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stufftippywrote · 3 years

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snowball fight

for @hellokyochan

In this mountainous country the snow falls readily, and the hardy pines withstand the winter storms. Shang Qinghua was delighted to come across this patch of land, dotted with trees that wear white shawls along their many arms. His boots crunch as he makes his way through the snow, his breath coming out in visible gray puffs.

Mobei-jun follows behind him at a short distance. He does this sometimes, just follows Shang Qinghua like a particularly loyal pup. Some dog, Shang Qinghua thinks, looking over. Huge and imposing, looking as though you could break a tree trunk over his head and he wouldn’t be the slightest bit dazed. But he still tails Shang Qinghua silently, unsmiling. His eyes have a kind of spark in them, though, and Shang Qinghua knows well by now that it’s not a spark anyone else has the privilege to see.

Shang Qinghua crouches in the snow and rolls a snowball slowly in his hands. Does he dare? It's not as if his king isn't aware of every movement he makes. He can feel those cold eyes on him. But when he glances over to where Mobei-jun stands in the snow, dark cloak a monolith against the whiteness everywhere, the temptation is just irresistible. "My king!" he calls out. "Look alive!"

And he lets the snowball fly.

It hits Mobei-jun squarely on the chest. Mobei-jun looks down, briefly, at the spot of impact, and then back up at Shang Qinghua's face. Confusion hovers in his eyes.

Shang Qinghua slaps his hands on his hips, elbows bending. "Well?" he says. "Now you get to hit me back!"

Mobei-jun looks even more confused.

"With a snowball," Shang Qinghua coaches. "Just reach down and roll one up. Then try to catch me!"

Pensive, Mobei-jun stares at him for a moment. Then, carefully, he kneels down and takes a clump of snow in one broad hand.

Shang Qinghua shrieks and runs.

He hides behind the skinny trunk of a nearby tree, but Mobei-jun is there before he can blink. The snowball plonks against his ribs. It stings, and the "ow" is out of Shang Qinghua's mouth before he can stop it.

Mobei-jun pulls back, horror in his eyes.

Shang Qinghua laughs. "Don't try to kill me with it," he lectures. "Just try to get me covered with snow."

"Why?" Mobei-jun asks.

"Because it's fun! But my king, you'll have to give me a handicap because you're much quicker then--" and Shang Qinghua lets fly the snowball he's been hiding in his left hand the whole time. It explodes with a satisfying thud against Mobei-jun's shoulder, caking his right side with snow. Shang Qinghua erupts with a shriek, as if he were the one hit, and dashes across the snowy landscape to hide behind a different tree.

This time, Mobei-jun doesn't immediately follow him. Instead he walks slowly, boots crunching in the snow, toward Shang Qinghua's hiding place.

Assuming his king has got the gist of the game now, Shang Qinghua squats and rolls up another snowball. He tosses it at the approaching Mobei-jun. It misses. Shang Qinghua makes another.

Mobei-jun is getting closer. This time Shang Qinghua hits him low in the belly. Mobei-jun actually staggers back a step, which seems odd. He's been hit by far more powerful things than snowballs before and stood his ground. Shang Qinghua hurls again, hits again, and again Mobei-jun takes a step back before resuming his approach.

Okay, so he's definitely doing this for Shang Qinghua's benefit. Shang Qinghua can't help but find this more than a little endearing. He tosses a few loose bits of snow and retreats to yet another tree. Mobei-jun follows. But about twenty feet from the tree, he halts and just stands there, like a massive black statue, and waits.

Shang Qinghua pauses mid-rolling of a snowball. “My king?” he ventures, peeking out from behind the tree.

Mobei-jun is quiet, but his eyes catch Shang Qinghua’s as if to say, go on.

“All right,” Shang Qinghua says with a laugh, “but you’re asking for it.”

He rolls up a neat row of snowballs, half a dozen altogether, and takes two in his hands, letting them go one after the other. They both hit their target. Mobei-jun takes two steps back, one for each hit, and his huge frame seems to waver, as though he might be blown over by a breeze. Either this snow has magical properties or … Shang Qinghua catches his breath. ...or he’s playing with me. He’s not sure which option is more impossible.

He tests his theory. The third snowball is lobbed gently, and lands with no sting on Mobei-jun’s hip. Mobei-jun looks down at it, then wavers again. Then he turns his gaze to Shang Qinghua, and the message in that gaze is unmistakable. Do it again.

Shang Qinghua is delighted. Mobei-jun doesn’t have a sense of humor as a rule, and yet there can be no doubt of what he’s doing. Laughing aloud, Shang Qinghua pelts him with the remaining snowballs, one-two-three, and claps his hands in joy when Mobei-jun feigns injury and falls to one knee, then flat onto his back in the snow.

“My king,” Shang Qinghua calls out. “I had no idea you could be this much fun.”

He expects Mobei-jun to sit up and give him a death glare. After all, a demon king admitting to such pedestrian pleasures would be embarrassing in the extreme. But Mobei-jun lies motionless, his cloak splayed out against the snowy field, edges flapping in the wind.

Maybe there’s magic in the snowballs after all, Shang Qinghua thinks with some distress. He clambers out from behind his tree and hurries toward the felled figure. “My king?” he cries, falling to his knees beside Mobei-jun’s still form. “Are you all right?”

Mobei-jun is still. His eyes are closed. His vestments are covered in crumbling white.

“My… king?” His skin is still its usual icy pale -- can’t tell a thing with his complexion normally like that. Shang Qinghua leans down further, straining to sense whether he’s breathing. Carefully, he shifts a rare unfettered strand of hair to the side so he can better access Mobei-jun’s nose and mouth. Yes, he seems to be still breathing…

...and his eyes are open.

And he’s got one hand on the top of Shang Qinghua’s head.

“My--” is all that can get out of Shang Qinghua’s throat before the demon king pulls him down into a kiss.

Mobei-jun’s other hand clamps onto Shang Qinghua’s lower back, holding him there. His lips are warm despite the freezing temperatures. He kisses Shang Qinghua for a long moment. Somewhere above, a bird cries out in a crude caw. The winter breeze touches Shang Qinghua’s cheeks.

Shang Qinghua can barely draw in breath when Mobei-jun finally lets him go. He stares, trying to put together what has just happened. Mobei-jun did all of that -- to get a kiss? “My king--” starts to issue from his lips, but his thoughts get tangled up and what ends up coming out is an undignified “No magic snowballs?”

Still just a breath away, Mobei-jun tilts his head just so, confused.

“I mean -- I thought --” Shang Qinghua straightens up. “You couldn’t be -- so the only other possibility was --” He tries to pull his thoughts together. “My king, were you -- teasing me?”

Mobei-jun doesn’t answer. Instead, he pulls himself up off the ground and pulls Shang Qinghua up to his feet alongside him. “There’s snow on you,” he says, looking displeased, and bends to brush off the snow that’s caked at Shang Qinghua’s knees.

Shang Qinghua’s face goes hot. “There’s -- on you too,” he says haplessly, and tries to pat off some of the snow on Mobei-jun’s shoulders and chest. He can’t reach very well, and it’s in vain anyway: When Mobei-jun straightens up, he shakes the remainder of the snow off of himself in a single movement.

“You fought well,” he says, serious as the grave. “You felled me.”

His expression is too somber. Shang Qinghua bursts out laughing. “I suppose I did!” He puts his hands on his hips and preens like a rooster.

Mobei-jun watches him with a wary eye. “Don’t think too much of it,” he warns.

Shang Qinghua ponders a Mobei-jun who is the laughingstock of the demon world for purposefully losing a snowball fight. It’s hilarious. “Haha, don’t worry, my king, I’ll keep this just between us.” He pats Mobei-jun on the shoulder.

Those icy eyes shift, darting down toward the place of contact. He grimaces. Shang Qinghua pulls back with a rueful chuckle and pulls his hand behind his back meekly.

Mobei-jun clears his throat. “I suppose this entitles you to a favor,” he says.

A favor. Shang Qinghua hadn’t even thought of it. Now, his brain starts prickling with ideas. He should make Mobei-jun give him a foot massage. Bathe with him. Make him more handmade noodles. He should make Shang Qinghua king for a day.

But no. He’s already created an entire world. And although the noodles were good, it was clear Mobei-jun hadn’t ever cooked before. His king’s hands are too cold for a foot massage, and Shang Qinghua is afraid he’d melt in the bath. He shakes his head clear of the ideas and smiles brightly up at Mobei-jun’s stern face. “I suppose I’ll be satisfied,” he says, “with just another kiss or two.”

“You have earned the spoils of war,” Mobei-jun intones, and draws him close again.

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hinadoria · 3 years

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Title: like nobody’s business

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

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild amounts of swearing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shen Yuan immediately felt guilty.

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

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

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

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

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

“At your birthday party?”

“I know, I was shocked too!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yikes, Shen Yuan thought privately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Somewhere along the way he found himself asleep as well.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Mmm… Binghe?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait … how do you know?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And there was the horror again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Wait … Binghe!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Binghe was so red he looked like a tomato.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But that would remain a story for another time.

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happybinghe · 3 years

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Shen Jiu Character Analysis:

The Misunderstandings Regarding Shen Jiu and Why I Feel Sorry for Him

Shen Jiu is a very misunderstood character, and although he may not be all smiles and sunshine, his attitude is very realistic considering all that he's been through. While I don't approve of his behavior towards Bingge, when you think about it, you can understand that he's applying the way he was treated by Qiu Jianluo who always beat him up, to Luo Bingge who, backed up by his protagonist halo, somehow manages to get things right despite Shen Jiu's attempts to sabotage his efforts. To him, Bingge's strength and spiritual prowess which seems to come easy to him, is something Shen Jiu struggled to achieve while Binghe, no matter what Shen Jiu tries to do, always succeeds in the end.

Shen Jiu has subtle anger buried in deep, but treats it apathetically. The world has done so much to him, and it seems no one is ever there to help, still constantly blaming him on everything instead.

In the extra chapters of Airplane's Adventures, Shang Qinghua/Airplane accompanies Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge on a mission. After Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge fought with each other again, where Liu Qingge believed Shen Jiu was trying to harm him instead of the demons, Liu Qingge left. Airplane, who is the writer of the original novel and creator of the characters, who knows about his characters more than anyone, thinks to himself, as written in the novel:

Ah right, he had gone to all the trouble to do a good thing, but the result didn’t meet expectations. If it didn’t meet expectations just go out and tell Liu Qingge, “I only wanted to help you out just then”, but he wasn’t willing to do it. If you’re not willing, just let me help you explain, but he couldn’t tear down his face━maybe he was embarrassed. This person really was full of twists and turns, always tormenting himself.

As we can see, Airplane knows Shen Jiu originally meant well and actually helped Liu Qingge when he was being attacked by a demon from behind, but no one would know that as the story is filtered in a way to show Shen Jiu being purely scum. There's a lot hidden under the surface, but the only way we get to see true intentions is when we see the story from Airplane's point of view, since he wrote it and knows how he intended for these characters to be.

Airplane then proceeds to advise Shen Jiu, telling him:

“If, in the future, you see someone going into qi deviation, do not panic, and do not rashly go up thinking you can save them. You must stay calm and go call for help, do not make a move yourself. Or else, you will definitely be more of a hindrance than a help, poke a big hole in the basket, and abandon yourself to despair from then on, unable to free yourself for the rest of your life. Not even jumping into the Yellow River could wash you clean!”

So originally, Airplane wrote Shen Jiu with him having in mind believing himself that he could help Liu Qingge when he had a qi deviation, not having any intention of killing him. But him being written as the villain clearly gives Shen Jiu a hand that can only destroy, even if that wasn't his intention. Shen Jiu, as well as Luo Bingge, are prisoners to the system and to a force stronger than them in which no matter what they want or intend, there are simply things they have no control over, no matter how much deep down they wish they did. I'll keep that topic for a different post.

Shen Jiu is too prideful to state his good intentions. Since they believe him to be scum no matter what he does, then let them. He doesn't care what anyone thinks, even if he doesn't want to harm them, if they believe he does, then he doesn't care enough to change their opinion about him. Shen Jiu is a self-hating person. And he won't defend himself if someone accuses him of something. The sort of attitude he has will hide his good intentions. He's the type of person to carry himself with a cold aura and look on his face, do good in secret, and never let anyone know about it.

However, sometimes when you're constantly accused of anything and everything, and to people you're considered a scummy person, then at some point, you may just throw everything to the wind, with the thought of if that's what they think, then so be it. You want me to be the villain, I'll be the villain. And that's possibly where throwing his frustration comes, towards Bingge, the boy who can clearly bear everything and not complain about it, in his perspective. Everything has led up to that, originally he had good intentions, but now, he simply doesn't care.

When he is later faced with so many accusations at the same time, in his mind, no matter what he says, it simply won't help. The people will simply only hear their own voices and believe what they want to believe.

I believe that despite if Shen Jiu has good intentions, it's covered up by the fact that he's written as a villain, with details of his past and personal view originally unknown and covered up considering Airplane Bro left out alot in his original drafts and didn't include alot of details concerning Shen Jiu's life since he wanted to mainly write what his fans wanted even if it originally wasn't what he had planned. So just as Luo Bingge has a protagonist halo that will basically bend the story to protect him from death and help him to succeed, Shen Jiu has a villain halo that no matter what good he does, in the eyes of others, he will seem guilty no matter what he does to try and fix things. Also, think about Liu Qingge and how he treats his disciples. He barely shows up, Bai Zhan Peak is always destroying things and fighting everyone, including Luo Bingge. But the story doesn't focus on that and it's considered a normal occurence, because it's filtered in a way where even if the characters all treat their disciples roughly for example, Shen Jiu is the targeted and chosen villain, so every little thing he does will become emphasized and make it seem like he's the worst person in the world, even if everyone else does the same or worse. There are a lot of people with bad attitudes, but they're not called a villain. Because there's no focus on the cruelty of others, only focusing on Shen Jiu's actions and emphasizing them, no matter how many actual villains there really are, it won't seem as terrible as Shen Jiu because he's put in the spotlight, on stage, where everyone points out and focuses solely on his flaws.

When someone is treated like a villain and constantly hated without any care, kindness, or love ever being directed towards them, it's only natural for them to become a cold, distant, and self-loathing person, shutting themselves out from the world, as Shen Jiu originally did when he was rarely at the peak as he never really felt welcomed there by anyone. No one ever shows him any genuine care, other than Yue Qingyuan, but Shen Jiu feels betrayed by him for leaving him and never coming back to rescue him when they were young, never knowing the truth of what really happened even up to his death, which I think is really sad and tragic. Also, Yue Qingyuan is a great person and all, but it kind of bothers me that he still calls him Xiao Jiu even though it bothers Shen Jiu, who prefers the name Shen Qingqiu since the other name brings back memories of a life he would really love to forget and not think of. It's like constantly reminding your best friend of their ex who they really want nothing to do with anymore. He wants to fix what happened but he's really constantly struggling to. Anyway, I just feel that it's a bit disrespectful to call someone something they don't like and they're trying to forget. (I'm using the name Shen Jiu here so you don't get confused) Shen Jiu needs for others to show their good intentions before he does. So far he hasn't seen that from people, and so he believes that everyone is intentionally against him and doesn't like him. Like when he was fighting with Liu Qingge, he later mentioned to Yue Qingyuan and asked him why Liu Qingge doesn't show him kindness and mercy first, and why does he always have to be the one to do so. Shen Jiu is like a cat, if you want him to approach you kindly, you need to approach him kindly first, even if it takes a while.

According to a psychology fact I read, it takes 7 positive compliments to make up for 1 negative comment. So if he is constantly faced with negativity and barely anything positive, how is he supposed to function properly without bitterness taking over him? He's only human. He too has feelings. The negativity targeted towards him outweighs the positive. Watching Shen Jiu's actions, he's generally trying to find a place for himself to belong, and no one ever accepts him. All of that turns into subtle and low-key hatred and anger. It hurts deep down to be hated by everyone and not having anyone you can even trust. Of the very few who were nice to him was Qiu Haitang, sister to her abusive brother who always beat up Shen Jiu, without her ever knowing. He was going to marry her, but it's pretty normal that someone written as a villain isn't allowed to be happy, and so life happens. He's always had a difficult life, constantly hated, never loved, being rejected and seemingly betrayed. He's never fit in anywhere, and I see him to be a very lonely person who wants somewhere to belong and has a human need to be loved, even if he'd never admit it.

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delicioussshame · 4 years

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Part Five of the Moshen Thing.

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

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

White teeth flash when he answers. “Fine.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mobei-Jun frowns. “Why?”

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

“Why would he?”

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

“Previous.”

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

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

“Then, he would expect fidelity.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Junshang doesn’t mind.”

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

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

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

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

Mobei-Jun seems doubtful

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

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

Mobei-Jun frowns but nods.

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

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And then nothing happens.

For weeks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Shang Qinghua stays silent.

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

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

“…Are you fucking serious right now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…That would be heart-stoppingly cute.

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

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

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

“…Sure bro, you’re not.”

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

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

Well, Shen Qingqiu isn’t.

Something is going to have to be done.

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

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elara-moon · 5 years

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Title: Happy Together (chapter five: BingQiu Week Day Five)

Author: Elara_Moon

Rating: T

Warnings: None

Summary: Hogwarts AU (AKA 2.6k words and seven years of Luo Binghe being absolutely smitten)

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When Luo Binghe was eleven, during his first year at Hogwarts, he met Shen Yuan for the first time. Later, he would look back and call it love at first sight. Shen Yuan would call it ‘an undying puppy crush’.

Luo Binghe was a Slytherin, and he and the other first year Slytherins were very, very lost. The castle was massive and full of confusing, intricate halls and pathways, and the group of eleven year olds had made the mistake of letting Ming Fan navigate. Not that Luo Binghe would blame him to his face… but it was definitely Ming Fan’s fault.

They were supposed to be in the dungeons, since that was where the Slytherin common room was. By Luo Binghe’s estimate, they were instead in one of the towers. There were many towers in the castle, however, so that knowledge didn’t help much.

“Hey! You!”

Luo Binghe turned at the voice. The speaker was an older-year student, though Luo Binghe wasn’t sure of what year, and he was wearing a scarf colored in Gryffindor red and gold. He narrowed dark eyes at them.

“You’re the Slytherin first years, right?” he said suspiciously. “What are you doing here?”

“U-uh, we’re lost,” Ming Fan said. “...Where are we?”

The Gryffindor didn’t look impressed. “You’re outside the Gryffindor dorms,” he said. “Across the castle from the Slytherin dorms.”

As Luo Binghe thought, they were very lost.

Another boy stepped up from behind the unhappy Gryffindor. This one seemed to be about the same age, but he was wearing a Ravenclaw blue and bronze scarf. His bookbag was all but overflowing, the top book peeking out enough that Luo Binghe could make out the title (it was in Latin). The newcomer was even currently holding a book, though judging by the cover, it was a novel and not a textbook.

“Qingge, are you bullying the baby snakes again?” the Ravenclaw asked, tone more curious than anything.

Luo Binghe blinked. Baby snakes?

It was hard to tell who was more insulted: the first years who’d been called baby snakes, or the Gryffindor (Qingge?), who’d been called a bully.

“I am not,” the Gryffindor huffed. He shook his head. “They’re lost. You deal with them.”

With that, he circled around them and strode away.

“Okay, bye,” the Ravenclaw called after him. Then he turned to Luo Binghe’s group. “Wow, you all must really be lost if you’re up here, huh?” He tried to put his book into his bookbag, seemed to realize that it was already full, and then simply shoved the book up his sleeve.

Luo Binghe stared. The uniform robes had pretty baggy sleeves, but not enough for an entire book to sit in one without being visible. And yet, the book was indeed gone.

“I’m Shen Yuan,” the Ravenclaw was saying. “I’m a fourth year. That guy earlier was Liu Qingge, he’s a fourth year too, but even worse, he’s an athlete.”

“I’m Luo Binghe,” he said, stepping forward. “Sorry to bother you, but could you give us directions to the dungeons?”

Shen Yuan smiled. “I can do better, even,” he said. He reached into his sleeve (not the same one the book had disappeared into) and pulled out a folded piece of paper, which he handed to Luo Binghe.

Luo Binghe unfolded it to discover a map of Hogwarts. It looked fairly basic, only the main halls and corridors.

“A map?”

Shen Yuan nodded. “It’s not super fancy or anything, but it updates to show the moving staircases and whenever a corridor decides to move,” he said.

He leaned over the map, into Luo Binghe’s personal space without seeming to notice. He smelled like parchment and sugar.

“I didn’t label it, but look, here’s the Slytherin common room.” Shen Yuan pointed. Then he leaned away. “I made them to give out to the Ravenclaw firsties, but I only have this one left, so you’ll have to share.”

Luo Binghe shook his head hurriedly. “That’s fine! Thank you so much,” he said earnestly.

His fellow first years echoed him with varying levels of enthusiasm. Ming Fan tried to take the map, but Luo Binghe held onto it with a death grip.

“Ah, no problem,” Shen Yuan said. “Anyway, good luck.”

He nodded to them once, then walked off, retrieving the book from his sleeve as he went.

“Thank you!” Luo Binghe said again, calling it after him.

And after that, Luo Binghe spent his entire Hogwarts years pining.

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In Luo Binghe’s third year, Shen Yuan became the teacher’s assistant for Defense class. Hogwarts being how it was, there was a ton of gossip about it. Apparently the current professor was planning to retire as soon as Shen Yuan graduated, and the Headmaster had already agreed to let Shen Yuan have the position. It was very impressive if the rumors were true, which was probably why the entire castle knew about it within a week.

It wouldn’t really have much bearing on Luo Binghe aside from his… interest in Shen Yuan, except that Shen Yuan started offering tutoring for Defense class. Luo Binghe didn’t really need the help; his grades were all good, including in Defense.

Still, it wasn’t a bad way to spend an hour every Saturday, watching Shen Yuan explain Defense theory, having his attention on him for even a few minutes when Luo Binghe had a question to ask. It was even better when he got onto the topic of magical creatures, because his entire being lit up. Luo Binghe ended up asking a lot of questions, and maybe a lot of them had to do with defense from magical creatures.

Luo Binghe’s defense grade went from good to near perfect, and that was a good thing, right?

Even with the hopeless pining in his first three years, especially third year, it wasn’t until Luo Binghe’s fourth year that he actually realized that he had a crush on Shen Yuan.

It wasn’t a huge revelation, really. Luo Binghe thought, oh, that explains a lot, and moved on. Knowing that he would maybe rather date Shen Yuan than be friends with him didn’t change one very important thing: Shen Yuan was out of his league. Shen Yuan was a seventh year and already in position to become a professor as soon as he graduated.

Luo Binghe was just a fourth year. He had no way to even approach Shen Yuan aside from the tutoring. They weren’t at the same social level.

Three years seemed like a yawning chasm between them, and Luo Binghe wasn’t brave enough to try to cross it.

As the rumors had believed, Shen Yuan really did become the Defense professor the year after he graduated from Hogwarts, NEWT requirements in hand and already working on a mastery. He was a good teacher, too, far better than their previous teacher.

It didn’t help Luo Binghe’s crush at all.

If he’d thought that it was painful staring longingly across the table in the Great Hall to where Shen Yuan sat at the Ravenclaw table, it was downright agonizing to sit in class with him regularly, several times a week, listening to Shen Yuan explain the latest thing. Luo Binghe was really going to die.

He approached Shen Yuan for extra help, citing his OWLs as an excuse.

“Your grades are already near perfect, Binghe. I’m sure you’ll do very well,” Shen Yuan said, and Luo Binghe almost spontaneously combusted.

But he didn’t dare bring up his crush.

Luo Binghe knew he wasn’t subtle. Half of the student body knew about his crush on Professor Shen. But then, half of the student body also had crushes on Professor Shen, so it wasn’t like Luo Binghe was unique there.

And yet, Shen Yuan didn’t seem to notice in the slightest. Perhaps he was being kind, trying to let down the hordes of crushing teenagers gently by refusing to acknowledge their feelings. If that was true, Luo Binghe was grateful. He wasn’t sure he could handle the mortification of Shen Yuan pointing it out and turning him down.

Luo Binghe wasn’t giving up, though.

He was pretty sure Shen Yuan did like him, if not the way he wanted. Shen Yuan’s favoritism was not well-hidden. So, it was only a matter of time. Luo Binghe would make his advances… eventually.

For some time, he planned to do it once he was seventeen, and therefore legally an adult. But then, during a Hogsmeade weekend (Luo Binghe was not following Shen Yuan; he had simply also gone to the same place), he heard Shen Yuan talking to one of his former yearmates, Shang Qinghua. Luo Binghe had no idea what they were talking about, exactly, but he did know that it somehow resulted in Shen Yuan saying, in a loud, scandalized voice,

“I would never date a student!”

Luo Binghe wilted a little bit, but that was fine. His resolve was steady. He just had to wait until he was no longer a student.

And so, the day of his graduation from Hogwarts, Luo Binghe approached Shen Yuan, determined, but a pit of nerves burning in his stomach.

Shen Yuan noticed him approaching, and turned to smile at him. “Congratulations, Binghe,” he said, lifting a hand to pat Luo Binghe on the shoulder.

Luo Binghe was tall, now, almost as tall as Shen Yuan, and so it would be awkward for Shen Yuan to pat him on the head as he used to when Luo Binghe was smaller. Even understanding that, Luo Binghe couldn’t help but miss it.

“Thank you, Professor Shen,” Luo Binghe said.

“You don’t have to call me that anymore,” Shen Yuan pointed out. “I’m not your teacher anymore.”

Luo Binghe smiled. That was flirting, right? Shen Yuan was saying that one purpose, right? Luo Binghe stepped closer to Shen Yuan, too close for casual conversation, but not so close as to be improper. They were in public, after all. Shen Yuan didn’t react to the new proximity.

“That’s true… Yuan,” Luo Binghe said in a low voice.

Shen Yuan blushed, just slightly. Luo Binghe had to force down a smirk. But Shen Yuan just smiled again, politely, and nodded.

“You’ve been a good student. I’m sure you’ll go on to do great things, Binghe,” Shen Yuan said.

Many possible innuendos came to Luo Binghe’s mind. He carefully avoided those; he had no proof, but based on what he knew of Shen Yuan, he doubted he would appreciate an innuendo. So, how to redirect the conversation without being crude or perverted?

“Thank you very much,” Luo Binghe said. Then, as Shen Yuan nodded again and prepared to walk off, having congratulated Luo Binghe like every other graduating student, Luo Binghe’s entire brain decided to abandon him. “Actually, I had something to ask you!”

He reached out to grab Shen Yuan’s wrist. Shen Yuan blinked down at Luo Binghe’s hand, but he didn’t seem upset.

“Okay…?”

“Go on a date with me,” Luo Binghe blurted out, then cursed himself and his panicky tendencies. What kind of Slytherin was he? Cunning, who? It was all because of Shen Yuan; his presence made Luo Binghe’s thought process dive out the nearest window.

Shen Yuan’s eyes went wide. His arm jerked in Luo Binghe’s hold. For a second, he just stared, and that second was too long for Luo Binghe and his currently off-line brain.

“I’m not a student anymore,” he said. “So it wouldn’t be unethical.” He bit his tongue before his mouth could add something embarrassing like, I’ve had a crush on you for seven years.

“You -- I -- What?” Shen Yuan said, gaze flickering everywhere except Luo Binghe’s face. He cleared his throat and tugged at his wrist.

Luo Binghe let go reluctantly. Fear -- the worry that Shen Yuan would reject him, just walk away now and ignore him -- rose up suffocatingly in his throat.

Finally, Shen Yuan took a breath and said carefully, “You want to… go on a date? With me?”

More than anything, Luo Binghe thought.

“Very much,” he actually said out loud, nodding firmly.

“Oh,” Shen Yuan said, so quiet it was hardly anything more than exhaled air. He folded his hands together, then lifted then to hide the lower half of his face behind his sleeves. After a moment of staring intently at the floor to the side, very emphatically not looking at Luo Binghe, he said, “Well, I suppose… That would be okay…?”

It wasn’t the most eager agreement, but Luo Binghe’s heart soared. He barely restrained himself from tackling Shen Yuan in an excited hug.

“Great!” Luo Binghe said, possibly the happiest he’d ever been in his life, ever.

He didn’t know what kind of face he was making, but whatever it was, when Shen Yuan finally managed to look at him again, his lips curved up in a small, genuine smile, not the usual polite one.

---

“Thank you for the date, Professor,” Luo Binghe purred, holding one of Shen Yuan’s hands.

They were standing in front of the small house Shen Yuan stayed in when Hogwarts was out for the summer, Luo Binghe having acquired permission to walk Shen Yuan home.

Shen Yuan turned red. “Don’t call me that like that!” he said, whacking Luo Binghe on the arm.

“What, professor?” Luo Binghe said innocently. “It’s your title, isn’t it? What’s wrong with that?”

Spluttering, Shen Yuan failed to come up with an explanation.

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When Luo Binghe was twenty four years old, after a relatively short but immensely successful time as a politician, he ran for Minister of Magic. His sole competitor, the incumbent Minister, was not pleased, but he was an unpleasant person anyway. Even Shen Yuan, who rarely expressed an unfavorable opinion of anyone (though Luo Binghe knew he wasn’t nearly so charitable or tolerant as he pretended to be), had admitted that he disliked the Minister.

The results were soon to be announced. Luo Binghe, Shen Yuan, and Luo Binghe’s campaign staff, namely Mobei Jun and Shang Qinghua, were all together in Luo Binghe’s offices, waiting for the results to be announced over the Wizarding Radio.

They should really figure out how to get more advanced technology to work with magic, Luo Binghe thought idly. It would be nice to have smartphones. Or even TVs.

Finally, the radio crackled.

“All right, folks,” said the radio announcer. “The ballots have been counted, and the results are in. The new Minister of Magic will be…”

There was an overly long dramatic pause. Luo Binghe refrained from rolling his eyes, but caught out of the corner of his eye as Shen Yuan rolled his.

“The challenger, Luo Binghe!” the announcer shouted.

Luo Binghe’s campaign staff burst into cheers and applause, nearly drowning out the announcer’s next words. He allowed himself a smile.

“For the first time in nearly two decades, the incumbent Minister has been overthrown!” the announcer continued, very obviously giving away his own political position.

Shen Yuan reached over and took Luo Binghe’s hand. When Luo Binghe looked over at him, he was smiling. Luo Binghe grinned back, and Shen Yuan leaned in close, secure in the knowledge that the rest of the people in the room were celebrating too hard to pay attention to them. Mobei Jun and Shang Qinghua were already making out.

“Congratulations on your win… Minister,” Shen Yuan whispered into Luo Binghe’s ear.

Oh. Oh. Luo Binghe kind of understood Shen Yuan’s reaction to him calling him ‘professor’, now. Unlike Shen Yuan, however, Luo Binghe wasn’t the bashful type. As Shen Yuan drew away, blushing furiously, Luo Binghe caught his wrist and pulled him back in to kiss him.

He might have a hard time taking it seriously whenever anybody else called him ‘minister’, but Luo Binghe thought he could get behind the way Shen Yuan said it.

#BingQiuWeek2019 #day five #scum villain #the scum villain's self-saving system #fanfiction #I wrote a thing

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delicioussshame · 5 years

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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.

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

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jin-guang-ow · 5 years

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Hot damn those MoShang headcanons were top tier sksksks, but like jealous SQH?? And jealous MBJ??? yes pls, jealous SQH sounds so cute tho omlll, 10/10 need more headcanons on that pls and thank

SORRY THIS IS LIKE MAYBE A MONTH LATE BUT YOU KNOW STUFF HAPPENS orz and I literally sat there like that one moment in Spongebob where he just sits there writing and you’re like oh wow he did so much work BUT NOPE HE JUST MADE A VERY FANCY ‘THE’ AND THAT’S WHAT I DID FOR THE PAST MONTH (or like 2 weeks idk time doesn’t exist for me rn)

BUT OH WOW I LOVE THE JEALOUSY ONES AND MAYBE I’VE JUST BEEN SITTING HERE KEEPING IT ALL TO MYSELF SO I CAN LOVE AND CHERISH MY SHIP ALL BY MYSELF??? :)))) anyways on to the good stuff *v*

I just want to see Shang QingHua try to “protect” MoBei Jun… Or rather try to cover him? Like, please don’t look at him, he’s mine??? But it’s too cute thinking about smol and elegant (and v weak hahaha) Shang QingHua stepping in front of scary demon lord MBJ in a fit of jealousy.

But I also think MBJ would do that to SQH (and probably be more successful at it???) so my brain immediately thought that they would endlessly do that in a sort of crack way?? Constantly stepping in front of the other like excuse me please don’t look here??

LIKE SERIOUSLY THERE’S JUST A GROUP OF V PRETTY WOMEN OR SOMETHING AND THEY HAVEN’T REALLY COME TO TERMS WITH THEIR FEELINGS SO THEY’RE BOTH JUST TRYING TO TAKE THE ATTENTION AWAY FROM THE OTHER AND THEY BOTH MISUNDERSTAND???? AND THEY JUST DO THAT UNTIL THEY’RE LIKE COMPLETELY OUT OF THE TOWN OR SOMETHING???? (and then MBJ just carries SQH away with SQH protesting the whole time uwu)

I guess slightly elaborating on the past headcanon (MBJ trying to gift SQH some sweet, sweet human goods to woo him) were MBJ is v carefully looking at fans, trying to figure out which ones SQH would like the most. Our clueless about love demon lord would probably even ask SQH which ones he prefers, which only fuels SQH’s growing jealousy. Excuse me, you want me to pick out your gifts for another person??? but still helps because… well it’s more of an automatic response than anything. MBJ immediately hands the items to him, and says nothing more about it because he’s a secret v shy virgin boy.

So SQH prepares all this elaborate and beautiful boxing for the items that he assumes are gifts for one very specific Shizun that somehow caused everyone to fall in love with him. He’s pretty confused by his sudden irritation, but WHY WOULD HE ACTUALLY ACCEPT HIS OWN FEELINGS??? So SQH is just p irritated by himself.

MBJ doesn’t understand. He gave SQH the very good human items to woo him, yet he is not wooed. This requires further investigation.

Further investigation obviously means bothering BingQiu, who may or may not be more knowledgeable in this arena (hint: they aren’t). Shang QingHua follows for optimal supervision since he’s v curious as to what the fuck is going on (and to give gifts because he’s a good servant like that). ANYWAYS, so MBJ drags LBH away immediately and he’s like “Bro, the fans didn’t work.” which really puts BingBing’s brain to the test… “Did you try crying?” MBJ questions the integrity of the only person stronger than him in that moment (BUT WHO HAS A HUSBAND AND WHO DOESN’T, HUuuUUUuuUUuuUUuuUuuuUUUuuUuuHHHhhhHhhH???)

Meanwhile, the two modern bros are left alone. Queue our very jealous Airplane Bro interrogating Cucumber Bro with an assortment of boxes placed in front of them. “Why is my king buying you all sorts of gifts??!” and Cucumber Bro is just v confused and has to explain that there is absolutely nothing going on.

“Then why did he give me these fans?”

“Are you that fucking stupid?”

“Who are you calling fucking stupid? You turned all of my sons gay, how could I not think this was that case?”

“Which sons did I turn gay??? Maybe you just wrote the characters so poorly that they couldn’t help but fall in love with the first decent person they met?”

SQH is v awestruck for a good few minutes… “That’s not the point! Why would he give me fans and clothes?”

“Please don’t make me answer that…”

SQH, v embarrassed about everything, starts putting away all the boxes, but not before the other two return. Of course the two tactless beings just start opening them, leaving SQH extra embarrassed.

“Why did you bring these?” MBJ asks, his tone slightly displeased.

“Ah, you see… I was so happy to receive these from my king that I wanted to show them to someone who was well versed in the quality of such objects.”

SQQ commends Airplane Bro on his ability to lie through his teeth, truly he has some skills. MBJ IMMEDIATELY PULLS SQH AWAY, EXCUSE US VERY MUCH WE HAVE VERY IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO NOT HERE SORRY BYE

Feel free to imagine whatever you want here

Bonus!

“My king, I do appreciate the gifts, but I don’t really care for fans this much,” Shang Qinghua comments, carefully sorting through the mountain of boxes. He suddenly regrets his decision to speak, feeling the air turn a particularly unfriendly level of chill.

“Then why do you always carry them around?” There was an all too familiar frown on Mobei Jun’s face that almost made Shang Qinghua laugh when he turned to face the man. Was he seriously pouting?

However, when Shang Qinghua remembered the true reason he had carried fans with him, he couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. He cleared his throat a little before replying, “Do you remember the time we first met?” Mobei Jun only nodded, clearly a bit impatient with where this was going. “That night, you were injured and came down with a fever, right? I had to go around and ask for fans so I could help you cool down. Ah… so ever since then I just got into the habit of carrying them… in case you needed them…”

The distance between the two was closed immediately. He could feel the demon lord’s strong arms embrace him, and, not knowing what to do, he grabbed the front of the other’s robes. Truly, he felt so embarrassed that he quickly buried his face in Mobei Jun’s chest, feeling the relief of the ice demon’s cool skin against his flushed cheeks. “Qinghua.”

“Yes, my king?”

“You’re making me hot all over now, how do you propose we fix this?”

#asks #moshang #please put up with the bad writing at the end idk it just came to me #that it should be like that haha #please let your imaginations run wild okay #also you can't see it but mbj isn't that smooth he's probably blushing real hard and trying not to show it mkay #I really sat there like idk for the past few weeks #and I'm glad I did this is much better than before if i'm being honest #so like good things come to those who wait???#sorry it's so short idk v sorry #I just wanted to post it #scum villain #headcanons

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