiu loves his husband. He really, really does. That doesn't mean he agrees with Binghe all the time. Far from it, in fact. Luo Binghe can have frankly ludicrous ideas. It's just that his little sheep has grown into the most powerful demon lord and thus has become used to being obeyed without questions.

Shen Qingqiu is not one of Luo Binghe's sycophants. If Binghe is being a complete degenerate, this master won't just go along with it.

It's just that with years come experience. Of all sorts. Binghe had, to Shen Qingqiu's chagrin, learnt that his teacher was far less likely to present a coherent rebuttal when he was caught in the throes of pleasure.

Which is how he ended up in bed with Mobei-Jun.

At any other time, Shen Qingqiu would have rejected outright the suggestion that he needed someone to share his bed when Luo Binghe left for too long, hence he finds someone else to satisfy him. Binghe had ideas on that subject. That someone else started at unlikely (Liu Qingge, really. Like he would.) and went all the way to absolutely ridiculous (Zhuzhi-Lang?! Why!?).

Shen Qingqiu isn’t the type to fool around to begin with, and he doesn’t have Luo Binghe's libido either. His husband has nothing to fear.

And yet. And yet, once Shen Qingqiu finds himself speared on his husband's cock, said husband refusing to stop pounding into him until he admits he needs this, that he can't live without being fucked regularly anymore, that he must be filled with come to feel at ease, well, those arguments are a lot weaker. The next morning, Shen Qingqiu always tries to reason with Binghe, to tell him he can't be held accountable for the nonsense he says during sex, but then Luo Binghe always follows the same pattern.

"Oh? Then this disciple didn't hear his shizun say he always feels empty when his Binghe isn't inside him? Or that he starts aching for this husband again as soon as he pulls out? How strange. I seem to remember it perfectly. It was when Shizun was riding me so well, staring at me with teary eyes as he ground down on me. He was so beautiful, how could I forget."

And, like always, Shen Qingqiu proceeds to die of mortification as Luo Binghe recites all the utter filth his beloved shizun did last night right in the morning light, looking like he was describing his purchases at the local market instead of how eagerly Shen Qingqiu had prepared himself for him. Binghe, please, please, if you feel any affection for this old master, you'll spare him some face and stop this at this very instant! How can Shen Qingqiu argue like this? He can barely think about what he did, so how can he respond to it?

Turns out he never manages to, so when his dear Binghe tells him the only person he trusts not to try and steal Shizun from him is Mobei-Jun and so that's who is in charge of keeping him sated while he's away, Shen Qingqiu slaps him with much more force than he normally uses. Luo Binghe purrs at him in response and Shen Qingqiu reaches undiscovered levels of offense. "Binghe!!! What are you thinking! Even tastelessness has limits! This master demands you never make that kind of joke again."

Luo Binghe frowns. "Apologies, but this disciple wasn't joking. Hadn't he expressed that idea many times before?"

Oh no. He couldn't be serious, could he? Shen Qingqiu had just thought it was weird dirty talk! He was very familiar with Binghe's strange array of kinks now. Most of the time if Shen Qingqiu ignored it it went away! Why not this time? Why doesn't this idea disappear like the full-length mirror Luo Binghe had had installed in their room did when he realised he would be getting none as long as it was there, since it was 100% impossible for Shen Qingqiu to maintain an erection in the face of how ridiculous he looked during sex?

Better nip that in the bud. "Binghe, even if you were serious, this master isn't interested. Didn't he say so many times? The only person he wants is you."

Sure enough, Binghe starts tearing up. "Shizun!"

Good. This he can handle.

Luo Binghe snuggles into his arms. Honestly, Shen Qingqiu doesn't need more than this.

They stay in peace together long enough that Shen Qingqiu thought himself safe.

He was wrong.

"Shizun is always so good to me. That's why his disciple wants to be good to him too. But as much as he would love to, he can't be with Shizun at all times. This disciple would feel better if someone else was there for Shizun when he isn't."

Shen Qingqiu chokes at the image of Mobei-Jun, scary ice motherfucker, cooking for him and doing his laundry like his disciple. "Mobei-Jun doesn't strike me as the domestic type."

Binghe snorts. "Of course not. I've been training a few servants to make sure my husband is being taken care of. None of them are satisfactory, but Shizun shouldn't starve."

Shen Qingqiu sighs. No one will ever equal Binghe. He's the protagonist; the race is rigged in his favor. Normal people can't be as good as you!

Luo Binghe keeps talking. "But they're definitely not good enough to touch Shizun. Mobei-Jun is royalty and old enough to know what he's doing, not to mention intelligent enough to know what he should or should not be doing. And Shizun is now conditioned to react to a demon lord's touch. This disciple is certain he'll enjoy himself."

"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu whines, "I said I wasn't interested." His relationship is spicy enough, thanks.

Binghe starts making puppy eyes. "But Shizun! You disciple would feel safer while he's away knowing Shizun is in bliss and accompanied instead of lonely and sad like your husband is when we're apart."

"If that's the case, then why don't you share your bed with Mobei-Jun? Or Sha Hualing, or some other pretty demoness?" The prospect of sharing Binghe is frankly unappealing, but he already knows how his husband will answer.

Sure enough, Luo Binghe is insulted. "I want no one but my husband!"

"See? That's how I feel."

"It's not the same!

"Why not?"

"Shizun would hate it if I slept with someone else."

"Obviously. Wouldn't you?"

"Mobei-Jun is fine. I can trust him. And Shizun would look mesmerising taking his cock."

Red rises to his cheeks so fast he feels the burn. "Binghe!"

"It's true! Shizun is always the most beautiful man alive, but he is at his most stunning flushed from pleasure. And since Shizun won't let me use a mirror to look my fill, I would love to watch him to my heart's contempt while someone else services him. In fact, maybe this would be easier if I invited Mobei-Jun to our bed once before I left?"

Binghe! Your weird kinks are showing again! Also, give this old man a chance! Your cuckolding kink is enough to deal with without adding a threesome on top of it! "No. If I have to make a fool of myself, one person should be enough of an audience."

Binghe perks up. "Does this mean Shizun is willing?"

What is he even doing? "You really want this?"

Binghe nods enthusiastically.

Oh well, it's not like he hasn't tried his share of strange things for Binghe. It's not that much stranger than the collar, or the female clothing, or even that bizarre fruit that had… enough about that. "He will back off if I tell him to?"

"Of course. This disciple has been very clear on how much of an honor Mobei-Jun is being granted and how much respect is expected of him. If Shizun says no at any time, it will be over."

At least Mobei-Jun is attractive. As much as he hates praising Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, no one can blame him for designing ugly characters. Even Shen Qingqiu knows he isn’t so bad looking himself despite being the scum villain.

"Fine. If Binghe thinks this is for the best, this master will give it a try."

Binghe jumps on him in answer and steals his breath away with too passionate a kiss.

Shen Qingqiu sighs on the inside. What has he gotten himself into.

And people think Luo Binghe is whipped.

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