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[5k words of an outline for a big Bingge centric AU, mentioned QiJiu and MoShang and potentially one-sided BingQiJiu. Time travel, fix-it(?)

Warning for canon typical child abuse and torture, mention of sexual abuse, minor mention of cannibalism, Bingge is his own warning let’s be real]

Binghe goes insane from Xin Mo and abandons his humanity completely, then devolves further into a rabid beast until Mobei and the Wives all work together to put him down. Xin Mo is so entangled in him that it can’t exist past its host anymore, so it unleashes all that it has left to prevent Binghe’s death.

That’s when the reset happens.

It’s like coming back from the brink, when your head breaks the water and the dark recedes from the edge of your vision as air fills your lungs. Sanity is a cold thing when surfacing from the depths of madness, but it keeps the warm animal-hunger of bloodlust and beastly instinct on the edges of his consciousness and that’s fine.

He’s a child again when he regains conscious thought, standing in front of the tea set, about to make that first cup of tea for his future Shizun, and he can’t afford to be a beast right now. There’s a part of him that feels different, the parts that Xin Mo devoured alongside his sanity have now been returned to him, soft and squishy and human. It’s strange, coming back to humanity after so long - how long? Decades? Centuries? Time has lost all meaning to a beast that could hunt and breed whenever it pleased.

Binghe doesn’t remember how to make tea. He’s not certain he ever knew at this age, but the beast in him recoils at the memory of scalding tea dumped on his head. He looks around, as subtle as he can, to find something that might help him avoid that. Shen Qingqiu is talking to Ming Fan, rattling off the necessities they need to provide the first new disciple since Ming Fan became head disciple, but Binghe can feel the man’s attention on him. Shen Qingqiu has noticed his hesitation and he’s waiting to see what Binghe is going to do next. There’s no help to be had there.

Ning Yingying lurks around, too curious of the new shidi to stay away, and Shizun indulges her as long as she stays close enough that he can track her. She would know how to make tea. She has always been one of his smartest wives - she made the array that pinned him down and stripped him of fang and claw and poison so Mobei Jun could shove portals under his skin, drain him of his healing blood and finally unmake him.

It was an agonizing way to die. He deserved all of it and more.

When it seems like an opportune moment he quietly asks Yingying shijie how to make tea fit for their Shizun. She pretends to tie his hair for him - shidi can barely see through this fluff, this won’t do, here’s how you tie it properly - and tells him the instructions in a whisper so quiet even he can barely hear it. 

Shen Qingqiu notices, of course he does, but he pretends that he doesn’t. The tea is not great, but it’s palatable and Shen Qingqiu drinks all of it while he runs Binghe through the rules of the peak and the expectations placed on a scholarly disciple of Qing Jing. It’s such a jarring difference from the first time when he got sent away right after the tea incident that he can’t help but drift in his chaotically spinning thoughts instead of listening. This is not the kind Shizun, he thinks. So why did the tea make such a big difference? (Years later Yue Qingyuan happily tells him how he blackmailed one of the rich boys into showing him how to make tea for his own peak’s tea ceremony because he didn’t trust the adults enough to ask and couldn’t afford to seem lesser than those of higher birth and Binghe finally Gets It.)

His thoughts are interrupted when Ming Fan arrives and shoves the ‘new disciple care package’ in his arms. Binghe is still not used to being tiny again, so he tries to hold all of it like he would as an adult and can’t, dropping his manual and the writing kit in the process. Yingying immediately hops to pick it all up, scolding their shixiong for bullying the new shidi while Shen Qingqiu watches with a cold mask of indifference.

The manual has fallen open and it gives her pause when she picks it up. “Shizun, I don’t think this manual is right.” Shen Qingqiu says nothing, but he takes it from her and glances at the pages.

Binghe is certain that he’s the only one who notices how Shizun’s hold on the book tightens in anger until his fingers turn white. “It’s an older manual,” he says, neither voice nor expression giving away the rage he must feel to grip the book so tight. Luo Binghe knows even his smallest tells and the man is seething. “Go to the library pavilion and pick up the proper edition for your shidi. Dismissed!”

It’s a few days later when Binghe is trying to find a good spot in the library to practice his calligraphy - he knows how to write, in theory, but he forgot so many of these mundane little rituals in his madness that he needs to refresh the memory - when he walks into the range of a silencing array. It’s obviously a fluke that it extends into the corridor, but if Binghe puts his ear to the wall he can clearly hear Shen Qingqiu rage at his hallmasters and the head of the library pavilion because of the manual. The fake, harmful cultivation manual, one of many that have ruined and killed lonely disciples before, the ones who didn’t have friends or other support to notice that something was wrong.

Manuals Shen Qingqiu has ordered removed and destroyed when he became peak lord. Orders that the hallmasters ignored. Does Peak Lord Shen think they have the time to waste on something like this when the peak is already short staffed? There are more important parts of the collection to maintain than the beginner manuals - the only ones who would ever fall prey to the false manuals anyway are the charity cases, and they are not the ones who fund the scholarly peak. Really, this wouldn’t even be an issue at all if Shen Qingqiu didn’t let Liu Qingge goad him into taking on a dirty beggar child. Don’t they all know that things crawling in the dirt are never worth the trouble? Once filth, always filth.

Luo Binghe is almost bowled over when Shen Qingqiu storms out of the meeting, blind to his environment. The man’s qi roils, razor sharp like shattered glass, his anger driving him to the cusp of a qi deviation. Binghe has a hunch that whatever this is about, it’s not about him. Shizun would not be so angry on his behalf.

He could never figure out why the man mistreated him, could never break Shen Qingqiu open enough to get the answer he needed. This feels like an opportunity, a chance to unravel this puzzle, and it tickles his instincts to have something to chase, to press his nose to the trail and hunt.

So he starts to sniff around. People overlook children so easily, it’s almost effortless how he finds piece after piece. He learns that the people on the peak - the cultivators from his generation in particular, the pavilion overseers and the hallmasters - don’t respect Shen Qingqiu and often undermine his authority when he’s not there to personally force them to adhere to his standards. There’s an especially tense period every time after the Peak Lord leaves for the city - for the brothel, they say, to drown in his lust or to use some hapless girl as a cauldron and bolster his own mediocre cultivation - when they seem especially bold, holding his indulgence over his head like a finely balanced sword.

He learns from Yingying that he’s the first disciple to get into the peak through the selection for the last decade. All the other disciples are young masters and scholarly prodigies who come recommended by their mentors. They don’t need their Shizun’s encouragement to try and bully Binghe, even when he’s not rolling over like he did in his first life. He fights back, tooth and nail, a rabid little thing that leaves scratches and bruises on anyone who would provoke him and he doesn’t have to worry about sleeping in the woodshed because more often than not the dormitory overseers isolate him from the others as a form of punishment.

Shen Qingqiu doesn’t interfere. He looks with the same disdain at both perpetrators and victim, bruised black and blue, and forbids them from leaving the peak until they are presentable again. It’s not until a particularly bad fight when Binghe takes a bite out of one of them, digging his teeth into a soft cheek and swallowing both the bloody chunk and the screams of terror with dark satisfaction, that Shizun’s hand is forced. Binghe is thrown into solitary confinement until the boy’s parents can come and demand fitting punishment for permanently disfiguring the rich brat. Binghe is grateful for these few days of isolation. He needs them to shackle the instincts screaming for blood, to calm his demon side that’s straining against his seals. It wasn’t like this the first time, but he came back as a beast in a boy’s skin so it’s not surprising.

He puts on the face of a lamb when they lead him outside, to the cold morning light and then to the punishment hall. The boy’s parents - a high-ranking official in the mortal Emperor’s court and his lady wife - look at him like he’s less than dirt, but there’s a glint of cruel satisfaction in their eyes when the stone faced Shen Qingqiu announces his punishment: by their demand, Binghe is to receive ten lashes with the discipline whip, or fewer if he passes out.

The Sect Leader came to oversee the punishment and the horror on his gentle face is obvious to all. The disciple whip is a cruel thing, one that can cripple even advanced cultivators, and will set Binghe’s cultivation back by years if it doesn’t ruin it altogether. The Sect Leader gives Shen Qingqiu a pleading look and Binghe lifts his head to tell him not to bother - when could Yue Qingyuan ever influence Shen Qingqiu for the better? - so he catches the Sect Leader’s expression when Shen Qingqiu flicks the case open and takes out the whip. Just for a moment, his expression flickers into surprise, then relief, before it turns into a blank mask. Binghe has no time to ponder what the hell that is about, because Shen Qingqiu swings the whip with the ease and confidence of practice and the line of fire down his back startles a scream out of him. He lived a whole life as a warlord and demon, but this body is that of a human child, unaccustomed to this sort of pain.

The world fades to black after two more strikes.

When he comes to, he is laying in a soft bed. The bedding smells clean, but oddly stale - like a guest bed they only air out every other day, but never use. He turns his head and the bamboo house comes into focus. It’s Shizun’s room and Shizun’s bed, but that makes no sense - where does the man sleep if not in his own bed? His cultivation isn’t good enough to forgo sleep altogether. There’s something here, a corner piece to this puzzle Binghe is struggling to fit into the big picture. Is this why Shizun keeps going to the brothels? Can he only find rest in the embrace of women? Binghe, formerly a very active master of a harem with hundreds of wives and concubines, can’t judge him for that. He already dismissed the rumors about Shizun abusing a cultivation cauldron; dual cultivation is one of the few methods to mend ruined meridians and Binghe still remembers how wrecked Shen Qingqiu’s cultivation was when he caught him.

There is yelling from the main room, Mu shishu’s incensed voice and the low rumble of the Sect Leader as he tries to calm him. Eventually a blank faced Shizun leads both of them inside and Mu shishu ignores all etiquette to rush to the bed and take stock of Binghe’s injuries. 

“These… these are not the marks of a discipline whip,” he says, confused and relieved. 

“Of course not,” Shen Qingqiu scoffs. “I don’t keep one of those wretched things around on my peak. As if those fools could tell the difference between a discipline whip and a regular slaver’s whip. All they wanted was to hear the little beast scream.” 

The Sect Leader hurriedly reassures Mu shishu that the whip strikes are painful, but with the right treatment they won’t even scar. 

“Zhangmen-shixiong, are you saying that from experience?” Mu Qingfang asks, massaging his temples and startles a little when Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan say “Yes!” in perfect unison. Another corner piece for the puzzle.

After his injuries are treated and Yue Qingyuan shepherds the healer outside, Binghe is left alone with Shen Qingqiu.

“What am I to do with you, little beast? If you don’t learn to rein yourself in, I will kick you off my peak before you can drag our reputation down.”

“He deserved it. They started it.”

“And? This is not Bai Zhan. You are in no position to make such a ruckus about things. Your stunt lost Qing Jing almost a tenth of our yearly funding. My own shizun would have beaten me to death if I pulled something so idiotic.” 

“Then why didn’t you?” He’s starting to understand Shen Qingqiu, the wretched little slave, who clawed his way up to become Peak Lord despite his ruined cultivation and digs his teeth into what’s his so nobody can take it away, but he still wants to hear it from the man himself. “Do I remind you of yourself, Shizun?”

“Little beast, you are asking for a beating.” Shen Qingqiu forgot his fan, or else he’d be hiding behind it, as always. Binghe’s Shizun has such a terribly thin face. “You have potential and drive to make something of yourself. I want to see how far it will take you. If you learn how to hide your claws better.”

Oh, Binghe knows exactly how far he can go. But he humors his Shizun and does a demonstration of his White Lotus routine. Shizun fetches a fan just so he can smack him over the head, but says that it’s an adequate act, for now. However, if Binghe can’t fool the peak into believing that he mellowed out from the punishment, then he shouldn’t expect help from his master!

They settle into an understanding over the next few years. They are not of a kind, but they are both beasts after a fashion and now that he finally peered under Shen Qingqiu’s unbreakable armor, he doesn’t resent the man as much. Is he himself not a violent, monstrous thing once you peel off his pleasant facade? What filled the human child with fear and resentment entices the adult demon that now lives in his skin. Besides, Shizun hasn’t hurt him in this life. Shen Qingqiu usually lets him be, only interacting with him as much as any other discipline, but sometimes under the guise of chores he takes remedial lessons to perfect his act. The years he let go of his humanity took their toll and he needs the guidance to set some of the details right.

“I think I might be part demon,” Luo Binghe says one day, sipping tea in the bamboo house. For two hours straight Shizun poked and prodded at his insecurities, reaching for a level of unpleasantness he doesn’t often aim at him and Binghe kept his mask of a perfect, demure youth all throughout. At the end of it Shizun poured him a cup of tea and reluctantly praised his acting. It’s a thorny thing, Shizun’s praise, but it has set a warmth in Binghe’s chest that refuses to go away.

“You are fifteen. It’s probably just puberty.” Binghe laughs at his Shizun’s expression of disgust. Shen Qingqiu is technically not wrong either, because it’s his steadily growing sex drive that keeps aggravating his demon half. “I have met men who wish they could be demons. I don’t care as long as you don’t tarnish the reputation of the sect.”

“The sect or Qing Jing Peak?”

“The sect. Drag me down with your madness if you want. I chose to take responsibility for you as your Shizun, but leave the others out of it.” 

The others in this case, Binghe has learned, means Yue Qingyuan. Binghe is not sure what ties the two men together (ten thousand arrows and a throat split open on the shards of a blade) but it’s a kind of devotion and he wants it for himself. He set this thread of fate against Xin Mo’s blade and it remained unbroken, so he wants to tangle himself up in it until he can forget that he has no thread of his own. He couldn’t find true peace in the embrace of a thousand women, but when he imagines himself sandwiched between Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan, the most resilient and the strongest man the human realm can offer, he thinks he could be satisfied. Shen Qingqiu’s sharp edges stimulate the demon part of him that wants to court with his fangs and claws bared and Yue Qingyuan’s soft brotherly manners soothe the neglected human boy he tried to rip out of his soul, but never managed. They would be perfect.

But first he has to find out why Shen Qingqiu keeps pushing the Sect Leader away and mend their relationship somehow, and a crucial step to that is making sure Liu Qingge lives. Binghe now suspects that the Bai Zhan War God’s death was an accident, but it drained Shen Qingqiu of any will to stand up for himself and he can’t allow that to happen this time around.

“When I passed Liu shishu earlier I sensed that his qi was unbalanced. He is heading to a deviation soon.” He can blame it on his Shizun that he learned to sniff out impending qi deviations, because Shen Qingqiu had them often and always, always tried to cover them up. “I know he is going to Lingxi caves for isolated cultivation and I overheard Mu shishu say that Shizun is following him in a fortnight. I want Shizun to be prepared to call for help if Liu shishu turns violent and attacks him.”

It’s a battle to convince Shizun to take the emergency talismans, but Binghe eventually wears him down. He spends the whole night before Shizun enters the caves drawing the talismans; it’s his punishment for bothering Shen Qingqiu so much in the past two weeks. Soon after, the Sect Leader leaves and Binghe doesn’t remember the exact timeline anymore, but it sounds like things are happening the way they did before; Liu Qingge’s death and the demon invasion was barely a week apart and Yue Qingyuan was absent for both. So Binghe loiters around the emergency medical team and waits.

Nobody notices it when he slips into the backline of the emergency team, keeping pace with them through the winding pathways of the Lingxi caves until something calls out to him, his instincts suddenly on high alert, and he falls behind, just as unnoticed. The side cavern is almost completely blocked off and once Binghe squeezes inside he can’t see anything, but he doesn’t need his eyes to tell what happened. Poisonous, disturbed qi saturates the cavern, heavy on his tongue with pain and fear and desperation, the rage of a dragon trapped in a bottle, thrashing to break free. He can feel the marks gouged into the walls when he touches them, can taste the blood saturating the surface when he licks along a deep crack.

A beast was trapped in here, a beast that tastes like Yue Qingyuan.

The discovery makes him giddy and he has to tear himself away from the cavern before the qi could damage his human cultivation or the sweet song of blood could awaken his demon half. Outside he finds that things happened as he expected, and to his relief both Peak Lords live. Liu Qingge seems unbearably insistent on undoing the damage he did to Shen Qingqiu’s reputation in the past, but Shizun seems just as annoyed by his attempts as Binghe, so it’s fine.

The demon invasion happens just on schedule and Binghe goes in with a plan to use the demon elder’s poisonous attack to pretend that was what awakened his demon half. It's a good plan, one that's immediately dashed by Liu Qingge, who can't bear to sit and watch when Shen Qingqiu gets to fight. For a blissful moment Binghe entertains the idea of revealing himself anyway and ripping Liu Qingge limb from limb, but he restrains himself and moves right on.

The encounter with Meng Mo is different. In the dream realm Binghe is not a child and he shuts off access to the dream before the old demon can pull anyone else in with them. Then he bows to the elder with all the respect his old mentor earned in that other life. “This Binghe is overjoyed to see Meng shushu has found him again.”

It’s strange, to explain what happened to him to someone who can’t possibly remember those events, but Meng Mo takes it all with grace, even when Binghe admits that Xin Mo trapped the demon in his own nightmare and slowly consumed him. Binghe doesn’t strictly need the grandfatherly old demon in his head - because as much as Meng Mo would deny it, Binghe has met enough demon families to now recognize him for the very typical demonic grandfather that he is - but his presence feels right and his power can tide them over until Binghe decides to break the seals.

Together they hatch a plan to trap his Shizun and his Shibo in a dream until they are forced to talk to each other. It’s easier said than done, because with Liu Qingge nipping at his heels again to demand a spar (get a hint already shishu, Shizun doesn’t see sparring as a bonding activity and you never told him that you mean it that way!) Shen Qingqiu refuses to go down to the brothel to sleep. Finally, when sleep deprivation is driving Shizun to the brink of a qi deviation, Binghe has enough and bluntly presents him with a sleep tonic. “You can take it willingly or I can hit you over the head and take you down to the city. Your choice, Shizun.”

It’s enough of a threat that Shen Qingqiu allows Binghe to distract Liu shishu with a barrage of very specific questions about an upcoming nighthunt and sneaks out to the city himself. The distance would usually be a bit bothersome, but Binghe can grasp the thread tying Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu together and pull them into a joint dream in the middle.

It’s worse than he expects. He gets a front row seat to their worst nightmares and even fully knowing that these are only memories, his demon blood burns to rip their enemies apart. Meng Mo bodily drags him outside of the dream so his enraged howling can’t disturb the long overdue reconciliation between Xiao Jiu and his Qi-ge.

“He was so cruel to me in that first life, I never imagined that he ever had it worse,” Binghe admits quietly when his rage has cooled, pale as a ghost as they watch the shade of Qiu Jianluo force himself on his child slave.

“Have you ever…?”

“No. Even I had my limits. I made sure they wanted me, even if they regretted it afterwards.” How many women did he feed to Xin Mo’s endless appetite over the years? He never counted. Meng Mo just hums and then shoos him away; the old demon can maintain the dream until the humans are done sorting themselves out and it’s probably not good for Binghe’s psyche to watch all of this.

The next few years are a blur. Binghe keeps his distance from Shen Qingqiu when it becomes clear that the reconciliation followed them out of the dream. He doesn’t want Shen Jiu to think of him as a disciple, a child, he wants to leave and return as a dashing suitor, so he watches from afar as things slot into a much more pleasing picture than before. With Yue Qingyuan’s broad shoulders propping him up, Shen Qingqiu finally gains the power to back up his words and a genuine confidence to match his proud bearing. He kicks all his detractors off Qing Jing and calls an audit from An Ding to clean up all the leftover filth before the new hallmasters take their post. Yue Qingyuan shuts down a nasty comment during a peak lord meeting about Shen Qingqiu’s brothel visits by reminding everyone that they are allowed to visit their family outside the sect if they want to, and this is everything the sect gossip talks about for the next sennight. It prompts Ning Yingying to bashfully admit to her trusted Luo shidi that her mother is one of Shen Qingqiu’s 'sisters', that she joined the sect on his recommendation. Maybe A-Luo would like to meet her sometime? He’s like a little brother to Yingying and she wants him to meet her family. 

Not everything is perfect, of course. Qing Jing is still heavy on the physical punishment, second only to Bai Zhan, because the fear of pain works extremely well on the rich brats, but Binghe’s growing restlessness sees him punished more than all the disciples put together and on him it has a very different effect. He can’t help it, his libido is out of control and the people he wants are out of his reach, so the only things he can channel his restless energy is aggression and too long nights of masturbation that leave him too tired to function the following day. At one point Shen Qingqiu even threatens him with the whip again if he doesn’t cut it out, and the thought of Shen Qingqiu whipping him bloody fuels his fantasies for the next several weeks.

It’s three months before the Immortal Alliance Conference when Meng Mo digs his heels in about the course of their future.

“We are not getting Xin Mo.”

“I need it if I want to become strong again.”

“I reviewed all of your memories and I can confidently say that’s not true. The wretched thing hurt you more than it ever helped.”

“I will never get out of the abyss without it. I need it for that long and then I will lock it away.”

“If you pick it up you will never be able to put it down again. Just like in that other life.”

“Then what do you suggest? Am I to just stay in the abyss and perish?!”

“No, of course not. Ask Xiao Mobei to teach you his portal trick.”

“... Let’s start with the obvious that it would not work and let’s not go into the logistics of how I’m even supposed to get hold of him.”

“You have actively used Xin Mo for fifteen centuries.” Was it really that long? It didn’t feel that long. “You have absorbed enough of its residual energy that with the right teacher you should be capable of learning portal manipulation. Whether the Mobei boy is willing to teach you or not is another matter.”

“We were friends before I went insane.” Before he merged the realms and accidentally destroyed Mobei’s entire kingdom and all his subjects in the process. “I think I have a way to convince him.”

Thus starts the long chase to get into Shang Qinghua’s house so Binghe can talk to him in private. It’s much easier said than done. Much as Qinghua has made his peak self-sustaining, he is still busy as hell and when he's not then he's in his leisure house which is the most well-warded building in the entire sect. They only manage a meeting with two weeks left to go before the conference.

At least convincing Shang Qinghua is easy enough. “I recently found out that I'm part demon and I want your prince to help me get away after the conference” is a clear motivation why Binghe would want to talk to Mobei and “I can see from your bruises that he's trying to court you - very carefully, by his standards, I don't see any frostbite - I can make him understand that you are not interested or how to do it the human way, whichever you prefer” makes Qinghua’s expression twist into something both calculating and flustered. The wonders a millennia lived as mostly a demon does, Binghe muses. He was too young and too human to realize that Mobei was pining hard for his little snake of an advisor the first time around. He's not surprised when it all turns into a Human Courting Dos and Don’ts 101. He's not sure if Qinghua is really interested or he's just too scared to turn Mobei down, but when he comes to finalize the details of his getaway the leisure house stinks to the high heavens of happy ice demon, so it's working at least.

He talks Mobei down from letting his entire menagerie loose on the disciples (Qinghua breathes a sigh of relief. He might be able to keep his position as a spy and not lose all his enrolled disciples after all) and shows him where to send the most dangerous beasts for a more targeted attack against Huan Hua’s adult cultivators. Binghe doesn't much care about the disciples, but the least amount of damage done against the sect, the more likely Shen Qingqiu will take him back soon once he returns.

The night before the Conference he finally visits Shen Qingqiu in his dream to show the man his true self. “I told you that I'm a demon.” In the dream Qingqiu is scrawnier and not quite the perfectly polished image of a peerless immortal. Binghe revels in tracing his eyes over all the scars he can see that have been long erased from his skin in the waking world. “I need to leave for a time, after the conference. But do not fret. When I return I will be Junshang and lay the demon world in front of you and Sect Leader Yue as a courting gift.”

He keeps Shen Qingqiu in the dream long enough that his Shizun can't talk to him in person before the event begins. It would spoil the fun to have a fight with his future intended before the hunt.

This plan, unlike the demon invasion one, goes off without a hitch. When Qinghua is portaled into Mobei’s palace a week later for one last report before Binghe leaves, the man has only good news - the sect only suffered injuries and no deaths, and as an added bonus the Iceclaw Assassin Wolf they dropped into the Huan Hua ranks took out the Old Palace Master and his most trusted people before it self destructed. It’s a better outcome than he dared to hope for.

Mobei refuses to teach him portals (for now) but gives him a token that can portal him out of the abyss if things get dicey or Binghe is done training, so that's fine as well. All is ready. Binghe is going to go into the abyss and then seven years later he’ll come back out, fully in control of his heavenly demon heritage and as much of a beast in body as he is in spirit.

The Northern Consort greets him coldly, glaring at him from under a huadian painted with Mobei Jun’s blood that leaves no doubt in anybody’s mind about the king’s devotion to his little human husband. “What took you so long?” Shang Qinghua asks, unwinding one of his many layers of fur and dropping it on the shivering Binghe. The pelt barely covers his shoulders, but it warms Binghe all the same. “Zhangmen-shixiong has been hounding me day and night about your return. Shen Qingqiu refuses to hold their wedding without you there.”

“Ah, but Shang shishu.” Binghe spreads his arms wide, showing off his new physique with a grin. “I promised to lay the demon world before their feet. I couldn’t possibly return before I was capable of upholding that promise!”

Consort Shang is unimpressed.

“Next time, just get them a stick of tanghulu to share. Much easier to get and I bet you anything they would appreciate it more.”

He might not be wrong about that. What is the demon world to a pair of slave boys who rose to the top of the cultivation world on their own power? Comfort food made by his own hand is a much sweeter gift.

Binghe is still going to conquer the demon world for them regardless. He promised, after all, and what kind of husband would he be if he went back on his promises?

#svsss #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #shen jiu #bingqijiu #tc writes #if I ever find the energy to write all these fics it will be all over for you #Bingge is a bit removed from his grudge against SQQ bc it happened so long ago #but in exchange he can be a feral beast in human skin #as a treat #there was no good spot to fit it in there but Bingge also forgot how to cook #he had to have turned into a literal abyss monster for the others to finally decide to put him down and it did no favor to his tastes #poor Yingying had to experience a lot of undercooked or questionably seasoned meals during their friendship #also please imagine YQY going through a few less palatable iterations during his time in the cave #before he remembered that he was supposed to be a boy and was let out #locked in the dark trying to remember that he's not a sword or a beast that's all hunger and sharp edges #his shizun kept him in there until he stopped roaring and screeching and started screaming like a proper human should #I like my Yue Qi with Hidden Layers and at least half of those are also very feral #they conflict nicely with how much of an enabling wet blanket he is #and I say that with all the fondness in the world #I like Yue Qi I want to give him headpats and lock him in a room with Xiao Jiu until they sort their shit out

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So I had a dream about wincest(being obsessed with each other as always lol)

I was half asleep when I wrote this so bear with me

So I had this dream where some monster essentially got to sam and manipulated his world into his like ideal world. And his ideal world was him being a kid again with Dean taking care of him, just them in this little house. The same perfect day played over and over again, like a time loop. And somewhere outside this house is the real Dean, caught a time loop of his own, as he continously breaks into this little house to try to get to Sam and free him. But this monster always gets to him first and catches him off guard. It's like he doesn't remember the last time he was in the house, like it always feels like the first time setting foot in it, because the creature uses the same move over and over to kill him(but like, he doesn't really die, its more like this world is its own little pocket dimension and every time dean dies he wakes up outside of it again). And ever time, kid Sam hears something, but the monster/kid Dean tells him it's ok and they ignore it.

By the way, the monster in my dream is basically like this black-grey sentient goop(think Venom) that can morph itself into anyone it wants, and is hanging in weird strands all around the house that Sam doesn't notice. But dean does, and even though he tries to avoid stepping in it, it always catches his foot and essentially Webs his hands and gun in place, disarming him, then slams him against a glass mirror or a wall hard enough that it kills him.

Anyway, somewhere outside of this loop, Dean is vaguely aware that this monster always catches him with the same move, and the only reason he dies every time is because the surprise attack makes him too unsteady to shoot it, and catches him at a point where his footing is off, so he's easy to take down. But every time he enters the house again, he forgets what he learned, and it takes him down all over again. He admits to someone unseen that the reason it takes him down so easily/catches him off guard is because he's alone, aka Sam's not there to help him.

At some point, Sam starts becoming more aware that something is off, and that things are too perfect.

This is where the dream gets kind of fuzzy, but essentially Sam becomes aware enough and, still as a kid, sees adult dean walking through the house and calls out to him, confused. This time, Dean sees Sam and looks utterly relieved and says "Sammy..." like he's so happy to have found him. But this distraction causes the monster to catch him off guard again. It catches his foot and grabs his hands in its weird goo, but Sam is here now, and he sees this creature for the first time. So he yells out to Dean to move a certain way that gives him enough leverage to shoot the creature(this was mentioned as something dean always knew would help but always forgot when in the house).

Meanwhile, the monster actively tries to get into Sam's mind again and tell him, as young Dean, that everything will be ok so long as he let's him kill this intruder who's trying to hurt them. Finally it stops working on Sam and he becomes his real age again.

Some fight happens in between that I didn't really get to see, but the outcome was this: they managed to hurt the creature by working together, now that Dean wasn't alone, he doesn't die and actually gets some good shots in. At some point, Sam rushes the thing and the only reason it doesn't hurt him is because it grew some sort of attachment to him during the whole thing, and so he's the only one that it would let kill it(feels like a metaphor for Sam and Dean's real codependent obsessive relationship).

Anyway I don't remember much after this so that's basically all I have, so yeah.(also ignore any typos, I didn't edit this. I just woke up)

#also after they kill the monster someone mentioned something about it only letting sam kill it because he was like the mother to it #and dean was the father??? #i didn’t add that in cause it doesn't really make any sense but yk. it was a dream so. #anyway #i dont go here #ive just watched a few episodes and like wincest as a ship #so take this as you will #if i had enough creative energy i would write a fic about this in great detail #but i dont so #maybe one of you can write something about it #wincest #samdean #weecest? technically?? #weecest #i was gonna tag other main tags but i realized that would attract the wrong people #so im keeping it to the shipping tags #proship #for good measure #aml dreams #aml speaks #if my friends see this. no you dont. #pinning this post so i can come back to it when i write the fic for it lol

[fagmegumi]

generally beginning to realize that most people who thirst for the jjk men are doing so incorrectly and for the wrong reasons like just making up a generic archetype of a really cool hot guy from those het smutty self published amazon novels and pretending theyre the jjk dudes. when you can say anything about gege akutami but he gave us such a diverse & fascinating cast of hot dudes who are losers in such specific and different ways but always so devastatingly that none of them get any hole whatsoever

#like gojo is this hot super strong unflappable cool guy but he only had 1 friend who tolerated him bc they were both the most insufferable #guy around and ever since he died he’s been annoying hapless teenagers who cant do anything about his obnoxious presence and thats his #whole social life. #toji is a badass action hero who also in his head has the Action Man backstory of yes i may have been a shitty deadbeat dad… but i did it… #to Protect My Family😤 but his legacy is that megumi doesn’t remember or think about his and when he does its ‘oh yea that loser’ and also #as previously mentioned his only employable skill is Can Cut Down Big Monsters; Fast and he looks like he uses dish soap on his hair #sukuna would be the closest to the idealized hot powerful guy image at least if ur a monsterfucker which i know many of us in the lgbt #community are. but he’s also an apocalyptic maneating entity who’s tied to the whims of a chaotically good teenager who would eat an entire #jar of mayo on a dare and summon him to ask for an opinion on his new hair dye. #which is both a hysterical premise that should be used more in fanart/fic for comedy AND profoundly pathetic on his part. #only exception to all this is nanami but thats bc he is textually canonically there to offset the swagless vibes of the main adult cast esp #gojo with his dignified huge dick energy. #to be clear i dont profoundly care about any of this like i think its funny im not mad about it . but as a known pathetic guy desirer i had #to say my piece #personal #jjk

[sindumpster]

Say It With Me

[ReaderXJake Drabble]

CW: mass vore and overstuffing, implied digestion/fatal, indigestion, minor belching, lots of teasing, and a fat dragon

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You smirk as you rest atop the dragon’s massively bloated midsection. Your eyes glide momentarily to the carnage around you. What was previously was a busy buffet is in complete disarray. All the buffet tables are empty, effectively cleaned out; some have been ripped out and destroyed. And there’s a distinct lack of people. The place was thronging with customers when you arrived, but now they’re gone.

Well, technically they’re still here, you muse, and smack the side of Jake’s towering gut. The view from up here is quite nice actually. You can nearly reach the ceiling if you stood, and you have a nice front row seat to the dragon’s digestive misery, far from his reach. Not that you think he’d try, from the way he groans, and his stomach churns and whines in pain beneath you. A loud, long, gurgling belch only adds credence to your suspicions.

“You know…” You lean forwards to face him. “I’d hate to tell you I told you so, but~” You smack the side of the dragon’s gut again. Harder this time. The massive tanks rumbles its complaints beneath you, and the glutton groans.

“Ughh…shuddup…” He grimaces, not appreciating the rough treatment. “Dun do that...”

“Or what?” Your smirk widens. “You’ll eat me? Add me to all this?” You pat the gurgling dome. “Reach me from all the way down there? Fat chance~”

It’s hard to say if he catches your clever little pun. He groans all the same. “Ughh...whatever...” He brings his hands to his face. Even he knows he can’t win. “Jus’...help me, alright?”

“I dunno...” Admittedly, you’re tempted to give him what he wants. To sink your hands into his rumbling belly. Feel it churn under your hands as you massage it, helping his overtaxed stomach digest his ridiculous feast. But then again, you have a rare opportunity to milk the situation. To tease him. Relentlessly. Without repercussion. “I think I might need some magic words~”

You’re grinning now. For whatever reason, Jake hates polite words. Much less asking for anything, or showing gratitude, when he can just take it. ‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ are usually far outside his repertoire.

And yet, disappointingly, he gives in immediately. “P-UoRp...please...”

You’re not surprised though. You’re clever enough to know when the dragon is down. When he’ll relinquish that control. You planned for this outcome. “Hmmm no. I don’t think that’s enough~” You snicker sadistically. “I need words, Jake. How about...‘I’m a moron’~”

Green eyes stare at you, and his brows knit it into a glare. You can see the gears in his head turning, but he says nothing.

“Go on. Say it.” You coax. Your finger mindlessly draws little circles on the surface of his gut. “Just three little words.”

You don’t need to look at him, you can feel the daggers he’s staring into you.

“......I hate you...”

“Oooh, so close! You got three words down,” your voice oozes with smugness as you coo at him. Patronizing him like the misbehaving toddler he is. “Come on. Let’s try that again~”

You can see the confliction on his face. Oh, the dilemma he must be having! The poor, poor (not so) little egotist, having to admit to a personal flaw. That he, once again, did something rash. And stupid. Oh the indignity!

Yet again, he says nothing. But you can sense him wavering. Only one more strike, and this petty victory will be yours.

“Here, I’ll help~” You face the overstuffed dragon once more, grinning.

“Say it with me…”

#mass vore #belly #stuffing #indigestion #fat #burping #belching #monster boy #drabble #story #short #fic #reader x oc #reader x #Jake #doodles #//literature is a form of art so it gets the art tag too #//no I did not need to make it so melodramatic but it is funny #//but mostly it exists because I do not have the time/energy to draw a mass vore sequence/dialogue so #//STORYTIME INSTEAD KIDS GATHER ROUND

[lewishamiltonstuff]

That was soooo gooodddd 😁😁

Lewis Hamilton Archives pt 5

#lewis hamilton #formula 1 #f1 #formula one #lewis #lh44 #team lh44 #monster #monster energy #flashback fic ref #throwback #year unknown #fic ref #f1blr #mercedes amg f1 #mercedes f1 #hamilton #sir lewis hamilton #surfing #from the archives

[umlewis]

#lewis hamilton #alice powell #naomi schiff #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #not a race #2023 not a race #between japan and qatar 2023 #(note to self: monster energy event)

[billdenbrough]

BLOOD EVERYWHERE

aftg · aaron minyard centric · 10.5k, t on trauma, mirrors, and memories

Before Nicky can do more than open his mouth, Andrew says, “I’m abstaining from violence.” Nicky closes his mouth and looks at him. Andrew smiles, almost as guileless as when he’d been on his meds, and spreads his hands. “Joan of Exy’s convinced me.” Aaron snorts. That seems to wake Kevin up, and gets him back on track. “Andrew’s not involved,” he tells Nicky impatiently. “Between Aaron and Neil.” “Why are Aaron and Neil fighting?” Nicky wants to know. “They’re not,” Kevin says at the same time that Neil says, “He’s jealous of my superior relationship,” and Aaron says, “Have you met him?”

read on ao3

#aftg #aaron minyard #aftg fic #neil josten #kevin day #andrew minyard #nicky hemmick #renee walker #this fic is about a lot of things and also nothing lol. mostly it's aaron thinking about his starring moment in trk #copious amounts of aaron thinking about all the other monsters bc i know what i'm about #this also means it comes with all the general TWs expected for discussions of aaron's life and That Scene in trk #[clenches fist] i love aaron minyard i love the twins and their relationship i love the monsters i love the FOXES #anyway this is from february i just had a bad sitch yesterday and am expelling the energy by finally posting things here lmao #this fic is like. monsters hanging out debating something silly and also aaron has trauma and runaway thoughts #u know. [tumblr vc] justgirlythings #all for the game #jane writes sometimes #jane fic links #aaron spends like 1k just thinking about andreil's relationship lmao that's so embarrassing. loser

[khaleesiofalicante]

gimme a hint just a tiny hint on what you're upto pls pls PLESE

“I would if I can find another job that pays me just as much,” Alec reminds her bitterly. “Maybe I should just start looking.”

“Yeah,” Izzy hums into her cocktail. “Why haven’t you?”

“I’ve been busy,” Alec replies. 

Izzy raises an eyebrow. “Doing what?”

Alec, like the idiot he is, coughs.

Izzy gasps softly. “Doing who?”

“Izzy,” Alec hisses. “It’s nothing.”

“Alec,” Izzy pushes away her empty glass and puts a hand on his shoulder, her words already slurring. “As your only sister, I have the legal right to know what you and your dick have been up to.”

“Um,” Alec says. “I don’t think that’s true.”

“Tell meeeee,” Izzy squeezes his cheeks and then grins slyly. “I know you want to.”

“Fine,” Alec relents. He has never been strong enough to resist her. “But I’ll have you know, this is all Jace’s fault.”

“Always is, brother,” Izzy nods sagely. 

#everyone say thank you to lewis and monster energy because i am writing a fic with no outline and no nothing #LIKE I HAVE NO IDEA WHERE THIS STORY IS GOING #BUT I AM HIGH ON A ENERGY DRINK SO LET'S GO

[glorious-spoon]

buddie apocalypse au where buck, traveling the wastelands in search of his sister, comes across what would be a great place to hole up and hide out from zombies or aliens or roving bands of heavily-armed zealots or whatever, except that it turns out there's this kid already hiding out there, and he's like 11 but the place is booby-trapped all to hell (it looks like it was all done by somebody with a much more extensive knowledge of munitions than an 11 year old is likely to have, but what does buck know). he barricades himself in one of the rooms and won't talk to buck at first, but after a few days of fighting off zombies together, buck finally gets a little bit of tentative trust from him.

his name is christopher.

he's been here for a week.

his dad went out for supplies and he was supposed to be back 6 days ago. and like, buck doesn't say anything, but he can tell that chris knows the odds there aren't good. the shelter is compromised and supplies are running low. they can't stay here.

so now, of course, buck is traversing the wasteland looking for his sister with an 11 year old in tow, because in no timeline ever would he leave this kid behind.

meanwhile, eddie diaz finally fights his way out of the clutches of whatever mad max hellhole he's been trapped in only to find his safehouse empty and his son gone

#and then they meet and fall in love after eddie maybe threatens to kill him a little i'm not a MONSTER #buddie #things i don't have the energy to write as fic get dumped on tumblr #i might write this one eventually though

[chlorinewriter]

Tagged by @erinyra for the fanfiction writer bingo! I haven't done anything like this in ages, but thanks for tagging me! It's fun to think about (and to read through your tags). Tagging @ditttiii and @giurochedadomani in case either of you'd like to participate ^^ Clean template can be found here.

#I was on ff.net for official fanfic sites before Ao3 #although I was writing/posting fic on forums before then #roleplayed on those same sites #sometimes I miss written RP :/ #I research while writing but almost never before #and I do it oh so grudgingly #pleasepleaseplease give me feedback I'm like a starving waif waiting for coin and/or cheese & bread donations when I post #*kicks my 7 million unfinished stories under a rug* #have not done it often but writing buzzed is a nice vibe for certain scenes #also I almost chose wanted to be a professional writer #but technically I want to be a PHd #which will involve a lot of writing #but I guess isn't the same thing #and as for this writing I just want to indulge #myself and others lol #with a Monster energy drink but no thanks on tea or coffee

[howdoyousleep3]

Ma’am!

I hope you are doing well! I’m super excited for your kinktober, queen! Question for you-

We ever fucked a monster up in here?

If you’d be so kind as to indulge my ramblings:

Marine Biologist Steve + Investigative journalist Bucky. It’s all a bit hazy but Bucky is sent to look into an urban legend (Nat is his editor and I feel like she’s fucking with him?). Steve is one fine ass man who’s passionate about saving the ocean and respecting all its creatures. Something happens in the middle of the night and Bucky doesn’t know if it was real or a dream but he’s sore in a very delicious way. Basically Steve is a man who can transform into some kind of giant sea monster and there is TENTACLE FUCKING. Like Bucky is sucking on a tentacle and also being fucked by one? IDK BUT 🐙🔞🫦

Thank you for reading! Love you and hope you have a great day!

Thank you, sugarbug! I'm so excited too!

Ahhhhh, monster fucking! Tentacles! Why didn't I include it in Kinktober??

😵‍💫😮‍💨 This story ideaaaaaaa, babe! This is to die for, this is delicious. I need this big respectful-of-all-things-ocean daddy man to be part of the ocean himself. I need him to take one look at this stunning journalist he's been assigned to help and have to keep that inner monster on lock, need to shove those urges down until the sun sets. The thought of Bucky suckling on a tentacle in his sleep?? And waking up to being caressed all over?? The thought of Steve's low low rumble of satisfaction when Bucky spreads his thighs apart with a moan when he rouses??

My goodness.

@slothspaghettiwrites bestiiiiiiiie this seems like it's right up your alley, this is all you, yes?

Lub you lots too!! I hope you have a great day. 🥰

#askK #monster fic #idk how to tag monster fucking lol #delicious nonnie this energy i love it

[bugginbeetlew]

fanfic commissions r great actually

#many ppl do fan art commissions. why shouldn’t fanfic commissions exist as well #i don’t think paying someone to write a personalized fic is ‘hiding fanfic behind a paywall’ #n if u rlly wanna talk about fanfics being a product you should rlly criticize fanfics turned poorly written published books #like. i feel like that’s a bigger harm. not a few people wanting $20 to write ur uber specific scenario w/ XYZ #and not everyone WANTS to write. but they wanna read. so they decide to support small fic writers #btw. the ppl doing fic commissions aren’t drowning in riches. at most they just have spending money after paying their bills #n yea sorry u feel excluded but commissions on fan work have always existed #no clur why fanfic writers get shit on for doing stuff that cosplayers n artists have done for years #idk i’m on like 2% energy n ao3 dickriders are bonkers. like i use ao3 too. they’re okay! steven gettinng paid $20 to write a 10k fic about #egg laying isn’t the monster u think he is! #rigby.txt

[darknetneopets]

FUCK I miss rping,,,,, why must I be cursed with anxieties ,,,

#hhhhhhhhnnng #I could satisfy it in part by writing fics but the manic energy of improving with others is just special #*improvising #monster goes nyan

[thecurse2023]

You know what, you’re so right. He does look pissed. I was mostly focusing on his hands and the movement of it if I’m honest lol. How do you think their story line is gonna progress/regress since this is the last season? Do you think there will be more moments with them than usual? I’m just curious to know your perditions for the season as well!!! Hope you’re having a great day !!!

right!!! i actually didnt even put much thought into how his hand literally slides up kendall's back im going even more insnae now. if thats even possible. honestly theres so many things i Want to happen and at this point i dont even know what i can truly expect bc the last thing i ever expected was a kenstew hug. in the TRAILER. i know im tumblr user tomgregs but theyre my number 3 ship after togan of course so honestly...can u blame me for hoping we're gonna see genuine fucking feelings between stewy and kendall !!! he PLAYS the FRIEND CARD and they TALK LIKE HUMANS <3 and ken confesses and cries in front of him and its this whole thing that evolves in its own way and if that really is the route the show ends up taking im terrified. i have some more thoughts that i might post abt later if i can find the words and i feel like this is solely what everyones gathering from their scenes in the trailer. but we need it havent we been thru enough </3 if we wanna talk abt the Bad ending with them then maybe kendall's confession ends up being a horrible idea and the friend card expired forever ago :/ is stewy as bad as the rest of them is the real question (not to me. not if its stewy)

#and thank uuuu i am having such an eventful day its been a blast i hope ur doing swell <333 #also disclaimer this is a pretty lame take from me #i just dont have the energy to say more bc that will get me on a tangent #but ill either go into depth abt it on here or write a fic abt it so i can fight off the monster the trailer has created

[umlewis]

📷 @.mewanw7 / instagram

#lewis hamilton #f1 #formula 1 #fic ref #fic ref 2023 #not a race #2023 not a race #between japan and qatar 2023 #(note to self: at flat 12 cafe in uae for monster energy event)