#(Mobei Jun did tell him but Shang Qinghua thought he was joking)

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[Description: series of tweets from a raconteur of repute (@JohannesTEvans):

Mermaid who's all tentacles who's worried about having sex with her girlfriend bc she doesn't want to hurt her with Too Much vs gf who's like (all caps) give me the tentacles please and thank you (end all caps)

magical sex worker who works with a fae who can turn invisible to do some really fun shots for porn and their (censored) OnlyFans

telepath who comes from a species that doesn't really have orgasms or an equivalent but going down on their partner they (all caps) feel it (end all caps) and they (all caps) very much (end all caps) would like to feel more overstim ahoy

guy calling in sick to work because he just had sex with his merman boyfriend for the first time this morning and he had no idea he was going to lay so many eggs and he can (all caps) kind (end all caps) of move but his shirts don't fit and he has 0 bladder capacity right now

woman who was fully prepared (and excited!) for her werewolf boyfriend's knot but the towels she put down were in (all caps) no way (end all caps) sufficient to cover for the aftermath

guy with the most painful hangover bc his vampire boyfriend drank from him during sex last night and it was extremely hot but the venom is wearing off rn and the low is (all caps) really (end all caps) putting the high in perspective

Same boyfriend awkwardly explains to his doctor a year later that he suspects why anaemia has suddenly become an issue and agrees to take supplements and to limit the Kinky biting sex

woman who comes away from kissing with her spider girlfriend at a party and comes away absolutely sticky with silk

mothman who keeps making noises too high pitched for their lover to actually hear but every time they fuck all the neighbourhood dogs start howling

man who has sex with a fertility god several times and was assured that he can't get pregnant but apparently what (all caps) can (end all caps) happen is that he can spontaneously start lactating between apologies the god is trying not to laugh uproariously

pixie who experimentally sneaks up to try a human's vibrator which is bigger than they are and comes so hard they pass out

snakewoman fucking her girlfriend and she's so into it and she's having a great time and in fact she's (all caps) so into it (end all caps) … she leaves a seal when she pulls out and her girlfriend is like "what is this" and she's like,,, oh my god,,, I will die of the embarrassment

man who has sex with his dryad for the first time and they get really into it it's only afterward he realises the whole room is covered with ivy, bursting with flowers, and that there are roses hanging down from the light fixture he is (all caps) not (end all caps) getting his deposit back

wait wait wait here's my best one yet werewolf with erectile issues who takes viagra and after twelve hours his knot (all caps) still (end all caps) hasn't gone down and his boyfriend is like "babe I know it's embarrassing but we need to call a doctor"

imo sex is funny because it's messy and ridiculous, kink and fetish even more so, and it's something that can be so much fun when treated light-heartedly and adding points of silly bits of messiness to monsterfucking (all caps) really (end all caps) has so much comedic potential

okay but merman who has ink sacs and when he comes too hard-- him and his egg stuffed boyfriend (all caps) covered (end all caps) in sticky black ink and the boyfriend is like. I want to be angry at you but the idea that you have ink sacs bc there's something big enough to predate on you terrifies me

(all caps) wait (end all caps) werewolf boyfriend who hasn't told his boyfriend he's a werewolf yet and it's the day before the full moon and he keeps going, oh, maybe, maybe we shouldn't, oh I have another appointment, I don't have time-- and the boyfriend is (all caps) completely (end all caps) caught out by the knot

vampire who plays into his boyfriend's kink but he barely feels it even when his boyfriend spanks his arse as hard as he can and the vampire (all caps) three times (end all caps) accidentally breaks the restraints his boyfriend has him in

(all caps) wait wait (end all caps) vampire into painplay and denial whose girlfriend wears pure silver piercings through her nipples and her clit so that He Can't Touch

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And now, for something a bit different. Set in the Sugar Baby AU.

Shang Qinghua cannot believe Shen Yuan’s gall. How can he, a very unproductive member of society, dares to criticize Shang Qinghua’s output? At least he contributes something, unlike some people who are paid to look pretty.

And, apparently, do more than that now.

Good for him, really. Shang Qinghua has heard his fair share of horror stories about Luo Binghe, but since Shen Yuan cannot stop singing his praises in that oblivious way of his, he cannot be that bad.

Plus, you know, Luo Binghe is very, very hot. Hot enough that even Shen Yuan, famous for his ability to ignore even the most blatant double entendre, cannot deny it. Shang Qinghua can imagine much worst fates than having to fuck him.

Now, if Shang Qinghua could get him to share all the juicy details, he’s sure it would make for great inspiration.

Not that there is much chance of that happening, not with the way Shen Yuan clams up as soon as Shang Qinghua so much as hints about his sex life.

Shen Yuan is a hypocrite, that’s what he is. He sure isn’t shy about complaining about Shang Qinghua’s sex scenes, or every aspect of Shang Qinghua’s writing.

Well, Shang Qinghua isn’t going to let him get away with it. He’s going to hear about it too! He just has to-

“What are you doing.”

Shang Qingua drops his phone in his haste to shove it down his pockets, so he gets to scramble under his desk like an idiot right in front of his boss. Fucking great. “Nothing! I wasn’t doing anything!”

Mobei-Jun’s angry growl has no right to be this sexy. “You’re supposed to be working. Get to it.”

Shang Qinghua sits back at his desk as fast as possible, randomly pulling a file off his desk while opening one excel spreadsheet or another. “I will! I’ll do it! I’m doing it now! I’m sorry!” That’s what Shang Qinghua gets for maintaining an acquaintance with an old friend who doesn’t have to worry about office hours.

Then again, this is kind of his job? Mobei-Jun wanted him to keep an eye out for anything useful on Luo Binghe, so he’s technically not slacking! “Actually, I was just messaging Shen Yuan, trying to get the info you asked for! He’s not very open, but I’m working on it!” He doesn’t think Shen Yuan will ever give him something Mobei-Jun would benefit from, but not for the reasons he’d think. From the way Shen Yuan complains about Luo Binghe’s general disinterest in the business he’s somehow managing like he was born into it, which he very much wasn’t, it wouldn’t even cross Luo Binghe’s mind to keep Shen Yuan informed on the ins and outs.

So Shang Qinghua is trying to find a way to get Shen Yuan to ask for said intel, cause he has a feeling Luo Binghe would tell him everything without a second thought. For someone who decided to pay their sex partner instead of wooing them, which someone like Luo Binghe could certainly have managed, he seems utterly besotted.

“Can’t we just pay him for it? He’s fine with being a whore; why wouldn’t he accept cash for info?”

Shang Qinghua winces and ducks instinctively to evade the slap Shen Yuan would have given him if he’d called him a whore in his presence. “It’s not quite like that. Shen Yuan’s relationship with Luo Binghe is complicated. Yes, Luo Binghe is paying for him, but from what I’ve gathered, it was more to skip the wooing and get to the good parts faster.” At least that’s what Shang Qinghua thinks happened. Shen Yuan, again, isn’t the most open about the details.

Plus, Shang Qinghua can’t say it didn’t work. Luo Binghe managed to get Shen Yuan living with him and doing nothing but being available to him 24/7. That has to count as a success.

Mobei-Jun seems baffled. “You can do that?”

Shang Qinghua shrugs. “Most people wouldn’t be into it, but I can get behind it. If someone with Luo Binghe’s wealth and looks told me they wanted to finance my lifestyle in exchange of sex, I’d do it in a heartbeat. Good life, here I come!”

Shang Qinghua then remembers he’s talking to his boss and not one of his former college buddies. “Ha ha, not that I really would! I am devoted to my job! I wouldn’t leave it, so please don’t fire me!” He needs the money to live!

“I’d pay you.”

Shang Qinghua startles for a second, before his brain catches up to reality. “Ha ha, that’s a funny joke, Boss.” He doesn’t know why Mobei-Jun chose now to try to develop a sense of humor, but he’s not surprised that when he decides to do so, it’s at Shang Qinghua’s expense.

“Not a joke.” Mobei-Jun takes out his wallets and pulls out what has to be at least a couple thousands yuan, which he waves in the air almost threateningly. “Take it.”

Shang Qinghua is utterly flummoxed. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

Shang Qinghua leans over the desk and tentatively takes the money.

In exchange, strong arms grab his waist, lifts him off the chair he was just sitting him like he could do it in his sleep, settles him on the desk and kisses him until Shang Qinghua has to push him back to breathe, because he cannot use his nose and his mouth at the same time right now. Not enough brain cells left.

“The hell?” says Shang Qinghua with all the eloquence he has left.

Then, his brain catches up with his mouth. If, for some unfathomable reason, Mobei-Jun has decided Shang Qinghua was worthy of him spending his money, Shang Qinghua will do the smartest thing he’s ever done and let him.

Why Mobei-Jun just didn’t use his words and tell Shang Qinghua he wanted him, Shang Qinghua will probably never know. It’s not like Shang Qinghua would have told him no. No matter what Shen Yuan says, he’s not stupid. The embodiment of all his fantasies wants to fuck him? Shang Qinghua is into that.

Oh god, Shen Yuan. He’s going to have to explain to him that latest development, will he?

…Naaah. He doesn’t need to know for now.

Anyway, what is there to explain?

…Is there something to explain? Mobei-Jun hasn’t spoken since Shang Qinghua freed himself, so maybe he’s reconsidering? Shit, maybe Shang Qinghua is a terrible kisser? Is he a terrible kisser? Is Mobei-Jun reconsidering? Of course he’s reconsidering. He’s not stupid either.

This train of thoughts is stopped by Mobei-Jun’s growling, grabbing his shoulders, pushing him down on the desk and devouring his mouth.

Shang Qinghua probably isn’t a terrible kisser then! Yes! Also Mobei-Jun isn’t reconsidering, so double yes!

That’s a good thing, because he’s pretty certain he’s going to need the money to replace the shirt Mobei-Jun is apparently very offended by, if the way he ripped it off Shang Qinghua, sending buttons flying everywhere, can be believed. Not that he cares about the shirt. Mobei-Jun can destroy all of them if he wants to. Especially if it’s always following by Mobei-Jun’s teeth getting very familiar with his chest.

Or the rest of him. Mobei-Jun is so lucky Shang Qinghua is both incredibly thirsty for him and suffering from long-term celibacy. He’s definitely willing to go despite the aggressive lack of foreplay.

Not that he can imagine a moment where Mobei-Jun almost tearing his pants open to get his mouth on his cock wouldn’t be welcomed. Shang Qinghua is always down for that. Very, very down for that.

Shang Qinghua balls his hands into fists, nails digging into the flesh of his palms, to stop himself from holding Mobei-Jun’s head. Mobei-Jun might bite them off.

Shang Qinghua also bites his tongue hard enough to bleed. The building is nice enough, but Shang Qinghua can be very loud.  The last thing he wants is for some underling to come running and find them like this. He would feel guilty to have caused a death.

Soon enough, another pressing concern makes itself known. “Boss, ah, please, you should let me go.” Shang Qingqiu has never even dreamed of Mobei-Jun blowing him, but he sure doesn’t seem like the type to swallow, and he wants to keep his cock in working order. He might get to use it more later.

Mobei-Jun glares at him over his cock, which has no business being this hot. Shang Qinghua is sure he felt him twitch and leak on his tongue.

Hey, if Shang Qinghua is wrong and Mobei-Jun is the type to swallow, more power to him. Shang Qinghua isn’t exactly going to complain.

Shang Qinghua whites out when he finally comes, and then probably does so again when he opens his eyes and is faced with Mobei-Jun staring at him, a little whitish drop on the corner of his mouth.

Fuck, he just got blown by Mobei-Jun. When did his life become so great?

Mobei-Jun kisses him again with no less urgency, which Shang Qinghua can sympathize with. He hasn’t done anything for his poor boss, has he? Time to remediate that.

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Shang Qinghua blinks repeatedly, trying to keep himself awake after the many, many rounds he’s just gone through.

His back is going to hurt like hell, isn’t it? And not just his back. He’ll probably be out of commission for days.

Doesn’t matter. So worth it. Even if it was a one-time thing, it’d still be worth it.

Is it a one-time thing? Does Shang Qinghua still have a job? Two jobs?

He should ask, right? It’s probably the right time to do so. Even Mobei-Jun probably is in a good mood after getting laid. “Boss?”

Mobei-Jun makes a noise Shang Qinghua decides to interpret as encouragement for him to continue. “Am I your sugar baby now? Do I have to come to work tomorrow?”

Mobei-Jun frowns.

Well, the whole thing was pretty spontaneous. There is probably no plan.

“You’re working tomorrow.”

Ahh, too bad. Well, it was nice while it lasted.

“I have to get you a replacement before you go.”

Shang Qinghua straightens up. “Just to be clear, that’s because you’re going to bankroll me personally, right? Not because I just lost my job for being unprofessional, right?”

Mobei-Jun nods.

Success! Shang Qinghua just won at life! He'll finally get to write whatever he wants instead of what sells! And he’s got a scorching not-boyfriend on top of it! Take that, Shen Yuan! You’re not the only one who can attract crazy rich guys! “Am I moving in with you? Or are we just not-dating? I’ll do whatever you want, no problem! Or wear whatever you want, cause this shirt is so dead I’m not sure how I’m going to leave this room, but I don’t care! You can do it again if you want to!”

Mobei-Jun throws his blazer in Shang Qinghua’s face like he’s an especially rude shoujo manga love interest. “Put this on. I’ll get back to you for the details, but you’ll be moving in with me.”

“Okay! I’ll be waiting!” He’ll wait forever if he has to. So worth it.

He’ll have to remember to buy Shen Yuan something to thank him for making this possible.

He’ll probably order him a bunch of the weirdest sex toys he can find and have them delivered anonymously to Luo Binghe. Shen Yuan will thank him someday.

Okay, he never will, but Shang Qinghua will know in his heart he did right by his friend.

[quillium]

November Fic Recs

I’m ten thousand years late and I don’t know if anyone is still interested, but I did promise to give y’all fic recs so!

Harry Potter

Concerning Rabbits by LullabyKnell

POA AU: A tumblr prompt: Cedric Diggory + "rules"

The thing about Cedric Diggory was that, if he was comfortable telling that sort of joke, he’d say that really, truly, and honestly… he was really just several anxious rabbits in a robe. Always had been.

Critical Role

A Thousand Winds that Blow by codasaurusb

Caleb's been caught playing with fire one too many times. He's not imprisoned; far from it, he's at the school of his dreams, able to have a fresh start he could only dream about before. But he expected privacy, time to hide and hone his gift. He wasn't expecting to live with other students in any kind of close proximity, and he certainly wasn't expecting one of his suit mates to be so.... unashamed about poking around what Caleb would obviously like to keep keep secret. But something tells him that Mollymauk Tealeaf has secrets of his own. Alt title: critical role but it's a cheesy young adult novel

The Untamed/MDZS/CQL

Crashing Like Stars by jukeboxhound

Rebuilding his sect, co-parenting with Jin Guangyao, fighting his heart demons, ignoring spirits that no one else sees, and, eventually, not only getting back a brother but also falling in love: the path to something like happiness never did run straight or smooth. -------- “You've survived a massacre and a war, and already you carry the honor of a title. But Sandu Shengshou or not, you’re still a boy, not even twenty yet, and your people are dead, scattered, or a patchwork of skills and experience. What hope do you have, without help?”

“Who said anything about hope?” The words crack between his teeth. “Yunmeng Jiang lives and I’ll do what has to be done to ensure that.”

His grandmother tilts her head at him like the feral cats that haunt Yunmeng’s granaries. “You were wasted in Jiang Fengmian’s household."

BNHA

Seat No. 19 by alohaflower

An SI/OC wakes up only to find that they're in the body of their least favorite character from My Hero Academia: Mineta. With difficulty handling his quirk, not much explanation for his sudden behavioral changes, and having already lost the trust of the class 1-A girls... changing the future might be harder than they thought.

SVSSS

Nothing to Me, Nothing to You by Tossawary

Shang Qinghua and Mobei-Jun meet at the Cloud Recesses during the guest lectures. Shang Qinghua is still a transmigrator and Mobei-Jun is still destined to kill him someday, and it makes copying the rules in the library really awkward.

Moshang in an MDZS AU.

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moshang childhood friends to lovers au pt. 4

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

part 4 [age 18]

Shang Qinghua was absolutely losing his mind. He had definitely not spent enough time considering how long it would take to put together a comprehensive presentation on how to identify different kinds of rocks. He also definitely didn’t spend enough time trying to figure out what it was he really wanted to do. Mobei Jun wanted to do horticulture and Shang Qinghua did not want to do anything even close to horticulture. But he had no idea what he did want to do, so he had just went with biology. The school they went to had a good biology program, so it seemed only natural for them to attend together.

Shen Yuan ended up at a different school closer to home and was going for business. He insisted that staying close to home had nothing to do with Luo Binghe, Shang Qinghua! But alas. He remained close to Luo Binghe while he finished secondary school.

Because of this, Shang Qinghua really did only have Mobei Jun. Being in school had not helped him with his anxiety, or the loudness he sometimes felt. Mobei Jun had always helped that when they were growing up, but now it was intense enough that it didn’t really help as much as it used to. But maybe a part of that was the fact that Shang Qinghua was completely in love with him, and sometimes being near him brought on a different kind of anxiety.

Shang Qinghua now sat in the library. It stayed open late, thankfully, as if it knew Shang Qinghua was coming and that he would need to stay up until at least 3am to get his presentation completed. He stared at his petrology book and tried not to be too bitter about his poor choice for a geology fill. 

He was busy trying to focus up when a slightly cold hand brushed across his neck. He jerked so hard that he gave himself a muscle cramp in his leg. He looked up and saw Mobei Jun standing next to him. He squeezed his neck once, comfortingly, and held out a cup. It was a warm coffee.

Settling his heart into a different kind of fast-paced, Shang Qinghua reached out to take it. He smiled a little. “Hey. Thanks.”

Mobei Jun sat across from him and pulled out his own homework. 

“You have much work to do?” Shang Qinghua asked, taking a sip. It was warm and sweet, just like he liked it. He took another sip, scooting closer into the table.

“A little,” he said, pulling out a notebook and pen. “I have vocab to work on for a test tomorrow.”

Shang Qinghua stared at him from across the table, a little entranced by the way his long hair fell in wisps on the side of his face, falling from the loose bun at the back of his head. Shang Qinghua could look at him forever. 

Mobei Jun looked up when he noticed that Shang Qinghua wasn’t moving. “What?”

Shang Qinghua blinked a few times, definitely in a homework-induced haze. “Uh, nothing. Just. I’m glad you’re here.”

He rested the side of his head on a fist as he looked at him, a small smile on his lips. “Where else would I be?”

Shang Qinghua looked back down at his book to hide his flush. Everything was always more raw in the middle of the night. In the daylight, they were covered by a fog, where it was easy to behave like friends do. It was easier to joke and laugh and be casual. But at night like this, when the fog lifted, there was nothing but skin and bones between them. 

Mobei Jun watched Shang Qinghua across the room. He was speaking in a hushed voice, but he could hear everything that was being said. It was impossible not to, in the tiny dorm. Shang Qinghua was practically huddled in the corner, trying to become as small as possible. Mobei Jun ached to go over, to unfold him and reach into him to pull all of the bad things out.

“I can’t.” His voice was wearying, cracking down the middle.

Mobei Jun frowned, an urge to grab the phone and tell whoever it was who thought they could tell Shang Qinghua what to do exactly what he thought about that. But he didn’t even know what was being discussed.

Shang Qinghua’s voice did that thing, where he began to whisper, to hiss, to hide the face that it was too weak to speak normally. It was the voice he used when the fault line inside of him opened and he always fell through it. Mobei Jun wished he could catch him more often.

“You don’t understand,” he whispered. “You don’t understand,” he said again, gripping the phone so hard his fingers went white. “I wouldn’t even know where to begin. What to do. I can’t do it alone. I can’t.”

Mobei Jun couldn’t help it anymore. He stood up and stepped closer. What couldn’t Shang Qinghua do alone? What made him think he’d have to do anything alone? When he and Shang Qinghua had been together ever since—

“Mobei,” he said, turning to look up at him.

“What?” He whispered, trying not to let the other person hear him. “What’s going on?”

Shang Qinghua looked at him, eyes wide and teary. Mobei Jun took another step forward. He held up a hand and reached out. Mobei Jun grabbed it immediately and Shang Qinghua squeezed his hand. He turned his head away as he went back to the person on the phone. “Yes, he’s here. What did you think?”

Why was Mobei Jun involved in this conversation? He squeezed his hand back.

There was a buzzing that came from the phone, and it sounded just like all the other buzzes, but something about this buzz had Shang Qinghua freezing, had him shudder, had him cry. He abruptly hung up and tossed his phone away. He stood there for a long moment, still turned away from Mobei Jun. Without looking up, he spoke very softly. “I need to talk to you.”

Mobei Jun felt anxious. He tugged on him. “What is it? You can tell me anything, you know that.”

Shang Qinghua turned to him finally, but wouldn’t meet his gaze. He gripped onto his hand like he’d float away without it. He stared at his chest as he spoke. “I’ve given it some thought.” He swallowed. It was quiet between them as Mobei Jun waited. “I…”

“Tell me,” he said desperately.

“I’m not coming back to this school next semester. I’m going to transfer.”

Mobei Jun blinked, chest growing cold. “What?”

“I’m not happy here,” he whispered, like he was trying not to cry again. He still wouldn’t meet his gaze. “I think I want to study literature. They don’t have a literature program here.”

White noise erupted in Mobei Jun’s head. “So…So you’re transferring where?”

“There’s a good program where Shen Yuan goes to school. I’m going—I’m going there.”

“That’s hours away,” he whispered. 

“Yeah.”

“You aren’t happy here?” The with me was left unsaid. 

“No,” Shang Qinghua said, face finally scrunching up as he began to cry. “No, I’m not happy.”

It was only their first semester. They’d never been apart longer than two weeks. Now four years stared them in the face, large and heavy.

Mobei Jun swallowed, pressed his thumb into Shang Qinghua’s smaller palm, where it was soft and pliant beneath his. “Well…I want you to be happy. If that’s what will make you happy…then do it. I’d support you in anything.”

Shang Qinghua stepped into his chest. Mobei Jun wrapped his arms around him and stared over his head at the wall. Now it really did feel like Shang Qinghua was floating away.

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Oh hello hi 👀

I can't draw to save my life but I can offer this:

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Shen Qingqiu began to question his sanity as soon as Shang Qinghua, of all people, arrived at his house with Lue Binghe chasing his shadow as if competing to get to him first. Nothing outside Binghe normal behavior, considering his husband need for attention. But what really sold him on the idea of going slowly crazy was the fact that both of them were crying.

"Shizun I can explain-"

"Bro- I mean Shen-Shixiong- it wasn't my fault I swear, I told him-"

They both kept their babbling, talking over one another, doing their worst to explain how they got a face full of pollen from a weird flower that Lue Binghe wanted to show him. He vaguely recalled Binghe telling him that he would bring a surprise for him, a rare instance when his husband left his side. He got suspicious, but he could use the alone time to read a yellow book hidden under a fake drawer, so he didn't complain much. Served him right, now he had to deal with this mess.

"Slow down, both of you, what flower? Where?"

He didn't want to sound angry, really! Maybe he was a bit exasperated, yes, but he just wanted to stop their tears! His heart couldn't take Binghe crying, and if Mobei Jun ever found his- uh- whatever Shang Qinghua was to Mobei Jun nowadays- crying on his house, he knew his walls would be torn apart.

Unfortunately his voice might have been to harsh, because instead of calming themselves, they started to cry even harder, both mirroring each other, down to the trembling lips and big gasps of air.

It would be funny if all the tears didn't make him so anxious. At some point they both started hiccuping at the same time, which then struck him.

Holy shit they are like father like son.

Holy shit, Shang Qinghua was technically his father in law what the fuck that was supposed to be just a joke, what the fuck-

"Calm down, both of you, calm down!" He snapped, unable to deal with their noise and his earth shattering revelation. "Binghe, go make some tea for me, huh?"

"But Shizun-"

"Now, now, I'm not angry, I promise, and tea will help me understand things better, yes? It will calm everyone down," he forced himself to smile as he grabbed Shang Qinghua by the back of his robes, dragging him away from the kitchen. "I just have to ask something to your shishu, don't worry about it."

Binghe, as always, was unable to say no to him, just hugged him tight before rushing to the kitchen, not even glaring at Shang Qinghua as he normally would. Shen Qingqiu waited until they both heard the sounds of pan and porcelain clicking before turning to look as his fellow transmigrator, shaking him before dropping on one of his cushions.

"Okay bro, start talking, and this better be good or I'll stick Binghe on you."

Shang Qinghua's face did something that, again, was too much like Binghe for comfort, as he explained that they both had been poisoned by one of his many plot hole plants, but thankfully one that the cure wasn't hard to come by. Shen Qingqiu half listed, mind still whirling from the father/son connection, glaring at Shang Qinghua, and thinking, once more, how all his problems were connected to his moron of a friend.

At some point Mobei Jun arrived as well, his icy glare directed at Shen Qingqiu when Shang Qinghua screamed "My kiiing", running to hug the demon's thighs. He glared back, of course. Although he had to hide his face using his fan when Binghe entered the room, also crying, immediately hugging him by his waist.

They would be fine, their post canon struggles were mostly harmless anyway. They would find the cure for the flower, ignore all this mess and move on.

And then he would erase any thoughts of calling Shang Qinghua "father in law" from his mind.

Yes, good plan.

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Hope you like it! :D

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Like father, like son...