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delicioussshame · 2 years

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The poly wip is killing me guys.

Luo Binghe doesn’t know how to feel when he crosses paths with Shang Qinghua.

He’s never been intercepted so close to his goal before. Mobei-Jun's guards and servants aren’t allowed this deep into his quarters this late.

Shang Qinghua isn’t another one of Mobei-Jun's servants. He’s his lover, and Shizun’s friend. If anyone other than Luo Binghe were to be found here, it would be him.

Still, why is he here? Since he wasn’t in his bed when Luo Binghe returned, Shen Qingqiu must be here. Thus, Shang Qinghua cannot have been sharing Mobei-Jun's bed. He should be resting in his own room, away from his own lover and Luo Binghe’s husband.

Luo Binghe cannot imagine how he feels about this fact. He has gathered from the time he has spent around him and from Shen Qingqiu’s musings on the subject that Shang Qinghua isn’t opposing it because he thinks that’s what’s best for Mobei-Jun. This is something Luo Binghe can definitely understand. He would do anything for Shen Qingqiu.

But being banished to let Shen Qingqiu sleep with another? It’s a scenario Luo Binghe has feared for too long to allow. Shizun is blind to others’ interest in him, so he doesn’t realise how easy it would be for him to find someone else if he were so inclined. Liu Qingge and Yue Qingyuan would certainly jump at the chance. No, leaving Shen Qingqiu in the arms of someone Luo Binghe can trust, someone who will take care of his husband while respecting Luo Binghe’s claim in all things, someone even willing to also welcome Luo Binghe himself, is much, much better.

Shang Qinghua doesn’t have this. When his lover is busy with Shen Qingqiu, he must leave.

Luo Binghe has never given Shang Qinghua’s place in this much thought. Shang Qinghua is the one who involved himself after the fact. He shouldn’t have done so if he wasn’t agreeable to it.

It’s harder to remember this here, in the darkness of the night, so close to the door separating them both from the other half of their heart. Hard to think it fair, that Luo Binghe will pass that door and join both of them, while Shang Qinghua will continue on to his cold, lonely bed.

Luo Binghe shakes these thoughts away. It’s not like there are other options. He’s already being extremely magnanimous, giving another man access to Shen Qingqiu. It’s sad for Shang Qinghua, who, as Shizun’s friend, deserves to be treated better, but there is no other way. Plus, as far as he knows, his bashful husband has no desire to further his extramarital escapades.

Shang Qinghua jumps out of his frozen contemplation. “I’m sorry! I just forgot a book I needed for work!” He brandishes said book between them as if it were a shield. “I certainly was not going to visit your husband, not at all, why would you even think that? I’m leaving now. Goodbye!”

Luo Binghe grabs the man’s arm before he can escape. “Wait.”

He can almost hear Shang Qinghua cringe. “What is it, my lord?”

Luo Binghe gestures toward the door. “I know you don’t mind Shizun’s presence, but I’m also going to join them.”

“I, huh, know. Shen Qingqiu told me.”

Luo Binghe blinks. “He did? I can’t see him admitting this out loud.”

“Well, he didn’t really, but I figured it out. His lack of response when I asked was all the answer I needed.”

Knowing his husband, Shen Qingqiu must have been mortified. “And you don’t mind?”

Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Not especially. The only person you really want is Shen Qingqiu. Mobei-Jun is an accessory. A trusted one, but an accessory nonetheless. Not exactly threatening.” He pales. “Uh, no offense intended.”

“None taken. You’re right in that Shen Qingqiu is all I really care about.” Luo Binghe wouldn’t go so far as to call Mobei-Jun an accessory, but he would never court him. It’s interesting that Shang Qinghua can tell this plainly, and be this at ease with the knowledge.

Shang Qinghua rubs the back of his head, obviously uncomfortable. “So, I’ll leave you to it?”

“Go.”

Shang Qinghua runs away without another word.

Luo Binghe turns his attention back to more important matters: Shen Qingqiu waiting for him.

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He keeps thinking about it.

It’s downright annoying. Luo Binghe doesn’t like thinking about anything other than Shen Qingqiu. It’s a waste of time. He has to, because he has a realm to rule, but he doesn’t enjoy it. But Shang Qinghua? Why care about his feelings? Because he’s important to Shizun? Because he’s the one Mobei-Jun chose? Are those reasons enough for Luo Binghe to wonder, even for a few moments, if he has the right to keep a man from their own partner? Because he does. He��s the ultimate ruler of this realm. His word is literally law. If he wanted, he could demand Shang Qinghua never darken his palace’s door again and no one, not even Mobei-Jun, could say anything against it.

Well, Shizun could and would, and Luo Binghe would revoke his edict because of it, so it’s pointless. Plus, he would not actually do it. He would never say he is close to the peak lord of An Ding, but he has gotten to know him better while they were both working on making this world easier on Shizun. While he wouldn’t call himself fond of the man, he has no interest in making his life harder. Not to mention Mobei-Jun would be very displeased.

Probably.

Would he? He’s obviously fine with considering his own lover second best. Luo Binghe never gave this a second thought, because when given the option of having Shen Qingqiu, saying no is impossible. But once you start to consider Shang Qinghua’s point of view, it gets muddled for Luo Binghe. He can’t imagine treating Shen Qingqiu this way.

He can’t imagine ever wanting to.

So that’s what had been bothering Shizun. Luo Binghe had mostly thought his worries on the matter pointless, because if Mobei-Jun had decided to cut Shang Qinghua off, he’d still be coming up on top, and he wouldn’t stop seeing Shen Qingqiu because no one would. Luo Binghe hadn’t considered Shang Qinghua because the man had been insignificant to him. Who cared about his fate? Shen Qingqiu is his one and only priority. Mobei-Jun isn’t unimportant, but not someone near and dear to Luo Binghe.

How did Shen Qingqiu rationalise this? He must have, or they wouldn’t be where they are now.

Maybe if he talks this through with Shizun, he’ll stop being inconvenienced by the memory of Shang Qinghua returning to his quarters by himself, and will ascertain whether this is still a thorn in his beloved’s side.

This won’t be an easy conversation, so Luo Binghe will make sure Shen Qingqiu is in a receptive mood before he brings it up.

“Bingh- Binghe!”

Luo Binghe is certain that his heart will race just like this when Shen Qingqiu calls his name in that tone, a hundred years from now.

He fuels his renewed enthusiasm in a powerful thrust, sending Shen Qingqiu’s hips flying off the bed in his haste to meet him.

Their mouths meet artlessly, too eager for a taste of the other to bother with finesse.

Luo Binghe keeps his eyes wide open, drinking in the sight of his husband on the verge of ecstasy, too close to preserve his famed dignity. He revels in Shen Qingqiu’s hands holding out to him so tightly he’ll be bruised for days, and in his tight heat luring him in.

He almost falters when Shen Qingqiu comes, pretty eyes wet and voice sore and so beautiful in his pleasure it hurts to look at him, but he remains steadfast, eyes locked to his beloved’s until he, too, cannot stand him a moment longer.

“Binghe was insistent tonight. Did something happen?”

Luo Binghe would shake his head if he did not risk dislodging Shizun resting close to his heart. “Nothing of the sort. I just wanted to remind Shizun I could be more than enough for him.”

If Shen Qingqiu had been less tired, he would have hit him.

Luo Binghe would have welcomed it. This is one of those things his husband does not wish to try, despite Luo Binghe’s assurance that he would happily take anything his shizun would give him.

“I’ve never doubted it!”

Luo Binghe thrills. “Never? Not even a passing thought?”

“No! Why would I?”

Desire isn’t logical. Shen Qingqiu wouldn’t need a reason, even if he has Luo Binghe himself. “I did provide him with another bed partner, after all. Maybe he let his imagination run wild.”

Instead of the reproach he’d been expecting, he gets a kiss, tender and chaste, all the answer he needs.

Shizun always knows when he needs reassurance.

He’s never loved someone more, and he never will.

He asks only after his heart quieted down. “Do you think Mobei-Jun loves Shang Qinghua?”

Shen Qingqiu blinks, obviously taken by surprise by the sudden change in topic. “I wouldn’t presume to know for a fact, but he must think so. Why else would he have chosen him?”

Indeed. “And he doesn’t mind casting him aside when you want him?”

Shen Qingqiu winces. “I’m sure that’s not how he sees it.”

“How else could he see it? I would never treat Shizun that way. He can’t care about Shang Qinghua that much.”

Luo Binghe feels Shen Qingqiu’s sigh caressing his chest. “Binghe is exceptional. Most people don’t love the way he does.”

Luo Binghe frowns. “I don’t understand. What does Shizun mean?”

“People can love their partner and not want them to be the center of their universe. They might not want to spend every minute of every day with them. That doesn’t mean they don’t love them.”

Shen Qingqiu would never lie to Luo Binghe, but nothing about this makes sense to him. “Are you sure they love each other then? I never want to be apart from Shizun.”

“Neither do I, but, as I said before, it’s not my place to dictate Mobei-Jun’s feelings. You’d have to ask him.”

This is not the kind of conversation he wants to have with his underling. “Still, even if Shang Qinghua feels the same and doesn’t mind being separated, it’s not like he himself has someone else to turn to. Shizun once admitted he hated the idea of sharing me. Isn’t Shang Qinghua put in this position?”

There it is. The pause, the stillness. Shen Qingqiu knows, and he doesn’t like it. “Well, maybe, but he agreed to it. There’s not much we can do about that, is it? I told him I would back off, I told Mobei-Jun I would back off, and neither took me on it.”

Luo Binghe steadies himself, tries to control his innate jealousy for a few moments and asks the question that’s been haunting him since that night. “Isn’t there something you could do about that?”

Puzzlement. “What?”

A deep inspiration. “If Shang Qinghua didn’t leave, the same way I join you when I return.”

Shen Qingqiu freezes.

His husband is too smart for the thought not to have crossed his mind. He has to have considered it at least once. Must have wondered what it would be like, to be caught between Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun. Not being the cause of dissension between the people he cares about, but a reason for them to be together.

“Binghe. You’re shaking.”

Luo Binghe stares at his trembling hand, curious. He is. Why?

Shen Qingqiu pulls Luo Binghe even closer.

Luo Binghe follows.

“You know I don’t want anyone but you. You’re my husband. Just because it’s your idea doesn’t mean you can’t end it if it’s too much for you.”

Luo Binghe takes a moment to consider it. Shen Qingqiu, his and his alone again. No one to complicate their marriage anymore. Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun left to their own devices.

It’s not unappealing, but it’s not what he wants either. He is more at ease knowing there is someone by Shen Qingqiu’s side when Luo Binghe can’t be. Not to mention that he, like Shang Qinghua, thinks the relationship is beneficial for Shen Qingqiu.

Would lifting the burden that Shang Qinghua’s absence creates also be beneficial to him? They, after all, share a bond no one else can provide.

Their relationship has never had romantic undertones, and, as far as Luo Binghe can tell, they’re not attracted to each other. Shen Qingqiu might not want this at all. “Shizun is very kind, but that’s not what I asked.”

“You said no. It’s no. I would never go behind your back.”

“But if I allowed it? Would you?”

Shen Qingqiu pulls away to look at him properly. “Binghe, you’ve made your fears very clear before. I’m not going to be with someone else.”

Shen Qingqiu is deflecting. That’s… not good. “I just want to understand Shizun better. I promise whatever he says, I’ll accept.” He won’t tell him anything he won’t want to hear, will him? Shizun loves him. He’s always so careful with him.

“I… It’s really not like that between Shang Qinghua and I. Very, very much not like that. I’ve never thought of him as a potential partner, and I never would have if not for… the very particular circumstances we’re all caught in. I do believe this whole setup is unfair on him, but at the end of the day it’s not my place to interfere if they’re both fine with it. If, somehow, you were to give me permission to involve him, I… am not sure what I would do. Think about it a lot, probably. Talk to Shang Qinghua about it too, because we both know Mobei-Jun would be more than fine with it. But it’s not something I dream of for myself, if that’s what Binghe is afraid of. Shang Qinghua could never hope to replace him.”

Luo Binghe will never have enough of Shen Qingqiu reminding him how important he is to him. “Thanking Shizun for his reply and reassurance. All I wanted was to hear his thoughts. He can put this out of his mind now.” Not that Luo Binghe thinks he will. Now that he has opened that door, Shen Qingqiu will ponder the question until he arrives at an answer he’s satisfied with.

At which point he will confront Luo Binghe about it, and then, they’ll have to figure out what to do about it.

#Scum Villain #The Scum Villain Self Serving System #BingQiu #but also not really #The MoShen Thing

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crimsonrainseekingflower · 2 years

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8, 19, and 35 😈

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

“Who allowed you onto Qing Jing Peak?” Luo Binghe demands.

“One of the girls from my book club. I'm very popular with human women.” Tianlang-jun manages to crack the door wider by a smidge. “Is your husband home?”

“No.”

“Binghe,” calls Shen Qingqiu, voice slightly muffled from inside the house. “Who's at the door?”

“Your favorite father-in-law!” Tianlang-jun eagerly responds at the same time Luo Binghe says, “Nobody.”

Measured footsteps precede Shen Qingqiu’s presence. He calmly peeks over Luo Binghe's shoulder. “This doesn’t look like nobody to me.”

"Hello, Peak Lord Shen. Be a dear and let us in before Luo Binghe takes my arm off again, will you?"

i chose a snippet from this fic because i like how snappy the dialogue is while also keeping all three speaking characters present.

19. Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse?

the moon 🌙

35. Would you ever kill off a canon character?

yes! but not randomly. i'm a stickler for canon so if i kill off a character then there has to be something that intrigues me about an AU where that character dies.

for example, i'm working on a fic where HHPM is killed by our beloved snake boy before his canon demise. the potential changes to canon interest me so I'm having fun exploring it 💕

#ask meme #luukeskywalker

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phoenixtakaramono · 3 years

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The Untold Tale - ch4 (Preview IV?)

Author Notes: I am suffering from romance overload, but finally I was able to drag Bing gē back to the plot at hand. (To be fair, my notes for this chapter was originally planned in SY’s POV for this second half of the dreamscape, so shifting it to LBH’s POV did change some things tonally....) Case in point, we transition from something like this:

Crossing the final threshold, the moment their feet touched the glazed roof tiles of a pagoda, the pathway sealed itself behind them. The darkness dispersed, a curtain of red falling over the sky.

Luo Binghe glanced around, peering over the curved eaves to see below. They were at least ten thousand chi up from the ground. Their long hair swayed, and white robes and pelt fluttered.

They had arrived at the topmost tier of what appeared to be a building constructed high enough to pierce the clouds, standing aloft as if in midair. Constructed of wood joinery and masonry, the tower bore a passing resemblance to the ancient Huangfei Pagoda where the fabled white snake spirit, Bai Suzhen, had once been imprisoned.

From their vantage, they could see everything. The ominous blood red sun was setting in the horizon, granting the impression that the world had been swallowed up by a sea of fire. The green mountains and trees were black silhouettes painted in the burnt orange sky.

The harsh sound of clashing metal pierced the eardrums.

Guttural, desperate yells shook the earth from faraway.

His instincts on high alert, he glanced over to his side. In the distance, he’d keenly sensed a thick shroud of killing intent. It was a familiar iron stench of blood that permeated the air, overpowering and hitting the back of one’s throat.

This is an illusion mimicking the frontier of war…?

A hand glided to Shen Yuan’s shoulder. He formed a gentle smile when Shen Yuan glanced over curiously. “Since Shizun wishes for me to observe, then shall we sit?”

“Sit? Sit where—?”

No sooner had he asked, the question died on Shen Yuan’s lips when Luo Binghe exerted pressure. Like snow falling off a branch, his knees folded and Luo Binghe guided him down to the roof tiles.

He was still speechless when Luo Binghe impulsively took a seat behind him. A sharp jawline nudged the top of Shen Yuan’s head. Their thighs were pressed together as their feet dangled off the edge of the roof. Shen Yuan seemed to realize Luo Binghe had taken advantage of his daze to pull him between his legs.

It was also the second time they’d embraced. As a lofty immortal, Shen Yuan had likely never experienced such brazenness from another person. His back was like a stiff wooden board against Luo Binghe’s chest.

“This lord does not mean to offend,” Luo Binghe spoke, securing his arms around Shen Yuan’s midsection—so that he could not escape. He assessed the long and sturdy body for any signs of discomfort. “This being Shizun’s dream, this lord dares not interfere and conjure illusions without permission. This lord respectfully presents his body instead to protect Shizun’s white robes from becoming dirtied.”

Silence prevailed.

Luo Binghe was undaunted by the lack of response; he knew his performance was flawless. He’d perfectly imitated the naïveté of an earnest young man who knew he’d somehow wronged a peerless existence but wanted to do good, rousing sympathy and leniency in the heart despite his excessive actions.

“Didn’t one also say that skinship was necessary?” Luo Binghe challenged. “That it would be safer by your side?”

“...You. You have a lot of courage throwing one’s words back to their face.” Just like how stone was weathered by the seasons, bit by bit, the tension had receded from Shen Yuan’s muscles. The corners of his mouth began to lift. “You are so unpredictable.”

“For a fortuneteller to find one unpredictable, one must be an exceptional person.”

“En. A very exceptional man.”

A departure from his shock from earlier, it seemed Shen Yuan had managed to find amusement in Luo Binghe’s impudence this time.

“I concede to having said that,” Shen Yuan admitted, tilting his head so that he could catch the side of Luo Binghe’s face. His expression was understanding—much more than understandingly. It was one of those rare smiles with a quality of making one feel an irrational sense of accomplishment knowing they were the cause of it. ��I know you’re making fun of me. But for somebody like you to find the courage to say such lighthearted words to me, you must want us to become even closer. Right now, I can’t help feeling somewhat gratified. Luo Binghe, you really know how to be deliberate and conniving. It’s actually a relief. I don’t feel disappointed.”

Dangerous. This was dangerous.

In the wind, Shen Yuan’s voice had neither been low nor domineering, but it was a weapon that could appease others while sounding firm. One could detect the underlying maturity in his tone of voice, filled with an assuredness that made one admire and feel at ease being in his presence.

In his simple white robe, appearing pure and unyielding, there was an immense temptation being presented to Luo Binghe. Especially with the both of them in varying undressed states and with their newfound proximity, Luo Binghe came to the startling realization that he had set himself up to suffer.

Author Notes (Cont.): ...To something like this (I couldn’t find a good Chinese emperor GIF to encapsulate the mood, so have this one from a popular period C-drama):

Three fingers were held up. “You have three enemies in your life; you will only need to deal with two. Fēijī gē is one. The son of heaven is another. Since the edict has already been declared, you already know the current emperor will stop at nothing to eradicate your people and come for your head. With his personality, a ceasefire cannot be negotiated. What you’re seeing is only a small preview of what to expect.”

Luo Binghe’s gaze followed the trek of a long white sleeve rolling down a pale forearm. Shen Yuan was gesturing to the ferocious battle taking place below. From their height on the pagoda, the violence almost seemed trifling—like two colonies of ants fighting. Luo Binghe could begin to understand why in their legends that the heavenly immortals presented a wall of indifference, being so far removed from the Mortal Realm.

His smile vanished, replaced with something coldblooded and calculating. With the friendly pretense lowered, the savage callousness belonging to a demon was exposed.

Nosing the white hair, Luo Binghe murmured quietly, “This lord will ensure the emperor’s wings are clipped.”

Of the reports presented by his generals, Mobei jūn and Sha Hualing, the Xùmù Emperor had apparently declared the bounty on Luo Binghe’s head during cháo tíng—a court assembly—on account of his imperial chancellors pressuring him after hearing news of the annihilation of three of the four great sects. Furthermore, there had been a prediction that a great betrayal would bring about the downfall of the dynasty, with their great emperor being deposed.

If the report had stopped at that, Luo Binghe wouldn’t have been so infuriated that all of the official documents and writing utensils had been sent careening off the low table.

Sha Hualing, feeling aggrieved for her husband, had blurted that the low-ranked chancellor she’d interrogated claimed the emperor had been enraged, denouncing Luo Binghe to be no more than a dirty mutt who bit the hand that fed him.

An investigation launched into his origins had unearthed his hometown. As the son of a washerwoman, Luo Binghe was unqualified to take the throne from the imperial bloodline. Moreover, he was a wicked demon who had hid his true nature to deceive humans. Betraying the Cang Qiong Mountain sect, turning his back on humankind, the cultivator that was Luo Binghe was the antithesis of filial piety. Such actions demonstrated a lack of compassion and loyalty.

To prevent calamity, it was passed through imperial edict that the Demon Realm’s Sacred Ruler and his clans must be eradicated. His continued existence was equivalent to treason.

While Luo Binghe had not yet decided on which method of execution to mete out on the Xùmù Emperor, he would make sure to have him live through the last of his days in humiliation and excruciating torment.

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Author Notes: Chinese era names were used for various dynasties and regimes for the purpose of year identification and numbering. I hesitate to reference actual historical eras, so I’d decided to use 序幕 (xùmù) which means “prelude/ prologue”—which I thought to be funny since the meta function of having the “Xùmù Emperor'' is to be the precursor/ “curtain raiser” to LBH. …“Uninspired” naming convention fits the theme of PIDW and SVSSS though, right? Haha.

Note, previews I-IV are from earlier drafts so some details are subject to change when the final draft is posted to AO3.

Link to ch 1-3 is in the pinned post of my profile!

#svsss #scumbag system #bingyuan #bingqiu #luo bingge #the scum villain's self saving system #the untold tale #phoenixtakaramono #preview #chapter preview

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spockandawe · 3 years

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1, 2, 3!

Ooh, let’s see!

1. Tell us about your current project(s) – what’s it about, how’s progress, what do you love most about it?

Okay, so I have tabs open for several likely wips where inspiration might strike at any time, but my big focus right now is in the fic I refer to interchangeably as ‘diet bingge’ or ‘bingge lite’. I hit a wall for a little while, but I’m trying to get back into it. This is (one of) my svsss feynite-inspired aus of aus situations. And it’s basically here, because I love all the svsss characters a LOT, and it is remarkably hard to keep them all alive and happy, not in the least because one of my biggest faves (shen jiu) technically dies before he ever appears. Also, I multiship like whoa, and the scope of a jianghu setting intimidates me, so the iwywmh dreamer-in-the-spring-boudoir-based harem setting.... it is a good fit for me.

So! My initial impulse. In the iwywmh “canon” setting, shen qingqiu gets killed by luo binghe, kinda... accidentally. An ‘I didn’t realize my own strength’ situation, after they’ve had a horrible falling out and shen qingqiu’s marriage has been effectively destroyed. My initial impulse was ‘but what if he.... didn’t die, though’

It opens up a really interesting story is what happens!!!

Because, okay. I’m not going to rehash all of the original story’s backstory, because it’s So Much, feynite’s fics and comments are packed full of solid gold. But in this situation, Shen Qingqiu has watched his marriage dissolve out from under him, and he’s heartbroken and furious, and just got framed (partly by binghe) for the death of his husband’s baby-in-progress (with another man). He’s lost everything he valued most. He no longer has a will to live. Binghe, on the other hand, is kinda horrified at what he just almost did, because he hates his shizun, definitely, but also.... shizun is the most important person to him. So with that tweak, I’ve saddled him with a Shen Qingqiu who he just almost killed, who has no will of his own to keep going, and he’s trying to make his way in the world.

Also liu qingge is there, and also shen sha yuan eventually, and they’re all important, but the shen jiu + binghe dynamic is the core of this story for me. Because what happens is that they kind of despise each other, but also.... Shen Jiu accidentally makes Binghe a much, much better person. He’s not nearly as soft as the Binghe of the original fic, but he’s not the Bingge of the original fic either, not by a long shot. And the emotional balance is fraught for some time, and is slow to get more healthy, but my boy gets there! And it’s kind of a situation like the last svsss verse I posted, where I was like ‘wow, I have no idea who will be willing to take this trip with me, but I tripped into a concept I find fascinating, and I hope people will join me’

This is the first story I’ve written in a long time where I’m letting myself diverge sharply from a flowing narrative with the minimum number of povs. I actually have to take like 20k of wip out of second person, because I’ve got like four major povs I need to bounce between constantly (binghe, shen jiu, liu qingge, shen yuan) and one or two side povs I need to flush out other bits of story (shang qinghua and maybe mobei-jun) (outside chance of liu mingyan too, goddd). I just made the decision a few days ago to split this into chapters, so I’d be able to post something soonish, but I did stall out for a while, because the scope is pretty overwhelming. And in the end, I’m not even sure it will work as A Narrative, because I don’t even know how it concludes, but I’m working on making my peace with that XD I’ve got close to 30k in a document, and still ages to go, so I badly want to pull it into a shape I can share, but.... it’s so much story, hahaha XDD

(my document with working notes for this is ‘SHIZUN GET BACK HERE AND GRADE MY FINAL PROJECT’, which also lives in my head rent-free as a working fic title. actually titling this fic is going to be a bear)

2. Tell us about what you’re most looking forward to writing – in your current project, or a future project

Oh, hmm. I think... If I’m sticking to projects where I actually can picture the scenes in question, I think I’ll have to go with the xuexiao wip that I’m going to return to any day, I swear, where I get into the actual dialog of the humiliation kink. It’s going to be a really interesting emotional balance, which is part of why I’ve been putting it off (I need to be in just the right mood, y’know?), but I’ll be in Xue Yang’s head, and I want to roll around in the way he gets to let loose with his crueler impulses, and the satisfaction that comes with it... plus a side serving of emotional self-harm, because he’s got extremely mixed feelings about making Xiao Xingchen hurt, and this is showing him all the ways he could dig the knife in deeper, which is theoretically what Xiao Xingchen agreed to, but is Xue Yang even enjoying this anymore??? Anyways, I love a good excuse to write top drop. Some of the top drop is written so far, but I’ll have to edit it based on how the scene itself plays out

3. What is that one scene that you’ve always wanted to write but can’t be arsed to write all of the set-up and context it would need? (consider this permission to write it and/or share it anyway)

Oh my god, I want to write the whole peak lord liu mingyan au, but it’s another one where I don’t have a narrative so much as a whole bunch of sequential moments in a story. But I am COMPLETELY committed to giving Shen Jiu a happier life, and if that means flipping the liu siblings around so that Liu Qingge is Luo Binghe’s peer (and drags him up the hill to Bai Zhan Peak instead of Qing Jing), and they are both shamelessly corrupting Shen Qingqiu’s favorite disciple, Shen Yuan, then... I’ll....... try to do it. Eventually :X If I had to pick a single scene, it would probablyyyy be the aftermath of this version of the abyss (the focus is the shen jiu + liu mingyan frenemyship, but the background is bingliushen)

But also, I want to write the canon version, where people accuse Shen Jiu of creeping on women for violently unfair reasons, and where he’s unfairly blamed for Peak Lord Liu Mingyan’s death in the Lingxi Caves, but now there’s an additional flavor of ‘well I bet she rejected him, and he took his anger out on her’ and he very bitterly doesn’t even try to defend himself, because nobody will believe him anyways. And I want to write the fic itself, where her natural big sister energies are exactly what he needs and can never never never admit out loud, and where she’s a comforting presence that he would never admit to needing.

I have no idea what this fic would even look like, physically! None at all I want it to just Exist, but it’s looking like I have to write it, which means I need to figure out how to write it, and none of this is fair :’)

#ask memes #spock replies #long post/#svsss #veliseraptor

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mirai-eats · 4 years

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Rewind and Start Over:: Mid-Afternoon

Bingqiu, rated M, 5,381 words, part 3/5, Incomplete

Angst, Suicidal Thoughts, Suicide Attempt, re-transmigration, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rating May Change

Modern science is so good it kept a dead man alive.

Shen Yuan is dragged forward but his feet are stubbornly digging in the ground. Luo Binghe is running as fast as he can to catch up.

Luo Binghe is adjusting and Shen Yuan is conflicted.

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It was a douse of hot water to find Binghe standing at his door, towered above in his midnight black glory, his hair even wilder than he could recall and redwood eyes sunk deep into his tired face. He was frozen in the spot, had half out as if he wanted more than anything to grab Shen Yuan and pull him back into his arms. He wanted him to do it.

“Sh-shizun?” Luo Binghe said hesitantly. His face. He has a different face, one that could not hide his emotions as well as Shen Qingqiu’s naturally cold mask.

“Binghe, it’s me,” Shen Yuan gulped and shakily climbed to his feet. After all this time, after all the waiting, he was finally here to take him back but only after he’d finally fixed his gaze to the approaching horizon instead of checking every second to see if Luo Binghe had followed him. The luggage his sister had bought him was sitting as a painful reminder in the living room; of how he was paying to leave Luo Binghe behind for good. “It’s Shizun.” He pulled his spine taught, and fixed his best cool and collected immortal Shen Qingqiu mask over his face. He’d been practicing, but he wasn’t nearly as good as the original.

There was a moment before the dams broke and tears flooded Luo Binghe’s eyes and his face scrunched up in what would be an ugly, twisted mess, but he was still very handsome. “Shizun!” He sobbed and with all his demon strength, he gathered Shen Yuan into his arms and held him close. “Shizun, Shizun, Shizun!”

Ignoring the painful cracking of his spine, he reached up and wrapped his arms around Luo Binghe’s broad shoulders, the width spanning larger than he remembered and his head pressed firmly into his chest. His original body is smaller than Shen Qingqiu’s, less lean and more skin on bones and vertically challenged, perhaps that’s why he felt so large. Luo Binghe was bigger than him before but now it felt as if he was being wrapped in a sticky, heated Binghe blanket.

“Binghe I-” he choked off, his heart overflowing with the year and a half he spent missing, yearning, for him.

“Is it really you, Shizun?”

“It’s me, I promise it’s me.”

Luo Binghe seemed to sink into him, letting his wound-up joints relax and rested his weary weight on Shen Yuan’s body. His hands gripped the back of his jacket so tight, shaking with unbridled emotions, Shen Yuan swore it might tear the fabric.

The words he wanted to say were caught in his throat. The nights he had spent staring up at his pale ceiling with the street lights ruining the opaque night and the seamless noise pollution disrupting however much sound of Binghe’s voice he could recollect. Hours and days and weeks and months spent with a weight on his chest that he couldn’t pull off and now it was forced into his lungs waiting for him to-

To do what?

Tears blurred his vision. He wants Shen Qingqiu’s face back.

They pulled each other into Shen Yuan’s room, which he noticed was much neater than when he’d left it that morning. Finals were just beyond the horizon and the looming threat had left him careless in taking care of himself and his space. He only caught a glimpse of it before Luo Binghe had walked them back to the bed and tumbled down onto the Tempurpedic mattress, sinking into he duvet with a soft gasp of surprise from Luo Binghe. His body was still pressed firmly against Shen Yuan’s, arms wrapped around his narrow frame with no will to let him go.

Simply relishing in their warmth was what they needed right now. Shen Yuan stroked his tear-stained cheeks and brushed stray locks from his brow, the glimmering demon mark tempted him to bring his lips down to a soothing kiss, which he gave into easily, to the first kiss in so, so long. Luo Binghe sighed into his hold, his eyes fluttering under his tender touch, long fingers stroking a pattern in the small of Shen Yuan’s back.

Neither wanted to break the peace and neither dared to try.

---

It was later after Shen Yuan let his heavy head rest on Luo Binghe’s warm chest and dozed for a bit did he curse the phone alarm that went off to remind him to get ready for work. Luo Binghe half sat up with him and glared at the phone in his hand.

“Give me a second, Binghe,” Shen Yuan painfully extracted himself from Luo Binghe’s warmth. “I need to clear something up.”

He stepped out of the room, leaving the door open and himself in view for Binghe’s sake and quietly called his work to use up a little of his sick hours to ditch his short closing shift. With an apology, he hung up and went back into the room. He finally peeled off his jacket, his skin feeling toasty from intensely cuddling Binghe. He crawled back into bed and felt Binghe’s eyes lingering on his exposed arms.

“What?” He asked, flushing under his gaze.

“This place, tell me about it,” Luo Binghe said slowly. “It’s… different. You’re different.”

Ah. “I- well, you’ve probably figured it out but this is where I’m from.”

Luo Binghe nodded. “Shang Qinghua told me you two transmigrated into our world he wrote, but that’s it.”

Shen Yuan breathed, sitting up from his warmth and proceeded to tell Luo Binghe everything. The System isn’t here to deduct points as he’s technically offline, so he was free to tell him everything that’s been gnawing at his bones since day one. His old life as Shen Yuan, a second-generation third son with too much time on his hands and a heart too weak to keep him going, his brutal curses and a fading death that lead him to rewrite the novel. His requirements, the tasks he had to complete.

Luo Binghe was crying, full-blown sobs toward the end when he told him about how he had no choice but to push him and Bingge came from a System punishment meant to kill him originally.

“If Shizun had asked,” he wept, “I would have jumped into the Endless Abyss a thousand times and more if its to save you.”

“I couldn’t,” Shen Yuan wiped away his hot tears. These weren’t his crocodile tears used to pull and push Shen Yuan around. “That was dangerous, too. The condition of the System is that I must never speak of it and never imply your world was a novel or I would have died again.”

“The other Shen Qingqiu, from the other me’s world,” Luo Binghe started. “Is…?” He could almost see the original good’s limbless, blind body dangling reflecting in Luo Binghe’s star shine eyes.

Shen Yuan nodded. “Yes. That’s why I ran away.”

A fresh wave of salty tears broke dripped down Luo Binghe’s sobbing face and he pulled Shen Yuan into a crushing hug. “I would never! I could never hurt you! I don’t even want to think of hurting you!” He cried his big, fat tears into the thin cotton of his shirt.

Shen Yuan hugged him back tighter, his usually shy exterior thrown away for the moment only to soak up his Binghe. They sank back into each other’s arms and felt the dripping daylight fade to molten gold and then a sleepy grey, the only sound besides the constant city humming was their sweet whispers, old endearments they swore they would never be able to say again, and hushed cries when their hearts grew too full.

---

“My name is Shen Yuan.”

Luo Binghe nodded. “May Shizun… allow this lowly disciple to call you as such?”

“I would rather you call me that than Shizun here.” He could feel the flush staining his cheeks.

“A-Yuan,” Luo Binghe murmured, slipping his arms around his waist from behind. He pressed a kiss to his nape, relished into the hitched gasp from Shen Yuan’s throat. “I called you A-Jiu once and you didn’t like it and I thought you didn’t want to get that close with me, but now it all makes much more sense. It was never your name.”

“Yeah uh, please let go just for now? I need to move around.” Shen Yuan ducked out of Luo Binghe’s corded arms and went back to the stovetop where he was making dinner.

“I’m sorry, A-Yuan, please continue.” Luo Binghe stepped back into his space and with a large hand placed on the small of Shen Yuan’s back, he leaned in and closely watched Shen Yuan mix together the last of the vegetables into the fried rice. “This disciple wishes to learn how to utilize your kitchen in order to make you excellent meals again. But I also don’t mind A-Yuan cooking for me, too.”

“This is the only thing I know how to make besides a mean scrambled egg,” Shen Yuan said. “It’s not the best tasting fried rice, my brother makes it so much better.”

To prove his point, he turned off the heat and served the lackluster fried rice into bowls, shuffling awkwardly around the already too-small kitchen with Binghe latched to his side. He served it at his kitchen bar with mismatching cups of his favorite iced jasmine tea and with a flourish presented his go-to meal to his husband.

Luo Binghe’s eyes sparkled and dove right into the bland meal, the eggs a little too jiggly for comfort and the vegetables almost tasteless from being overcooked. A crunch of undercooked rice hit Shen Yuan’s molars and he did his best to bury his face into his bowl so Luo Binghe didn’t need to see the face of the man who made the pathetic meal. How could he compare to the perfect protagonist?! This is a meal he makes to eat alone if he doesn’t want to buy meals at school and work the next day or two! It’s not supposed to be fed to anyone but him, who cares if it tastes good if he's the only one eating his shame?!

“Shizun this is delicious!” Luo Binghe said between bites, his bowl already almost empty. He scraped the rest of it into his gaping maw, not leaving a single grain of rice behind, and chugged his whole glass of iced tea in one go. “May I have seconds?” His eyes, his smile, was all so bright. A bit of green onion was stuck to the corner of his mouth.

Shen Yuan felt a warmth in his core melt his aching heart. Of course, he loves it, Shen Yuan could feed him dirt and he’d say it’s the best meal he’s ever had simply because Shen Yuan gave it to him. “Go ahead, have as much as you’d like.” Without thinking, Shen Yuan reached over and picked the green onion from Luo Binghe’s mouth.

“I almost missed a bit, thank you Shizun.” And with no shame, Luo Binghe leaned in and took the fingers that’d pinched the green onion from his face and licked them into his mouth.

“Shameless,” Shen Yuan hissed, his thin face flaming.

“I will not let a scrap of my A-Yuan’s hard work go to waste.” As if to prove his point, he rose and piled himself another bowl.

—-

“How are we going to get you back?” Luo Binghe asked.

Shen Yuan froze at his laptop, fingers hovering over his keyboard. “I don’t know. I died the first time I transmigrated. There could be a chance it just takes me to die again to go back to Shen Qingqiu’s body, but…”

“No.”

“No?”

“Not unless we’re certain your soul will go back. How did you do it the first time, with the Dew Seed?”

—-

They decided not to try yet, to take their time working on a solution to get him home without even the slightest chance of failing. Luo Binghe had already tried popping back to their world and grabbing Shen Qingqiu’s body, dropping it on the bed and asking Shen Yuan to get in.

He asked him instead to put more clothes on him and put him back. He obliged, promising he got the sect lords to take turns daily replenishing Shen Qingqiu’s spiritual energy so he wouldn’t rot away. He didn’t say anything about redressing the body.

—-

That night they laid curled up into each other in Shen Yuan’s too small bed, sleepy kisses pressed into their skin until they couldn’t anymore. Shen Yuan could smell the horny on Luo Binghe, especially after he unceremoniously shoved his hand down the loose waistband of his pajama pants and was batted away. Another time, he promised. He’s been abstinent for a year and a half, and this body has never felt Luo Binghe before. It would be like the first time.

“I’m going to class tomorrow, you should stay here and relax-” Shen Yuan started

“Absolutely not.” Luo Binghe left no room to question. Shen Yuan sat up and found Luo Binghe’s face amongst the silvery traces of moonlight bleeding through the blinds. Determination laced the lines of his face and Shen Yuan, unrestricted finally, softly trailed a light finger along his strong jawline. Luo Binghe melted under his touch, but the firmness never left his gaze.

“You don’t have proper clothes to be going around,” Shen Yuan tried to reason. “I’m only going to my classes, I’ll be home by dinner. You’ll just be bored waiting for me to finish.”

“But I’ll be near you.”

“You’re not allowed in the classroom unless you paid to be there too.”

“I can wait outside.”

“You can wait here.”

---

Home, he realized. He had said “going home” without realizing the true implication. This is his home, this modern China where he had an apartment and a car and a job and so, so close to graduating with his Bachelor’s degree. Shen Yuan is a student and a son, a brother and a friend. His home is where his family is in their lovely manor uptown where lived his mother with her string of pearls necklace gifted to her by his father for their 20th anniversary and his father with his favorite coat with the patches on the elbows like some eccentric literature professor. His eldest brother is going to inherit the company once their father retires, his second brother recently passed the bar exam, and his little sister is working at her first salon as a hairstylist.

This is a home, but not his home now. His home was now, wrapped in Luo Binghe’s arms as his sleepy breath tickled his neck, his unruly hair brushing his cheek and sticking to his bare arm. There was no rush to go back to the Proud Immortal Demon Way, Shen Yuan felt he was fine where he was now that he at least had Luo Binghe next to him again. He wasn’t shy to whisper a soft “I missed you so much, husband.” into his hair. They needn’t force themselves back so soon when they just found each other again.

Going home, he’d whispered into countless nights, was going back to Luo Binghe. He didn’t feel the need to rush back just yet.

Besides, Shen Yuan put all this work into this semester so far he wanted to at least finish it off before he disappeared again.

---

Luo Binghe pitifully waved goodbye from the door as he left the next morning a little after dawn, a painfully early morning class that left a sharper burn than usual when he had to leave Luo Binghe behind. He didn’t do any work last night and lugged his laptop case and heavy anthology book with him to school to work on during his break (and during one of his lectures that was a little boring, it wouldn’t affect his grade if he hunched over his laptop in the back the whole time). He’d showed Luo Binghe how to work the TV and where he kept the tea and snacks and, by Luo Binghe’s insistence, his cleaning supplies.

Coming home a little after four, he found Luo Binghe shaking with unshed tears in the middle of the now spotless living room.

“This disciple tried going to buy some fresh food to make Shizun a grand dinner today but they wouldn’t take my money and had people take me away when I tried to shove it in their little boxes and take the food anyway. I gave them more than enough but it wasn’t the paper stuff they had so I was forced to leave,” Luo Binghe blubbered, tears now freefalling down his face and dripping across his exquisite black robes. “I’m so sorry, Shizun. I wanted to make sure you ate very good so you can do your work with a full stomach but I can’t even do this for you here.”

Shen Yuan reached up, uncomfortable with how high he had to reach with their new height difference, and patted his lovely husband’s head. “I told you to stay here. I appreciate the effort, Binghe. We can go shopping now, I have the money they use here.” He was between paychecks right now but his credit card was nearly paid off. This constituted as an emergency in his head so figured this should be fine.

---

First, he found some too big clothes for Luo Binghe to wear. A pair of sweatpants he bought too large for the purpose of wanting to swim in them or when it was really cold he would layer those over a smaller pair of pajama pants. They fit quite snug over Binghe’s figure and considered he might have to go a size or two up to find a pair of pants that would fit. There was a shirt he dug up from the depths of his closet that also fit a little snug, too snug across Luo Binghe’s chest, stretching poor Hatsune Miku’s face into a warped mess. He mentally poured one out for her. A too-big hoodie he had he liked to relax in was thrown over, the sleeves short but it covered how the pants stretched across his firm butt and his too big…. you know. For shoes, he found the sandals his older brother left at his place over the summer, Binghe’s heels slipped off the back but it would do. A beanie was the finishing touch, olive green knit used to cover his demon mark.

He took him to his work, a department store with a little bit of everything (plus his employee discount) and dug through the racks to find the largest size of everything. It took a little too long and he tried to not meet his coworker’s eyes (which he could certainly feel on the back of his head) and pushed himself and Luo Binghe into the fitting room to try it all on. It was a chore showing Luo Binghe how to put everything on and finding what sizes worked best until finally, he had a handful of outfits plus a pair of sneakers, underwear, a soft hoodie, and a baseall cap to cover his forehead. Luo Binghe was nearly vibrating with interest, his head swinging left and right to take everything in.

“A-Yuan would look good in this color.”

“I like this, A-Yuan should get this for himself.”

“A-Yuan. I think you would look good in this.”

He had to restrain Luo Binghe from making him buy more clothes, he was already stretching his budget buying new clothes for Luo Binghe. After almost two hours they shuffled to the register with their armload of clothes to check out.

“Hey, Shen Yuan.” It was Sun Mei. The awkwardness had worn off a couple of months ago and they were back to being friends thankfully, but he couldn’t help feeling he cheated on Luo Binghe especially when her artificial waves pulled back into a bouncy ponytail and red lipstick as vibrant as always.

“Sun Mei, hi,” he greeted warmly. He felt Luo Binghe shuffle closer. She rang them up efficiently and the two of them chatted idly until another coworker strolled over to the registers with a mischevious grin.

“You called out last night and have the nerve to show face today and buy half our stock?” He indicated the two large bags of clothes.

“I wasn’t feeling good, dude,” he grunted. “I’m better today, tomorrow I’ll be here for opening.”

Luo Binghe had pulled himself closer to Shen Yuan, a possessive hand hovering over his waist. He could almost taste the vinegar rolling off his skin. He quickly finished up and bid them goodbye and took Luo Binghe back to the fitting room to remove the tags and put him in his nicer clothes. He tried not to think about the number of people who’d tried them on before and the factory smell that still lingered in the fabric but this was just for their last errand. He wore taper cut jeans, black sneakers, grey heather and black raglan shirt, and a soft, black hoodie that fit his larger frame much better. The green beanie still sat on his head and Shen Yuan retied his hair into a simple low ponytail with a spare hair tie. He was undeniably handsome in the clothes that were closer cut to his figure, his heart tumbling summersaults in his chest over the nicely stretched fabric over the swell of his muscular chest.

They stepped out and headed to the market down the street, a different one from the one closer to his apartment where Luo Binghe was kicked out of. With Shen Yuan at his side and non-cosplay looking clothes, this will go much better. It was like taking a child to a supermarket, his sticky husband constantly wandered off and reappearing with a new item and tossing it into the cart. He decided to indulge him this time and tried not to look at the total as he blindly swiped his credit card again and promised to make a payment tonight to soften the blow when the bill came in.

Luo Binghe was almost walking on air in his new sneakers, all the groceries in his hands and the fresh bag of clothes, Shen Yuan left with nothing to carry but the crippling debt he was throwing himself under. He tried reaching out to take a bag and Luo Binghe, completely misunderstanding his intention, switched all four bags from his left hand to the right with the other five and took Shen Yuan’s hand. Show off.

---

Living idly like this, domesticity so different from his previous life as Shen Qingqiu made it feel like he was living in a fanfiction. It was so soft, his days passing easily with Luo Binghe at his side again. They decided that there was no rush to pull Shen Yuan away from his current life just yet and let him finish the semester at least before they figured out how to get back.

A part of Shen Yuan was itching to go back to what he’d considered home for the past twelve years. Another wished to live here again with Binghe freeloading in his apartment to cook and clean for him. Their rhythm didn’t change, except Luo Binghe wasn’t pulled away to deal with demon lord business constantly, only watching dramas on TV that he said is helping him learn about this world’s culture, but Shen Yuan kept telling him things don’t actually work that way. He was so enthralled with the TV Shen Yuan was scared he was going to start neglecting everything to glue himself to the screen, much like Shen Yuan did his second year of college when a particularly thrilling and long anime came into his life.

He was a househusband to Shen Yuan, once or twice even coming on campus with him and hanging around outside his classes until he got out, but most often stuck at home and kept the house clean and meals hot for when Shen Yuan came back from work and school.

It was interesting teaching Luo Binghe everything he could of the culture and technology and as convenient as Luo Binghe found a rice cooker to be he still had his complaints.

“There’s no spiritual energy. I can barely pull anything from myself and there’s nothing in the air to feed me more,” he said.

“We don’t need them,” Shen Yuan answered. “There’s no monsters, and immortality is nothing but a fantasy.”

---

Luo Binghe found his fake robes one day while deep cleaning.

“They’re lovely,” he said, neatly folding the top layer. “A-Yuan should put them on more. You would look very beautiful.”

Shen Yuan never associated his original self with that adjective. Cute in a masculine, handsome according to his mother, but he was never handed compliments for his appearance. In fact, he was pretty plain looking, especially in comparison to Shen Qingqiu.

He put them on with Luo Binghe’s help. His hair was too short for the delicate jade hairpin he’d bought to match it. In the mirror, it was jarring seeing his plain face with short hair and glasses atop the graceful body of an immortal cultivator. It was silly in comparison when Luo Binghe saddled up next to him in the mirror, passing him his nice fan and placing his hands on his waist. His demon mark was on display and hair tied up messily, broad chest trapped in a black v-neck. Shen Yuan snapped open the fan and covered his bland face and Luo Binghe’s own beautiful one leaned down and brushed a kiss to his flushed cheek.

---

The first time Luo Binghe was in Shen Yuan’s car he kept the music off as to not overwhelm him with how different everything was. Luo Binghe had sat with his eyes wide in the passenger seat, his head swiveling around to take in as much as he could. It took a couple of drives before Luo Binghe fully relaxed, questions he had were already aired (most left unanswered because he doesn’t know jack shit about how engines work). Now, after all the TV Luo Binghe has seen, one of the tricks he picked up was shamelessly rubbing his large hand over Shen Yuan’s thigh toward the prize, only to be slapped away each time with a sharp threat of “I’ll drive us off the freeway if you don’t cut that shit out.”

—-

Speaking of sex, they haven’t done anything since Luo Binghe’s arrival. It’s been two weeks and on top of the year and a half apart, Shen Yuan was surprised Luo Binghe wasn’t more forward with what he wanted.

Actually, he had been. On the third day he seemed to be vibrating with want, his hands lingering like hot brands on whatever bit of Shen Yuan he could grab, his eyes dark with hunger.

“No.” Shen Yuan told him firmly. He’s thinking about how much it hurt in the peerless immortal Shen Qingqiu’s body. He’s already very fragile, very mortal body would suffer. He would die! Actually die this time! There was no System to do a magic reboot, nor a homegrown spare body hanging around! “We can ease into it but right now can we… can we just cuddle?”

Luo Binghe had pouted, but obliged, especially to an obviously shameless request from Shen Yuan. His face was much too thin to be asking for anything like that! It took all of him just to ask him to hold him!

He remembered a coworker, during a shameless conversation during recovery after store hours, talking about practice. Maybe… maybe he’ll look into it. Or alternatives for them.

Thank the gods Luo Binghe doesn’t know how a computer worked, let alone be able to check his search history.

---

He let slip he was debating on canceling his study abroad trip to his brother during a video chat and shortly later received an angry phone call from his mother about how he was throwing everything away for nothing. The worst was when his sister dropped by for a surprise visit. She brought lunch, his favorite take out place, but was taken aback by the sight of Luo Binghe relaxed across the small couch with an arm obviously out from where Shen Yuan had been cuddling into him.

His sister was polite and had thankfully bought a lot of food anyway to give Shen Yuan the leftovers for later meals. They ate crammed in his little living room with Luo Binghe on the floor pressed up against She Yuan’s legs. It would have been nice if it weren’t for her eyes shifting from Luo Binghe to Shen Yuan to the luggage tucked in the corner, the price tags still on. She didn’t say anything until she left and texted him aggressively about ditching his future for “a fling”. He chose to leave it on read and went to bed with his husband.

---

Finals nearly killed him. Thanks to Luo Binghe’s support, staying up with him every night and checking through his resources with him, quizzing him and feeding him, he pushed through the last week of school with a heaving gasp that left him collapsing face-first at the front door the moment he kicked off his shoes. Luo Binghe yelped and ran over, rolling him over to hold him in his arms.

“Shizun? A-Yuan?” Luo Binghe pleaded, tears gathering in his wide eyes. “Are you okay?”

“‘M fine. Just wanna sleep a bit.” He refused to open his eyes, snuggling a little deeper into Luo Binghe’s arms. “Let’s get drinks later to celebrate."

They ended up not getting drinks, but Luo Binghe made him the congee he missed so much and laid kisses all over him.

---

His parents were aware that there was a “someone” that influenced his decision to stay in China despite all the work he put into getting accepted into the program in the first place. His plan was to finish this semester at least then go back to Proud Immortal Demon Way. He would like to stay longer and get his whole degree, as he only had a semester left, but he missed that shitty world so much the ache weighed heavy whenever Shen Yuan left to go to class or work. He’d sit in his little car and sigh. This second chance at being Shen Yuan had left him mourning for the life he fought so hard to have

He figured at first when Luo Binghe found him again he would be happy at least with him at his side, but a gnawing restlessness ate through his insides. He craved the badly written world of Proud Immortal Demon Way where he idled away as a Peak Lord and taught children how to better themselves. Luo Binghe didn’t say, and never will, but he wasn’t totally happy living in modern China even with Shen Yuan. Finals were over and with America becoming a fading dream it was time to start figuring it out.

—-

“We should get married again,” Luo Binghe suggested. “We’re married back home, but not here.”

“We could do a courthouse wedding, sure, but you don’t have any form of ID. I technically can’t marry a person that doesn’t exist,” Shen Yuan pointed out.

“It could be for show, for your friends and family.”

Luo Binghe hadn’t even met his whole family yet and Shen Yuan didn’t know if he wanted him to. He already met his sister against his will, but his brothers and parents? He didn’t even want to play with the idea, let alone consider introducing them as his husband. Most people in China weren’t very, ah, agreeing to same-sex marriage as of yet and he didn’t want to test if his parents were part of the smaller percentage of those who were okay with it.

“I’ll think about it.” Shen Yuan stopped when he saw Luo Binghe’s widen, tears brimming at the corners unshed. “I want to, it-it would be lovely, but let me figure out how we can make it work here, yeah?”

The main issue was his family thinking he ditched America to get married to some unknown man when, well, that’s what he’s doing isn’t he?

#bingqiu #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #scum villain self saving system #scum villain #svsss #mxtx #fic #shen yeet #keep forgetting to crosspost OTL

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justawanderingbabbit · 4 years

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What is Not Said New Chapter Mirror

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Chapter 27

: Training Summary:

A certain Little Beast has acquired too many bad habits. It's time for his Shizun to take him off for special training, so he doesn't get himself killed the first time he goes out alone.

In which Shen Wei the Bookseller and his apprentice make an appearance.

Notes:

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"Ming Fan should be able to handle things for a week or so,"

Tan Lantai agreed. The boy started off on the wrong foot at Qing Jing but straightened out quickly after the scare Shen Qingqiu had given him. He was still a bit arrogant but he'd learned some self-awareness. He was even getting better at keeping the younger disciples from bullying each other.

Even so, "Should you be gone that long?" Even Tan Lantai's mother hadn't left the Peak for more than three or four days at a time.

"Binghe's too easily distracted," Shen Qingqiu explained, watching his protégé work out with young Ling Chan. "And far too competitive, especially when it comes to getting my attention."

Ri Langma would have scoffed at the idea of giving an unruly disciple exactly what they wanted. She'd have said Shen Qingqiu was spoiling the boy. Tan Lantai couldn't help repeating her mother's words. "Pampering him won't make him a better cultivator." Even as she said it, she faltered, remembering what her mother's idea of discipline had meant.

A wry smile crossed Shen Qingqiu's lips, quickly hidden behind his fan. "Instructor Lantai forgets that sometimes the price of a thing is the thing itself. He may quickly regret being the sole recipient of my attention."

Thinking about it, Tan Lantai supposed he might be right. Another thought occurred to her, though. "He's looking more and more like his mother every day."

"Mm." There was an odd, distant, note to Shen Qingqiu's voice. One he often got when he watched Luo Binghe. There was something about that boy that drew his Shizun's attention, that was certain. But what could it be, aside from his being Su Xiyan and Tian Langjun's son?

"Huan Hua's Master is still looking for her. It wouldn't do for him to notice Binghe."

"All too true. But one of the things I'll be teaching the Little Beast is disguise."

There'd been a day in the distant past when Ri Langma had taught Tan Lantai such things. "He'll enjoy that. He seems to like play-acting."

Shen Qingqiu gave her a curious look. "Really?"

"He imitates you perfectly when he feels like it." Her dry tone made Shen Qingqiu raise his eyebrows. "You haven't noticed when he gets all aloof and sarcastic?"

Thinking about it for a moment, Shen Qingqiu murmured, "I thought he was imitating his mother. You know how she could be."

"You know, I can see how you'd think that." Su Xiyan had a cool, arrogant, way about her. That, and both she and Shen Qingqiu were ruthlessly pragmatic. "But A-Yan never had to hide behind a fan like you do."

As if to prove the need, Shen Qingqiu raised his fan to hide his expression. A smirk, no doubt, or possibly a broad grin. One never knew. And, thanks to the small sound muffling talisman he'd embedded in the thing, no one would hear him chuckle, either.

"Going back to the question of Lao Gongzhu and Su Xiyan, do you think he's figured out where she is yet?"

"No one but Su Xiyan knows where Su Xiyan is," Tan Lantai told him. "I have guesses. I'm sure you do too. But there's been neither sight nor sound from her since her husband was bound in Bailu Mountain."

"Good. Let's keep it that way. And since, as you say, my disciple resembles mama a bit too obviously, I'll have to teach him to disguise himself before anything else."

"SHIZUN!" Luo Binghe called suddenly. "Did I do that right? It didn't feel right."

"Teach him not to yell for you like that, while you're at it," Tan Lantai suggested dryly. Because if anything was liable to ruin their cover story it'd be that boy's constant need for approbation.

"The Demon King of the North's son has taken a human lover."

A bored yawn. "Prince Beijun may be a trifle slow to react, but we all knew he'd figure it out sooner or later."

"There's an Waterborne Abyss in Chang territory. They're blaming us for it."

"I'm sure they are. They always do. Send a squadron to rid their lake of the damned thing and make sure the townsfolk know who did it."

"The Master of Huan Hua Palace has tightened security around Bailu Mountain. Again."

"Were you seen?"

"No. Absolutely not. But this one did hear a rumor that someone sent him a letter telling him about a disciple who looks like the one he lost."

"Given how much he's offering for word of her whereabouts, I'm sure he gets dozens such letters. Go on."

After a moment's hesitation, the aide continued, "Sha Shigu's daughter made a foray into the Human World. She attacked Cang Qiong."

That set the Regent sitting straight up. "Cang Qiong? Do I need to spank that bratty little monster's butt for her? Did anyone get hurt?"

"Tian Chui lost a hand. Peak Master Shen Qingqiu removed it for him." The aide paused, clearly trying to think how to word the rest. "Also, Luo Binghe faced Young Lady Hualing and almost fought her to a standstill, a great feat for a mere human."

The Regent's lips tightened. "Someone else's butt needs spanking. Did anyone recognize him? Or what he is?"

"No. His pendant continued to protect his identity, as intended. That and they were too busy running from Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge."

Noticing the aide's dark expression, the Regent asked, "What is it?"

"This one questioned Sha Hualing and her cohorts on the subject. Someone instigated the attack on Cang Qiong. Someone who claimed Liu Qingge would be in no condition to protect the peaks."

"Hohhhh?" A slow breath of air. "Any word on why?"

The aide shifted side to side, clear sign of inner disturbance. He couldn't fight and couldn't flee. "This one thinks they believed Master Liu would be struck with Inner Demon Pollen and go into qi deviation because of it."

The Regent rose. Paced. "Find out who this person was. Find out what their intentions were. Find out if Luo Binghe was their target or if they had some other purpose."

"Yes, Regent."

"Other than this, is Binghe doing all right?"

"This one believes so. He's had some difficulties with his old problem recently, though." The 'old problem' was Luo Binghe's constant need to leap to the forefront of any fight and try and take everyone on at once. "This one is at fault. He should have...."

"Zhu Zhilang, in all your years serving Tian Langjun, were you ever been able to dissuade him from walking straight into disaster?"

".... no ...."

"Then I can hardly expect you to dissuade his son and mine. Frankly, I'm surprised Master Shen hasn't locked him in the woodshed and beaten him with a half-inch of his life."

"This one suspects Master Shen has a soft spot for his student. He tries not to let Binghe run roughshod over him, but...."

The Regent went silent. "Should I have sent him elsewhere?"

"This one... does not think so." Zhu Zhilang remembered his master's theory about a certain half-demon's tribulation. And, based on the way young Binghe was growing up, he was almost certain Tian Langjun was right and Xinglu was, indeed, his son.

If so, Zhu Zhilang could not express that to Su Xiyan. For one thing, she was human and might not accept the idea. For another, if she did, she'd soon realize an important detail about young Xinglu and Master Shen Qingqiu.

And no mother would like knowing she'd sent her son to be raised by the man who'd one day become his lover. No matter how ignorant Shen Qingqiu was about the whole thing.

Luo Binghe was frustrated.

Horribly, completely, totally and utterly frustrated.

Not with his training. Having his Shizun's complete and total attention was practically a dream come true. Shizun was brave. Smart. Elegant. Bold. Ruthless. And oh so beautiful. Everything about him made Luo Binghe's heart leap about in his chest like a wild thing.

And that was where the real problem lay. He liked his Shizun in a way he knew he wasn't supposed to. Ling Chan had made that point perfectly clear, calling him teacher's pet and suggesting their reserved and righteous Shizun desired an illicit relationship with his disciple. Luo Binghe had had to control the urge to toss his Shixiong off the mountain for that one.

It didn't help that Luo Binghe would be thrilled if his Shizun did take him to his bed. He was a teenager, after all, and meant his body wanted to do things his mind and heart were supposedly not ready for. He wanted to deny that teaching entirely but his dream demon teacher - past master of human desires - wouldn't let him.

Meng Mo's determination to keep Luo Binghe from fooling himself wasn't out of love. Luo Binghe was far too young and foolish for the dream demon to see him as anything more than a mildly amusing pet. But Luo Binghe was also his only connection to the world and that meant he had to stay stable if Meng Mo was to survive. Thus, he could not be allowed to fool himself into thinking he was that different from any other sex-starved teenager.

Still, it'd make Luo Binghe so happy if Shizun were just a bit warmer towards him. A bit more affectionate. It was there in his eyes. He'd even - occasionally - allow himself to pat Luo Binghe's head and skritch behind his ears. That last was an unconscious gesture, of course, but it was oh so nice and Luo Binghe wanted more and more of it.

"You're standing too close again, boy." The man currently calling himself Shen Wei stepped a few inches further from the boy calling himself Jinghai. "Remember the first rule."

First rule was look with your eyes, not your hands. For the most part that was because Luo Binghe liked to check objects out. Liked picking them up and feeling their material. But he also had a habit of grasping for Shizun's robes, his sleeves and sometimes his fingers. The other rules were variations on the same theme, starting with 'what did I say about not touching me?' and ending with 'me not wanting you grabbing me doesn't mean I hate you.'

The last was the most precious of rules. The one that reassured Luo Binghe most. He needed that reassurance so badly sometimes. Between his training with the dream demon and the things his mother and uncle had warned him, he knew an important time was coming for him. Knew he'd have to face the most difficult challenge in his life one day soon.

Realizing his wits were wandering again, Luo Binghe bowed his head quickly. "Sorry, Master Shen Wei. I didn't realize I was getting too close again."

A light hand brushed the top of his head, a gesture Shen Qingqiu didn't seem aware he was making. A gesture Luo Binghe loved. "Keep it in mind, please. You're fifteen. Too old to need to cling on to your mama. Which, I remind you, I most definitely am not."

"No, sir. Not enough curves."

That drew the snigger it didn't really deserve, along with a well earned gentle swat to the back of the head. "I should hope not."

"At least not today." That last was projected speech, partly for practice of speaking without anyone else hearing, partly because if he couldn't cling to his Shizun he could at least amuse him. "Last week, on the other hand."

A smirk accompanied a slightly harder swat. "Hush, boy. Don't remind me." Just last week Shizun had had to disguise himself as a woman dancer to escape an overly officious official who'd decided Shen Wei was a spy for some local bandits. Luo Binghe had had to go off somewhere private after that to... relieve... his feelings about the sight of his Shizun dancing.

"Enough, boy. We have work to do. I don't like what I'm hearing about those bandits. I'm almost certain I've met one of them before."

Obediently, Luo Binghe trailed after his Shizun, prepared to do his duty and learn his lessons. And hope, one day, for a little bit more.

Shen Qingqiu was growing prouder and prouder of his young disciple. Prouder and maybe a little worried. Why was it he kept feeling oddly comfortable around the boy? It was a familiar feeling but one he couldn't quite put a finger on. He kept finding himself patting Luo Binghe's head and fluffing those wild curls. The urge to brush that hair was strong, though so far he'd managed to control it.

Right then was not, absolutely not, the time to think about the matter. Not that he ever did when there was time. Something always seemed to distract him. He'd worry about that point more if he didn't have the oddest feeling it was for the better.

At least Luo Binghe was staying concealed in the trees above the road, practicing self-control and self-discipline. Both were necessary, because Shen Qingqiu had quite deliberately taken a road known to be haunted by a band of highway robbers. Luo Binghe was perfectly capable of fighting such men. His trouble was staying out of a fight, especially where his Shizun was involved.

This time he'd held back, letting Shen Qingqiu knock each and every one of the bandits unconscious, leaving only their leader standing amidst the crumpled bodies of his cohorts, glaring furiously, double-headed axe shuddering in his grip. Any moment now he was likely to explode with fury, given Shen Qingqiu couldn't calm him down enough to parley.

Hoping his disciple would sit tight and behave this time, Shen Qingqiu examined the bandit's leader thoughtfully. There was something familiar about him, but what? After a moment's thought he remembered. This was the same man who'd attacked him in the brothel all those years ago. The one whose attack had made Tan Lantai decide she was done with her mother's refusal to rein Ling Sao's trickery in.

"Raving Whirlwind, wasn't it?" he asked, receiving a dark glare. "I knew you were a cultivator. I hadn't realized you were far enough along to achieve Eternal Youth."

"Eternal Youth, nonsense! The blood of divine demons runs through my veins," the bandit leader snarled.

Shen Qingqiu had no doubt the man was part demon. He might even have some noble blood in his veins. "Well-diluted divine demon blood," he murmured and Raving Whirlwind's face turned bright red at the insult. "Come now, we both know a true divine demon would be back home in the Demon World, seeking the Southern Kingdom's throne."

A sneer. "Shows how much you know, human. The Southern Kingdom has a ruler. No demon with sense is going to be trying to claim that throne."

Now that was quite interesting indeed. "Really? Last I'd heard, with his majesty Tian Langjun missing, every demon and their brother were jockeying for position."

Demons loved to gossip almost as much as they liked fighting. Disabusing a mere human of their foolish opinions only sweetened the pot. Raving Whirlwind grinned derisively. "We were. At least until She showed up."

'She'? And spoken so emphatically. "Who would... She... be?"

A sharp laugh. "She is the Regent, the new Queen of the Southern Kingdom, sent by Lord Tian Langjun and given his blood to protect her. Even that damned snake boy of his practically worships her."

Oh. So that was where Su Xiyan had gone. It made perfect sense, now Shen Qingqiu thought about it. Su Xiyan would have wanted to keep her husband and son's lands from descending into true chaos. That and there'd been signs that Lao Gongzhu had had connections in the Demon World. How better to find them than to take up the reins of the Southern Kingdom?

"How interesting. But not really important to our current situation. We fought before, Raving Whirlwind. Do you think you can defeat me?"

Raving Whirlwind attempted a sneer, one that didn't hide his nervousness at all. "You had that demon's help."

"I did. And - much to my regret - he is not with me. But consider this. When you came after me then I was but a disciple, a mere child of Qing Jing Peak. Today I'm my Peak's Master, second only to Sect Leader Yue Qingyuan. I was strong then, you cannot deny it. Think about how much stronger I am now."

Silenced, Raving Whirlwind lowered his axe. He glared, a hot, wild, glare of defeat. "What do you want of me?" At Shen Qingqiu's raised brow, the bandit gestured at Shen Qingqiu's clothes and the book pack he carried over his shoulders. "Peak Master disguised as a bookseller, wandering along a road my gang is known to frequent. You meant for us to attack you and meant to confront me. So, why?"

Oh, the man wasn't a complete idiot, despite his insistence on looking like he belonged in an underground fighting ring. Shen Qingqiu inclined his head. "I deal in information but there are places I can't go yet. I want you to get me and my apprentice into the City of Starless Night."

That made the bandit's eyes go wide. The City of Starless Night was a hybrid city, hated by most Righteous Cultivators and known for its connections with every part of the Human, Spiritual and Demonic Worlds. One could only enter by invitation and such were hard to come by. "Why the hell would you want to go there?"

"Do you think that's your business?"

"Ah... no... no, it wouldn't be. I can get you in as far as the fifth ring. No further, though."

"The third ring is further than I've ever managed thus far. I consider it an acceptable trade for your life. Given you do as well?"

After a moment of thinking, because if Shen Qingqiu or his apprentice entered the city and caused trouble it'd be on Raving Whirlwind's head, the bandit sighed. "All right. It'll take me a few weeks to get the passes. Where should I bring them?"

"Remember the brothel where we first fought? Tell the House Madam that you have a package for me and she'll get word to me." Shen Qingqiu looked up into the trees above them, adding, "You can come down now. We still have work to do."

"Yes, Sh... Master." Luo Binghe dropped to the road beside Shen Qingqiu, giving the bandit a sharp, hard and warning look. To his credit, he didn't say what he was surely thinking, but his expression was enough. Raving Whirlwind had best stay honest if he didn't want Shen Qingqiu's disciple to come after him later.

Continuing up the road, leaving Raving Whirlwind to deal with his unconscious gang, Shen Qingqiu noted, "You did reasonably well, just now."

"It wasn't easy, staying put. He barely has any demon blood in him. Even I could have overpowered him and that without coming into my blood."

"Don't be cocky, Little Beast. Demon blood or no, Raving Whirlwind is strong. I don't want you picking fights with demons at your current stage."

"Someday, though."

Smirking into his fan, concealing the little snort his overly ambitious young disciple elicited, Shen Qingqiu finally murmured, "Not until you've come into your own, Little Beast. Not until you've come into your own."

Which, he hoped, would not be soon. He was rather enjoying his Little Beast of a disciple the way he was right that moment. The Abyss and Luo Binghe's demonic tribulation could wait.

Because it wasn't just Luo Binghe who wasn't ready for that day.

Notes:

* I've been remiss in showing that Tan Lantai came back as a teacher, so here she is. * LBH won't regret having all SQQ's attention, but LBH is a special case. A very special case. Or maybe just a case. * One of my favorite parallels is SXY and TLJ's relationship, vs. SQQ and LBH's. * LBH is an attention mooch, just like dear old dad. * MBJ took years before he realized SQH liked him. And a few more trying to work out how to tell SQH he liked him back. Communication is not strong with these two. * Why yes, the Regent is who you think she is. And her aide is who you think he is. * SY: What do you mean he's your husband? He's your SHIZUN. LBH/XL: Yeah. And my bed buddy. SQQ: Call me that again and we'll see how much of a buddy I am. TLJ: Daughter is So. Ruthless. Are you sure you two aren't related? SQQ: Gods, I hope not. There's been quite enough incest in my family as it is. * LBH is a walking sack of hormones, like most teenaged boys. * The rules were laid down pretty quickly and had to be repeated a fair number of times. * SQQ doesn't realize he's doing what he used to do to Xinglu. Just as well. * Dancer SQQ is gorgeous. * Today's training: STAYING WHERE YOU'RE PUT UNLESS CALLED FOR. * Eternal Youth stage is somewhere in the Golden Core stage for my purposes. It means a cultivator's aging slows down a great deal, unless they choose to let their appearance change. * This is the first SQQ heard of SXY's doings in the Demon World. He's not really surprised, however, because SXY. * City of Starless Night is not related to the Burial Mounds city in my MDZS fics. At least I don't think it is. Probably. * Breakthrough! LBH stayed put despite wanting to be involved. Of course, RW didn't try to attack SQQ, so that doesn't really prove much. * SQQ subconsciously knows LBH and XL are one and the same, I think, so he senses he's going to lose his boy when the time for LBH's tribulation comes. With no absolute certainty of when XL will return to him. Yes, he's full of anxiety. Again.

Next chapter will be more training and maybe some more clues to other details. But the Conference and the Abyss are coming, all too soon.

#MXTX #Scum villain #shen qingqiu #Fix-it fic #fanfic #ao3

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Title: Happy Together (chapter six: BingQiu Week Day Six)

Author: Elara_Moon

Rating: T

Warnings: Sex pollen and accompanying consent issues

Summary: BingQiu Week day six: Passion. Shen Qingqiu, because this is his life, gets hit with a plant that’s usual effect is basically sex pollen. But it doesn’t… quite… end up the way one would expect?

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Shen Qingqiu misstepped. It was incredibly embarrassing for a cultivator of his level; fortunately, there was no one around to witness it.

By instinct, he put out a hand to catch himself. At the last second, he recognized the distinct flowers of the towering plant he’d reached out towards and aborted the movement, but it was too late. His fingers brushed the plant. In response, it spewed out a sickly pink powder into Shen Qingqiu’s face.

Oh, ****. Shen Qingqiu swore to himself and also cursed Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky, because he knew what this plant was.

It had been in Proud Immortal Demon Way -- several of Luo Binghe’s wives had fallen prey to its effects. Its effects being to lower inhibitions and increase… ahem, desire, driving its victims to seek out relief, usually from anyone nearby. Basically, it was sex pollen. Naturally, in the original book, it had been one of many smut scenes, notably the only one involving… acts between characters that weren’t Luo Binghe, who only showed up later.

The plant itself was very distinct: the flowers on it had petals that began red in the center, then slowly shifted through purple to be a rich blue at the tips. The wives in the original novel, as stallion novel love interests with low IQ, had been drawn in by those very flowers.

Shen Qingqiu was just unlucky. He swore to himself some more. Why did his life always turn out like this? System, explain! Did Shen Qingqiu have to handle all of the love interest plotlines!?

Predictably, the System didn’t respond, but Shen Qingqiu hadn’t expected it to anyway.

This particular version of sex pollen, Shen Qingqiu remembered, was not like the comparatively tame succubus version. If left untreated, it killed its victims. But, unlike almost everything else, it could not actually be cured by protagonist papapa! Shen Qingqiu was surprised too. It had to be cured entirely separately from the effect it had on its victims.

Resigning himself to his fate, Shen Qingqiu reached out and caught a flower in his fist, tugging it roughly off the rest of the plant. The plant coughed out another cloud of powder, but it didn’t matter; Shen Qingqiu was already poisoned. Before long, Shen Qingqiu would likely lose all reason and be driven to seek out another person -- hopefully Luo Binghe, because at least he couldn’t lose any more face with that man. The flower was his only hope of providing a clue as to what had happened to him.

Luo Binghe might not recognize it -- the original had, but Shen Qingqiu had no way of knowing what Bing-mei knew at this point -- but if he didn’t, he would almost certainly go to Shang Qinghua for help, who should definitely know it.

And then, colorful flower clenched in his fist, Shen Qingqiu’s trains of thought crashed. As the pollen took effect, Shen Qingqiu’s thoughts were consumed with Luo Binghe.

“Binghe…” he murmured to himself.

Binghe. His husband. Shen Qingqiu missed him. It seemed like it had been so long since they’d seen each other -- since that morning, when he’d woken up in bed with Luo Binghe. It seemed like it had been so long since he’d kissed Luo Binghe, since he’d run his fingers through his thick hair, since he’d seen Luo Binghe’s smile whenever Shen Qingqiu gave in enough to show affection.

He didn’t do that nearly as often as he should. Shen Qingqiu should show Luo Binghe affection more often. All the time, even! He should tell him he loved him! With that thought, Shen Qingqiu suddenly needed to be near Luo Binghe. He needed to make sure Luo Binghe knew that he loved him.

Determined, flower still clutched unconsciously in one hand, Shen Qingqiu set off to find his husband.

---

Luo Binghe was doing paperwork. This was unfortunate largely because it meant he wasn’t with Shen Qingqiu. He had, however, already spent too long neglecting his duties in favor of spending time with Shizun. Understanding that didn’t make him miss Shen Qingqiu, though.

Just as Luo Binghe was thinking wistfully of Shen Qingqiu and only half-heartedly doing paperwork, the door to his office slammed open. Luo Binghe glared, ready to yell at whatever idiot --

It was Shen Qingqiu, as though summoned by Luo Binghe’s thoughts.

Luo Binghe dropped the glare immediately to beam at his husband. He wasn’t entirely sure why Shen Qingqiu was here, because he was usually very conscientious about avoiding Luo Binghe until he’d finished his paperwork, but it wasn’t like he was going to complain.

“Shizun!”

Shen Qingqiu stopped in the doorway briefly to stare at Luo Binghe with wide eyes. Then he all but flew across the room to Luo Binghe, slamming into him full-speed. Caught off guard, Luo Binghe staggered slightly before righting them both. He returned Shen Qingqiu’s embrace happily enough, if still a bit bemused.

Shen Qingqiu raised his hands, wrapping one around Luo Binghe’s shoulders and burying the other in his hair. There was a flash of color as something -- a crushed flower? -- fell from Shen Qingqiu’s hand and fluttered to the ground.

“Binghe…” Shen Qingqiu muttered, pressing a sloppy kiss to Luo Binghe’s chin. “Binghe, I love you, I love you so much, you’re so good…”

He trailed off in favor of urging Luo Binghe down and making a line of kisses up Luo Binghe’s face.

As much as Luo Binghe was enjoying it -- which was a lot, for the record -- he had a very bad feeling about this. Shen Qingqiu didn’t act like this; he was far too shy to say or do things like this so easily.

“Shizun, what--” Luo Binghe started, trying to push Shen Qingqiu off gently to get some distance.

Shen Qingqiu made an absolutely heartbreaking noise, desolate and mournful. “No!” he said, and pressed right back in.

His arm clutched tighter around Luo Binghe’s shoulders, and his other hand entwined itself so thoroughly in his hair that it would probably be a pain to get out again. He pressed his lips to Luo Binghe’s temple, but instead of continuing his kisses, he started talking.

“Binghe, I love you so much, I missed you, I hate it when we’re apart too,” he was saying, whispering warm air against Luo Binghe’s skin.

Luo Binghe was getting a little choked up. This was an emotional onslaught of unexpected proportions and Luo Binghe was not prepared. Even so, he was aware enough to realize that something was very wrong.

“Shizun,” he tried again, only to go ignored as Shen Qingqiu kept talking right over him.

Okay. Luo Binghe tried to focus past Shen Qingqiu’s words and actions. He needed to figure out what was wrong with him. As nice as the affection was, Luo Binghe liked Shen Qingqiu when he was himself.

His head tilted down, and his gaze fell on the colorful flower that now lay forgotten on the floor. Stooping carefully, with Shen Qingqiu making unhappy noises and following him down, Luo Binghe picked up the flower. He eyed it carefully. Surely, if Shizun had it on him, then it was important. This could be Shen Qingqiu’s only way of letting Luo Binghe know what had happened to him.

...Unfortunately, Luo Binghe couldn’t identify it.

Gritting his teeth, annoyed to be useless, Luo Binghe made his way slowly over to the door, which Shen Qingqiu had left open. Shen Qingqiu hindered him every step of the way, getting in his path and almost tripping him.

Luo Binghe flagged down one of his demonic servants and handed them the crushed flower. “Give this to Shang Qinghua. Tell him there’s something wrong with Shizun and he is to figure out what and find a cure,” he ordered.

There was no need to tell the servant what would happen if they failed to carry out Luo Binghe’s orders; they already knew.

Then, his best way of helping completed, Luo Binghe looked helplessly at Shen Qingqiu.

Shen Qingqiu patted at his temple clumsily. “I love you,” he said.

---

Luo Binghe ended up sitting in his desk chair, Shen Qingqiu on his lap. Shen Qingqiu was so insistent on both being close to Luo Binghe and on seemingly covering every available bit of skin with kisses that it was really just the most convenient option.

Shen Qingqiu had also moved on from simply repeating that he loved Luo Binghe to extolling his virtues, of which there were apparently many. Luo Binghe didn’t blush easily, but Shen Qingqiu’s near-unending list of things he liked about him might just manage it.

Though Shen Qingqiu was literally sitting in Luo Binghe’s lap, it was actually completely innocent. Shen Qingqiu had not yet made any overtures towards a different sort of activity -- he hadn’t even gone lower than the neck, seemingly content to plaster Luo Binghe’s face with kisses and play with his hair. When Luo Binghe checked, feeling like a dirty pervert, Shen Qingqiu was not interested at all.

And Luo Binghe was a pervert, okay. He could admit it. He often thought about sex, wanted it considerably more than Shen Qingqiu did, and was usually the one who turned their activities towards it. The very situation he was in, with Shen Qingqiu literally on his lap in a way he would usually never agree to, was doing some things to him.

But even Luo Binghe had some compunctions, and Shen Qingqiu was obviously not in his right mind.

So, innocent it stayed.

“Your hair is so lovely,” Shen Qingqiu murmured.

He was on such a hair kick recently that Luo Binghe had taken his hair down just to let Shen Qingqiu play with it. Shen Qingqiu had taken great advantage of the opportunity, running his hands through it, braiding segments which he would then immediately pull apart again. All the while, he kept up a running litany of compliments.

Luo Binghe was going to die if this kept up. Shen Qingqiu would kill him with affection and compliments.

“You’re so handsome,” Shen Qingqiu was saying. “You’re so cool in battle…”

No, strike that. Luo Binghe might die from sexual frustration first.

Finally, there was a knock on the door. Luo Binghe looked at Shen Qingqiu, who seemed no more likely to allow him to move than he had in the past several hours.

Well, it was just Shang Qinghua. And anyway, some part of Luo Binghe delighted in having people witness this. Shen Qingqiu allowing it to look like he was Luo Binghe’s, when he was usually so reticent in public.

“Enter.”

There was a long moment. Then the door creaked open, almost hesitantly, enough to reveal Shang Qinghua, half-turned, one hand covering his eyes. Mobei Jun stood behind him, not covering his own eyes, looking faintly bemused.

Mobei Jun leaned down to speak into Shang Qinghua’s ear, but not quite so quietly that Luo Binghe couldn’t hear him anyway.

“They are not indecent…?” he said almost questioningly.

Shang Qinghua looked up abruptly, seeming surprised. “Oh!”

Luo Binghe narrowed his eyes. Shang Qinghua had expected him and Shizun to be ‘indecent’? Exactly what kind of effect was he expecting?

“Lord Luo.” Shang Qinghua cleared his throat and stepped into the room. “I have the cure you asked for.”

In one hand, he brandished a bottle. His eyes drifted to Shen Qingqiu, who was currently muttering into Luo Binghe’s hair. Shang Qinghua looked faintly disturbed.

Luo Binghe nodded carefully to avoid dislodging Shen Qingqiu. “Good. What is it? What happened to Shizun?”

Shang Qinghua’s eyes went wide. He looked a bit like a prey animal caught in the gaze of a predator.

“Uh, um. Well, that is.” Shang Qinghua glanced backwards at Mobei Jun, then coughed awkwardly. “He’s probably been infected with the pollen of the Thousand Year… Lifetime’s Happiness plant.” He withdrew the flower from before from one of his sleeves. “That’s what this flower is from, anyway. The cure is actually really simple, it’s just a bunch of common medicinal herbs...”

That was good. Luo Binghe nodded again, and waited just long enough that Shang Qinghua seemed to think he was safe.

“And why did you expect that we would be ‘indecent’?” he asked then.

Shang Qinghua choked. Still, he answered, “Well, Thousand Year Lifetime’s Happiness pollen usually…” He flailed a little. “...causes people to, well, be -- uh, want…”

He was obviously struggling in finding an acceptable way to phrase it. Luo Binghe thought he knew what he meant, but he didn’t bother to help. He wondered if Shang Qinghua was simply always so awkward when it came to such things or if it was just Luo Binghe’s presence?

“...They usually search out relief of, you know, a sexual nature,” Shang Qinghua finished awkwardly, resigned.

“Then why isn’t he?” Luo Binghe said.

Shang Qinghua shrugged. “I don’t know.”

Luo Binghe narrowed his eyes, and Shang Qinghua jumped.

“But!” He waved the glass bottle again. “Either way, this will cure it!”

Hurriedly, Shang Qinghua moved forward enough to set the bottle on Luo Binghe’s desk before skittering backwards again. He bowed quickly, grabbed one of Mobei Jun’s hands, and all but fled the room with Mobei Jun allowing himself to be pulled along. Mobei Jun nodded to Luo Binghe.

“Uh, good luck,” Shang Qinghua called back over his shoulder.

And then the door closed behind them.

Luo Binghe shook his head, then set about getting Shen Qingqiu to lean away long enough to drink the liquid in the bottle. Unfortunately, Shen Qingqiu was decidedly unwilling to put up with the distance. In the end, Luo Binghe poured some of the liquid into his own mouth, careful not to swallow any, then, burying one hand in Shen Qingqiu’s hair to hold the back of his head, coaxed him into an actual kiss on the mouth.

Carefully, Luo Binghe pushed until Shen Qingqiu was tipped backwards to ensure that the liquid would flow into his mouth. Shen Qingqiu choked and tried to pull away, but Luo Binghe held him steady until he swallowed it, then pulled away himself.

Shen Qingqiu immediately coughed, but didn’t cough up any liquid.

“Binghe…?” Shen Qingqiu looked dazed.

“I’m here, Shizun,” Luo Binghe said comfortingly.

Shen Qingqiu blinked slowly at him a couple of times, then slumped over, his head falling to Luo Binghe’s shoulder.

“Shizun!?”

One arm still wrapped around Shen Qingqiu to support him, Luo Binghe tipped his head up. Shen Qingqiu was still breathing, calm and deep, and his eyes were closed.

He was asleep.

That was… probably fine. Luo Binghe let out a breath of relief.

Shifting his hold on Shen Qingqiu and slipping one arm under his knees, Luo Binghe stood, picking Shen Qingqiu up into a bridal carry at the same time. Another thing Shen Qingqiu never allowed when he was awake and aware.

At the very least, Shen Qingqiu should wake up in a bed, Luo Binghe figured.

And hopefully he wouldn’t be too embarrassed.

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grandmasterofwangxiancultivation · 5 years

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94 You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.

okay, i know it’s supposed to be a drabble, but i went a bit overboard…? i hope it’s okay! i choose bingqiu for this prompt, it kinda fitted in my mind :3

Send me a number and i’ll write a drabble (or something longer)!

Rating: MaturePairing: BingqiuAdditional tags: canon universe, post-canon? sort of?Summary: In which Shen Qingqiu is sappy and he knows, Luo Binghe gets overprotective and Liu Qingge just wanted to help.

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Shen Qingqiu knew that going through with that idea would eventually prove to be troublesome. He had considered it before leaving, of course, watching Luo Binghe fidget nervously in front of him when he told him he was needed elsewhere, away from Qing Jing Peak, together with Liu Qingge.

The idea of parting from his Shizun never appealed him, but knowing that Bai Zhan’s Peak Lord would accompany him… he didn’t like it. Convincing him had been hard, and it took Shen Qingqiu a great deal of coaxing and indulging his disciple’s requests to let him set off for Lek Yuen City with Liu Qingge. Yulan Festival was still weeks apart but rich merchants and nobles won’t listen to reason until they knew they were well protected and ghost-proofed. Asking their Sect for help in the matter had been a preposterous move, but with a Demon Lord among their ranks Yue Qingyuan had wanted to keep everyone quiet and content.

Everyone but Shen Qingqiu. He was already quiet and content in his bamboo house, studying some plant’s side effect and experimenting around a bit, thank you very much! How come he was the only one available?!

Closing the door behind his back and moving a couple of steps into the room, he sighed. Another day away from his Peak was over, and all in all, he couldn’t deny that he had had fun, venturing in the market streets and strolling through the forest on the edge of the city.

(He had found lots of interesting items, and every time he turned to show them to Luo Binghe, he realised he was either alone or in the company of someone else. His discontentment was probably obvious, if the furrowed expression in Liu Qingge’s face had been anything to go by.)

He took off his outer robe, untied his hair, let his body ease in the calmness of the descending night, breathing in the silence and forcing his body to sit on the bed and pick up the hairbrush he left on the bedside table that morning.

Let his mind drift, to the previous night and those before it since he arrived there, and how odd the feeling that had pervaded him from that moment on was, like the impending silence waiting him once he found himself alone in that same room was far from being comforting and relaxing.

Maybe, he merely wasn’t accustomed to it anymore, with what living together with Luo Binghe had done to his humble routine. Maybe, he had started seeing his apprentice’s presence as part of his daily life at a far deeper level than he thought.

Or maybe, it was much simpler than that.

A hand brushed the object between his fingers away from his hold, and all his senses snapped in him like a bungee cord.

Shen Qingqiu tensed and his hand flew to his waist, only to remember that he didn’t have his fan when he came back -he probably displaced it somewhere at dinner, half sure Liu Qingge would eventually find it and give it back.

So he prepared to attack with his spiritual energy, but than the person in the room speak, and an intense wave of relaxation washed over him, taking him totally by surprise.

“Shizun.”

“…Binghe.”

It took him a while to formulate a reply, with his heart in his throat for the scare and his limbs trembling for the sudden rush of adrenaline.

That apprentice was crazy!! Demon Lord or not, you can’t sneak up your master’s back like this!! Do you want to have him killed?! Do you even know how to perform CPR?!?

He settled for something more intelligible while calming his racing heart. How could he not sense his presence in the room? When did Luo Binghe become so good at stealth operations?!

“What are you doing here?!”

There was a smile on Binghe’s face -Shen Qingqiu couldn’t see it, his back at him while he brushed his hair, treading his fingers between the locks a couple of times, but he could somehow feel it, especially when he opened his mouth.

“This disciple couldn’t handle solitude. He missed his Sizhun too much.”

Shen Qingqiu ignored how something constricted in his chest -how the longing in Binghe’s tone seemed to mirror that bitter feeling he had been fighting off for days. Instead, he sighed and turned, lifting his chin a bit to look at his apprentice, kneeling on his bed with placid demeanor, as if he was restraining himself. He recognised the glint in his dark irises right away.

Shen Qingqiu swallowed.

“Did this disciple scare his Husband?” Luo Binghe added, apologetic, leaning toward him without diverting his gaze from Shen Qingqiu’s eyes and lowering it only when he was too bent forward to manage it. His intention became clear only when his lips pressed lightly on his shoulder, nuzzling it a couple of seconds before withdrawing and fixing his robe -Shen Qingqiu hadn’t noticed his sleeve had slipped down. The action -the intimacy that gesture spoke of- almost made him blush.

And what was with that sudden title?! When had Binghe turned into a smooth, tricky charmer?!

He breathed deeply, thinly observing him, gradually aware of his tense posture, the way his hands tightened on his knees with Shen Qingqiu’s gaze carefully settled on him. He sighed again, fully knowing what the reason behind the impatient gleam in Luo Binghe’s wide eyes was. Could he even reject such a puppy face? He didn’t have his fan to help him dodge the upcoming attacks, so it was much more clever to store energy for when he will really need it.

(Binghe had really made him shameless, making him use the lack of a weapon as an excuse to cave in, for once, and reaching for his disciple’s face it almost looked like he was admitting that he had dearly missed this, too. Missed him.)

Shen Qingqiu patted his head, allowing himself to smile sublty when the young man closed his eyes and relaxed under his touch, trembling. He turned fully, placing himself on the bed in front of him, and every hunch on nervousness he had ever felt in moments like this assaulted him when a hand reached for his, trapping it against a cheek when Luo Binghe’s eyelids lifted again.

None of them spoke a word, and Shen Qingqiu gripped his disciple’s shoulder when Luo Binghe came for him, an arm sneaking around his waist as his lips reduced the space between them.

He kissed him like years had passed since the last time and his lips parted in response without excessive coaxing, a trilling news Luo Binghe welcomed with a moan. He pulled him in the same instant Shen Qingqiu pressed forward, legs caging the Demon Lord’s hips and breath stuck in his throat at the craved proximity.

Binghe’s fingers intertwined with his hair, forcing his head down, the palm of his other hand slipping under the robe and tracing every patch of skin he could find, possessively groping his back and waist as Shen Qingqiu quivered, overwhelmed, clinging to him and reluctantly giving in to his own body’s demand.

He unfastened the string that kept Binghe’s hair up, letting it fall untidily, scraping his nape in circular movements to dispel the remaining tension and drawing another groan from his apprentice, his hips snapping up in reflex and making Shen Qingqiu break of the kiss, hissing in pleasure at the friction. He panted, ashamed, forehead resting on Luo Binghe’s.

“Shizun’s body missed me too, this disciple is incredibly glad” he mused, murmuring against his lips and leaning forward to playfully bite one of them, distracting him.

Gleeful disciple, Shen Qingqiu wanted to smack the edge of his fan on his head once more, but he had to resort to his hands, ready to protest and ultimately gripping his shoulders again as Binghe’s palm brushed downward to tease his cock, hidden behind his slacks. He moaned in his ear, back arching, his body a shuddering net of burning nerves in his disciple’s hands.

Traitor! Was a bit of abstinence from sex all it took to reduce his body like this?! He felt betrayed, insulted, deceived!! Why didn’t the System place him somewhere easier to reason with?!

“Did Shizun? Did my Husband miss this foolish disciple, too?”

He couldn’t think, he couldn’t beat around the bush with Luo Binghe’s palms on him like that, pushing on all the right buttons and clashing their hips together to elicit whimper after whimper from him.

Binghe was losing his cool, Shizun’s reactions too good, too lovely and intoxicating for him to not do something about it. He almost had him under him, pressed on the mattress, when someone knocked at the door.

Both of them froze, their labored breathe the only thing causing noises in the room, aside from the occasional knocking and voice accompanying them.

“Shen Qingqiu? Are you awake?”

Luo Binghe’s hands fisted, arms closing around a vulnerable Shizun.

“Why is he here? It’s late. Why would he come to your room?” he hastily whispered, barely remaining calm enough not to shout at the door. Shen Qingqiu pulled away from him, moving backward to recover more quickly.

Shit. Okay, Liu Qinge was outside his room and Luo Binghe seemed ready to rip his head off, judging from the way he kept eyeing the direction where the other Peak Lord could come from at any given moment. The last thing he wanted was to cause a scene, perfectly knowing how it was living with those two emitting testosterone whenever they were in the same place. Moreover, Luo Binghe he, the Demon Lord, should be here!

“Hide” he managed to say under his breath, not looking in his direction to not gauge his current appearance. “Hide and don’t come out until he is gone.”

“No! I’m not leaving Shizun alone with him in the middle of the night! What if he touches Shizun-”

Another knock. Liu Qingge probably heard noises.

“Shen Qingqiu?”

“He won’t” he replied quickly, getting off of the bed and fixing his inner robe while for something to put on. “Now do as I say!” he hastened him, slipping into his outer robe before turning and promptly walking toward Luo Binghe, all the while saying out loud: “I’m awake! Let me put something on” in the general direction of the door.

“If he-”

“He won’t” Shen Qingqiu assured him again, pushing him under the bed and ordering him to stay quiet. Luo Binghe begrudgingly obeyed, frowning.

Shen Qingqiu straightened his clothes, breathing deeply and trying to dissipate the remaining fog caused by his and Binghe’s… previous activity. He ventured to the door, unceremoniously opening it and revealing his fellow Peak Lord’s garbled expression. He smiled apologetically to him, moving aside to invite him in, glancing nervously at his bed.

“What is Junior Brother doing here this late in the evening? Something happened?”

Liu Qingge looked around, frown deepening, before his eyes settled on the one who welcomed him. His lips thinned.

Shen Qingqiu had surely tried to make himself presentable, but when Liu Qingge came in, he had felt the strong impulse to look elsewhere. Bitten, plump, shiny lips and disarrayed hair and robe told him all he needed to know -the malevolent, familiar energy he had felt and its closeness to Shen Qingqiu finding its righteous cause at last.

Luo Binghe was there, no doubt. But where did he go? Did he hide? Liu Qingge found the situation ridiculous, as if he didn’t know what kind of relationship they had. They had never made a secret of it when it started, so why all this discretion now?

“Where you sleeping?”

“Almost” Shen Qingqiu swiftly retorted, hands hiding in his sleeves.

“You left your fan on the table while we were dining” he explained. A sound disturbed the quietness of the room and Shen Qingqiu coughed, hand flying up to cover his mouth, apologising with a half bow.

“Ah, that’s right, I noticed it before going to sleep, I’m sorry it inconvenienced Junior Brother to the point of coming here instead of resting in his room.”

But Liu Qingge, the almost burberous, chivalry Lord of Bai Zhan Peak, waved him off, telling him with that gesture he needn’t worry.

“It’s not a problem. You always lose it and we never know when it’ll come in handy, you should be more careful with your possessions” he admonished, eyebrow flying upward when the same sound from before followed.

“Yes, Junior Brother is completely right, this Lord is too forgetful! Thankfully Junior Brother always manages to help and return whatever possession of this Lord he finds” he commented rapidly, trying to keep his attention on him.

“Don’t count on it as if it’s something you’re giving for granted!” he protested, shaking his head immediately after when he didn’t even succeed in sounding truly irritated.

A hiss.

Liu Qingge handed him the fan.

“This Lord promises to be more careful” Shen Qingqiu reassured him, taking the object and tilting his head to the side to smile contrivedly, shifting his weight from one leg to the other continuously. Suddenly, Liu Qingge noticed a strange, colored item caught in his hair, something that looked like a feather, and he acted on impulse.

“You have something in your hair-”

“Uh? Where?”

“Here” he said, pointing at the red feather with his finger, but Shen Qinqiu kept missing the spot, so he intervened.

“Wait, let me-”

Like a hurricane, a shadow barged on them, wrapping Shen Qingqiu in protective arms and sneering menacingly at the intruder.

“Hands off! Don’t touch Shizun!” he roared, tightening his hold, fingers shielding Shen Qingqiu’s head and pinning it under his chin, eyes burning in anger and tempted to incinerate Liu Qingge’s raised arm.

He dropped it.

Shen Qingqiu hit his own forehead with an open palm, mumbling at Luo Binghe and to himself: “You’re an idiot. I married an idiot.”

Luo Binghe’s rage quelled, and the blush on his cheeks spoke of something entirely different.

“What did Shizun said?”

“That you’re an idiot! I told you to not come out!”

“No, after that! What did Shizun do to that idiot?” he persisted, eyes glinting again, holding Shen Qingqiu flush to his chest, and the Peak Lord’s frustration and embarrassment was so evident, irises ashamedly eyeing him and pleading him to do something or go away, that Liu Qingge cringed for him.

“I’m out of here” he just retorted, not wanting to witness anything his eyes weren’t ready for. He left the couple alone, returning to the room next to Shen Qingqiu’s and hoping the walls were thick enough to spare his ears.

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delicioussshame · 2 years

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More bites of trash fic I shouldn’t be posting. Sorry not sorry.

The knock on his door startles Shen Yuan.

His underlings don’t come to disturb him while he rests in his private quarters. Luo Binghe is allowed in without having to knock, and Shen Jiu has never bothered to announce himself before barging in. So this is either an emergency, or…

Ah. “Is this urgent?”

“I would like to have this talk sooner than later, but it can wait.”

Shen Yuan sighs. “Let’s take care of it now. Come in.”

Yue Qingyuan slips in noiselessly, pleasant smile glued to his face, nothing of the ruthless killer noticeable in his friendly demeanor.

They’ve always gotten along fine, but it has always been very clear where this man’s loyalties lie. “Are you here on official business?”

“No.”

“As Shen Jiu’s representative?”

“No. I just want to have a chat.”

“Fine.” He gestures to a nearby chair. “Do you want anything? Tea, coffee, anything stronger?”

Yue Qingyuan shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.” He laughs. “Does your pupil still prepare tea for you? He used to handle those matters, didn’t he? Now that he’s the boss of a rival family, wouldn’t that be absurd?”

Shen Yuan shrugs. “I never made him do it, but yes, he’ll serve teas and snacks whenever he can. I’m sure if he’d been here, he’d have offered you something. The two of you got along fine, didn’t you?” Before, he rather thought Yue Qingyuan saw Luo Binghe as something similar to what he himself was to Shen Jiu. Younger, certainly, but someone who would eventually grow into Shen Yuan’s right-hand man.

In a perfect world, Shen Yuan would have wanted Luo Binghe to find his way far, far from his world, but he knew it would never happen. Keeping him close and safe by his side has seemed a good second choice, a long time ago.

“I’m not sure he feels as fond of me now that he discovered who his father was.”

Shen Yuan opens the liquor cabinet. He’ll probably need it. “That’s a non-issue. Luo Binghe considers his mother his only parent, and you’re not the one who killed her.”

“No, your brother did, and we know how fond of him your future husband is.”

“It’s reciprocated. I’m trying to do something about it, but neither of them is willing to even consider collaboration. It’s not going well.”

Yue Qingyuan sips the drink Shen Yuan handed him without question. He didn’t ask for it, but he can’t say no, and Shen Yuan knows it. He still outranks Yue Qingyuan, after all. “From a tactical point of view, allying ourselves with Luo Binghe is sound. It’ll make running our affairs easier, and Luo Binghe himself is both clever and dangerous, the kind of man one much prefers having on their side. On a personal level, however… You couldn’t have picked a worst husband.”

“Is that Shen Jiu talking, or do you know something I don’t?”

“I’m talking about your brother, of course. A blind man could see how genuine Luo Binghe’s devotion is. I’m sure you know how to use it, if necessary. He will cause certain issues, but who wouldn’t? You can handle him, and if you can’t, your family will. Shen Jiu will.”

“I’m sure you agree this is the worst-case scenario.”

“Of course, but if Luo Binghe does something to you, Shen Jiu will burn their whole family to the ground. This time, there will be no survivor. Are you willing to take this responsibility?”

“Shen Jiu told me something similar before. I told him it would only happen if he made it happen. I stand by it.”

“Your brother cares for you deeply. He’s just very bad at expressing it. Please consider his side.”

“Is this what you tell yourself when he goes out for the night?”

Shen Yuan regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth. Yue Qingyuan might not be his man, but he’s an ally, one who always treated him right. He doesn’t deserve this reminder of how fickle Shen Jiu is. “You must excuse me. I didn’t intend-“

“What does Luo Binghe say when you’re the one he’s visiting?”

Shen Yuan is struck silent. He’d never thought Shen Jiu would be so careless as to let Yue Qingyuan find out about… whatever his issue was. He’s still not over Luo Binghe very much implying he was also aware of it, and now this? He really needs to cut those ties. Tell Shen Jiu no and let Yue Qingyuan take care of him, while he himself returns to Luo Binghe’s side.

Like Shen Jiu wouldn’t consider it another knife in his back and double down on his attempts on Luo Binghe’s life.

“That’s what I thought.” Yue Qingyuan drains his drink and settles the glass down harshly. “I won’t oppose this union, but I won’t champion it either. It’s on you to make it work. My job is to keep Xiao Jiu safe. Another stunt like the other day, and Shen Jiu won’t be the one your fiancé will have to be careful of.” The menace that had become increasingly evident on Yue Qingyuan’s face melts off until he looks like the amiable big brother Shen Yuan never had. “I just want what is best for everyone, yourself included. Keep what I’ve said in mind, yes?”

Shen Yuan nods, still too stunned to do anything but look at him go.

It takes him too many glasses of something amber-colored to get back in a state close to functioning.

Still, what a bed he made for himself.

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delicioussshame · 3 years

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Happy New Year! Have a transition chapter.

If there is a thing Luo Binghe doesn’t understand, it’s whatever appeal Shang Qinghua holds.

There must be something of note to this insignificant man, for Shizun to consider him a friend. For all that Shen Qingqiu disparages Shang Qinghua all the time, Luo Binghe is too familiar with his husband’s temperament not to notice the affection hiding behind the harsh words. Their relationship is not only that of fellow peak lords.

Why did his husband, usually so discriminate, decide to favor this man out of all?

Even more incomprehensible, Shang Qinghua has managed to enthrall Mobei-Jun? Someone who, up to this point, had remained cold to all advances made to him? Luo Binghe admits he has sometimes enjoyed watching the women who had their heart set on him turn to the next best option, his second-in-command, only to have all their flirting hit the unbreakable wall of ice that was Mobei-Jun, all without causing a single crack. It had been one of the reasons why he’d felt it safe to hand him Shizun’s care. He couldn’t imagine Mobei-Jun would open up for the husband of his superior. Luo Binghe flattered himself that Mobei-Jun respected and trusted him too much to attempt such an affront.

Then again, they had struck an accord that Luo Binghe did not regret. Shen Qingqiu needed all the allies he could gather in the demon world, since his position as Luo Binghe’s sole spouse made him the target of more enemies than could be imagined. Knowing Shen Qingqiu has someone on his side when Luo Binghe left him behind did make it easier for him not to worry.

Maybe he could consider Shang Qinghua as one such ally? He was heavily involved in this realm too, after all, and managed it well enough not to have his own share of enemies, as far as Luo Binghe knows. He might be wrong about this. He doesn’t pay Shang Qinghua much attention.

At this point, he might as well ask his husband. Shizun taught all his students that knowledge is power. If Luo Binghe understood Shen Qingqiu’s relationship with Shang Qinghua, it might soothe some of his worries. Since he’s going to be an important part of Mobei-Jun’s life and thus, of his and Shen Qingqiu’s, a few questions should be acceptable. “Shizun?”

Shen Qingqiu lifts his eyes from the book he’s reading.

Luo Binghe feels a hint of guilt at interrupting Shen Qingqiu’s leisure time.

“Yes?”

“Why are you friends with Shang Qinghua?”

Shen Qingqiu sputters, his countenance disturbed by the unexpected question. “What? We’re not friends!”

Luo Binghe sighs. Why does Shizun bother to lie about such matters? He’s terrible at it. “Why do you spend time with him then? You both see each other quite often, not to mention Shizun arranged his relationship with Mobei-Jun. Surely you wouldn’t have extended them this courtesy if you didn’t believe they were worthy of one another? “

Shen Qingqiu has pulled his fan, and is using it to try to hide his discomfort with the subject at hand. It’s cute. “Their affairs are their own business! I just gave them a tiny little push! Why does Binghe care who I spend time with?”

What a ridiculous question. “I care about how Shizun spends every second of every day, of course. I’m just not quite certain why Shen Qingqiu chooses to do so with Shang Qinghua. This disciple’s insight pales when compared to his master’s; if he could illuminate his stupid student on the matter, this Luo Binghe would be forever grateful.”

As expected, Shen Qingqiu rises to pat Luo Binghe’s head, his discomfiture forgotten in his urge to console Luo Binghe. “Binghe isn’t stupid! Anyone would have difficulty noticing Shang Qinghua’s qualities. The few he has are well hidden.”

He leans into it shamelessly. Also like he didn’t say what he just said to get this exact reaction. “What are they?”

Shen Qingqiu falters for a moment, but Luo Binghe tilts his head in his hand and stares at him with wide eyes. “He’s… learned? Sometimes. He occasionally remembers things I don’t. We share… similar interests as scholars. He can be a good listener, if not a very good advice giver.”

That’s… surprising. “How did you find out you two had similar interests? You didn’t meet very often when we were still on Qing Jing Peak.”

“I… Shang Qinghua and I are from the same place. We did not know one another intimately, but because of it we share… values that some other cultivators don’t.”

Luo Binghe straightens. It is extremely rare from Shen Qingqiu to talk about anything regarding his past. When the topic comes up, he is usually very evasive. Luo Binghe doesn’t push him. He wants to know everything there is to know about his husband, but not if Shen Qingqiu doesn’t want to talk about it. What has passed long ago has no impact on their current life.

Or at least he thought this was how it was, but if the past is what ties Shen Qingqiu and Shang Qinghua… “Where did you two come from?” A place that could create Shen Qingqiu, whose noble nature can be noticed by the blind, and Shang Qinghua, who does not possess even a fraction of a similar presence. “We could visit! I would love to see where Shizun grew up.” What a place it must be, for it to have given birth to his husband. He imagines it is just as beautiful and serene as him, with only the sounds of the wind travelling through the bamboo to disturb the peaceful silence.

Shen Qingqiu squirms, just a little. “We can’t.

“Why not?”

“Because… it’s unreachable.”

“Was it destroyed?” Wars, bandits, monsters, natural disasters. Anything can happen to a measly village.

“No, it’s not that, it’s… I didn’t plan on talking to Binghe about this today! Give me a minute!”

Luo Binghe flinches a bit at his husband’s unexpected outburst. He remains still and quiet after, giving Shen Qingqiu the time he requested.

Shen Qingqiu sighs. “Binghe has a right to know. He should have been told a long time ago, really. I just… was afraid he will not like what he will hear. Would he prefer not to be told about it?”

Luo Binghe shakes his head, cutting off his husband’s escape route. Whatever this is, Shen Qingqiu seems to be troubled by it. From what he just said, this secret has been weighing down on him. It would be better for him to free himself from it, so that they can work on the problem together.

“Just like the other you, the one who appeared, Shang Qinghua and I do not come from this world. We come from a completely different world, a different time, really. We died, then we came here. The big difference between us is that while Shang Qinghua was born in the body he is inhabiting, I arrived later. The real Shen Qingqiu, the one who earned this title… He did not survive the fever he suffered from when you were still a disciple.”

He’s not lying. Why would he?

Luo Binghe has no idea how to react to this revelation, so instead he’ll react to his husband’s tense frame, like he expects to be hit. “I believe you.”

Shen Qingqiu turns almost frightened eyes toward him. “You do?”

Luo Binghe nods. “My husband would not lie to me about this.”

…Are Shen Qingqiu’s eyes turning wet? Really?

He’s never seen Shen Qingqiu cry.

“Does Binghe still consider this master… no, this man, his husband? Despite the deception? Despite the many treacheries he had to accomplish to keep hiding? Because I would understand if Binghe didn’t. He married his husband under false pretenses, so if he wanted to reconsider, I would cooperate. I could return to the peak until he decides what he wants to do, or maybe visit the human realm, where no one cares who I am. Whatever Binghe wants, I will facilitate, I promis-”

Luo Binghe shuts his husband up by pressing a finger to his lips. “Shizun has said enough.”

Shen Qingqiu audibly stops talking.

“This is… a complicated matter. Something I will need to think about. Something I want to hear more, much more, about. But first: did Shizun decide to come here? Did he pick his body?” Did you kill your predecessor, husband of mine?

He removes the finger.

“No! No to both questions! I woke up in this body, and the System, that’s the… deity is the easiest comparison, responsible for mine and Shang Qinghua’s situations, enforced my silence about it.”

Luo Binghe nods. “I see. Then, since the man in front of me is the one I fell in love with, I see no reason why things would change. Shizun should remain here, and we can discuss it further. Later, maybe, when Shizun has calmed down a little.” He takes his husband in his arm and holds him there, until Shen Qingqiu has regained his inner equilibrium.

He holds him a little longer, just because he can.

______________

Something weird is going on.

Shang Qinghua is being tailed.

Well, not really. They’re not being subtle about it. From the moment he set foot inside Luo Binghe’s palace, two burly demons have been following him everywhere he goes.

He would have said something if they weren’t wearing Luo Binghe’s livery.

Hopefully they’ll get bored of watching Shang Qinghua pouring over the books of Luo Binghe’s library and leave to do something worth their time.

Except Big Scary Demon number 2 decides to steal the book he’s perusing. “You’re meeting Junshang now.”

“Huh, no? I would know.”

The demon gives his comment all the consideration he must think it deserves: none at all. “You’re coming with us or we’ll make you go. If Junshang has to wait, you’ll pay for wasting his time.” He grins the kind of grin Shang Qinghua bets dumb henchmen everywhere grin. “If you’d rather wait, I’ll happily watch Junshang punish you. It’ll be fun.”

Yeah, no. Shang Qinghua jumps to his feet. Better not make Luo Binghe wait. Nothing good will come out of pissing him off. “I’m coming, I’m coming! Don’t hurt me!”

He’s unceremoniously shoved in the direction of the door and escorted through the meanders of Luo Binghe’s palace.

Luo Binghe dismisses his flunkies with barely a word. Ha! Shang Qinghua knew they were nobodies.

In other matters, it is possible Shang Qinghua is in deep shit. Luo Binghe has never cared about his existence before. If he had him “accompanied” to his quarters, then something is wrong. “Lord Luo?”

Luo Binghe stares at him wordlessly.

Shang Qinghua has developed reflexes when it comes to scary demon kings glaring at him; he freezes and starts sweating helplessly. “Please tell me why I’m here? If I’m not needed, my king has left me duties I need to complete. There is no reason for me to keep you from your own very important duties.” Please don’t kill me.

Luo Binghe sighs. “You’re here because Shizun told me the truth about your common origin.”

Shang Qinghua freezes on the spot, only more than before. Cucumber-bro, really!? You went and told Luo Binghe about transmigration and didn’t even warn me about it? That was the least you could have done! “I see.”

“Shang Qinghua is not going to deny it? Or ask questions?”

If anything had happened to Shen Qingqiu, who stood to lose a lot more than Shang Qinghua after that revelation, he would have heard about it. As a spy, he needs to keep afloat of such major developments. He heard nothing, so things should be fine. “He did tell you about transmigration, right?”

Luo Binghe nods.

“Then you probably have heard everything relevant. I don’t have anything to add. Unless Lord Luo is the one who has questions?” He would not be surprised to hear Shen Qingqiu has been less than forthcoming.

He’s going to have to talk to Mobei-Jun about this, right? Can’t have him learn the truth from Luo Binghe. That would turn out badly.

“I used to wonder why my husband and yourself had a relationship at all, but I have been made aware that you are his sole compatriot. As much as it pains me to admit it, this puts you in a position where you can offer Shen Qingqiu solace I cannot. As such, you are important to my husband’s happiness, and since my husband’s happiness is my first priority, it is incumbent on me to do everything necessary to preserve it. You will now be the subject of increased security. I have also warned Mobei-Jun to do the same, though I have been told you were already under extensive protection.”

Huh. News to him. “Okay.” That’s going to make his life harder, isn’t it? Can’t spy if you have your own guards. “Thanks, but that’s really not necessary? I’m not anyone’s target. It’s mismanagement of resources.”

Luo Binghe frowns. “It is not. Shen Qingqiu would be displeased if something happened to you. Resources extended for my husband’s sake are not misused.”

Okay, so Shen Qingqiu waltzed right out of any issue regarding his real identity with his control on Luo Binghe intact. Of course he did.

Trying to get Luo Binghe not to do something he thinks will benefit Shen Qingqiu is an even bigger waste of time. “As Lord Luo wishes, then.” No point in opposing the protagonist.

“Shizun told me the place you two came from is very different from here, and that sometimes these differences can be… overwhelming to him. Do you have any idea of what he could mean?”

Shang Qinghua bites back his laughter. “Oh yes. There are so many potential triggers I couldn’t possibly count them.” The lack of any modern comfort can still annoy them, despite all the years they have been living here.

“Tell me if there is anything I could do to make his life easier. Just because you can apparently help doesn’t mean you should be the one only doing it.”

Luo Binghe would want to be the only one doing it. Big surprise here. He must have loved hearing all about how Shen Qingqiu was separated from everything Luo Binghe grew up with, but Shang Qinghua shared baggage with him.

Shang Qinghua thinks that not even Luo Binghe could bring Shen Qingqiu his beloved internet back, or his favorite books, and let’s not even get into the families they left behind when they died. Even the protagonist doesn’t have those skill sets.

What he does have though… There should be rushan somewhere? He thinks he included some at some point. It’s not quite right, but what does he know about food anyway. “While the food we used to eat is not completely different from what we can find here, some more recent offerings have been sorely missed. I don’t know anything about cooking, but you do, so are you up to a challenge?”

He can see Luo Binghe light up at the idea of helping his husband with something he can definitely handle. “Yes! Whatever Shizun used to eat, I’m sure I can reproduce.”

“Well, clear your calendar, because I can count what I know about cheese production on my fingers, and if we’re making pizza, it’s going to be necessary.”

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delicioussshame · 4 years

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Last part of the modern AU. Still crack.

Yuan don’t delete this message is the subject of the very suspicious email Shen Yuan just got from what looks like one of those email addresses that are good for five minutes.

Since he’s pretty sure who that’s from, he clicks on it with trepidation.

Inside it are two tickets to Málaga Airport and the following message: You’re coming to my wedding.

Shen Yuan stares at the message for five minutes.

Of course Shen Jiu eloped. Of fucking course he did. Shen Yuan can see it in his mind. Shen Jiu telling their parents he’s getting married. Their mother eagerly asking which heiress caught his eyes. Shen Jiu picking someone unsuitable. Fake tears from his mother, disapproval barely hidden under a thin cover of concern from his father. Shen Jiu having no patience for their antics.

A wedding without them somewhere in the south of Spain.

…At least he got two tickets. “Binghe, we’re going to a wedding.”

_____________

It’s the closest to a fight they ever had.

Luo Binghe outright refuses to let him go. He says it’s too dangerous.

Shen Yuan reminds him that there would be way simpler ways to kill him than invite not only Shen Yuan himself but also Binghe, by the way, to a wedding. Weddings, Binghe! Shen Yuan is sure that Luo Binghe is the kind of sap that cries at weddings.

Luo Binghe tells him he’ll warn his parents, who, after all, are the ones who hired him.

“If you stop me from going, I won’t forgive you.” There. See if a softie like Luo Binghe can resist that.

To top it all, he fixes his expression into his blandest mask.

Luo Binghe tears up.

Shen Yuan refuses to flinch. He’s going to his brother’s wedding. If anything, he needs to know what kind of pretty lady managed to bind Shen Jiu in matrimony. He never thought his brother would give up the family business for love of all things, which it must be. Shen Yuan cannot think of anything less worth giving up his future.

Luo Binghe wouldn’t fall for that reasoning, so… “Shen Jiu is my only brother. He invited me to his wedding. I cannot not be there. If you don’t want to go, I’ll go by myself. Someone from the family should be there.”

Luo Binghe wipes his teary eyes. “A-Yuan really needs to be there?”

Shen Yuan nods.

“To the point of risking his life for it?”

Inwardly, he sighs. He’s not risking his life!

Outwardly, he nods again.

“…Fine. But A-Yuan must stay by my side at all times.”

“…You can’t bring a gun on the plane.”

“I’ll get one once we’re there. I know someone.”

...Shen Jiu better not try to kill him. Can’t hold a wedding if the husband is dead.

_____________

Who the fuck are all these people staring at him with disgust? What’s their problem? Are they just jealous their dates aren’t as hot as his?

What? They’re not.

Not that most of these people aren’t ridiculously attractive. Shen Yuan is starting to get self-conscious. Did Shen Jiu pick his bride from a model agency and these are all her friends?

“You’re Shen Jiu’s brother?”

Shen Yuan turns towards the pissed off looking lady. “Yes. You are?”

“Tell me what’s good about him.”

Shen Yuan blinks. “Why should I?” So rude. She didn’t even introduce herself.

She snorts. “Because I asked.”

“Don’t talk to my boyfriend that way.”

Well, that’s that. Luo Binghe now looks as pissed off as she does.

Great.

“This one too? Seriously, there must be something of worth to your lineage. You can’t just be good in bed, which is my only guess. I’m not going to find that out myself.”

Shen Yuan chokes.

Luo Binghe has his hand where his gun rests under his clothes.

“What I don’t understand is why I agreed to let you come to my wedding.”

“Please, I wouldn’t be here if it was just your wedding.”

Shen Yuan hasn’t seen Shen Jiu in months, but he looks well. That’s nice.

He also shouldn’t be at this pre-wedding reception. “What are you doing here!? Shouldn’t you be preparing for the ceremony?”

“Yes, but I need my best man, so shut up and come with me.”

“What, really?” It is possible Shen Yuan is touched. He never thought Shen Jiu would trust him with anything of value, ever.

“Yes. Come.”

“Don’t kill him!” That comment is intended for Luo Binghe, who is just thrilled at the way Shen Jiu is pulling at Shen Yuan, he can tell.

In the background, he can hear the woman mutters. “Oh, don’t stop yourself on my account.”

_____________

“Wait here, I need to talk to my brother. Who is not going to kill me. Tell him you’re not going to kill me.”

“If I wanted Yuan killed, he would be dead and there would be nothing you could do about it.”

“Brother! Binghe, wait here, okay? I’ll be back.”

Luo Binghe glares, knuckles turning white from his too tight hold on his gun. “You’d better, or your brother’s fiancée will never get to become his wife.”

Shen Jiu slams the door close in his face.

Great. Shen Jiu and Luo Binghe have talked to each other for less than a minute total and they already hate each other’s guts.

Not that that’s not a normal reaction around Shen Jiu. “How did you even manage to get someone to marry you if you always act like this? Who is she anyway?”

“Says you. What would our parents say if they knew you were dating your bodyguard?”

For a second, Shen Yuan really wishes he was a good enough liar to fool his brother. “Nothing. We’re not dating.”

“Please. Do you think I’m stupid?”

“It’s true!”

Shen Jiu stares at him. “It’s a cover story?”

“…Something like that.”

He keeps staring. “Something like that.”

Shen Yuan missed Shen Jiu’s unbelieving disapproval not at all. “Yes, something like that.”

“So are you pining by yourself or are you two fucking?”

Shen Yuan chokes.

“So both. Well done.”

Shen Yuan stares at the door longingly. “Don’t you have to put your clothes on, get your hair styled or something, anything? Because I cannot think of a single reason why I fought with Binghe to come here anymore, and I still have no idea how you got someone to stand you long enough to even begin to consider getting married to you.”

“You’re the one that needs help aesthetically. Don’t worry, I got you something decent for you to wear.”

Shen Yuan sighs. What he’s wearing could easily feed a family of four for weeks, but whatever. Shen Jiu’s standards have always been something else.

“Fine. Do your worst.”

He already knows he’s going to regret it.

_____________

Shen Yuan now gets the uncomprehending stares. He’s known Yue Qingyuan for all of a few hours, and he already knows he’s too nice for his brother. What the fuck happened there? Which of them catfished the other? Did Yue Qingyuan pass himself off as a beautiful woman in an attempt at getting the family fortune, and Shen Jiu was so impressed by his daring he fell in love with him?

…He could see that happening.

Not that he’s gonna ask. Shen Jiu wouldn’t tell him anyway.

Oh well, it was a nice wedding, regardless of the identity of the happy couple.

“Your brother and his husband don’t seem well matched.”

“I know, right? I don’t get it, but whatever, if he’s happy, who cares. I sure hope he’ll be, to get disowned for it.”

Luo Binghe freezes in the middle of removing his shirt for bed. “Disowned?”

Shen Yuan shrugs. “It might not last. My parents will probably get over it at some point. It’s not like they ever thought frail Shen Yuan would inherit. They’ve been grooming Shen Jiu for it all his life. Once they get used to the idea, they’ll rethink their current stance.” He hopes. Maybe if Shen Jiu procreates. Shen Yuan is pretty sure grandchildren could overcome his parents’ disappointment.

“…Would you get disowned if you married someone your family didn’t approve of?”

“Probably, not that it matters. I’m not getting married anytime soon.”

“…Why not?”

He shrugs. “Who would marry me? The women who come looking only want my family’s status and fortune. Now that Shen Jiu is completely out of the picture, I suppose it’ll get worse. I’m fine with my current situation, thanks.”

“…I would marry you.”

Shen Yuan ignores the way his pulse race. Instead, he pats Luo Binghe’s head. “Thank you, but Luo Binghe should marry someone he really loves, not saddle himself with me. He can do better.”

Luo Binghe, for some reason, looks outraged.

What? Did he say something wrong?

“What’s that nonsense? How could I possibly do better than A-Yuan?”

Shen Yuan blinks at him. “Huh, you could just look around yourself? Everyone that was here tonight is better looking than me? They’re not better looking than you, obviously, but still, they’d be a better fit with you.”

“Is A-Yuan blind? Everyone would agree he was the most beautiful person here.”

Shen Yuan knows for a fact that’s a lie. Like Shen Jiu would have allowed for that. “Did you drink? Did someone drug you? Oh god are you okay, how many fingers?”

“I’m fine. I’ve been careful. Four fingers.”

Shen Yuan is sure that Luo Binghe’s definition of being careful was closer to paranoia than anything else. Still. “Are you sure you don’t want to go see a doctor? I’m sure Shen Jiu can find us someone if you need to.”

“The only treatment I need is A-Yuan by my side. Forever would be good.”

Luo Binghe can be so sappy.

Shen Yuan doesn’t need that kind of service. “Seriously, this is nice, don’t get me wrong, but Binghe really does deserve better. He should look for someone to build a family with.”

Maybe Luo Binghe really did ingest something bad. He doesn’t seem well.

“A-Yuan, I don’t understand. I don’t want anyone but you. Why would I? By your side is where I’m happiest.”

Luo Binghe can’t be this foolish? “You know that’s not true. You should pick someone that, I don’t know, I’m not the person for this, all I have as reference are terrible novels, but someone whose smile makes you happy? Someone whose face you’d want to wake up to? Someone you share interests with? Someone you can see yourself grow old with? Not someone who can buy you nice things and that’s it.”

Now he’s really hoping Luo Binghe is drunk out of his ass. That way he won’t remember Shen Yuan lecturing him on what should be obvious.

“…A-Yuan cannot possibly think his only worth is his wealth?”

“Well, no.” Shen Yuan isn’t ugly? He’s just not anywhere near as hot as Luo Binghe. He’s smart? He knows things? He’s available? He’s… other nice things he can’t think of right now. He has qualities!

Just not any he can think of that would make Luo Binghe… love… him. “You could still do better. Binghe has so much going for him! He’s charming, kind, a good cook, intelligent, trained to keep someone safe, outgoing, good in bed, charismatic, fit, patient, I could go on! He should get a nice wife to pamper him.”

Luo Binghe’s smile is stunning. “I have no interest in being pampered by some woman. I’d much prefer to keep pampering A-Yuan, and being pampered by him.”

“That’s just because it’s convenient! We already live together, so maintaining a love life with someone else would be hard for you. Once you’re done with this job, you’ll find me a much less attractive prospect.”

“I don’t want this job to end. No, that’s not it. I don’t mind not being paid to stay with A-Yuan. If I need to, I’ll get a more regular job as a local security consultant or something similar. But I’m not taking another full-time client. I want to stay close to you.”

“But that’s…” Dumb? Ridiculous? A bad life choice? “probably not a good idea. Don’t throw your future away for me.”

“Shen Yuan is my future.”

Well.

That’s… clear.

Huh.

“Wait, when you were saying you loved me, were you being serious?”

“A-Yuan! What else could I have been!”

Shit.

…

“Is A-Yuan not just shy? He doesn’t care about me?”

Oh no. Oh no please don’t start crying now when Shen Yuan can barely get two neurons to work together. “No that’s not it, I care, I just didn’t think Binghe did.”

Well that sounds terrible. “Forget that, that’s not it either, I thought Binghe would finish his job and move on to his next client and that would be it. A nice memory, but nothing more.”

Aannd Binghe is crying. Damn fucking it.

Fuck Shen Jiu and his damned wedding. He hopes his wedding night is terrible. “Binghe, don’t cry, I’m right here, aren’t I? Sorry I’m an idiot, I don’t have much romantic experience. See, that’s why I thought you would go looking elsewhere.”

“I don’t want to.”

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” Shen Yuan is patting Luo Binghe’s back and wishing he had the capacity to manage this. “Let’s have a honeymoon too.”

Luo Binghe pushes back to look at him. “What?”

“Let’s go on a trip somewhere nice, just the two of us, somewhere where no one cares who we are. We’ll figure it all out after, okay? Where would you like to go? I think Shen Jiu is going to Bora Bora, but then again I wasn’t really listening so maybe it was somewhere else. Is there something you want to visit?”

Luo Binghe wipes his eyes. “I’ll think about it.”

“Good. Take your time. We’ll have lots of it, okay?”

“…Okay.”

Who ever thought Shen Yuan of all people had the ability to soothe distressed people? Dealing with his own issues is more than enough, thanks.

He keeps patting Luo Binghe’s back uselessly, keeping track of his irregular breathing until it’s smooth against. “Better?”

“...Yes.”

“Good.”

“…I didn’t know A-Yuan could be this oblivious.”

“That would make two of us.”

Luo Binghe laughs. Such a nice sound. “See? A-Yuan is funny, kind, mindful. I’m lucky to have him.”

Not anywhere near as much as Shen Yuan is. “See that you remember that tomorrow morning when you feel better and realise the consequences of your choices.”

Luo Binghe snorts. “Shen Yuan is the one that needs to remember what he promised. We’re going on vacation. And we’re going to talk. A lot.”

…Shit.

Well, he signed up for it. “I’ll call my travel agent.”

…He still thinks it’ll be a better trip than Shen Jiu’s.

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

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delicioussshame · 5 years

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I’ve spent so much time in the last month opening the second part of the MoShen thing and staring I decided fuck it, I’m writing part three, maybe it will help. Try getting Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun to talk about sex without intermediaries and see how you like it.

Anyway, all you need to know for part three is that they’ve been fucking long enough to be comfortable around each other.

Now, Shang Qinghua’s pov.

That noise wasn’t Mobei-Jun. The voice was too loud and too high to come from his king.

Shang Qinghua should have expected this would happen sooner or later. He wrote Mobei-Jun after all. He was also a demon king, like Bing-ge. Men like them have needs and many admirers more than willing to fulfill them. Of course his king isn’t celibate. Just because Shang Qinghua had never bothered to include love interests for him doesn’t mean he has none.

And if that voice was male, well, Shang Qinghua should have expected that too, considering what happened to his stallion protagonist. Obviously Cucumber-bro fucked everyone up by messing with the story.

The part of him with no sense of self-preservation, that part Shang Qinghua tried so hard to kill, that part really wonders what’s Mobei-Jun’s type. His king always looks so blank, it’s impossible to know what he likes. What kind of man managed to get through Mobei-Jun’s reserve? Shang Qinghua doesn’t have much presence, especially compared to all the demons roaming around. He can probably open the door to his king’s quarters silently enough not to be heard considering they’re not exactly paying attention.

The first thing he notices is Mobei-Jun's back, because hello, that is a nice back. Shang Qinghua wants to run his tongue all over those muscles, now would be good.

The second thing he notices are the white, delicate fingers digging into the meat of Mobei-Jun's shoulders and the slim, just as fair legs framing his hips. Huh. Shang Qinghua would have figured that if Mobei-Jun took a man to bed, he would still be a fighter, someone able to stand his own against him. Those hands belong to a musician or a scholar, maybe. Closer to his than Mobei-Jun's underlings’, without talons or claws or anything but normal, well-trimmed nails.

The rest of the person is hidden behind Mobei-Jun's obviously bigger body. That’s too bad. It’s not helping Shang Qinghua finding out what his king is into.

He should really go, shouldn’t he? What he’s doing is wrong, and Mobei-Jun will kill him if he catches him staring like a creeper.

It’s just really, really hard to stop looking at Mobei-Jun as he keeps thrusting into the person half sitting on his desk, fuck. Shang Qinghua gave reports while Mobei-Jun was sitting at that desk! Hell, he’d sat there once! Now all he’s going to be able to think about when he sees it is how hot it would be to get fucked on it, shit! And that ass! That ass is fiiiine. He likes to think they’re past the stage of their relationship where Mobei-Jun would kill him if he got too close, but he still believes he would get brutally murdered if he tried to slap that ass, no matter how no one sane could resist that kind of temptation. And he still hasn’t seen who he’s giving it too! Just a glimpse at his face would be enough! He could find out who it is from that. He’s good at gathering info, and maybe it’s a named character.

Before he can convince himself to stop being a worse pervert than Cucumber-bro thinks he is just because he had to write porn to survive, Mobei-Jun crunches slightly to… he’s picking him up! Obviously Mobei-Jun can just pick him some guy and carry him around. He could probably fuck like that without even straining himself.

Shank Qinghua rues the day he decided to write all his fantasies into one character.

The move is going to change the angle, so maybe he sees the guy’s face… after he makes sure they can’t see him. There’ll be no point if Mobei-Jun assassinates him.

Long black hair… Also pretty standard, not much to help identify hi…

His heart sinks into his chest. That can’t… It totally is Cucumber-bro being fucked mindless by Mobei-Jun. Fuck.

Fuck.

He needs to get out of here now.

______________

He’s been on his peak for two weeks and he still feels like shit. His mind just can’t accept what he saw. If he hadn’t seen him himself, he would have never believed it.

How did they even fall in love? It’s not like Shen Qingqiu has an unfulfilled demon kink. He had Luo Binghe for fuck’s sake! The protagonist! Arguably the hottest man in this whole universe, who is completely crazy for him! He didn’t have to take Mobei-Jun too!

But that must be what happened. Mobei-Jun is loyal to Luo Binghe. He wouldn’t sleep with his beloved husband out of lust, and honestly neither would Shen Qingqiu. If they’re having an affair while Bing-ge is away, they must really care for each other.

Shen Qingqiu and Mobei-Jun.

Yeah, that happened. Shang Qinghua can’t live in denial forever. He’s just gonna have to deal with the fact that Shen Qingqiu is the demonic ideal and he barely exists for them. He’s not anywhere near as attractive as them all anyway. He should have known he had no chance from the beginning.

And if that hurts, that’s just Shang Qinghua’s life. He’s the writer. He’s supposed to be outside of the story anyway. And nothing nice ever happened to the original Shang Qinghua, so why would it change for him?

So he’s just going to have to swallow down the hurt and deal with it.

Just not yet.

______________

It takes all he has not to freak out when Mobei-Jun wakes him up one morning. “My king! What are you doing here?” He hasn’t stopped by An Ding Peak to get him in years.

He hadn’t needed to. Shang Qinghua spent most of his time at his or Bing-ge’s castles now.

He had just needed a break. Everyone needs a break from time to time, okay? Nothing wrong with that.

As long as you’re not Mobei-Jun, apparently. “You haven’t given me reports in weeks.”

Shang Qinghua can’t meet his king’s eyes. “Apologies, my king. Urgent business kept me on my peak.”

Mobei-Jun doesn’t have to say a word for Shang Qinghua to understand that he couldn’t care less about his “urgent business.” Great, now he’s feeling guilty for skipping on his duties on top of it all. Great.

“What’s wrong?”

Shang Qinghua flinches and blinks in astonishment. Did his king just ask him… He raises his head instinctively to look at him, meets his eyes for a second, has a very vivid flash of the last time he saw him and looks down again. “There’s nothing wrong, my king,” he says, trying to control the shaking of his hands.

“…You’re coming back.” Not a question. Shit.

“Tomorrow, so that I can wrap things up before leaving.”

Mobei-Jun frowns, but allows it.

Shang Qinghua falls face first in his bed the moment he leaves.

His life is terrible.

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“You look terrible.”

Shang Qinghua is going to slap Shen Qingqiu. Watch him. “I’ve been busy.” Why is he even here? Doesn’t he have better things to do, like Mobei-Jun?

“With what.”

“Things on An Ding. There’s always something to take care of.”

Shen Qingqiu shrugs. “There’s nothing especially important going on at the sect right now. Your disciples are used to you being away.”

The last thing he needs right now is being interrogated by Shen Qingqiu. “Why do you care?”

Shen Qingqiu blinks in surprise. “Can’t I visit? I haven’t heard from you in weeks.”

Because that’s how Shang Qinghua had liked it, thanks. I know what you sound like when you’re getting fucked now! Right now I’m half embarrassed, half jealous as hell and half terrified for all our lives when Luo Binghe finds out you’re cheating on him!

He has to calm down. And, shit, he’s going to have to talk about this, because he’s not kidding about lives being endangered here. If this is what he wants, Shen Qingqiu is going to have to do this properly and tell Bing-ge before he decides only Mobei-Jun’s blood will suffice to soothe his anger. “That’s because I didn’t want to talk to you. You fucked up, Bro.”

Shen Qingqiu obviously wasn’t expecting it. Does he think he covered his tracks too well? When Shang Qinghua just walked on them? “What are you even talking about?”

“Before I left, I went to see Mobei-Jun, and he wasn’t alone.”

Damn it, Shen Qingqiu isn’t catching on. “Who was he with?”

Why is he so blind? And does he manage to catch everyone while being this obvious? “Do you really need me to spell it out?”

“Yes.”

“You.”

“...And?”

Seriously? “You two were busy, if you know what I mean, and Bro, if you have issues with Luo Binghe don’t drag my king into it! Do you realise your husband is going to kill your lover when he finds out! Are you really so stupid you thought he would never? I just walked in on you both! It could have been anyone!” He slaps the table for good measure, making the tea cups rattle. Better than Shen Qingqiu’s face. If he had done that, he’d have two demon kings after his blood. Hurrah.

Shen Qingqiu stares at him, his face completely blanched for a few minutes, before it becomes so red Shang Qinghua fears he’s cooking from the inside. “That... wasn’t what you’re thinking.”

“Bro, please, I saw plenty. Do you need me to give you details? Because I can. You two were fucking, no mistaking it.”

Shen Qingqiu is hiding behind his fan, but he can’t hide his embarrassment like that. “Well, yes, but...” and the rest of the sentence is inaudible.

“What?”

“It was Binghe’s idea! Which makes it yours, since you’re the one that gave him all those weird kinks! What's wrong with you! What’s the childhood trauma you were projecting there! Couldn’t you have remained a lurker instead of getting delusions of grandeur and writing the world’s shittiest online novel! I hate you so much.”

Okay, so, what? It was Luo Binghe’s idea?

Luo Binghe’s idea!? “Bro, what the fuck? Luo Binghe doesn’t strike me as the sharing type.”

“Yes, well, that’s the problem, isn’t it.”

They’re talking about this, are they? Never mind, Shang Qinghua wants to know what happened to his characters, and what kind of plotline is that? “Tell me.”

Even his ears are red. “That’s really not your business.”

Cucumber-bro might have tried to deflect by getting angry at him, but they’ve known each other long enough that he can tell he’s still really, really embarrassed. Too bad. He made his life shit for weeks, causing him to worry he’d have a funeral to attend, he can get over himself for a couple minutes. “Ìt kind of is. As of this moment, it would be the responsible thing for me to go tell Luo Binghe what happened, since he’s everyone’s lord and everything. Who knows how he would react?”

“Don’t do it! He might murder you if he knows you saw me... like that.” Shang Qinghua can almost see the steam coming out of his ears.

“Then explain.”

“It’s not logical. It’s... weird.”

“That’s nothing new. Bing-ge is never logical when it comes to you. And you’re the one fucking Mobei-Jun, not him.”

Cucumber-bro takes a deep breath. “Luo Binghe is scared I’m going to cheat on him when he’s away, so he... arranged someone to make sure it doesn’t happen.”

Shang Qinghua’s jaw falls. That really makes no sense. “Bro, he must know you wouldn’t do that.”

“It’s not really that, it’s more like... He doesn’t want me to be lonely and tempted. I told you it wasn’t logical.”

Okay. He can kind of see Bing-ge worrying his husband was alone and sad while he wasn’t with him, but to the point of whoring out his king? “You were right, that’s some kink he’s got.” No one as obsessed as Luo Binghe lets his lover sleep with other people if they don’t get off on it.

Wait. “Does he watch? Does he participate!? Are you having threesomes with my king!!?”

Cucumber-bro is now crimson, and the lack of denial leaves Shang Qinghua even more jealous than he was a week ago. Shen Qingqiu really overtook all of the wives’ sex lives, did he? When does he sleep? How does he walk!? Does he exude pheromones irresistible to demons? Is all of Luo Binghe’s entourage just waiting for their chance to hit that?

Talking about his entourage. “Is this common knowledge? Because you’re very bad at hiding it considering I just walked on you.”

“Of course not! Think of Luo Binghe’s reputation!”

“Then hide better!”

Shen Qingqiu snorts, regaining some composure. “You’re an idiot.”

Excuse me? “I’m an idiot? Me? You’re the one who gets fucked on a desk and doesn’t even lock the door!”

Composure: exploded. Shang Qinghua gives himself a point. “Not anyone could have walked in!”

“Yes they could have! I did!”

Shen Qingqiu looks exasperated. “Mobei-Jun’s quarters are shielded and guarded against intruders. You’re just one of the very few people that’s allowed to waltz in.”

That’s right. He always just showed up whenever he felt like it and no one ever said a thing. He just thought he was too insignificant to stop. If Mobei-Jun didn’t want him there, he’d let it known. “Oh.”

“Yes, oh.”

“...Bro, can you tell him I know?”

Something passes over Shen Qingqiu’s face. “No. Tell him yourself.”

“Bro! He’s gonna kill me! Forget it, he doesn’t need to know. I’ll just pretend it never happened and walk really loudly when I stop by.”

Shen Qingqiu grabs his shoulders to make him stand still. “Airplane-bro, tell him.”

He whines. “Why?”

Shen Qingqiu is getting impatient. “Do it.” Or else being very much implied.

Since Shen Qingqiu’s “or else” carries a lot of weight even before he starts throwing his husband’s and his lover’s weight around, Shang Qinghua knows he’s been left no choice. “Fine. Whatever.” He can tell Mobei-Jun he saw him fucking Shen Qingqiu. That’s nothing. Mobei-Jun doesn’t have an embarrassed bone in his body. He��ll probably just be a little bit disgusted, that’s all.

No problem.

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It’s part two of the MoShen thing, now with actual, somewhat porny MoShen!

Shen Qingqiu stares at Mobei-Jun, who looks just as unfazed as usual, and despairs. What is he supposed to do!? Is he supposed to make the first move? How should he approach this?

He should probably start by making sure Binghe didn't coerce him. Even if the idea of someone forcing Mobei-Jun to do anything is ridiculous, if anyone could, it would be Binghe, great demon king that he is. "Whatever Binghe told you, you don't have to do this if you don't want to. I wouldn't say a word either way."

Mobei-Jun stares at him impassively. "I want to."

Shen Qingqiu freezes. He… wants to?

Why? Is Shen Qingqiu demon catnip? Mobei-Jun isn't quite Luo Binghe levels of gorgeous, but he could easily snag a wife or ten.

Mobei-Jun doesn't have to be aware of his incomprehension. "I see." It's… nice to be wanted, he guesses.

A cool hand finds its way to his cheek. Since Shen Qingqiu has seen an impertinent rival take back the hand he'd put on Mobei-Jun's arm with a hiss, he's thinking this is a deliberate effort, for which he's grateful. "Are you not willing?"

Right. This is happening. Mobei-Jun is worrying about his consent. "I agreed to it."

Mobei-Jun follows his hand's path, growing closer and closer. "Then, let me."

Shen Qingqiu tries to kill the butterflies multiplying in his stomach, but still, his voice won't come. He can only nod in answer.

He gets chill lips against his in response, and for a moment the sheer dissociation takes him over. He's really kissing someone who isn't Binghe.

Shen Qingqiu honestly never thought this would happen. He had made a commitment and had every intention of respecting it. But, well, he still is, right? He's doing this with Binghe's blessing.

There's a tongue now obviously begging to be let in. Shen Qingqiu opens up by reflex, only because this is what he does when Binghe acts like this. He doesn't have to think about it.

But this isn't Binghe! Just because they sort of feel similar, both of them being demon kings and all, doesn't mean Shen Qingqiu should react the same way to them!

He can't deny he is though. It just feels natural to answer to demonic qi meddling with his. Even if Mobei-Jun himself is nothing like Binghe regarding either looks or personality.

Mobei-Jun's kisses aren't anything like Binghe's. He kisses almost tentatively, like he's afraid Shen Qingqiu will break if he pushes too much. Nothing like his husband's devouring passion or his boundless tenderness when Shen Qingqiu is concerned. Surely part of it is the novelty of the experience. Maybe when they become familiar with each other this will change.

If. If they become familiar with each other.

The point is, Shen Qingqiu isn't a fragile flower, and Mobei-Jun isn't wooing him. Since they're doing this, and he still can't believe he is, he would prefer to get it over with. But how to say so without losing face?

Maybe if he… insists a little bit, Mobei-Jun will get it?

Shen Qingqiu tries to deepen the kiss, and with great daring he puts one of his hands on Mobei-Jun's neck, making sure not to flinch at the feel of the cool skin.

And why do demons have such fair skin anyway? It's weird! They should have scales or hair or something, not flawless planes of white jade!

But Mobei-Jun does not get the message. He's still disarmingly gentle, as if scared he'll spook Shen Qingqiu off. Also, Mobei-Jun's hand still hasn't moved from his cheek.

Shen Qingqiu is starting to get annoyed. "Didn't this master give you his consent? I am not skittish. You can go ahead." Before he does lose his courage and scamper off.

Mobei-Jun frowns. "You're human."

"...Yes?"

"You're fragile."

Not compared to 99% of the human population, but for a demon Lord, maybe he appears as spun glass. "Not this fragile."

"I don't understand."

It's Shen Qingqiu's time to be confused. "What is it you don't understand?"

"I was told I handled humans too roughly."

Since the only human he handles regularly is Shang Qinghua, that's not exactly a lie. “As long you don’t go out of your way to try and hurt me, I’ll be fine.” He can take Binghe without pain now; he can take Mobei-Jun.

The frown doesn’t lift. “Not hurting you isn’t good enough.”

“…Surely you know how this works?” He can’t be a virgin, can he? Binghe wouldn’t let him in the hands of a novice.

“Yes. It’s just that humans are different.”

Are they? Shen Qingqiu only has Luo Binghe as a reference point, and he grew up surrounded by humans. And how exactly did he end up teaching sex ed to grown ass adults? “How?”

“You bruise and bleed at the slightest touch.”

“Luo Binghe never left a mark on me that wasn’t deliberate and consensual. I’m sure you can do the same.”

But Mobei-Jun hesitates, obviously still wary of hurting Shen Qingqiu. At least that’s much better than being thrown on the bed and ravaged without consideration.

It is!

Anyway, he's gonna have to do something or they'll be there all day. He can’t imagine what Binghe would do if they never went farther than heavy petting. He’d probably consider it a personal offense. Was his own husband not attractive enough for Mobei-Jun? Or he would just be unable to accept it. The way Luo Binghe seems to think Shen Qingqiu was a constant temptation for everyone instead of himself being the outlier could be charming, but most of the time it just left Shen Qingqiu confused, not to mention it got him into this mess. He’s not bad looking, but hasn’t Binghe seen himself? Has he never spotted the lustful gazes his underlings favour him with, or the jealousy and hatred Shen Qingqiu is exposed to the moment he leaves his quarters in the palace without Luo Binghe by his side to terrify them into complacency? Shen Qingqiu should be the one worrying!

If his husband was anyone else but Binghe. Shen Qingqiu knows the idea of his disciple straying is ridiculous to the extreme.

Since said disciple is more than fine with him straying as long as he can choose who it is with, and that will never not be strange, he should get to it. If Mobei-Jun is fine with kissing him gently for hours, he’ll have to be the one to push. He steadies himself before starting to remove Mobei-Jun’s outer robe.

Mobei-Jun doesn’t struggle. He lets Shen Qingqiu undress him with a sort of fascinated passivity that Shen Qingqiu himself tries to handle with grace, unsure of how successful he is, until he has a different naked demon king in his bed and he’s trying not to die of embarrassment. He should remove his own clothes, shouldn’t he? And not stare. And not feel like he’s a frog readying itself for dissection.

And just stop stalling. With hands he does everything he can to stop from shaking, he goes for his robes, only to find his hands trapped in Mobei-Jun’s. He distantly remarks they’re also much bigger than his own, though Luo Binghe still dwarfs him.

“Let me.”

Shen Qingqiu shrugs helplessly. “Feel free.”

He shouldn’t be surprised Mobei-Jun feels none of the shame Shen Qingqiu fights at every instant. He feels himself blush under the too attentive stare. He’s probably being found lacking. Against the flawless bodies that populate their courts, Shen Qingqiu must not be much to look at. He’s going to die if he has to tell Luo Binghe nothing happened because Mobei-Jun couldn’t get it up for him.

“You’re quite similar to most high-ranking demons.”

“Were you expecting something else?” Who could tell what rumours demons tell about humans? Maybe Mobei-Jun had weird expectations or something?

“Not especially, but I don’t know much about humans. I’m curious.”

“Why? You must already know all you need to handle the few humans you meet.” Mobei-Jun almost never goes to the human realm without an express order from Luo Binghe. He has his own domain to rule over, and duties keeping him busy here. Shang Qinghua tells him all he should be aware of.

A flash, there and gone on Mobei-Jun’s usually expressionless face. “I don’t know anything about them like this.”

This being… during sex?! Mobei-Jun wants to fuck a human!?

It does not take a genius to figure who, exactly, Mobei-Jun wants. The candidate pool is pretty thin. Binghe, did you know? Did you pimp me out to Mobei-Jun so that he wouldn’t be clueless when he took your creator to bed? Where in Shen Qingqiu’s job description did sex education came in? Just because it turned out that way for you didn’t mean I wanted to make a career out of it!

At least he understands why Mobei-Jun agreed now. This is something he probably can’t learn from his usual conquests. Hell, as the only male human married to a male demon, he’s the best person for this.

Shen Qingqiu might as well help. Just because he often wishes Shang Qinghua would die in a fire doesn’t mean he wants his first time with Mobei-Jun to be as painful as theirs was.

He’ll owe him so much. “I see. Well, as far as I can tell there aren’t many physical differences between us.”

Mobei-Jun’s slightly cool hands decide to rest on his hips to pull him toward him for a kiss that’s a bit more devastating now that Shen Qingqiu can feel all of Mobei-Jun against him. The change in temperature makes him shiver.

It’s only that making him shiver. Nothing more.

Maybe Mobei-Jun took Shen Qingqiu’s removal of their clothes as approval, because if he is still gentle to the point of tenderness, he allows his hands to acquaint themselves with Shen Qingqiu’s body in slow, lingering movements, as if studying every inch of his skin.

He tries not to react, but when Mobei-Jun stops kissing him to bite, hard, on his neck, the noise he lets out is not a moan of pleasure but a cry of pain.

Mobei-Jun pushes back, obviously startled.

Blood drips down. Shen Qingqiu breathes deeply and focuses his cultivation on what is still mostly a superficial wound. He can deal. He was just startled.

So this is why Mobei-Jun needs help. Those demons really do enjoy pain. “That was too much for most humans. It hurt. Light biting is fine, but if you’re drawing blood you’re probably going in too strong.” That’s not his thing, and from everything he knows of Shang Qinghua, it’s not his either.

Mobei-Jun looks as contrite as he can look. Shen Qingqiu might find himself melt a little. Can’t stay mad at those demon lords, damn it.

He sighs. “Here.” He pulls Mobei-Jun down toward him and presses his own teeth on his skin, just strong enough to leave a faint mark. He’s pretty sure he could go harder without problems, but the point is to show how an average human might enjoy it.

Mobei-Jun presses his fingers to the bite on his neck, looking at him with a slightly unfocused gaze, and Shen Qingqiu wonders if he was a bit too forward, before he’s dragged right into Mobei-Jun’s lap, and hello Mobei-Jun’s ridiculously large erection, fancy seeing you there. Honestly, Shen Qingqiu hadn’t expected anything less. He’d only hoped for at least not bigger than Binghe, which he got. That’s fine with him.

Which reminds him: insist on prep. A lot of it. And lube or something similar.

Mobei-Jun starts touching him again, but his touch is now much more insistent, pressing into his skin with a strength that’s controlled but still very obvious. Said strength isn’t doing anything for Shen Qingqiu, of course. Those large hands pressing on his skin, intent on finding all of his weak spots, don’t feel especially good or anything. He doesn’t push back into them. At all.

Mobei-Jun is less cool now.

Not warm enough not to cause his nipples to harden with Mobei-Jun pinches one lightly. Shen Qingqiu bites back a gasp, but not quickly enough for Mobei-Jun not to catch it. A second later, his mouth latches on Shen Qingqiu’s chest and Shen Qingqiu stops trying to silence himself. He allows Mobei-Jun to pull moans out of him, letting the sounds act as a guide to what he enjoys.

When Mobei-Jun frees him, his chest is sore and reddened, but pleasantly so. No blood has been drawn this time.

“It was fine?”

Shen Qingqiu blushes. He tries to make himself sound somewhat proper. He suspects he fails. “It was fine.” Like he can’t see how much Shen Qingqiu enjoyed it when he’s sitting on his lap. Or like Shen Qingqiu can’t feel the hard cock nudging his.

He still flinches when long fingers slide from his hips to between his cheeks, spreading him open. Prep! He won’t just try to shove it in there, will he?

Before he can protest, Mobei-Jun pulls out a vial of what is obviously some form of lubrication, so he calms down. He coats his fingers with a generous dose too, so they’re okay with that.

Mobei-Jun follows his gaze, as if checking that Shen Qingqiu is still on board, which, yes, continued consent is great! You’re going to need to do that if you want to keep yourself from spooking Shang Qinghua.

He tenses a bit when he feels the tip of a finger brush against his hole. It’s stupid. He can take Binghe; he can take anything Mobei-Jun throws his way.

Mobei-Jun kisses him again, always gentle. Shen Qingqiu feels some of the nerves fade. Mobei-Jun won’t just jab it in. He’s been trying too hard not to hurt him. He’ll be kind.

The finger teases the rim for a bit before pushing inside slowly.

Right, not a virgin. It’s not the first time he’s doing this. Not at all. Shen Qingqiu has nothing to say to Mobei-Jun about his fingering technique, he gets full marks. His reward is Shen Qingqiu trembling in his lap, riding his fingers and moaning softly, his hard cock bobbing gently.

Shang Qinghua is going to be a lucky bastard at some point. If those two idiots can get their heads out of their asses.

When Mobei-Jun pulls out, he leaves Shen Qingqiu an eager, trembling mess who instinctively lies back on the bed and spreads his legs to welcome him. The sight gets a rare inhale from his mostly silent partner and a body immediately covering his, looking for his mouth while finding his way between his thighs, sliding inside with ease. Shen Qingqiu is too used to receiving Binghe for this to be a hardship. Mobei-Jun is of a comparable size, but nothing he can’t handle. His legs wrap themselves around Mobei-Jun, trying to pull him deeper inside, now.

But Mobei-Jun remains maddeningly slow, teasing him with thrusts that only leave him wanting more. Shen Qingqiu can hear himself whine, trying to ask for what he wants but unable to find the words.

A distant part of his brain reminds him Mobei-Jun is afraid of hurting the fragile human, so if he wants more he’s going to have to ask for it. “More.”

Mobei-Jun stares at him in apparent fascination, but he doesn’t. speed. up!

Shen Qingqiu digs his nails into his sides in retaliation.

Mobei-Jun’s rhythm stutters.

Shen Qingqiu scratches him harder.

Mobei-Jun pushes in, hard. “Yes! There!” He’s finally getting the message! He’s getting pounded into the mattress, just like wanted. Now all he needs is to touch himself and-

Mobei-Jun slaps his hand away and growl at him. Shen Qingqiu whines in response, both outraged at being denied and turned out by that loss of control from a man who spent the whole night trying to restrain himself.

A huge hand starts stroking him to the rhythm of the thrusts, and that’s it, that’s all he wrote, Shen Qingqiu is coming and probably screaming Mobei-Jun’s ears off.

It doesn’t take long for him to feel warmth inside of him, Mobei-Jun snarling his name in his neck.

…So that happened. Will probably happen again very soon, because he adapted to Luo Binghe’s libido and so will be able to go again in no time, and Mobei-Jun must be like his master in that way. Luo Binghe wouldn’t have sent him to the bed of someone he didn’t think would be able to satisfy him. There’d be no point.

Sure enough, Mobei-Jun isn’t softening inside of him. Shen Qingqiu feels lips on the side of his neck and hands travelling up his torso.

The night has barely begun.

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