#so of course he found out about Moshang

[tcfactory]

Please consider: Liu Qingge and Shen Qingqiu role-swap

[LiuJiu, 2300 words]

After the fire, Shen Jiu doesn't sit around, he's aiming straight for Cang Qiong. Wu Yanzi tempts him, but if he is to ever find out what happened to Qi-ge then he can't play around with rogue cultivators, so he ditches the man before Wu Yanzi could take him as a disciple.

He arrives to the sect at a year when they are not doing the disciple selection - the women at the Warm Red Pavilion say it's because the Sect Leader is busy monitoring his cursed head disciple and if the Sect Leader doesn't take part then the rest of the sect has to wait too - but he's tipped off that Bai Zhan is always open to those who are determined enough to climb the mountain and demand admittance.

So that's exactly what he does. The Peak Lord sets him against one of his junior disciples and tells him there are no rules, if he can beat them he's in. It's a test he's not supposed to win, to see his determination and his reaction to failure, as a malnourished slave boy should be no match to someone in good health who has two years of training under his belt. But Shen Jiu doesn't know this, he has come too far to give up now and unlike the scrappy, but well-fed farmer's son he's set up against, he fights dirty.

He sets the basis of his future nickname - The Rabid Wolf of Bai Zhan - that day when he claws the boy's eye out and forces him to yield. His rise among the disciples is almost as meteoric as Yue Qi's and people are on the lookout for when the upstart slave boy will plummet back to the earth, but he never does. When the year is up and the sect is abuzz that Lingxi caves are finally opening again because they are letting the cursed disciple out, he's there in the front row among the curious onlookers and throws himself in his Qi-ge's arms as soon as the other boy steps foot into the light again.

Shen Qingqiu grows up tall and willowy and unpredictable, an unconventional physical cultivator that bends with the wind, but never breaks. With Yue Qingyuan's support as an unshakeable mountain behind his back, he is untouchable. He never bothers to hide what he is, not his scars or his sharp edges or the slave brand burned into the meat of his shoulder, often bared to the world by his choice of outfit; he stands as testament that even the lowest wretches can claw their way up to stand among giants.

Liu Mingqu yields to his rich family and allows himself to be enrolled into Qing Jing. He is not as suited for spiritual cultivation and he has no head for arts, but he is still a prodigy and a really hard working one at that. He learns all there is to learn for a scholar and doesn't rest until he perfects them all - music, calligraphy, painting, poetry - and even if he's ever uninspired about pursuing them, the Peerless Beauty of Qing Jing is a competent teacher who stands head and shoulders over his peers. He masters his temper and his manners and takes to hiding his face behind a fan or sometimes a veil like his sister to discourage people from staring at him.

Their roles may be different, but their nature remains the same. Shen Jiu has always been more clever than he was strong and nothing changed about that now that he's essentially a spiritual cultivator playing at star athlete. He plants a bamboo forest on his mountain - for meditation and ambush practice, he says, but everyone knows he just needed a bubble of calm for himself in the endless war zone of Bai Zhan - and mercilessly beats any disciple who dares to damage the forest. In the serene calm of his little house he hoards books and maps and all the culture he can get his calloused hands on, always thirsty to know more, an endless pit his Qi-ge happily pours obscure knowledge into. He uses the standing feud between Bai Zhan and Qing Jing to spy on them, learn their cultivation methods by sight and listen to the senior disciples do ad hoc concerts, so he can practice music in the brothel or under a silencing array just behind his house.

It's during one of these trips when he discovers Liu Qingge behind the Qing Jing Peak Lord's manor, restlessly shuffling through the steps of a formal dance. Liu Qingge yearns to move, he yearns for the exertion of his wild youth, but there are only so many acceptable options for a scholar and as a cultivator he can't channel his restlessness into hunting or horse riding. That leaves dancing, but Liu Qingge is not a creative person. He sticks to the dances he half-remembers learning as a rich young master and maybe asks his sister for some more, but that's where his resourcefulness runs out on this venture.

Shen Qingqiu watches him go through the steps of the same dozen dances, swap to a few rounds of sword forms - perfectly executed and ethereal, an immortal beauty that earthbound Shen Qingqiu will never be able to replicate - and then swap back to the dances, increasingly frustrated and restless.

"If Peak Lord Qingge wants to learn some better dances, this shidi can introduce you to someone." Liu Qingge startles and almost turns him into a pincushion with a barrage of bamboo leaves.

"What do you want?!" They are secure in their respective positions, but they still don't like each other.

"Peace, shixiong. I'm just looking out for the sect. How would it reflect on me if I let my fellow Peak Lord work himself into a qi deviation and didn't step in?" Shen Qingqiu shrugs and smiles with an easy, predatory grace that makes Liu Qingge wish he had fangs to match the Wolf of Bai Zhan, but there's no malice in the offer. "Come now, shixiong. There's nobody else here. We don't need to do this stupid game of social posturing. Tell you what, as a sign of my goodwill I'm going to teach you a meditation technique to calm your qi after exercise, free of charge."

Almost everything with Shen Qingqiu is a transaction, so Liu Qingge knows better than to pass up the chance to get something from his shidi for free - and the meditation does help settle his roiling qi.

"What do you want in return, then?" It's almost terrifying how intensely Shen Qingqiu's eyes light up.

"That trick with the leaves - teach me how to do it."

Liu Qingge doesn't bother to point out that it's a spiritual technique. It's an unspoken secret that they would be better suited to each other's cultivation styles than that of their own peaks. Shen Qingqiu has a storm of razor sharp leaves dancing in the air before Liu Qingge is even done explaining.

He almost regrets agreeing when Shen Qingqiu takes him down to the brothel, but the women his shidi introduces him to are truly masters of dance - they were stars of an imperial dance troupe before their owner was executed for offending the Emperor and they were sold to the brothel. They take him to the back and teach him dances he could never have imagined, dances that make his heart soar and his blood rush hot in his veins, while Shen Qingqiu lightly dozes among the women in the main reception area, his very presence frightening all but the most unruly patrons into behaving.

Liu Qingge is an honest man and he knows, deep down, that he got much more out of this exchange than his shidi. He’s on the lookout to see how he could repay him, but Shen Qingqiu seems to want for nothing. What he can’t get on his own Yue Qingyuan gifts to him, doting relentlessly on his sharp-edged little brother. So when he hears that Shen Qingqiu is to set out to assist in a night hunt against a particularly dangerous demonic beast that made its way over the to the far shore of the sea, he hops to the opportunity to compile a scroll of all the unspoken rules and etiquette of the island, as well as a short history on the ninja clan that asked for their aid. It’s all information that Shen Qingqiu has no way of learning otherwise, but should ease his time on the hunt.

When he can’t find Shen Qingqiu at the bamboo house he goes looking for him and that’s when he finds the silencing array, that’s when he sees his shidi sitting with his guqin in a clearing, composing music. Liu Qingge’s mouth goes dry, his heart skips a beat - his shidi is like a vision from the heavens and for the first time since he started this scholarly lifestyle, Liu Qingge wants to paint. He wants to etch this scene in his heart and condense it into a poem.

He slinks away before his shidi can notice him and leaves the scroll in the bamboo house. In the three years Shen Qingqiu is gone, hunting that elusive monster that decimates one village after another, he becomes a man possessed - or more accurately, a tender hearted young maiden yearning for her first love. He paints picture after picture, sometimes of a wolf stalking among the bamboo, sometimes of Qingqiu with his guqin as the scene lives in his memory. Rarely he paints his shidi stretched out on a couch in the brothel, languid with feigned sleep and one eye opened a crack as he vigilantly watches over his sisters - he gifts one of those to the brothel, much to the ladies’ delight. He starts writing poetry, yearning, horrible poetry his sister mocks relentlessly, but slowly he finds his words and his latest attempts are almost good. He is the first to hound Zhangmen-shixiong for news on Shen shidi and learns every word of every letter by heart, no matter how short or impersonal the progress reports are.

Liu Qingge knows that his martial siblings are not blind to his obsession - he has caught Shang shidi muttering “bro, really?!” under his breath more than once. He’s not familiar with the expression, but he can understand the sentiment. Yue Qingyuan watches him with patient exasperation, but he knows that the man doesn’t disapprove from the mild comment about how Shen Jiu will need a new ceremonial robe for his return celebration because his old one is ten years out of fashion.

Embroidery is, technically, within the skill set of the Qing Jing Peak Lord. He hounds An Ding until someone supplies him with Shen Qingqiu’s measurements and the finest materials he can bully Shang shidi into acquiring - “That’s the same stuff demon royalty wears, try not to waste it, my contact had to go through the royal seamstress of the northern kingdom to get it in that color.” - and sets to work. Bai Zhan’s color is steel blue, but that never fit his shidi, so he picks greens instead to match his striking green eyes. He creates a design that accentuates the deceptive slimness of Qingqiu, then embroiders the robes with bamboo patterns and a wolf on the hunt and when they are done he crafts a matching fan - Shen shidi hides from nothing and nobody, but Liu Qingge thinks he might enjoy being a little mysterious.

He is daydreaming about his shidi during the next Peak Lord meeting when the Sect Leader breaks the news: the beast has finally been slain and Shen Qingqiu will be on the next ship back home. Liu Qingge stays barely long enough to not be impolite at the end of the meeting before he rushes off to finish the last touches on the robes. He wants to leave it all set out for his shidi in the bamboo house.

In his haste he misses the look Shang Qinghua and Yue Qingyuan exchange behind his back.

“So, about those arrangements we made…”

“Yes, please. Let’s get Xiao Jiu home before Liu-shidi pines himself into a qi deviation.”

“Yeah, he’s down bad isn’t he?”

“Are you certain your prince doesn’t mind? If you are in any danger, shidi…”

“No! It’s fine, I’m fine, he already agreed to it! In fact, my Xuebao likes your brother so much I’m almost a little jealous.”

“Really now?”

“Zhangmen-shixiong, please stop looking like you are plotting murder. It’s not like that. As the Mobei prince, he really doesn’t have a lot of friends. Of course he misses A-Jiu.”

“If you say so, shidi.”

Liu Qingge is all jitters when he walks down the path to the bamboo house. He can’t understand why because Shen Qingiu won’t be back for months, but he still feels like a maiden on her way to ask out her love on the first date.

He almost drops the package with the robes when he opens the door and finds Shen Qingqiu standing there in the sunlit room. His shidi is too solid, too real to be an apparition, his clothes worn from travel, his heavy pack still unpacked by the table. He stands with a letter in one hand - Qingge recognizes his sister’s wobbly, childish handwriting - and with Qingge’s notebook in which he wrote all his stumbling, horrible poetry in the other and Liu Qingge wishes nothing more than for the ground to open up and swallow him whole.

“Are those my new robes?” Shen Qingqiu asks, as if they have only met this morning, as if that was a reasonable thing to ask when Qingge’s heart is about to explode from nerves. He can only mutely nod at his shidi. “You know shixiong, I can see that you have put enormous effort into courting me. I would have loved it if it happened when I was here to experience it.”

Shen Qingqiu sets the notebook and the letter down and stalks up to Liu Qingge, his eyes sharp with an emotion he can’t interpret, but it makes Liu Qingge want to bare his throat to his teeth and be devoured.

“So, Liu-shixiong. Are you going to help me try on my new robes?”

#svsss #liu qingge #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #liujiu #tc writes #I'm tempted to draw something for this ngl #not putting this under readmore bc there was no good spot to cut it and it doesn't feel that long... #LQG going 0 to 100 in love like the nerd he is #Bai Zhan SQQ takes a more direct approach to protecting the sect #so of course he found out about Moshang #and beat Mobei's ass when they were still teens for treating hamster-shidi too rough so he got promoted to best friend status #that's just enough context for airplane to remember what he wrote about violent demon bonding #and clean up that no humans don't find physical violence directed at them sexy #mobei is a security risk to the sect but a calculated one #no other sect has a way to go to japan and back in five minutes so he can live for now #they are still pretty young here btw #Mingyuan is just old enough to write #she's old enough to bully her big brother for being a really bad poet though #tough crowd

[ineffectualdemon]

The thing about Moshang is because his actions look like abuse to humans Mobei looks awful. Because we mostly see from Airplane and Shen Qingqiu's viewpoint

But from Mobei's viewpoint he's being gentle

He's being thoughtful and restrained even when he should distrust Shang Qinghua at the inn after they first meet. From his point of view he's vulnerable and gentle with this stranger who:

1. Is a Human Cultivator- something he has no reason to be such things with and every reason to have fear of

2. Has kidnapped him- something that has happened to him before under much less nice circumstances

And yeah he leashes him and is demanding and spoiled like a prince would be and is rough....

But he doesn't really hurt him badly. He doesn't beat him and more crucially doesn't kill him

From Mobei's pov he's being extremely vulnerable and soft and almost demure and helpless seeming in front of someone who could hurt him very much. Who he knows could have, and probably should have, killed him

Someone he knows he himself should have killed when he killed the others

But he let him live and this human cultivatior risked himself to save him

From a demon culture standpoint this is a tender nursing an injured stranger back to health and slowly falling in love tale

And then the human just left

After Mobei trusted him! Was soft with him!

Ok so he was found by his sect and led them away from Mobei

That's also romantic and heroic

And he keeps letting Mobei be vulnerable around him. Sleeping on his bed, sharing his space unguarded

And Shang Qinghua keeps protecting their shared space

So of course he starts courting him by beating him three times a day! How else is supposed to show the depths of his affections

But while Shang Qinghua keeps sharing his space and seeking him out and staring with him naked attraction he never responds to the courting. Always putting space between them by calling himself a servant. It's a painful hot and cold of playing with his emotions that's gotta be extermely painful.

Like a guy who flirts with you unless his friends are around

Mobei Jun doesn't know whether he's coming or going

So while from a human prospective Mobei was cruel and abusive from a demon perspective Shang Qinghua has been stringing along Mobei since they were teenagers

The miscommunication of cultural differences and both of them hurting each other while trying to show their devotion in their own way is really remarkable

#svsss #shang qinghua #mobei jun #moshang

[vodkassassin]

In the Moshang Wing!AU, what are the other peak lords reactions to SQH's wings? How are they revealed? (Will it be a dramatic reveal, eg. Rescuing his disciples or protecting non-cultivators from demons?) What are other people's reactions? I both want and don't want to know the OPM's reaction to SQH's wings. Creep.

Are you giving him red-crowned crane wings like @mediumsizedpidegon suggested, or are you sticking to the typical angelic white?

Every time I get an ask about Wings!Moshang AU I go feral and come out the other end with so many muse for this 😫is it a curse

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When head disciple Shang Qinghua is reported missing, there are no alarms raised on Cang Qiong Mountains.

After all, is there any point? He has gone missing before. The first time was before he was ever even an inner disciple of An Ding. It’s a pattern, it’s a habit — it’s become a characteristic of his.

In the beginning, of course there had been worry, concern, scolding. However, as the years climbed onward, one truth became apparent to everyone, and it was this; if Shang Qinghua was missing, he would not be found.

Each and every time, no matter how long it takes, he always comes crawling back on his own.

No amount of search parties dispatched would would ever find a single clue as to his whereabouts. After a decade of failures, they just stopped trying.

Perhaps such a circumstance might make some suspicious. Spies amongst the sects are not unheard of, after all, and Shang Qinghua’s regular disappearing acts would go hand in hand with such a position.

Yes, the idea was brought up more than once in some meeting or other, though in the end nothing much was done about it. This was because they could all eventually agree on one thing — that Shang Qinghua did not have the temperament of being a spy.

He is a people pleaser. The type of disciple that would scramble with desperation the second he got it in his head that something might be expected of him. That didn’t change much after he became a head disciple, which might make some sneer at him, but to others it was almost endearing.

Someone like that would not have the ability to even encounter the thought of turning coat to serve another side.

And so Shang Qinghua was left to his devices, disappearing from the sect and then reappearing later with barely anyone batting an eye beyond some frustration of certain forms and reports being left untouched in his absence. Deadlines did have to be kept, after all, no matter the strange habit.

Which is why no one questions it when Shang Qinghua missed a head disciple meeting. He’s missed them before, and it had only been three days since he was last seen on his peak. He’s never been gone for more than a week. With no important matters being discussed, anything that might concern him was simply pushed to the next meeting and this one concluded without him. Business continued as normal within the mountain sect.

It was his subsequence absence at said next meeting that finally managed to raise a few eyebrows.

Head disciple meetings are a biweekly affair, wherein all twelve head disciples gathered to discuss the running of the different peaks and talk business. They are preliminary meetings to the peak lord meetings that they will be conducting in the future, once the current peak lords ascend.

For Shang Qinghua to miss not only one, but two of such meetings, with no report of him being seen anywhere in the sect between them, is to say that Shang Qinghua has been missing for over two weeks. Twice as long as he has ever been gone before.

The subject of the second meeting leaned more toward discussing the possible whereabouts of the head disciple of their fourth peak rather than anything else. The debate was inconclusive, and the meeting adjourned with more questions than answers.

After all, when Shang Qinghua has disappeared, he cannot be found until he choses to return.

The pressure of being a head disciple, it was theorized, must be getting to him. Running away to escape the demands of the position, even for a little bit, is nothing to frown at. Sometimes we all need room to breathe.

And, in the end, no matter how long he is gone, he always returns.

This time he is gone for longer, but nothing is done. He is their brother, they say, and they have to trust that he will come back as he always has.

Another week goes by with no sign of the missing head disciple. It’s here that worry finally begins to get the better of them. Was their trust misplaced after all? Did something… truly happen, this time?

Or, was something happening each time, every time he was gone, and he never told anyone, and none of them ever noticed?

They can do nothing but make guesses. It’s a powerless feeling. They are disciples of a powerful cultivation section, but not even their search talismans are working. Which has always happened when someone tries to find Shang Qinghua after he’s disappeared, but it’s nonetheless disheartening that it still doesn’t work now, when something might honestly be wrong.

They go to their peak lords, who lend hand in the search. Just as before, though, there are no results. Shang Qinghua cannot be found, and it would be damn impressive if it wasn’t so worrying.

They can only wait.

It’s a few days before the third biweekly meeting that Shang Qinghua finally does crawl his way back to the sect.

The reason for his disappearance this time not a single one of them could have ever guessed correctly even if they’d been given hints. It’s something that would have never occurred to them even at their most imaginative.

After all, this is Shang Qinghua they’re talking about. Small, cowardly, somewhat reliable but not exactly trustworthy, never the strongest. Out of every cultivator in China, he’s the last one anyone would have thought this could happen to.

His return is abrupt and with no little drama. He appears directly in Mu Qingfang’s hospital office, the torn remnants of a teleportation talisman clutched in bloodied fists. He’s curled in on himself, robes as red as his hands and clearly injured. There’s blood all over him, coating his limbs and his face, even his—

— wings.

My Qingfang gapes. Unprofessionally, it takes him far too many lengthy moments to gather himself together, and when the implications of what’s happened finally hit him, the head disciple of the medical peak goes deathly pale.

This brother of his, this small and shy and flighty shixiong. This seemingly subpar cultivator whose faithfulness to the righteous path and their own sect has been ruthlessly questioned by even himself like the rest of their martial sibling again and again.

He’s grown wings. He’s been gone for three and a half weeks and in that time he has grown wings.

Mu Qingfang scrambles to kneel next to his shixiong, hands raised but not touching Shang Qinghua’s huddled form. He can see that he is trembling from the pain, and it is no wonder — three weeks; his blood congealing and already dried in places. His face beneath the red is paler than a ghost.

The — wings, are tucked in tightly against his back, and they twitch and spasm with his pain and discomfort. They’re unkempt and dirty and shivering. Mu Qingfang can’t even see what color they are beneath the grime.

Goosebumps prickle at Mu Qingfang’s skin, raising the hairs on the back of his neck as he stares at the wings, then at his unresponsive shixiong. He finally places a hand on Shang Qinghua’s shoulder, and Shang Qinghua flinches away from him.

Mu Qingfang swallows. He lunges up from the floor and shouts for his aids, his peak lord, anyone.

Three weeks. Missing. Presumably alone the entire time.

Wings.

He’s be surprised if Shang Qinghua managed to keep his sanity, after all this.

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As for the other questions… you’ll have to wait and see :3

Moshang Wings AU:

MBJ’s initial reaction, wings AU origin post, MBJ’s full reaction (in progress), SQH wing fanart, vodka’s SQH wing art…

#shang qinghua #vodkassassin fanfiction #moshang #thatmadpyrochesire #Moshang wings!AU #svsss

[ghostclowning]

OK BUT WHAT ABOUT THE OBLIGATORY "my big gay demon boyfriend turned into a child :0" ARC FOR MOSHANG like come on. Hua Cheng did it. Lo Binghe did it. Every self-respecting demon must go through it. *snaps fingers* Let's fucking go

Of course Mobei wasn't too happy about becoming weak and unable to defend Qinghua. He even feared that if this continues for too long, Qinghua will just leave him as he becomes useless. And so, he tried to hide in his room, but sneaky Qinghua found out anyway.

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Shang Qinghua would probably not even recognize Mobei at once bc he became so cute and squishable and tiny and holdable. First Mobei would try to tell Qinghua to get out and leave him alone but Qinghua wouldn't be able to not give smallbei a headpat once and that's it. Mobei-jun can't resist anymore. He needs to be with Qinghua, even if it exposes his weakness now. Screw the pride or the chance that Qinghua will leave...the childish part of Mobei has reawakened in this body, and it demanded to be close with Qinghua as if it was vital. Meanwhile the way smallbei leans in for Qinghua's hand would just break his heart. He literally gave Mobei a childhood trauma and now the said child stood before him, making him realize what a terrible person he is. He can't help but hug his king, who doesn't seem to really object that much, but frowns in a funny way. "Qinghua, let go!" He tries to sound intimidating, but with this childish voice, really? Qinghua only laughs. "My king, I'm afraid there's nothing you can do now to stop me."

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Mobei wouldn't stop following him around, even though it probably would be safer if he stayed in his room until he becomes normal. Which is why Qinghua has to stay in his room too.

"My king, no one should find out you're vulnerable now. And I have things to do."

"...Say that again."

"My king..."

"That's it."

Although Shang Qinghua wants to laugh at the sight of these puffed up cheeks, he can't argue. Well, if the king says he has a day off, who is he to disobey?

*

He wonders why smallbei clings to him so much, but finds it cute. Mobei knows that Shang Qinghua probably won't be of big help in case of attack, but he just feels the safest with him.

*

Shang Qinghua was dead sure he'll have to pay for this when his king returns to normal state, but he can't refrain from squishing and cuddling with smallbei bc he's just too cute. He knows it's the same Mobei, just that his body changed a little ("a little"), but that only makes him want to cuddle more. He even falls asleep still hugging his king.

When he wakes up, he sees normal Mobei sit near him.

"Qinghua."

"My king...glad to see you in proper state and good health, hehe," Qinghua chuckles nervously. "I hope you're not holding a grudge on me for my...excessive affection?"

"You will pay."

With that being said, Mobei locks him in a tight hug and doesn't let go. Qinghua almost gets scared at first, but then bursts out laughing once he realizes what's happening.

"My king, let go!"

"There's nothing you can do now to make me."

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"...I thought you will leave. You didn't."

"My king, I would never. Especially when you're like that! How could I leave you?"

"I was weak."

"My king, compared to your normal state, I'm weak all the time."

"You don't need to be strong. I am. But back then, I wasn't."

"And I'm not a princess who needs a saviour. My king, I'm here now not because of your strength. And I am more than ready to be the strong one when you can't be."

Mobei says nothing and tucks his face in Qinghua's shoulder.

#svsss #moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #scum villain more like scum writer(me) #i am normal about them i swear

[forgottenvice]

Feathers in a storm

Finally my Fic for the Moshang Events Big Bang 2023 Take a read if you're so inclined

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The sharp cry startled Shang Qinghua, warning him of the oncoming onslaught. He'd been trying to look inconspicuous but it didn't matter, the white crows descended upon him. He tried to ignore the incessant squawking by staying perfectly still but as more of the foul beasts joined the flock he was forced to flee.

Whoever decided that a group of crows was to be dubbed a murder must have been well acquainted with their enmity. Having to endure the amassing harassment forced Shang Qinghua to give up his perch, taking to the air with just enough of a headstart to avoid a chase.

He chose a path letting out his own screech of discontent, since the beginning of his short tenure in the north the native snow crows had taken quite personal offence to his presence.

Apparently crows didn't like ravens all that much, not that Shang Qinghua was actually a raven. He was, but he also wasn't. Sure he had the feathers, the talons, the beak, but he hadn't been born with them, nor had he particularly wanted them, but he had a mission. When that mission was complete he could shed his fowl features and move on with his life.

Though ‘complete’ was feeling farther and farther away. After three days it had become clearer that his mission would not be quite as simple as he'd been led to believe.

Go to the north, spy on the crown prince.

An easy task for any talented spy, especially one in the form of a raven. Who would notice another bird flying around the palace? He'd figured he'd be practically invisible as he watched over the man. His arrival at the palace had not been quite so easy.

Shang Qinghua was used to breezy buildings with open air walkways and large paper windows. The perfect environment for spying. The Northern palace however was not so easily infiltrated.

Instead of winding walkways there was tightly packed stone, instead of paper screens, thick glass, instead of clear views there were dozens of chimneys filling the air with smoke and steam. It was as if the place was tailor made to obscure his vision and get in his way. Something made even more difficult with his lack of thumbs and his newfound inability to open doors on his own.

And then, there was the rookery.

The castle kept the ivory coloured crows to deliver their mail. They were hardier birds more suited to the northern climate than the common pigeon. Of course that made them more aggressive than the common pigeon, and by himself Shang Qinghua was a prime target. He couldn't blame them, not completely, they were just animals, and he wasn't particularly enamoured with his current state either. But it wasn't his fault and the constant shrieking and air bombardment was rather rude.

He had spent so much time dodging crows that in the three days he'd been there he'd yet to even catch a glimpse of his target. The elusive crown prince was nowhere to be found, not even on the lips of the common gossips at the river; far from the palace rookery. The dying king was all they seemed to talk about, that and his brother. A loyal man who never seemed to leave his side as his health deteriorated. The only mention of the kingdom's heir was to remark on his conspicuous absence.

The whispers stopped there, the king's illness seemed suspicious and the ruthless prince was suspect but suspecting him without proof was treason. There were rumours the man had a secret guard and had killed servants for less in the past. To the washerwomen speculation was hardly worth dying for.

A smart stance for servants to take, but it was useless for a spy like Shang Qinghua. He'd tried to follow the kitchen staff back in an attempt to gain entry after that, but had barely dodged the cook's broom.

He circled the palace for the hundredth time, finally used to letting the wind lift and guide him around the structure. He had hoped to find an advantageous location to spend his nights, the weather was worsening day by day, so there were no windows left open for him to eavesdrop on. Plus there was his own comfort to consider.

While the chimneys and smoke stacks were warm, the constant steam irritated his lungs and eyes. He'd spent the first night in a tree beyond the palace walls, but it made him feel too removed, like he was going to miss something.

He'd eventually found a rather isolated courtyard; far from the tower of crows, with a  gnarled old tree protected from the chilled wind with a comfortable perch just outside one of the palace's many windows. It wasn't a particularly useful window, but having a sightline into the darkened antechamber eased his nerves even if it was empty, as if the wing of the palace had been abandoned.

It was honestly a relief, with no one to see him he wasn't forced to pretend that he was a normal bird. What sort of things did ravens normally do? He'd never studied birds or their habits. Resting free of an audience was truly his best option. His chosen branch was even long enough for him to waddle back and forth in a manner similar to how he used to pace.

The movement helped him think, that and speaking aloud to empty air. While as a bird he couldn't exactly talk, but the chirps and chitters he let out served a similar purpose while he familiarized himself with the north and its political climate.

The prince wasn't very well liked, a tyrant in the making if the washerwoman were to be believed. He didn't seem to care for his father's illness the way his uncle did. Nobody had said it out loud but it seemed in public opinion the uncle was favoured over the actual heir to succeed the throne. While that sounded good on paper, the compassionate uncle taking the throne would cause more problems for Shang Qinghua.

He didn't want to get involved, but he didn't have nearly enough information that he could successfully report back. He'd not even caught a glimpse of the prince, if he returned with so little information he could kiss his humanity goodbye.

He'd slept fitfully, curled into a ball of feathers dreaming of a time when he had none.

The horn called loud enough to startle him from his perch, he tried to reach out and grab the branch but only had feathers where fingers should have been. He barely managed to spread both wings and break his fall. Thankfully it wasn't a particularly tall tree.

A second call sounded louder than the first and the harsh caws of the rookery greeted it.

Shang Qinghua sat in the grass, shoulders hunched wondering if he really had to check out the commotion or if he could just sleep where he'd fallen. He was still mad about waking up as a raven and didn't have any desire to get any closer to the crows.

Eventually he let out an angry caw of his own, he'd dreamt of human things, walking, writing, opening doors; truly a lovely dream, spoiled by noisy fucking crows. What were they even worked up about anyway? They had a nice warm tower to sleep in, why did they have to disturb the little comfort he'd managed to find?

Busy grumbling, the third horn blast startled him, almost as much as the first. He took to the air instinctively, eventually gaining just enough height to see the parade of hunters entering the far gate. It was a rather large retinue carrying with them all sorts of game.

He flew a bit higher before coasting downwards for a closer look, he wasn't familiar with the wildlife of the northern forests and was curious. A new group of people entering the palace meant new opportunities for him, this may have been what he was waiting for.

He pulled right as quick as he could, barely dodging the arrow as it whistled past, nicking his pinfeathers as it flew. An unflattering squawk left him as he pulled up only to see a man holding a bow and staring him down.

The man was tall, taller than most of his compatriots, holding himself with the practised ease of a hunter. Shang Qinghua would have stared longer except with the way the man slowly reached for another arrow he knew the next shot would likely not miss. It was a tactical retreat.

His wings pumped trying to get out of range as fast as possible until his thoughts caught up with his wingbeats. The hunter had been tall, well dressed with an expensive looking cloaked trimmed with fur. He had sharp features and cold eyes.

It had to be the crown prince, Mobei Jun.

He altered his trajectory, circling back behind the incoming retinue. He stayed low, landing on the far side of the stable and crept slowly up until he could peek at the incoming hunters, and most specifically, their leader.

The prince had lowered his bow once Shang Qinghua had left his line of sight, speaking to a retainer at his side. A curly haired youth, who seemed to be the only person who'd dare approach him. Most of the other hunters gave him a wide berth, even the servants who attended the caravan did so warrily, deference tempered with something else.

Fear.

"Nephew, it seems your hunt was successful." A charming voice called out and the crowd parted immediately as someone new entered the courtyard, Shang Qinghua crept closer.

The prince towered over the newcomer but his height did nothing to  overwhelm the other man's presence. He walked with impunity, dressed in embroidered velvet covered in jewels only a royal could afford. Despite the difference in height and the older man's greying locks the resemblance was unmistakable.

After days of drought Shang Qinghua was caught in a downpour. He was now witness to two thirds of the royal family, Linguang Jun, brother to the king, had left his vigil at the king's side to greet his nephew.

"Our larders will be well stocked this winter." deep lines pulled his smile tight, distaste crossing his expression as he looked at the spoils that followed the prince into the palace. This greeting was his duty, nothing more. Even from a distance Shang Qinghua could see that there was no familial love between nephew and uncle, and only the latter was willing to put up the pretence.

Mobei Jun didn't even try to hide his animosity, his brows dropped and his chin tilted up as teh other man drew closer, clearly on the defensive.

"Uncle." he stepped to the side, intent to walk past, but the other man followed his movement blocking his path. The crown prince pulled back his shoulders, emphasizing his greater stature.

"I must greet my fathe--"

"The King is dead." The sharpness of the words silenced the courtyard, only the cawing of the crows filled the silence. Everyone stopped mid motion at the news.

"He died this morning, in his bed," Linguang Jun sighed dramatically before turning his sharp eyes on Mobei Jun, "Calling out for his son." The prince flinched but the words weren't for him, not really. Several sharp gasps sounded through the crowd, the message hitting its marks.

Easily manipulated fools. Shang Qinghua could see the quirk of Linguang Jun's lips, and the way he made a very public spectacle of a very private matter, drinking in the attention. At first Mobei Jun appeared stoic, but there were signs of his deteriorating composure. The way his hands curled into fists, the bunched tension in his broad shoulders. Qinghua had no doubt that there was fury coursing under the man's skin, like a raging river below a thin layer of ice.

But to anyone not paying such close attention, they would just see cold hearted stoicism.

The courtyard had become a battlefield and it was clear that Linguang Jun was winning.

The prince took a measured breath before speaking.

"I will see the body."

"The royal embalmer has already been called, there is nothing left for you to do." Shang Qinghua's eyes narrowed. Such quick action was suspicious.

"That was not your place."

"You were not here, and with no knowledge of your return I was simply doing what needed to be done,"

There was a vein throbbing on Mobei Jun's forehead, his uncle was masterfully playing the situation to his advantage. The cautious stares and fearful whispers suddenly made sense. The uncle was far from magnanimous, he was a skilled manipulator working his way towards the throne. Laying all the groundwork to destroy his nephew's reputation.

And it seemed Mobei Jun knew it too, if his clenched jaw and obvious frustration were anything to go by.

"Thank you uncle," he didn't mean the words, they were clearly nothing but a formality. The bitter dance of politics that he'd already lost. "I will make preparations for the funeral."

Without waiting for a response he simply nodded to the servant at his side and swept off into the palace alone.

From a drought to a flood, Shang Qinghua had spent three days scrounging for information about the prince and the state of the kingdom, and in a fleeting moment he'd learned more than he knew what to do with.

He still wasn't sure if it would be of any use to him, so he returned to his tree to try and organize his thoughts. Only it appeared that his lonely courtyard was no longer as empty as it had been previously.

The darkened window was now lit, the glass opened wide to let in the morning's chill. A giant figure stalked back and forth within, moving with the repressed violence of a caged animal.

It was Mobei Jun.

Shang Qinghua watched him cross the room, then turn and cross it again, finally the figure stopped pulling something out from his pocket.

Shang Qinghua couldn't quite identify the object, but the prince stared at it intently, his knuckles paling as his grip tightened. The hand enveloping the object began to shake before the tension finally snapped and the strange object went flying out the window.  

Breath came to the prince in heavy pants, his anger slowly dissipating until he dropped into the chair at his writing desk. He looked small, and weary. But it only lasted a moment.

Within the span of a breath the slump left the man's shoulders and he composed himself, sedately grabbing a sheave of parchment and a writing quill.

Curious Shang Qinghua followed the trajectory of the object until he found it lying in the grass a short distance away.

Tilting his head back and forth he tried to figure out what it could possibly be, it looked like some sort of ivory, a horn? Perhaps a trophy from a recent hunt?

The colour was mesmerizing, shifting with the light between a dull tan and a brilliant blue. Whatever the object was it seemed valuable, and the prince had thrown it away in a fit of anger.

If he was being honest with himself he wanted to keep it, it was shiny and drew his eye. The way the colours changed appealed in a way that made him distinctly uncomfortable, like an impulse more than a choice. A distinctly avian one, making him feel like he'd lose a part of himself if he gave in to the idea. So instead he acted.  

The horn wasn't too heavy, he managed to grip it in his beak and awkwardly fly back to the window. He landed on the sill, peering into the window wondering how he could return the horn.

The room was large but sparsely furnished. There was a four post bed displayed grandly against the wall, and a writing desk sitting in front of an empty hearth.

Shang Qinghua had intended to place the object on a random surface and leave, instead he was forced to drop it with a squawk as he dodged a flying inkwell.

"Leave!" dark eyes bored into him, weighing his soul for judgement. It seemed Mobei Jun's calm demeanour hadn't quashed his fury and he'd found a new object for his ire, and that object was Shang Qinghua.

He took to the air, manoeuvring back to his perch outside the window, trilling indignantly at the treatment.

The prince approached the window and glared at him.

"Noisy." He slammed the window closed with enough force to make Shang Qinghua jump.

Rude, Shang Qinghua puffed up his feathers squawking loudly. So the prince was having a bad day, that didn't justify bullying a poor bird like him.

Noisy? Shang Qinghua shifted his weight from talon to talon. I'll show him noisy!

He began pacing along the branch, too angry to appreciate the irony of his actions. Every so often he'd glare at the closed window catching a glimpse of the prince through the glass.

It was time to build a nest. Ao3

#Moshang #mebigbang23 #feathers in a storm #my writing #fic link #svsss

[thestormthatrises]

#moshang fic idea

The one where SQH practices shibari daily:

It started out, as most things do, as a drunken idea. It was the end of a long week. That was preceded by a long month. To say nothing of the year that came before that! And his life? Ah! SQH really needed a drink. Or two. Or three. He was lonely. He was drunk. He wanted to do... Something. ANYTHING! Anything else than just work and despair about his unfair lot in life.

SQH remembered all those sexy images from comics and magazines lost to time and another world. How beautiful and content those women seemed to be, all tied up in beautiful webs of satin and silk or dark rope. It had all been so... Pretty.

Hell, he even put much of what he'd seen in this damn book he was now living in.

But he never tried it out on himself before.

Well, be it by boredom, distress or the sheer alcohol in his system, he was gonna do it now!

...

It wasn't a great start.

As a millennial taken away before kinks had how-to *safely* blogs, he hadn't know exactly what type of rope to try or how to make it pretty like the pictures.

He just found some scraps of rope he had lying around and went to work, drunken fingers Tightening messy knots all over his body untill his torso was hugged completely by the coarse rope.

And...

And it felt quite nice, actually.

Yeah, the rope stung and bit at his flesh. Yeah, the knots were ugly and bad. But... It felt. Nice. Secure.

Like a hug.

He felt centered and put together. Something was holding him in place in this mad existence. He could focus on his body, his breathing-- his breathing evened out.

It felt... Nice. Good. Great, even.

He liked it.

He liked it a lot, actually.

And so it began that SQH experimented with his new... Discovery.

He really wanted to say kink - the poor lonely, *aging* virgin in him was desperate for some sort of sexual mark stone -, but the truth of the matter was that it wasn't even sexual.

He just... Kinda liked it.

He liked how it felt. He liked how it made him feel and think. He liked how it made him look.

(He was the ugly duckling of CQM but the ropes... He looked pretty with the ropes)

So why not find the best way to feel and look good?

He tried so many different types of rope. So many patterns. So many knots. He'd just popped open a bottle of wine and went to town with rope and his notebook, detailing every part of the experience.

Self-shibari was becoming his metaphorical best way to spend a Friday night!

(Not that he had 'friday nights', of course. He couldn't have that type of consistency in his life. Always working. Always busy busy!!

But when he did have a rare moment to himself. A fleeting instant of peace where he wasn't exhausted and stressed, he'd unwind with the little Rope he had and...

And breathe.)

And after many, many nights and even more bottles, Qinghua found what he liked best.

For relaxation, he liked silk black ropes, with heavy knots and constriction on his chest and waist. So tight that he could feel it when he breathes.

For work, he liked to use leather ropes, that dug into the meat of his body and bit at him when his posture was bad or when he felt exhaustion almost take him. He liked it around his neck and chest and upper arms.

It felt good. Great. Perfect, even.

It felt like an embrace from a lover he'd never have, that would never leave him.

Nobody... Actually cared for or about SQH. Not back *then.* Not as a child. Not here, in this goddamn sect..

Nobody cared for the bruises on his arms. He was always filled with bruises for one reason or another anyway.

Nobody cared if he was hurt.

Nobody cared if he was well.

Nobody even saw him. Not really.

The ropes sometimes felt like his only lifeline to sanity, tethering him to this god forsaken world.

...

SQH started wearing shibari under his clothes as a mistake.

He'd fallen asleep on night with it still on; too fascinated, drunk and melancholic to give up that embrace just yet, and had woken up late the next day.

The knots had been too intricate to undo in a timely fashion And he was loathed to just cut it all up.

So he put layers on top of layers of clothes on top of it all and hoped for the best as he dashed to the meeting he was late for.

It was, hands down, the best work day of his whole life.

It should've been the most stressful, he knew. He should've been freaking out that someone was going to find out his dirty, not so dirty, secret.

But the ropes weren't visible under his Peak Lord costume.

And, again, no one gave a shit about him.

They all looked past him with a vague look of annoyance or dismissal on their Faces and that was that.

The ropes were also doing their magic, grounding him in a way that made his brain all fuzzy.

It was wonderful!

His Martial siblings even saw him smile. Genuinely. For the first time.

There was no turning back from this bliss.

...

MBJ found out about his servant's indiscretions when, when he had moved to beat him (badly. Qinghua had been late. MBJ didn't like to be kept waiting. He needed to be punished); as he picked up that sneaky little cultivator by the scruff of his collar...

A flash of black came to Full view.

The demon prince growled, his sharp nails tearing at the yellow silk of An Ding.

"My king!!" There was an attempt of modesty on Qinghua's part, holding the tathered clothes close to his chest.

MBJ didn't stop though. He was driven. More layers were ripped More black he could see.

And intricate, inky web of diamonds all over SQH'S back.

He turned the cultivator forward, pushing his hands out of the way. The dark lines came together around an empty heart shape over Qinghua's sternum before plunging down and hugging his soft, pale Waist and then further... Further...

"...What is this?" He demanded, the urge to punish completely gone. It had given way to an alien sense of wonder, a hungry sort that made him want to-- need to touch.

And then SQH went and knelt before him.

And begged.

"I'm so sorry, My king please! This servant is dirty! He's a degenerate! Forgive this worm, my king! I'll never do it again!" He was shaking.

*Beautiful.*

"I asked you a question, Shang Qinghua"

He was crying.

"It's... A technique, my king. A... Well, it's used sexually. A sexual Technique for lovers. The binding of one's love.... To make them beautiful and helpless..."

MBJ got mad again. Shang Qinghua had a lover?!

"But but but not me, my king! Never me! Who would even want me? Ha ha no! I I I just do it because it helps me"

"Helps... You?"

"yeah, yeah-- I mean, it--" god, how to explain?? This was so embarrassing! But MBJ looked like he was going to kill him. He needed-- "It helps me think."

Oof...

"It's nice, ok? It feels nice to be held! It helps ground me in my task. I know it's dirty and ugly but it helps"

Fuck! Why was he crying again??

Why was he crying when he was going to die all over again??

Why couldn't he have a dignified death for once??

Why was life so cruel that he couldn't have one good thing?! Just one thing for himself that made him feel nice and pretty and good--

Death didn't come.

MBJ just stared at him for what felt like an hour and then kicked him down so that his chest hit the ground.

"Don't be late again" he said and then proceeded to expect SQH to go on as if nothing happened.

He... Couldn't do that.

The ropes weren't working anymore.

His chest was too tight. He couldn't breathe. His sling felt too hot. Even the soft silk felt too rough in it. He couldn't stop crying. The shame and the despair were too great.

Why had MBJ felt the need to know?!

Why couldn't he just leave SQH alone??

Why couldn't he just have this?! This one thing?! His own thing?!

He wasn't hurting anyone! He wasn't doing anybody harm?!

Why did his king have to go and find out and become disgusted and dismissive and angry at him?!

He would never be able to look MBJ in the eye Again!

His hands clawed at the rope, trying to be free of this shame.

"What are you doing?" Came low and dangerous from above him.

SQH couldn't answer. He didn't have enough air inside him to make into words. He could only claw at his chest and try--

"Answer me!"

"You hate me!" Came out choked, strangled. "Why do you hate me?! I love you so much! Why do you hurt me and hate me and humiliate me?!"

MBJ stepped back, utterly shocked, confused, angry and... Concerned.

"What did you just say to me?"

"I just wanted to be good--I just wanted to be good for one thing. Why do you hate me?! Why do you do this to me?! Is it because I'm weak? Because I'm ugly?! I try so hard for you"

SQH was hyperventilating.

He felt like he was having a panic attack.

No.

No, actually it felt worse than that.

He felt like he was dying.

"why do you hate me?" He whimpered, gasping for air. "I love you so much... Why did you do that? How could you do that?? I love you so much-- I just wanted to be good--"

The air was thick with distress, sorrow and pain. Hot and salty with scent of SQH'S tears and sweat. But unlike earlier, his tears and his pleading did not arouse... Whatever it was in MBJ.

They sickened him in the worst way.

They sickened him with guilt.

Poisoned him in a way that he couldn't even feel elation for the human's confession.

He could just stare at the broken form SQH made on the ground and feel...

Guilt.

He was bare now, torn open by the demon's claws. Red from pain and shame and his own blunt nails running down His sides in a manic attempt of freedom. He was frantic, humiliated, mad--

Because of MBJ.

Who he loved.

MBN wasn't good with emotions. He had forsaken them with his uncle's betrayal. He had only just begun to feel things again because... Because of the human at his feet.

This insane little rat of a person that was the only one he could rely on. The only one that was for him. The only one for him...

He didn't know what to do.

(Twitter poll decided their fate)

The ropes came undone as he stalled. SQH tore at them, pulling away messily at dark webs as he tried to breathe. He cried. He choked. He shuddered. He broke.

Again and again. Like a wave against a stormy beach.

And it was...

Well, it was scary.

There was no other way to put it.

MBJ had been through and seen many many awful things. Theirs was not an easy or kind world. You had to be either as strong as him or as resilient as Qinghua to make it thru it all.

If not, you were dead.

But this wasn't death.

This was shattering.

The high that had kept SQH together ever since that fateful night was gone.

He was crashing hard.

Crashing at his king's feet.

Crashing... Because of MBJ.

And in such a way that... That he didn't seem he would recover.

And that was so... So scary. Terrifying.

(MBJ didn't want to think of a world without Qinghua in it. A future where his servant wasn't by his side. A life were he couldn't have the human--)

Qinghua hugged the tatters of his robes to his chests, shaking at the cold of MBJ'S displeasure. It was all he could do. His strings, all that had been keeping him together, had just been brutally and abruptly cut.

He didn't even feel strong enough to fly away.

However, as the cultivator felt his thoughts spiral, a heavy weight fell again on his back.

A strange, unfamiliar, *soft* weight.

MBJ had draped his fur cloak over his servant's shoulders.

SQH lifted his watery, incredulous eyes up from the ground and found that demon was so Much closer than he had last noticed.

MBJ was still unreadable to him but... He looked a tad less murderous than before.

"My..--"

"This king will touch you" MBJ warned.

"Y-you don't have to" Came automatically. Help seldom came without strings attached and he had already Made such a fool of himself. Already tested out whatever patience MBJ had for pathetic things. Already shown himself disgusting and ugly and--

A cool finger pressed against the middle of his feverish forehead.

"Qinghua" that deep, rich voice was hard to ignore.

A cool feeling rushed thru his aching head, his burning lungs, his red, abused skin.

"My king..."

"Yes" and it was almost like a purr. Fuck, since when was Airplane shooting towards the sky a cat person? "Focus on this king" MBJ ordered, calm, measured, honest.

And SQH obeyed, focusing on How good that cool touch was against his skin as MBJ placed his full palm over his tear stained eyes. He focuses on the qi circling his stressed meridians. He focused on MBJ'S even breathing, trying to match it with his own.

And, as the tears dried up, he was made to focus On the way MBJ'S chest felt. The demon prince picked him up from the ground and hugged him, tight, and--

And--

And it felt nice, ok?

It felt... Good.

It felt *perfect.*

SQH buried his face against MBJ'S chest and tried really hard not to cry again but it was difficult.

He couldn't remember the last time someone had ever hugged him out of their own volition.

"I'm sorry" he whimpered, lost and heartbroken.

Why did it have to be like this? When he was like this? When he was this? Why now?

Strong arms tightened around him.

"...This king was the one in the wrong" MBJ rumbled. "You needn't apologize"

"But... But I'm disgusting."

"Qinghua is not"

The cultivator whimpered again, burying himself even further into the demon, as if trying to burrow a way into his chest cavity.

"I'm a bad person" SQH said, his words muffled against the mounds of MBJ'S breasts.

"..." He was. A little bit. His servant was petty and vengeful and a traitor. But MBJ liked him that way

SQH was *his* petty, spiteful, vengeful little rat.

"Qinghua isn't that bad."

"You... You hate me" the human sniffed, looking up at the demon who held him so tight it was wonderful.

MBJ met his gaze and shook his head. "This king doesn't hate Qinghua."

"..."

"..."

"Promise?"

"I swear it."

SQH closed his eyes and allowing himself to clutch tightly to MBJ'S solid frame.

"Ok..." He conceded. "I believe you, my king"

"Hm"

A beat of silence. SQH sighed.

"...Thank you"

Another beat of silence. MBJ laid his chin against the crown of Qinghua's head.

"...You're welcome."

(SQH doesn't let go of MBJ.

MBJ takes him home and the poor man just can't let his king go. MBJ is forced to bathe with SQH, eat with SQH, lay down next to SQH and keep hugging him tight as he does it too.

And...

It's nice.

It's good.

It's perfect.)

(Eventually - THANK ALL THE GODS AND SAINTS - SQH does start doing shibari in a sexual way too.

He teaches MBJ his favorite knots and MBJ ties his consort up when he sees that SQH is overworking himself.

He likes to tie his husband's arms behind his back and Have him kneel on a cushion beside him on the throne, where he can pet Qinghua's hair and feed him delicious morsels and delicacies and then fuck him brainless after royal duties are done 💙)

THE END.

#saving shit from my twitter #mxtx svsss #SVSSS #Moshang #mobeijun #mobei jun #airplane shooting toward the sky #shang qinghua

[truly-morgan]

[oviposition, egg laying (18+)]

MoShang | Scum Villain Self-Saving System Oviposition 04-04-2021

[#moshang - oviposition, NSFW]

What if sqh finally manages to convince mbj to let him come with him on a hunt "Because I would like to see how my kind is doing it, I could learn!". Pretty much all an excuse to pass more time with him.

usually, when he encounters monsters he either miraculously manages to beat the monsters or hold on long enough to have mbj save him as if it was child's play to kill these monsters.

But what if this time sqh cannot really get away from the weird plant monster who has tentacle (because /of course/ he had to create a tentacle monster for the smut fest that had been PIDW).

(cw: dubcon)

but like most anime he had seen including them, things end up being more sexual than they should be and he isn't sure how to feel about the fact that he might be /a little bit/ into it, despite wishing-

it was a completely different setting and maybe coming from mbj instead. Maybe it the aphrodisiac that helps him be this into it.

He's soon saved by mbj, who is now stuck with an aroused sqh, which isn't too hard to take care of and sqh /loves/ that. at least that was a better part.

He swears to mbj afterwards that he's fine, really it wasn't too high on the list of bad things that had happened to him. at least he hadn't been about to die this time. Could have gone better still.

Yet he does notice how heavy and stuffed he seems to be, but supposed it either something he ate or an aftereffect of the aphrodisiac, who knows?

he ends up panicking two days later when an /egg/comes out of him after he had been feeling a bit more sick all day, which makes him feel horrible. had he been carrying those around for the-

past two days?!?

He tries running back to the bathroom to hide there and find /something/ to manage and get all the others out since he assumes so many more must be there.

He's so relieved for once that mbj is stuck with matters to take care of in the northern kingdom. So he makes himself a bath, scared that if the eggs were to smash on the ground he would be stuck with both eggs in him that he needs to get out as soon as possible and maybe a baby monster, who knew how fast these could grow?

So he's in the bath, desperately trying to get all the eggs he had never noticed in the panic and pleasure that had been his "fight" before. He starting to tire a bit yet he only manages to get three out and he can feel there are still some left.

This is when mbj shows up, having been worried to not seeing his husband around especially after a servant told him he saw him run back to their room looking worried and pale.

He freezes at the sight of sqh soaking in now cold water, eggs floating around him while it seems to be pushing more out.

sqh is a bit mortified to be found out like this to be found out like this and he wants to hide away, even more, when mbj comes next to the bathtub, pulling him a bit closer and ready to /help/.

this starts a session of fingering, mbj fingers being bigger hel

sqh wasn't sure what to think about how /interested/ mbj was at seeing him basically lay eggs but if it meant he wouldn't be angry at it, he would not complain about it.

After the final egg is pushed out sqh is totally worn out, leaning fully against mbj who was now looking for something to wrap him in and warm him up. He receives kisses on his face, mbj leaving a couple of praises escape him for how good he did it, trying to comfort him. sqh nearly feel like he had just given birth to their own child with how he acts. (the thought isn't so bad actually, he's sure he had invented a way for it to work). "What do we do we the eggs?" he asked after looking back at the floating eggs.

"eat them" mbj suggests and sqh isn't sure what to think about the idea of eating eggs that were /inside of him/.

they end up learning these monsters cannot really be eaten, so mbj simply disposes of them to make sure no plant monster would grow anywhere close to sqh again. although something in sqh tells him mbj might not mind if he's suggesting it one day, although he's not ready to try something like this again.ping him stretch more to make better way for the eggs what was at first a tiring and stressful task suddenly became a rather pleasurable, mbj making sure his husband would feel good rather than hurt from what he was doing.

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[saysong91]

Moshang + misunderstandings

(long (ish) post I guess, sorry I'm on mobile)

"I heard... An Ding's Peak Lord is getting married," the temperature in the throne room fell so suddenly it made guards and advisors shiver.

"What?", Mobei Jun asked, watching intently at the demon who dared spit those words at him.

"I...I.."

Fear clinged to these demons, broader and scarier than most, yet almost falling to their knees at the clear fury their prince was displaying.

"Where did you hear that?", Mobei Jun lifted his advisor by the neck, fingernails digging into his flesh, the sour smell of panic and blood filling his nostrils.

"Our men...heard about it... That spy... he's been seen with ack--", Mobei Jun's hand closed harder around his neck.

"With who?", he spat the words out, full of venom. His spy dared to marry someone? Wasn't it clear that he belonged to a future demon king?

"Qi..Qing Jing's...ack...Peak Lo-", he released the demon, leaving him gasping for air but staying down, knowing he'd been wrong to utter those words.

"Doing what?", he could feel rage running through his veins. Shang Qinghua promised, devoted himself to him. Years of it, more than a decade of his supposedly infinite loyalty. And yet he's marrying someone? A Peak Lord? The same he fought at the Alliance Conference?

If he'd know Shang Qinghua would be so impressed by that Peak Lord's abilities... He should've just taken him back then, brought to the demon realm instead of following with the plan.

"My Lord?"

He opened a portal, stepping away from the North's freezing temperatures, into a summer-filled leisure house he knew already by heart, finding it empty.

Of course.

_____

It was a pain for Shang Qinghua to go take care of the Sun and Moon Dew Flower, but it was either that or reciving a fan to his head every day! Well, he did anyway! Shen Qingqiu was awful! He didn't know why he was helping him when HIS life would be in danger too! It has been since he woke up in an infant's body and a muddled mind full of memories from a previous life! This world, HIS world, was an absolute nightmare! Caring for this little plant actually made him think about maybe snatching one for himself too... Just in case Mobei Jun decided to finally kill him.

But well, only one plant, only one transmigrator to be saved from Luo Binghe's wrath.

He only wished for it to end! Preferably with him still alive and standing and definitely not bleeding to death by Mobei Jun's fists or turned into a human stick next to Shen Qingqiu!

What a nightmare, what a nightmare...

He opened the door to his leisure house.

And then he was pressed against the wall.

___

"My...my king!", Shang Qinghua's eyes couldn't be more unfocused, clearly scared. He HAD to be scared after this betrayal.

He stood in that house for an hour, looking everywhere until he found a secret compartment where notes and the drawing of a rare flower appeared. The sun and moon dew seed, turning into a beautiful flower if infused by the light of the elements and qi from whoever needed it. Great for many things, especially marriage.

An ancient ritual in the Southern Borders of his territory ensured a long lasting union between whoever took care of the flower, every party infusing it with their qi, then preparing the flower along with a drop of their blood and drinking it at dusk.

An ancient ceremony he knew became popular at the demon and human's realm border.

"I know what you're planning", he said, a hand over Shang Qinghua's neck, touching his skin, so warm, keeping him against the wall, yet... not crushing him like he did his advisor. Somehow, he wanted to crush the other cultivator under his feet, not Shang Qinghua.

"Wh...what...?", fear filled his nostrils, it was easy to see it in Shang Qinghua's body, how he shivered under his gaze, how his hands tried to cling to something. Defenseless... and somehow it pleased him, this sight.

He was used to seeing this vision under bruises and blood, under falseties and hands clinging to his thighs. Never like this, so close, so intoxicating. Fear and excitement, luring him closer until Shang Qinghua's breath tickled his skin, until he could almost hear the human's heart going faster than ever.

His lips were close, so close he could almost taste them.

He wanted to.

He truly...wanted to taste those lips.

His, Shang Qinghua had vowed to him. Soul and body. Whatever Shang Qinghua owned, was his.

"You're not marrying anyone else..", he breathed, hand over Shang Qinghua's neck, feeling his pulse, his warmth. He wanted it. Wanted him. "You're mine, Shang Qinghua."

He wouldn't stop to hear any pleas, any contradiction. He'd never said words truer than these. Shang Qinghua was his. Only his.

He kissed Shang Qinghua, fury and hunger devouring his mouth, a hand on his waist pulling his body closer to him.

And Shang Qinghua, forever surprising him, kissed him back.

____

Marriage?

What? How? With WHOM???

Shang Qinghua didn't understand... and then he didn't need to.

Mobei Jun, his perfect man and future killer, was kissing him. Saying he was HIS. In what world??!

And damn he kissed him so good! So demanding! Any thought disappeared as his hands grasped the front of Mobei Jun's robes. That hand...that fucking hand at the base of his neck was driving him crazy with want. How many times he fantasized about this? Mobei Jun pining him down or against a wall and just ravaging him!

'Fuck if this isn't real, never wake me, System, I wanna die in this moment'

But it felt way too real. Mobei Jun's cold seeping through the warmth feeling his body, igniting a desire he'd tried to keep locked.

In a moment of foolish boldness, he licked Mobei Jun's lips, brought his arms around his neck and pushed himself against his muscled body. Fuck.

____

Panting, he was panting and moaning against Shang Qinghua, disbelieving how things had escalated. How Shang Qinghua accepted his touches, seeking more even.

It felt glorious. Right.

"You're marrying me, Shang Qinghua," he breathed, stealing another kiss, pressing himself against his warm body, like they could merge together if he kept trying to. His words surprised him, both, freezing the moment.

"I...my king?", his lips were swollen, flushed red as the rest of his face, beautiful in a way he had failed to see before.

Suddenly, his words felt right.

"You'll marry me. I don't care about your sect or the man you were planing to wed. You vowed to be mine, Shang Qinghua. Forever", he lifted Shang Qinghua's face, caging him, still so close he could taste his lips.

"..but.."

"Mine, Shang Qinghua," he watched as Shang Qinghua shivered, face turning crimson.

There was no fear. Excitement only.

"M...my king! I...", nervous, yet the corner of his swollen lips tilted upwards. "I...are you sure?"

"You dare to doubt me?", there was no bite in his words, no venom or rage. Shang Qinghua looked pleased if disbelieving.

"No no no, of course not my king! But... I... er... It's not that I don't...that I wouldn't be happy to accept! I would! I do, I am!", he bit his lips and it was almost enough to distract him again. "But you're mistaken! I'm not...marrying anyone? How do you even think that?", he asked, nervous.

What?

"The sun and moon dew... if you're not making the ritual for the wedding..."

"What..what ritual, my king?"

Confusion. He doesn't know.

Relief washes over him. And anger at his useless advisors.

"Doesn't matter. You'll be my Consort. Prepare everything for me to stay here, Shang Qinghua. I'll be courting you from now on", he was already rushing to their wedding without a proper courting. Now that he knew there was no immediate danger of anyone snatching Shang Qinghua away from him... he could take his time. A few months at best.

"My king...you really...want me?", he asked, surprised.

It surprised him too. How much he craved for Shang Qinghua.

"I do," he kissed Shang Qinghua again, against the sturdy wall of the leisure house, devouring him in every way possible.

And Shang Qinghua kissed him back.

____

"I'm marrying Mobei Jun!", Shang Qinghua half murmured half exclaimed at Shen Qingqiu, still riding the high of being wanted by his king and the sudden change in their relationship. Mobei Jun pinned him against any surface, kissing him, instead of his beatings. It was the best waking up next to his half naked body, he could ditch his work to stay in bed for days! If he could.

"You what?!"

"Yeah, anyway, I think we'll need a new plan, hehe", his laughter was cut short by a fan hitting his temple. "Hey!"

"Fucking congratulations, airplane!"

He laughed, actually happy about the turn of events. It would complicate things but...well, he was happy now!

#moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #my fic #svsss fanfic #svsss mobei jun #svsss shang qinghua

[scribble-dee-doo]

svsss fic ideas

1. moshang accidental telepathy - i'm thinking one-sided for mbj getting surround-sound chatter while sqh has no idea and mbj gets a head full of sqh being intensely sarcastic and insulting at people and also gets a look at the advanced calculus sqh pulls out whenever he's trying to interpret mbj behavior

1.2 bonus system is fine with this until it dings one of its rare notifs and suddenly sqh is getting penalized for revealing the system Cue much panic and mbj experiencing his first existential crisis

1.3 bonus bonus adhd sqh

2. bingqiu sqq is tired of binghe blaming himself for things and decides to work on that via calling lbh whenever he breaks a teapot or trips on a stick to tell him it wasn't his fault like he's reverse-training a cat on consequences

3. moshang sqh is accidentally (or on purpose!) exposed to an artefact/ritual/macguffin that's for "rewarding human retainers for faithful service to demonkind" except the reward is slowly developing into a new type of demon based on personality traits so of course sqh ends up a camouflage/mimic-focused type with venom and fast escape mode. i'm thinking about blue-ringed octopus and mantis shrimps. hmmm.

3.2 bonus mbj doesn't know why sqh has suddenly taken a proactive attitude towards disposing of his enemies but he's here for it

3.3 bonus bonus sqh is 1. Too Sneaky (slow-active venom or just moves too fast) 2. very desensitized to demons at this point 3. Very Preoccupied and letting autopilot manage a lot without realizing that his autopilot has been switched out for a different model which results in shenanigans such as killing people right in front of mbj and mbj Does Not Notice sqh is the killer and sqh getting dragged into investigating the rash of mysterious murders that seem to be following mbj. sqh does not realize that he's the killer. if mbj doesn't figure it out then we have the two of them in a paranoia feedback loop that of course means sqh is tightening security and Very Stressed that murders keep happening. if mbj knows then it's just sqh running around trying to solve his own murders and tearing his hair out about mbj not taking him seriously.

4. aroace sqh - northern demon culture is rife with sworn-brother and other found family ceremonies bc sqh hasn't come across qp relationships and is struggling to conceptualize a dedicated relationship without the """standard""" relationship markers and is unloading his feelings about it on mbj

5. og!sqq - i'm not Totally versed on shen jiu's bg but i'm under the impression that after he escaped he took up with a rogue cultivator who he? killed? maybe??? so au where the rogue cultivator is part of a loose alliance of ex-slave rogue cultivators who specialize in heart-demons as part of their cultivation path and are focused on rescuing people and breaking up human trafficking rings hence remaining rogue cultivators even though shen jiu now has enough adopted extended family to technically qualify as a small sect and they All want to pinch his cheeks and feed him.

5.2 shen jiu's teacher would like to know why the sect leader of the most powerful sect in the world is bothering her student. she's recognizing familiar behavior patterns. she's contemplating how to adopt a man who thinks he's graduated from cultivator school with a foundation like that. she thinks it's a worthy challenge. sqq dearly wants his mom to reconsider bullying a man who can squish her like a bug but after all the times she critiqued his attempts to assassinate her he knows it's a lost cause

#svsss #fic ideas #svsss fic ideas

[lesyah]

moshang’s triplet au

a repost of an emoji prompt fill for @selpuku

this is based off of her moshang triplet au!!!!

🌧

Yi was standing in the doorway staring at the rain puddle as they dripped off of the roof. Er and San were still asleep. They hadn’t seemed bothered by the rain, but it immediately woke Yi up. The triplets periodically came with Shang Qinghua when he visited his peak, but he’d never seen it rain before. Back home, it was too cold for it to rain, so he couldn’t help but stare at it.

Suddenly, the sky lit up in a blinding, whitish purple light. He jolted, stumbling backwards and almost fell onto his backside. Right after the flash, a booming sound rattled the room they were in, and Yi could feel the ground shake beneath him. Feeling his heart in his throat, he stared at the sky in shock, as if waiting for it to happen again. It stormed back at home, but it never sounded like that. It didn’t look like that either. It was always more muffled, hidden through layers of clouds and snow. This was a cracking sound, as if something was coming closer and closer.

The sky lit up again and Yi immediately covered his ears. It didn’t do much to muffle the sound. He turned around and looked to see that Er and San were still sleeping. Because they were in An Ding Peak, they didn’t have their own beds. Er and San had cuddled close at the sound and Yi pouted a little. Just as he was considering how to cuddle up to them, too, another crashing sound of thunder rattled him. He immediately jumped a mile in the air and darted out of the room.

He burst into Shang Qinghua’s room and didn’t bother trying to be quiet. However, with the thunderstorm going on outside, the sound of the door slamming open didn’t really sound all that misplaced. He rushed to the side of the bed and crawled up. Shang Qinghua made a small noise and shifted when he felt the bed dip.

Yi pushed himself into his arms and pressed his face into his chest. 

“What’s wrong?” Shang Qinghua asked blearily, bringing his arms up to wrap them around Yi’s quivering body.

He just pushed closer, eyes squeezing shut when he noticed the room light up again. When the thunder sounded off and Shang Qinghua felt the way he flinched, he let out a small laugh. “Is the thunder scaring you, A-Yi?”

“No,” he immediately responded. 

Shang Qinghua immediately squeezed him tighter and tucked him under his chin. “Of course not. You must have come to make sure I wasn’t afraid, right?”

“…Right,” he responded quietly. “Xiao Er and SanSan had each other so I knew they weren’t afraid. But you’re all alone tonight.”

Shang Qinghua squeezed him again. “Well, now I feel completely safe with you here, A-Yi. Who needs A-Die when I have you?”

🧸

Er looked down at the soft, plush object in his hands. He didn’t really know how to describe it, but it looked warm and squishy, and he found that he wanted to press it to his chest and hug it. He experimentally hugged it close and found that he liked it very much. It wasn’t quite like hugging one of his parents or his siblings, but it still felt nice and warm. 

“Do you like it?” 

Er looked up and saw his dad looking down at him eagerly, practically vibrating. He beamed back at him, clutching it in his hands and matching the energy of Shang Qinghua exactly. “I love it,” he said seriously. 

Shang Qinghua smiled just as brightly and squeezed him into a hug. “I’m so glad you like it!”

However, it did not seem that anyone else liked it. Er was a snuggly child. When his brother was angry, Er could wrap his arms around him and get him to calm down. When his sister was upset and didn’t want people to know, Er could lie down on top of her and pretend they were playing a game so she didn’t get embarrassed. But with his new stuffed bear (he found out it was supposed to be an animal when Mobei Jun called it by name—it had been indistinguishable beforehand), Er was less cuddly than he normally was, since he got some of his sudden-urge hugs out of his system before he came across any of his siblings. 

Unbeknownst to him, his brother and sister were discussing this at length, trying to decipher what was making him less cuddly than before. It certainly was not because either of them missed it. Definitely not. They were just worried about him. He must be sick, or something. So they discussed, and eventually decided to confront him about it. 

Er walked into his room, stuffed bear in his arms, tucked under his chin in a hug, when he froze at the sight of both of his siblings standing in the middle of his room, looking very serious. “A-Yi? SanSan? Is something wrong?”

“What’s wrong with you?” Yi immediately said.

San looked over at him, annoyed. She looked back at Er. “He means to ask—You’ve been acting differently lately. We wanted to see if something was wrong.”

He approached them, hugging the bear tighter to his chest. “Nothing’s wrong,” he said a little anxiously. “Why would you think something’s wrong?”

“You haven’t been hugging us!” Yi cried out. 

Er blinked at them, then immediately pouted. “I thought you didn’t like hugs, A-Yi.”

His face flushed slightly and he looked away. He crossed his arms. “I don’t.”

San pursed her lips at Yi, looking more and more irritated with every moment. “Xiao-Er, you like hugs. How come you aren’t hugging us anymore?”

Er glanced down at the bear in his arms, and their eyes tracked his gaze. 

“You aren’t hugging us because of the bear baba got you?!” Yi looked betrayed.

Er felt his eyes pool. “I didn’t mean to!” He cried, dropping the bear and wrapping an arm around each of their necks. 

Yi never knew how to handle someone else’s tears, so he froze. San guiltily patted his back. “Don’t cry, Xiao-Er. We were just worried about you. Don’t be upset.”

“I’ll hug you more, I promise,” Er vowed. They patted his back a little awkwardly, but seemed satisfied. The bear was beloved, but promptly neglected from then on. 

🎀

Shang Qinghua had left San with some of the female disciples in his peak for the morning. They had done her hair for the day. She normally didn’t get much done to her hair in any traditionally feminine ways, but it was ok because she liked the way Shang Qinghua did her hair. She had been playing with a beaded necklace one of the disciples had given her while they did it, so when she felt them tie her hair up with a heavier ribbon than she was used to, she didn’t really pay attention.

The rest of the day she had been getting stares from her brothers, particularly Yi, and even Shang Qinghua smiled at her in a bit of a different way. She had brought her hand up to the top of her head several times, wondering if they had done something weird to her hair, but everything felt relatively normal. There were maybe a few more braids than normal, but that didn’t warrant all of the stares.

Mobei Jun was coming later to bring them back to the Northern Desert since it was about to storm and Yi didn’t like it when it stormed (he would never admit that—the current excuse was so Er and San didn’t get scared). Both Er and San knew this was completely untrue. When he came to get San from her room, he also paused when he saw her. She stomped her foot, completely fed up at this point. “What?” She snapped.

Mobei Jun stared down at her, lips twitching at her reaction as he held out a hand. “Come. It’s time to go home.”

She crossed her arms, turned up her nose, and faced away. “Not until you tell me why you just looked at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that!” She cried, turning back to look up at him. “Everyone’s been looking at me like that all day!”

He shifted the hand that was still outstretched expectantly. She huffed and reached out to grab onto it. He pulled her out of the room. “It’s your hair.”

She brought her free hand up, stomach plummeting. “Did they do something weird to it?”

“No. You just don’t wear ribbons like that very often.”

“Ribbons like what?” She asked nervously, reaching back to touch it. It was, indeed, bigger than what she normally wore. She felt horrified. She pulled the tail end of it over her shoulder and it wasn’t blue or green, like she normally wore. It was pink. She immediately pulled on the tail end to untie it. She threw it on the ground and stomped the rest of the way down the hall.

“You don’t like it?” Mobei Jun asked, glancing down at her in amusement.

“No!” She immediately shouted. “I like green ribbons. And it was too big.”

He brought her into the room where Shang Qinghua was securing cloaks to Yi and Er. “Who put it in your hair?”

“I don’t know who it was,” she muttered dejectedly. “They were behind me, I couldn’t see them.

Mobei Jun grabbed her cloak and knelt down to drape it across her shoulders and tie it at the base of her throat. “Find out who it was and beat them up.”

“Hey!” Shang Qinghua immediately cried. “Beat who up?”

“Whoever put the ribbon in her hair that she didn’t want.”

“You didn’t want it?” Yi asked, turning to look at her.

“No,” she snapped, offended that he thought she wanted it.

Yi pursed his lips, gaze meeting with Mobei Jun’s. He suddenly nodded. “Die’s right, SanSan. Beat them up.”

#moshang #svsss #sel

[serotocin38]

TL;DWrite: How to Court a Dumb Human Bean

Mobei-Jun/Shang Qinghua

In which Shang Qinghua is kind of in love with Mobei-Jun, and misunderstands everything. You know, the typical situation. But this time, after a run-in with a strange demon girl, he’s also oblivious to the fact that he suddenly becomes incredibly attractive everyone else. And they all want him. 

2,420 words, oblivious SQH, slight pining, courting, misunderstandings, harem potential but no harem, only Moshang

High cheekbones – check. Sharp jawline – check. Piercing gaze – check. Broad shoulders – check. Ridiculous height – check. Graceful air – check. Firm and defined muscles – double check. Very powerful – check, check, and check.

Shang Qinghua sighed to himself, shaking his head ever so slightly as he reluctantly drew his gaze away from his king and went back to the pile of paperwork in front of him.

Mobei-Jun stood across the room, glaring at a group of elders who seemed to have finally cornered him and wanted to get their point across while Mobei-Jun was still willing to entertain them.

Shang Qinghua had no doubt it was to pester him about getting married again. Ever since Luo Binghe basically up and abandoned his newfound seat of power like it was the side chick he accidentally got pregnant, Mobei-Jun had taken over full-time, and as a result, Shang Qinghua found himself with a lot more paperwork to get through.

While he worked his way through several stacks a day, Shang Qinghua silently cursed Cucumber Bro for going into seclusion with his demon husband to live the life of domestic bliss while he was stuck with a desk job! And he did not even get paid for this!

The only plus side of the paperwork was that Shang Qinghua was situated across from Mobei-Jun most of the day, and he could sneak as many glances as his heart desires. And if Mobei-Jun caught him in the act, Shang Qinghua only had to tap his brush against his chin like he was thinking hard.

Take that, Cucumber Bro. You aren’t the only brilliant actor in this world!

“What’s wrong, my king?” Shang Qinghua asked when Mobei-Jun finally stormed away from the elders, and they were alone.

Mobei-Jun sat down on the throne of ice with an angry glower on his face. If it were directed at him, Shang Qinghua would be a blubbering mess of tears begging for his life. He felt a shiver run down his spine.

“Do you want to get married.”

Shang Qinghua blinked, wondering if he mishead. Then, his face flushed bright red. “My- My king? I- This- This servant couldn’t possibly be fit to marry you!”

The glower grew deeper, and now it was definitely directed at Shang Qinghua. “I meant, if you ever plan on getting married to anyone,” Mobei-Jun gritted out slowly.

Shang Qinghua was feeling faint now. Of course that was what Mobei-Jun meant! What the hell was he thinking?! He had obviously been daydreaming way too much!

“This servant wouldn’t dare!” Shang Qinghua squeaked. “My entire life is dedicated to serving my king and no one else!” He wondered if now would be a good time to get on his knees and start blubbering.

Mobei-Jun grunted and turned the glare away. “I don’t have a choice,” he said. “The elders think… that the potential candidates they chose do not interest me.”

Shang Qinghua wiped away his tears and sniffled a few times. “Do they not appeal to my king?”

“…Not interested.”

Shang Qinghua thought about the long list of demon girls from various prestigious bloodlines. “Perhaps my king’s taste is... of another gender?”

Mobei-Jun’s glare turned back to him again.

Shang Qinghua was so dead. He just asked the second most powerful demon in the world if he was gay!

He gulped, his hand trembling and dripping ink all over the page. He quickly set it down and put his hands into his lap to hide them. Mobei-Jun just studied him hard, then looked away again, saying nothing.

…so it was not a ‘no’.

Shang Qinghua cleared his throat. “Should- Should this servant let the elders know? I’m certain that there are many eligible demon males that are fit to be my king’s consort? I- I’ve heard that homosexuality is quite common among demons! I mean, Sha Hualing is-”

“Not. Interested.”

“Eh? But- But my king-” Shang Qinghua was at a loss. He almost threw his hands up in the air and tore at his hair while screaming, “THEN WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU INTO?”

He took a deep breath instead. “Perhaps my king is not interested in anything romantic or, ahem, sexual. In that case-”

“No.”

Shang Qinghua just stared blankly at him. After a few moments of silence, Mobei-Jun stared back at him.

“My king, is there anyone you’ve ever liked before? Anyone at all?”

There was a long silence. “…Yes.”

“Okay! Great!” Shang Qinghua said desperately. “What- What did they look like? Maybe we can find them again, or- or at least find someone fitting those descriptions!”

Mobei-Jun tilted his head to the side a bit, studying Shang Qinghua with narrowed eyes. “Small,” he said slowly. “Helpless. Like a baby bird.”

Shang Qinghua’s mouth opened and closed a few times. “Uh, okay. What- What color was their hair? Their eyes? Male, female? When did you last see them?”

Mobei-Jun’s lips thinned as he continued staring at Shang Qinghua. “I see them every day,” he said slowly.

Shang Qinghua felt his excitement dim slightly. Ah, so it was a current crush. Despite being by his king’s side on a daily basis, Shang Qinghua was not aware of this interest of his.

His smile wavered ever so slightly. “Do- Do they know you… feel this way towards them?”

Mobei-Jun’s eyes narrowed further, boring deep into Shang Qinghua’s soul. “…They’re not very perceptive,” he said gravely.

Despite the dull throbbing of his own heart, Shang Qinghua silently comforted Mobei-Jun. Unrequited love was not a good feeling.

“Then my king just needs to be more bold with his advances!” Shang Qinghua encouraged. “Maybe you just need to tell them you like them!”

Mobei-Jun considered it. “I… like you.”

Shang Qinghua nodded. “Just like that, my king!”

Mobei-Jun’s glare grew deeper. Then, he shook his head. “Doesn’t work.”

Shang Qinghua gave a nervous chuckle. “How would you know if you don’t try, my king? Maybe if you spend more time with them, they’ll eventually catch on.”

“More time?” Mobei-Jun asked under his breath.

“Oh, and helping them out would probably show that you care.”

Mobei-Jun nodded slowly. “I see,” he said. “This… will work?”

Shang Qinghua gave him a weak smile that he hoped was encouraging. “Unless your person is a rock, they’ll certainly realize it.”

“Okay,” Mobei-Jun said. “Then, do you… want me to help-”

“Ah!” Shang Qinghua gasped as an amulet around his neck started growing hot. He quickly pulled it out, the red stone glowing dully in his palm. “This servant is late, my king!” he said. “I need to go pick up your new cloak now!”

He gave a hurried bow before scrambling out of the room, the doors slamming shut behind him.

Mobei-Jun sighed in annoyance. “…He’s a rock.”

~~~

Shang Qinghua was running terribly late. He was supposed to go to a specialty shop to pick up a custom cloak of Mobei-Jun’s.

A few weeks ago, Mobei-Jun had dropped a huge monster in front of his desk, blood still spilling from the fresh wound and staining the furs that served as a carpet in his room.

“This is- This is a Frost Flower Tiger Seal?” Shang Qinghua gawked. “What- What does my king want me to do with it this time?” he asked.

Mobei-Jun had recently taken up the habit of hunting rare demonic monsters with pelts that could sell for a fortune or two. And he never told Shang Qinghua what he wanted him to do with them, except he showed extreme offense to Shang Qinghua’s offer of selling them.

So he had no choice but to take the rare pelts and make them into rugs and coats and scarves.

The Fost Flower Tiger Seal’s slick pelt was extremely soft and completely waterproof. It was naturally a deep blue, with black streaks in it, like a tiger’s fur. So Shang Qinghua sent the pelt to a special clothing shop to have them customize a cloak for Mobei-Jun.

However, on the way, Shang Qinghua ran into a couple of demons who were in the process of dragging a poor human girl out of her hut.

“What a pretty little thing,” one of them leered. “Why don’t you come with us and keep us company?”

“Let me go!” she screamed, kicking and thrashing.

“Hey!” Shang Qinghua shouted, glad he brought his sword. It had been a while since he drew it, and he had never been particularly good at fighting in the first place, and he was definitely rusty. He just hoped the threat would scare away the demons.

The other demon sniggered. “Look, another tiny human,” he said. “Let’s take them both.”

Shang Qinghua swung his sword, the weight throwing him off a little bit. He quickly regained his balance, his heart thumping hard in his chest.

If he called out like last time, would Mobei-Jun show up?

Suddenly, both demons’ eyes were glued to Shang Qinghua’s sword. Then, with a mess of senseless apologies, they dropped the girl and ran off faster than Shang Qinghua could figure out what made them run.

It was only afterwards that Shang Qinghua remembered the tassel tied to the end of his sword with Mobei-Jun’s seal on it. Regardless, he gratefully sheathed his sword and rushed to the girl’s side.

“Hey, you really shouldn’t hang around here alone,” Shang Qinghua said, helping her up with a sigh.

The girl huffed. “I had it covered, you know,” she said. She reached into her sleeve and pulled out three needles, obviously coated with a deadly poison.

“Ah,” Shang Qinghua said.

“Thank you anyway,” she said. She looked him up and down. “What’s a human like you doing in the Demon Realm?”

“I could say the same for you.”

“Not human,” she said with a roll of her eyes. “And I’m a travelling merchant. Anyway, I suppose I should repay you somehow. What do you want?” she asked. “I’ve got strength potions, protection charms, cultivation enhancers.”

She seemed to have found all of Shang Qinghua’s weaknesses with just a glance. Each suggestion felt like a small stab at all his lacking points.

“Heh, no need,” Shang Qinghua said, remembering he was on a tight schedule. “I need to get going.”

The girl tilted her head to the side. “Where are you headed? I have a pill that can prolong your stamina. Most use it for sex purposes, but you can use it to travel too,” she said casually, ignoring the way Shang Qinghua coughed lightly.

“Just west,” he said vaguely. “I really should go.”

Finally, the girl sighed. “Fine, fine. I won’t keep you. Here, take some water, at least. You look like you could use it.”

She disappeared into her hut briefly and came back with a small bottle. “It’s a bottle of Replenishing Water,” she said. “As long as you’re thirsty, it will continue to produce water. And it doesn’t take up much space, so it’s perfect for travel.”

Shang Qinghua glanced at the sun. He took the bottle. “Much thanks,” he said quickly. He left before the girl could try pushing any more of her wares onto him.

The Replenishing Water did seem pretty useful though. Shang Qinghua took several sips from the tiny bottle, but every single time, more cool water poured from it. But if Shang Qinghua just tipped the bottle over dry ground, nothing came out.

He briefly wondered who that girl was exactly. But he did not think on it too much because he managed to catch the store just before closing.

“Wait!” he called as the store owner, an elderly demon lady came out to lock up.

“There you are!” she snapped, shoving the door open again.

Shang Qinghua followed her inside, apologizing over and over again for being so late. She grumbled as she went and grabbed the cloak, all wrapped up and boxed nicely. He reached for the money pouch in his robes when suddenly, the elderly demon lady grabbed his wrist.

“Come here,” she commanded.

“Eh?” Shang Qinghua was pulled downwards roughly. She stared at him with her old eyes. “Is- Is everything alright, Madame?”

Suddenly, the usually sour expression on her face softened. “I’ve never noticed before, but… you look like my late husband!”

“Wh-What? You- You have to be mistaken. Madame, I am merely a human servant for my king! How could I-”

“I’m not mistaken!” she exclaimed. “You look exactly like him!” Suddenly, she rushed forward, and Shang Qinghua stepped back, running out of the shop as quickly as he could. “Husband, come back! Your Gui-er has been waiting for you!”

Shang Qinghua did not look back. He ran for a few miles before he collapsed on the side of the road, absolutely exhausted. The sun had nearly set, and he was still a far way from the palace. He had really hoped he could avoid travelling by sword.

But before anything else, Shang Qinghua spent a few minutes chugging from the bottle of Replenishing Water. He felt much better after sitting for a bit and making sure the demon lady was not chasing him.

By then, it was completely dark and walking was no longer an option.

Still, Shang Qinghua was reluctant about riding his sword. He had not been confident about mounting his sword since rescuing Mobei-Jun and nearly killing both of them with his skills.

“Ah, my king,” Shang Qinghua sighed aloud.

“What is it?”

Shang Qinghua wished he could say he did not scream like a little girl and drop the box holding the new cloak.

“My- My king!” Shang Qinghua gasped, his heart doing a rapid staccato dance in his chest. “What- What are you doing here?”

“You called,” Mobei-Jun said sternly, like it explained everything.

“This- This servant was just heading back.”

“It’s late already,” Mobei-Jun said. He picked up the box and opened it. He took out the Frost Flower Tiger Seal cloak and inspected it.

“Does my king approve?” Shang Qinghua asked nervously.

Mobei-Jun rubbed the thick cloak between his fingers. “It’s good,” he rumbled. Then, he draped the heavy cloak over Shang Qinghua’s shoulders and clasped it in front.

“My- My king?”

“Let’s go,” Mobei-Jun said, pulling him in by his waist and opening a portal.

They reappeared in the throne room, and Mobei-Jun led them into the adjoining room that served as his and Shang Qinghua’s office.

Shang Qinghua started to take off the cloak, but a sharp glare from Mobei-Jun stopped him. He left it on instead.

Liked the idea at first. I just felt it would take a longer than a brief one-shot, so I kinda procrastinated and lost interest. Will I come back to this one? Not likely.

#moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #tl;dwrite

[ineffectualdemon]

Baby trap SVSSS au where instead of chasing down Shen Qingqiu willy nilly or even going to Huan Hua Palace he shows up at Qing Jing peak affected by some sort of curse

Of course Shen Qingqiu has to help him and somehow Binghe ends up pregnant with Shen Qingqiu's child.

You could easily make it a fuck or die situation but I think it's funnier if they didn't even fuck. They were fully clothed but some random stupid bullshit caused Binghe to be pregnant

And of course Shen Qingqiu has to take responsibility!

Binghe is smug as shit

He also got the idea because Mobei asked for time off to baby trap Shang Qinghua. Binghe granted it but only if Mobei shared and yes Mobei is now pregnant with Shang Qinghua's baby who is now planning the Bingqiu wedding and his own and freaking out about being a dad and Shen Qingqiu is freaking out and the demon bros are so happy

Moshang gets found out and Shen Qingqiu is like "You are NOT banishing my wedding planner and the person who is organising the nursery extension on my house" and everyone is like...."Ok"

Shang Qinghua is grateful until he finds out he's expected to invite the Peak Lords to his wedding now and then he cries

#svsss #shang qinghua #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #mobei jun #bingqiu #moshang

[spockandawe]

ALSO! New webnovel rec, because I am incapable of reading the quality fanfiction my dear friend harvests and brings back home to feed our family, but am apparently perfectly capable of reading whole novels’ worth of possibly-garbage looking for something edible.

And this wasn’t garbage! I’ve been craving books that scratch the same itch as svsss basically since I finished svsss, but haven’t had much luck tracking down good stuff. Transmigration books aren’t that hard to find, or ones where the transmigrator enters a villain’s body, but I’m really a sucker for that stallion-novel-(straight)-sex-drive-turns-into-single-target-(gay)-sexuality, and finding someone who can execute that in a cute+funny way, but still with moving moments and serious emotional depth... it’s harder. And I do want something distinct from svsss. So in general, I’m still/always on the lookout, but this is the first real success I’ve found, and I like it a lot.

It’s called How To Survive As A Villain, and the premise is that a current-day mild-mannered young ceo type.... gets terminal cancer, and eventually, kills himself. Towards the end, he was reading a webnovel about a stallion novel protagonist who had been a prince, until his kingdom was attacked, his family was killed, and he was captured by the emperor of the attacking kingdom. From there, he endures lots of hardship and torture, falls in love with the emperor’s little sister, eventually escapes and returns to his kingdom, comes back up north with an army, kills the emperor, etc. Eventually he collects a huge-ass harem and unites all the kingdoms under his rule.

WELL, that emperor... is who the main character (Xiao Yu’an) becomes. And the original emperor had been young, new to the throne, hedonistic, openly gay, and..... predatory doesn’t exactly feel like the right word, but it’s not WRONG, and saying No to the emperor is a terrible idea. He’s got a whole wing of gay concubines, some of whom are much more willing to be there than others. Xiao Yu’an is not interested in using the harem in the same way as the original goods, but they’re there, and his tastes are well known, so he’s a little bit stuck with them.

The stallion novel male lead (Yan Heqing) is imprisoned, and is busy suffering away. Xiao Yu’an is a genuinely good egg, and tries to act in as much good faith as possible with everyone around him, which includes trying to do decently by Yan Heqing. However... the northern kingdom is kind of responsible for crushing the southern kingdom and the deaths of Yan Heqing’s whole family, and he is not willing to put that behind him. First notable point of compare and contrast with svsss: Yan Heqing is NOT willing to forgive mistreatment in the same way that Luo Binghe is, and... I love the svsss plot, but this kind of determined resentment was also very tasty.

And the first point of general plot divergence that I hadn’t expected! Yan Heqing tries to kill Xiao Yu’an, and Xiao Yu’an is like STOP STOP STOP, I’M NOT THE EMPEROR, I’M REALLY NOT. And Yan Heqing does not want to believe that, but Xiao Yu’an stops his guards from bursting in on this attempted murder, and is finally like ‘whatever!!!! I already died once, I don’t care anymore!! Screw it, I’m going to bed!!!!!!!!!!’

So that is the turning point for the Yan Heqing to start catching Feelings, and it seems for a while like things will be able to progress happily. But everyone knows that Yan Heqing is the imprisoned prince of an enemy country, and a lot of powerful people are VERY eager to beat him down and/or just eliminate him, and eventually, it becomes clear that he can’t stay, and Xiao Yu’an takes back the intimacy between them (’instead of calling me by name, you should call me ‘your majesty’.’) and sends him back to his home, and settles in to try to take care of his kingdom.

But the book plot presses on, and their kingdom is destined to be defeated in the end. And it was surprisingly sad to read, because a lot of good people try really hard to make things work. And in the end, Xiao Yu’an goes to surrender himself to the approaching army. And oh my god, the MISUNDERSTANDINGS in this book. I do sometimes get impatient with misunderstandings as a plot point, because ‘just! talk!!!!!!!!’ but this book has done a LOVELY job with continually adding new inputs that change the situation without allowing them to sort things out. Both of them think the other one despises him (Xiao Yu’an: of course he hates the ruler of the nation that crushed his home) (Yan Heqing: of course he hates the leader of the army in the process of crushing his home) and Xiao Yu’an eventually makes his escape to a quiet mountain town to live a quiet mountain life while thinking that if Yan Heqing sees him again, he’s definitely going to be killed horribly :’)

The translation isn’t done yet, and I’m wrestling with whether or not I’m desperate enough for mtl or not. The main character is really funny at times, and makes jokes about marxism and management and things that I doubt the mtl has any hope of translating well, but also........... the two leads have just been reunited after a long separation, there is a LOT of heartsickness and pining, fresh misunderstandings, and SO MUCH HEARTSICKNESS! The novelupdates summary was like ‘A takes care of B, and then B takes care of A’, and I’m so impatient for Yan Heqing to start taking care of and protecting Xiao Yu’an. He wants to dote on him so BADLY, and was COMPLETELY rattled the first time he realized he’d been reunited with Xiao Yu’an again. 

And also........ I love mxtx, don’t love the way that she is like ‘yeah, only the two leads are gay, everyone else is str8, except for moshang’, and this book is DEFINITELY not doing that same thing. There are pair of EXCELLENT girlfriends who just got married, and I am definitely shaming the boys for not being even a FRACTION as competent as these ladies are. There’s another side couple that genuinely made me gasp with how sweet they are. And the main character is oblivious when it comes to his own self (though it is established in that in his previous life, he was never able to pin down his own sexuality), but he’s so supportive of everyone else. He falls into very sqq-esque traps of ‘oh, this girl is for the male lead, and nobody else’ and misses the way she’s clearly pining for a lady, but once he does catch a clue, he’s so good!

About half the book is done, and there are some INTERESTING dangling plot threads that I have to assume will come up again, but I have no idea in what capacity. At this point in the original canon, the main character’s First True Love had died, and he kinda fell apart and threw himself into harem-building shenanigans, but we’re past that point in the story now and while the PLOT-plot is moving in approximately the same direction, the emotional plot is completely different. And Yan Heqing has... pretty much made his smooching intentions clear, though we still have to see Xiao Yu’an is going to stop to process that, or if he’s still going to be stuck in panic mode that Yan Heqing wants to torture him. He’s got valid reasons for those worries, even outside just ‘ummm, i read the book’, but Yan Heqing is DESPERATELY devoted now, and I need the translator to translate more, right away, blease, I’m desperate ;u;

#how to survive as a villain #i don't want to *just* compare it to svsss #because it's a very different beast in the end #but i arrived here because of svsss cravings #which makes it a very convenient way to talk about the book #and it goes down so smooth and easy #i love it a lot #suicide mention/

[saysong91]

moshang (sy!sqq pov)

When he transmigrated, he heard the rumors.

An Ding's Peak Lord's betrayal to their sect came way too early. It was whispered among the other Peak Lords, especifically when a cargo went missing or the repairs took too long.

The cannon fodder, Shang Qinghua, decided to betray his sect only a few months before he took in Shen Qingqiu's role.

As an avid reader, and true hater of the original work, this change in the story bothered him a lot, especially since that scum would only help in the darkening of Luo Binghe now that he was an active part of the demonic team.

He needed to keep an ear on what that scummy villain might do in the future.

___

He never expected, of course, that after Sha Hualing's attack to their sect, something worse came knocking at their door.

Well, at Qiong Ding's door. Right in the middle of a meeting.

They were surprised at the sight of a group of yellow robbed cultivators from An Ding, sitting on the grass and holding a sign with some rushed scribbles.

It was a strike.

From then on, An Ding stopped working for any other peak, leaving their sign over the entrance of their mountain, along with their demands.

Better resources and schedules, safety in their journeys, and the return of their Peak Lord. Apparently, and Shen Qingqiu was appaled, Shang Qinghua was actually competent and likeable --at least by these annoying teens--.

He doubted Yue Qingyuan would give in, or any of his martial siblings.

...

After three weeks of strike, it was voted, in unison, that Lord Shang would be accepted back.

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"Shizun... Is he really coming back?", Binghe whispered next to him, looking intently at the entrance of Qiong Ding Hall, were most of An Ding's disciples waited for their Peak Lord's return. They looked well rested and excited, and Shen Qingqiu felt a pang of guilt for every dismissal they received. In three weeks, they had realized their importance and sacrifice. It was only fair to accept each of their demands.

"He is, Binghe. If only for our sect to avoid falling into chaos once more," he fanned himself, waiting for the scum to enter.

At least he could keep an eye on that cannon fodder.

"But... he's married to a demon Lord, is it okay for him to come?"

What?!

It took the system nearly snatching away some of his b points for him to remain calm.

As he was looking for the words, to ask what the fuck had happened... the doors opened.

A retinue of small demons full of horns and teeth, wearing the Mobei Clan's colors, wave way to a man drapped in white furs, dark blue robes made of the finest fabrics, jewelry adoring his neck and head, his hands and falling down the front of his robes, a crown made out of dark ice that wouldn't melt and shone brightly over a head of long brown hair.

That was Shang Qinghua?!

He smiled, less confidently and arrogant as Shen Qingqiu expected, tilting his head and making his earrings dance under the morning light.

"Shang-shidi, glad to have you back"

"It's Lord Shang, or Consort Shang," said one of the demons.

"It's fine, it's fine, I'm...er... their martial brother again", and if he needed any more clarification that this man wasn't the scum villain he had read about... the System tingling in his head and showing him that message, certainly did.

[ Congratulations! You found User_01. You may add him as an ally or enemy ]

Another one?!!!

"You're like me!", the imposter said once they found themselves alone after the meeting.

"Great, so instead of helping Binghe you had to go marry a demon?", he asked. Because seriously! Fucking selfish!

"Hey! My system wouldn't let me interfere too much there.. actually I have free rein over most of stuff except for Binghe or me becoming anything other that a Peak Lord... My marriage...well, it would happen eventually, why should I leave my king waiting so long?", he asked, shamelessly daydreaming.

"You're a worst transmigrator than I thought"

"Hey, I can help you. And Binghe! My husband will be his second in command, you don't think I'd leave my son to fend for himself, right?"

His son?

"What do you mean 'son'?"

He watched, with satisfaction, as the color drained from Shang Qinghua's face.

"Em...well..haha I'm.."

"Who?"

"I'm...the author?"

If it wasn't for the demons waiting outside the door, he might've killed Shang Qinghua right there.

"Fucking selfish author!", he had to make do with his fan against 'Consort Shang's head.

"Stop! I'm helping him on the long run, bro, stop!"

"You better do. I don't care who you're married to, but you better help."

He left, fumming.

Outside, the shadows formed an imposing figure. The An Ding disciples that remained outside the hall, barely blinked. Some even addresed the demon as their shifu's husband.

Behind him, the demon retinue parted for Shang Qinghua to run, shamelessly, flinging his arms around Mobei Jun's neck, as the demon embraced him, and all air of danger shifted for something way too soft for him to understand.

"Shizun..it's possible for a human to love a demon"

Binghe looked at the pair, as Shang Qinghua caressed Mobei Jun's temples, as the demon listened intently to his every word, hands on the Peak Lord's back and eyes softer than he thought possible.

He looked at Binghe, full of complicated feelings reconciling this with what he knew about demons and their affairs with humans.

As a future demon Emperor, he really hoped Binghe would be loved like that too.

"Yes. It's possible, Binghe. Come on, let your shishu and his husband alone." He patted Binghe's fluffy hair and walked down the mountain.

At least, like this, the author would help Binghe in more ways than they thought.

#moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #moshang fic #my fic #svsss fanfic #luo binghe #shen qingqiu

[saysong91]

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Moshang + qi deviated into a child + precanon(?) (after their meeting at the airplane extras)

When SQH closed the door of his new leisure house, he never expected to find a demon suddenly sitting on his bed.

No, even worse.

He never expected a child demon sitting on his bed.

His new teacup falls from his hand, recognizing the demon mark over the child's forehead, the icy glare he became accustomed over the last few days.

"My...my king?"

"You said you'd stay", his voice, his tone, even his words are that of a child! Wtfwtfwtf?!

'System!! What the fuck??!?! Why...Mobei Jun...a child!?!?' He tries not to tremble, afraid to come closer to the bed where the tiny demon swims in his old robes. The ones he mended while MBJ was recovering from Huan Hua's dart.

[ Character Mobei Jun suffered a qi deviation ]

'I KNOW that!! But what do I do with him!?!' Tiny Mobei keeps looking at him, murderously.

[ There's no mission available ]

Of course. Of fucking course! His system had almost let him kill Mobei Jun just a few days ago, what else was he expecting? 'Mission: save the future demon king?' No.

He could let MBJ deal with it alone, be cruel and abandon him just like LGJ had done in the original story. He could and nothing or no one would stop him.

It makes his heart ache. How different it is from what his own family did? Who cares about this child?

"I...I'm sorry, my king!", he kneels down beside the bed, looking at the chubby cheeks and fear barely contained. MBJ, at least the one he met a few days ago, was arrogant and dangerous, not someone who'd show this kind of weakness. Yet here he is, a child in the middle of a cultivation sect, trusting this human becase he has no one else to turn to. His uncle? Probably would kill him or send him back to Huan Hua and the water prison. His father? He never truly cared about MBJ. If he had stayed in the demon realm, he'd be easily trapped or disappeared for political reasons! He truly has no one else but him! "My shixiong found me when I left! I couldn't let him get to you, right? Nor could I show so easily my mask before I started spying for you, my king!"

He smiles, ruffling MBJ's hair without thinking.

They both freeze.

Shit.

"Shut up! Give me food!" and the kid kicks him in the face. It barely hurts! He almost laughs but chooses to go to the kitchens instead. SQH really hopes MBJ's new figure won't last, tho.

...

Waking up bundled in his old robes, in the sheets of his new servant's bed, he looks up, blearily. Ever since suffering from that qi deviation, his thoughts had become fuzzy, his feelings and weaknesses showing at his sleeves. He hates it.

When he portaled away from the inn, suddenly afraid of his new body and being surrounded by humans, he thought of warmth and someone who could protect him. Appearing in SQH's leisure house...that was a surprise even for him.

But he feels protected with him. Safer. In his adult or child form, SQH still cares for him. Gave him food and clothes, even brought him a bath with fresh water.

And MBJ felt warmth for the second time in those few days.

He sits, in An Ding's clothes transformed especially for him, looking at this disciple running around, following his Peak Lord's orders and yet coming back to see if everything is ok.

"I'm bored. Stay", he orders, crossing his incredibly tiny and weak arms. He hates this form, but SQH seems more relaxed around him, more caring in ways he never expected. He brushes his hair every morning and night, brings him sweets and syrup for his shaved ice. He was born a prince, spoiled, but SQH somehow goes further. Still, it isn't enough.

"But... my prince! I have to run some errands and... don't look at me like that! I'm already running out of excuses here! Ah, my shixiongs and shidis really are so nosy, I don't want them knocking at my door because they suspect something! Especially Shen-shixiong," he sees the disciple shivering. Who could be more frightening than himself?

"I'm bored," he repeats, wishing for his tone to be more terrifying. But no. SQH has that stupid smile on his face, the same he shows before coming in front of him and squishing his cheeks. "Insolent!"

"Yeah, yeah, you'll beat me up once you go back to your body, my prince, hehe, but you're so cute!!", without prompting, he kisses MBJ's forehead and just retreats like that.

MBJ is left alone for an hour, heart throbbing in his chest, feeling heat on his cheeks. Embarrassed because he liked that.

Maybe ... he can get more?

..

SQH comes back with fruit and melon seeds, preparing tea and brushing back his hair into a messy bun.

"Take me with you", MBJ said, sitting at the low table, eating. "I'm bored here."

"What?! No, my prince, I can't!"

"Do as I say!", he puffes his cheeks, his secret weapon. Since he doesn't have his handsome looks and dangerous aura, his muscles and full on powers, he has to make do with this. And SQH is easily falling in his trap. Is it that easy? A simple look and he'll do anything for him? Faster than he did during that first week at the inn? Without pleas or complaints or tears ans thigh hugging? Uhm. Interesting.

"Ah, my prince, how can this lowly servant resist to that face?", he pinches his cheeks, smiling softly, "Fine! This servant will find a way," and he kisses his forehead again.

MBJ is conflicted with how much he likes that.

__

"All right, don't show your powers or the make up will be ruined, my prince. I hope my shijies won't notice I stole this from them...", SQH sighs.

MBJ looks at himself in the mirror. Yellow robes over a pair of white pants, brown boots and hair tied with a yellow ribbon. With the make up on, he looks almost human. It's disturbing.

"I'll be going around every peak today, my prince, let me know if you feel tired or any heat and we'll rest, please", he ties his qiankun pouch on his sash, then offers his hand. "Let's go, I'll show you my peak!"

MBJ, grabbing his hand, follows him, thinking how stupid his human is, trusting a demon with these kind of secrets, showing his peak and the rest of the sect, carrying him on his back when he gets tired or can't follow over hundred of steps, when SQH invites him to sit under a magnolia tree, eating some snacks and water while overlooking the peaks.

So stupidly nice, cute.

Disturbingly cute and caring.

That night, he lets SQH sleep on the bed and just embraces him in his sleep. It isn't like that night at the inn, SQH draped around his body, snoring softly against his chest, looking for his protection. Quite the opposite, and MBJ feels himself relax further despite the heat.

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When he wakes up, he finds himself naked, in his adult body once again, still clinging to SQH. Somehow, his qi deviation is finally cured. Somehow, he knows it has everything to do with SQH's care and protection. His human demonstrated that he could be trusted.

"Sleep, my prince," he mutters, snoring ligthly, hands pinching his not-so-round cheeks and kissing his forehead again. He can get used to it.

No, MBJ will make sure to have this from now on.

"Sleep, Shang Qinghua", he orders, burying his head in the hollow of SQH's neck, breathing him in.

He doesn't trust humans, but SQH is different.

Will be his after his courting.

Three times a day, perfect for SQH to realize his growing feelings soon enough.

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SQH is stupid. And scared after waking up with a very naked, very muscled and well endorsed MBJ, clinging to him. He's so...so surprised, face burning and eyes wandering down down before he can help himself.

Shit.

"You're finally awake," MBJ says as if he wasn't just waking up too! And so aloof, like this is nothing! Maybe not for a demon, but he feels hot under his collar.

"I...I...yes, my king! Ah, how may this servant help you? I... eh...I washed your robes! I'll...yess, I'll bring them back, haha, wait a little...", MBJ grabs his wrist, a smirk plastered on his face. Oh no. He's dead. He shouldn't have pinched his cheeks!

He feels quite sorry after MBJ beats him up that morning.

"We'll continue later", he says, smug.

'Please, don't!!'

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SQH is stupid, and it takes years for him to understand MBJ's true feelings. Maybe he should've qi deviated again and just showed his feelings the same way weak humans do for SQH to understand his courting.

(fin)

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#moshang #moshang fic #mobei jun #shang qinghua #svsss fanfic #my fic #SAYTWTFILLPROMPTS #twt fill prompts #baby mobei jun