#Svsss fanfic

[red-pearl-white-flower]

Looking straight into Shang Qinghua’s eyes, Luo Binghe lifted Shen Qingqiu’s hand and pressed a slow kiss to the inside of his wrist. Vinegar-drinking little sheep , Shen Qingqiu thought.

Chapter eight of Notes on the changing of a narrative is here!!

[lurkinginnernarrator]

I think there is a deficit of characters watch canon fics in SVSSS. I need the entire cast watching the skinner demon arc. I need them to see white lotus Binghe literally FLIRTING with Shen Yuan and him being, well him. The "am I pleasing to look at?"

Please. People would spit blood. It'd be great.

On a less comedic note, the kindness Shen Yuan shows and all the things he goes through and brushes off. The Holy Mausoleum.

SQQ'S harem would be aghast at what had be done/happened to Shen Yuan and his own thoughts and opinions on the matter.

The transmigration reveal too. And Cumplane dynamic would be delicious. Shen Jiu's past. Yue Qingyuan's 'failure'.

The tragedy of Tianlung-jun and Su Xiyan.

My boy Zhuzhi-lang.

Everyone's like 'my relationship with Shen Qingqiu is so complicated---wait he did what with who for what reason what do you m e a n'

[naehja]

AU where Shen Jiu wakes up in the past after diying from having his members ripped from his body and learning Yue Qingyuan's death.

He's not replaced by Shen Yuan but he has 8/9 years of memories of futur events so he decided to make sure that nobody bad will happen to him, he loves having his members thank you very much. And he can save...

Starting with saving Liu Qingge.

He goes sooner in the caves and start to meditate. He needs to be stronger. He needs to be strong.

And he successes to save his Shidi…and almost die in the process.

Liu Qingge brings Shen Jiu to the healers because he's in a bad state and is the one to face the demons.

Later, he's very confused and decides to bring gifts to Shen Jiu in a way to thank him. His sister jokes about those gifts being courting gifts. Bonus if Shen Jiu needs QI transfert (like Shen Yuan in the book) and he decides that his brute is the only one that he will tolerate. So they starts to speak and become closer. And he gets better physically.

(Liu Qingge would be extremely offended if someone says that his QI deviation was a murder attempt from Shen Jiu)

(Someone has tried to said it)

Meanwhile Shern Jiu doesn't know what to do with Luo Binghe. He realizes that 1) he can't kill him 2) This brat has a incredible luck like if destiny was in his side 3) if he hurts him, he will die.

So he stops hurting him but doesn't particulary pay attention to him. He's cold and distant. He's still a strict teacher but isn't especially nice or cruel neither. He will not throw him in the abyss so it'll be ok. He hopes.

Meanwhile, the changes appear in the modern world like a sequel of the original story. Like if this new story, centered on Shen Jiu, was the official sequel.

Shen Yuan is annoyed. "what do you mean the scum villain is the main character now and everything of the future has been erased?"

"What do you mean YingYing is like a daugther for him? He never did anything wrong to her?"

""Wait...how many accusation were accurates then?""

"WHAT IS THIS HORRIBLE BACKSTORY AIRPLANE? YOU FREAKING SADIST!"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN LUO BINGHE ISN'T IMPORTANT ANYMORE?"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE LIUJIU IS A BETTER ROMANCE THAN ANY ROMANCE THAT LUO BINGHE HAS HAD IN THE ORIGINAL STORY?"

A lot of fans are happy because they thought that there had something between Shen Jiu and Liu Qingge.

Meanwhile Shang Qinghua: my son is happy. =) I never thought to his ship but it's perfect!

[anachronismstellar]

I have no other excuse for this besides:

1) Italian YQY is funny as hell and

2) I need to practice some of my Italian or I'll forget everything I've seen in college lmao

So why not enjoy the brainrot? :D

Prompted by this amazing post by @artsarasp and @vodkassassin

TW: Old Master Place being Old Master Palace

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Yue Qingyuan was a politician true and through, capable of mediating difficult groups of egotistical individuals, his presence imposing enough to demand respect. But there was something about Huan Hua’s Old Palace Master that brought forward his street-smart instincts, a sleaziness that made his teeth ache and the hair on the back of his neck raise up. It was so bad that he had to concentrate on circulating his qi to not lose his mind. Or his patience.

Because if there was one thing that Yue Qingyuan could call himself was patient. But every man had their limits, and Yue Qingyuan was reaching his.

"Besides, you will understand with time, young Sect Leader Yue, these types of border negotiations must be dealt with utmost care. Oh back in my day when-"

And on and on the Old Palace Master went, his voice gritting on Yue Qingyan’s years.

They had been fighting over the border issue for the past five days. It was supposed to be simple, a matter to be solved between head disciples at most, nothing that a simple correction of maps wouldn't solve.

And all this due to a river Huan Hua palace had diverted themselves resulting on them pushing back their own territory. An action they have done without consulting their own maps, creating this entire situation without Cang Qiong Sect knowledge of it, only to whine and complain right after.

This was pointless. A waste of time. He could have been having tea with Xiao Jiu right now or reading the last pile of paperwork Shang-shidi had left on his table. Five days ago. Heavens, he would rather go back to the Ling Xi caves and lock himself there for a month than listen to another hour of this nonsense.

Their departure had already been rescheduled two times. It had gotten to the point which Shang Qinghua had panicked after sending the third bird, arriving at the Huan Hua Palace the day before by sword flying.

He could feel Wei Qingwei stealing glances at him on his right, eyebrows slightly raised, clenching his hands over crossed arms. On his left, Shang Qinghua wasn't fairing any better by the soft vibration coming from under the desk, leg shaking in an anxious tick.

"- And then your Shizun, young Sect Leader Yue, personally had gone there to check it! I remember as if it were yesterday! Oh how beautiful she was, your Peak colors suited her very well! And the nape of her neck, as gracious as a swan-"

Yue Qingyuan had enough.

"Stronzo, porco di merda," Yue Qingyuan let it slip through his clenched teeth, Xuan Su warming up to dangerous levels against his waist. "Testa di cazzo, figlio di puttana," he closed his eyes, doing his best to breathe through his nose, letting it go through his mouth. Even so, not even Wei Qingwei polite cough or Shang Qinghua's squeak was enough to snap him out of the pure wave of rage coming straight from his core.

He had kept himself quiet for far too long if that insolent decrepit man had the audacity to mention his Shizun as if he hadn't acted like a dog in heat every time he wormed himself close to her. Each praise felt dirty, as if the Old Palace Master were dragging tar all over his Shizun's image, perverting her beauty with a sickening smile. Yue Qingyuan could almost see the droll dripping from the scum's mouth.

"Mortacci tua!" he said with a slap on the table, shoulders hunched as he bit the inside of his cheek until he tasted blood.

"Zhangmen-shixiong-" Wei Qingwei gently took him by his arm, trying to calm him down, his qi rattling Xuan Su to the point of the sword start buzzing inside its sheath.

"What is the meaning of this?" the Old Palace Master demanded with a frown, lips pulled downwards, nasty friendly aura completely forgotten. "Explain yourself! Does Young Sect Leader Yue intent to curse this Master?!"

"Sei proprio un rattuso che dovrebbe andare a farsi nel culo," he said with a smile, ignoring how every single person in the room had their hands on their swords, or how Wei Qingwei seemed to be doing his best (and failing) at holding back his laughter.

Not only curse you, you fucking pervert but also your entire family and ancestors, piece of shi-

"Aiyaaa! Forgive us, Old Master," Shang Qinghua said as he squeezed Yue Qingyuan arm hard enough to make for him to wince. "This lord fears that Zhangmen-shixiong might be going through some type of qi deviation!" and in a proper Shang Qinghua fashion he started to whine, fat tears already gathering at the corner of his eyes. "This lord humbly requests a break so a doctor might check on Sect Leader Yue! This one has never seen him so distressed, please Old Master-"

Yue Qingyuan didn't even have time to blink before Shang Qinghua took him away from the room, screaming for a doctor, not bothering to wait for the Old Palace Master's permission to leave with Wei Qingwei hot on their heels.

"What was that?!" And he knew he had messed up if Shang Qinghua was angry enough to hiss at him. "Yue-shixiong, have you lost your mind?! What if someone could understand what you said-!"

"I did," Wei Qingwei said with a snort, patting Yue Qingyuan on the shoulder, beaming like a proud big brother. "It was amazing and well deserved. That old sac-"

"Shh!" Shang Qinghua hurried to slap both hands over Wei-shidi's mouth, trembling all over. "Have you both lost your minds?! This place ears have ears, so kindly please shut the fuck up. Both of you," and then he threw a glare at Yue Qingyuan so heated it made him turn his face away from his shidi.

"Here is what we are going to do," he said after pulling a face, cleaning his hand over his robes while Wei Qingwei gave him a smug smile. "We are going to take Yue-shixiong to the doctor, and you are going to do your best to pretend to be really sick, do you hear me, Shixiong?"

Yue Qingyuan didn't want to, it felt wrong to pretend to be weak at the heart of their allies/enemies palace, but he trusted Shang Qinghua. He could see by the glint of his eye that he had already though of plan and a contingency one in case the first failed.

"And you," Shang Qinghua turned his glare at Wei Qingwei, lips pulled in an almost snarl, squinting at Wei-shidi while pointing his finger at the swordsman. "You are going to keep your big mouth shut if you want get any closer to a certain sword, do you hear me?!"

Yue Qingyuan wasn't stupid or frigid as bad tongues might say. He knew very well what Shang-shidi was insinuating, so he did his best to stare at the ceiling, doing his best to ignore the way Wei-shidi was almost giggling at Shang Qinghua.

"Of course, shidi~"

It could have gone worse, Yue Qingyuan though to himself as Shang Qinghua dragged him all the way to the medical wing of Huan Hua Palace. It could have gone way worse. Thank Heavens he had requested Wei-shidi to accompany him instead of Xiao Jiu. That would have ended up with the Old Master Palace with a dagger on his throat for sure.

And it would be well deserved. Porco matusa.

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YQY: *can't hold together anymore* SQH: SHIXIONG NO- WQW: GO SHIXIONG!! GO APESHIT GOOO!!!

this was so SO fun ashdfuahsdufahsudf and yes I've sprinkled a little bit of 12/12 SQH over it, I couldn't help it ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

I Airplane this so hard I didn't check what we know about YQY's Shizun but she is a boss woman now. An awesome lady because I said so lol

Now, to the Italian part,,,, I haven't studied Italian since?? 2019?? I'm very very rusty, and these are mostly curse words but please let me know if I said something weird OTZ

Stronzo: Shit, in this case "you piece of shit"

porco di merda: porco means pig, di merda means shitty, together it becomes shitty pig or fucking pig

Testa di cazzo: dickhead :D

Figlio di puttana: son of a bitch/son of a whore

Mortacci tua: .... This is a tricky one! From my sources (aka my Italian speaking friend) it's like YQY was cursing OMP entire family, including his ancestors in a really reaaaally rude way.

Sei proprio un rattuso che dovrebbe andare a farsi nel culo: "you are a real pervert old man and you should kindly go fuck yourself" we love a really passive agressive sect leader Xiao Jiu would be proud

porco matusa: again, porco means pig, and matusa comes from Methuselah which is the oooooold dude from the bible. idk if this one is right, but I wanted to call OPM an old pig lol

I hope you guys had as much fun as I did writing this and searching for Italian cuss words :D

And Long Live Italian YQY, may he finally go off and bite many people's heads like he deserves

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

Of all the characters in Proud Immortal Demon Way to transmigrate into, Liu Qingge certainly wasn't the worst to end up as. He could have been Shen Qingqiu and then what would happen to him?! And wait, who's that man helping him with an annoyingly handsome face? Isn't Liu Qingge meant to be dead by now?

~

Or: Shen Yuan transmigates as Liu Qingge, fakes amnesia, and needs to figure out why Shen Qingqiu is acting so OOC.

[corduroyserpent]

“How do I look?” Tianlang-Jun steps out from behind a floral screen, already posing with his chin placed delicately against the back of his hand. His dark claws are hidden for the moment and the vibrant red of his nail dye nearly matches the gentle dashes of rouge across his cheeks and lips.

Su Xiyan has been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, and she straightens her spine now that the wait is over. The faint sound of other inn guests wanes as she steps deeper into the cozy room she purchased for the night. Having changed into Tianlang-Jun’s robes in far less time than it took him to put on hers, she has had ample space in which to grow used to the trailing sleeves and ill-fitting length. She moves slowly, with grace, so that she does not trip over a dark hem embroidered with a swirling golden pattern.

Her own clothes are less ostentatious, though she also prefers to wear black. She can’t quite say that her robes suit Tianlang-Jun—her lover is taller and has more width at his back and thighs—but with the demure way he’s holding himself, his hair devoid of ornamentation, a certain beauty emerges.

Not to mention her belt hugs his waist in a way that should be against the law.

“Well?” Tianlang-Jun lowers his voice, peeking at her from beneath long eyelashes. “Don’t be shy, my dear. Tell me I’m pretty.”

Su Xiyan says, “Your shoulders are too broad. Take it off.”

“Eh?” Tianlang-Jun’s tapered brows pull together as he’s caught between dismay and confusion. “What’s wrong with having broad shoulders?”

“Nothing. I just don’t want you to tear my clothes.”

“Ah, but my Xiyan is so affluent. Surely she can afford a new set of robes.” Tianlang-Jun’s smile returns. “Though why bother, when you can simply wear mine?”

She hums in neutral acknowledgement, distracted by his mouth. The deep red stain in the middle of his lips. She doesn’t wear any cosmetics so she’s uncertain where he procured his. That silent nephew, most likely. Regardless of where he got it, he looks unreasonably good.

“Oh, I almost forgot about these.” He takes out the small black stones set in his earlobes and offers them to her. “Trade with me.”

She reaches up to remove her earrings—a pair of azure flowers each with a dangling stem of silver. They were a gift from her shizun. She holds no emotional attachment to them. And Tianlang-Jun, it turns out, wears them better than she ever has.

Su Xiyan takes him by the chin, tilting his head down. “You are pretty, aren’t you?” 

“Devastatingly so,” Tianlang-Jun agrees, gaze unfocused from the shrinking proximity. “You had better hurry and make me your wife before my beauty captures the heart of another.”

She doesn’t allow his eager lips to land, turning his head away. Undeterred, he kisses her high on the cheek, just under her eye. 

“You’ll leave a mark,” she chides.

“Don’t I always?” Tianlang-Jun wets the pad of his thumb and rubs at the pink stain. He clicks his tongue, sheepish but far from apologetic. “I think I’m making it worse.”

“Coincidentally,” she says, “that is also something you always do.”

Besides, it’s not as if they have anywhere to be. Su Xiyan wouldn’t have agreed to this little dress-up game otherwise.

Tianlang-Jun takes her ribbing with good humor, and this time his lips do manage to capture hers. Tianlang-Jun kisses her, rapturous and slow, taking his time to enjoy her like she’s a well-loved copy of his favorite play.

Heat slides through her, warm and comfortable and embarrassing. She nips at his bottom lip, growing restless with desire. Her feelings for him are a terrible nuisance. It would be better if she liked him less, if she didn’t crave him during the days they were apart, but she can’t help it. 

Her shizun would be furious if he knew.

Good.

She breaks the kiss, tugging at Tianlang-Jun’s collar. “I was serious before. Take this off.” 

“What a scoundrel you are,” Tianlang-Jun says, playing the scandalized maiden. His voice goes soft and his eyelashes quiver. “Getting me alone, begging for me to remove my clothes in front of you—ah, Xiyan, we can’t. It’s not proper.”

“Shall I disrobe first?”

Tianlang-Jun gasps. “Heavens, no!” He pulls away dramatically, a hand to his head. His other hand stays at her waist because he’s absolutely incorrigible. “How would I resist the nude form of such a handsome young cultivator? We can’t, my darling, we mustn’t.”

He’s so annoying. She needs him. Desperately. 

Face impassive except for a telling flush at her ears, she pushes him towards the bed. He “resists” which mainly involves a good deal of making whimpering noises that no one in real life has ever made, and shamelessly feeling her up as he pretends to fight against her.

When he trips backwards onto the bed—his own doing—his hair spreads out around his head in a wavy puddle of deep black. He says, “You must take responsibility if you do this.”

Su Xiyan climbs on top, her legs bracketing his thighs. She’s breathless for some reason. Tianlang-Jun’s acting is atrocious but the robes and the rouge and his long eyelashes… She slides her thumb along his bottom lip. 

“I suppose I can.” She slips her thumb into his mouth. He closes his lips around it, eyes heavy-lidded but focused on her own. “If my wife insists.”

Tianlang-Jun’s breath stutters. She feels it. And there’s another thing she can feel awakening beneath her.

“Well?” She moves her thumb. Small, subtle in and out motions. Tianlang-Jun’s tongue drags against her and when she finally pulls free, his chin jolts up as if in chase. “Is that what my wife wants?”

Tianlang-Jun circles his arms around her neck and says, starry-eyed, “Yes, husband.”

Su Xiyan kisses him, deeply, feverishly, no longer able to pretend she could bear to hold back.

And all through the night until morning (plus a while after) she makes certain to take very good care of her wife.

[also on ao3]

[chocochick-creations]

SVSSS: Guess that Eldritch Horror!

(TW: many arms/ stitches)

It’s Shen Yuan!

My interpretation of Horror!Shen Yuan from the awesome fic “Says The Shadow” by tciddaemina on the Archive. (Shhh we’re not mentioning I forgot about the spooky sleeves. I was drowning in gold bangles lol)

It’s 51k of Luo Binghe being Weird4Weird with his monster Shizun, as he deserves lol. 10/10 will read again.

[randomprose]

title: i'll be your crybaby

tags: post-canon and post-airplane extras, fluff and humor, humor, or attempt thereof

rating / word count: Gen / 1.5K words

relationships | characters: moshang | mbj, sqh

summary: shang qinghua thought mobei jun was crying—he was not, of course. mobei jun just got something stuck on his eye. shang qinghua goes crazy about it anyway and mobei jun, an opportunist who learned from the best, takes advantage of this.

“My king,” Shang Qinghua’s tone is urgent and so are his strides across the room to reach where Mobei Jun is, sitting on the cushions by the windows. “Who was it this time? What have they done? What do you need this servant to do? I will make sure they—” “Nothing,” Mobei Jun sighs, a little disappointed at his reaction. “Just come here. Sit.” It doesn’t exactly yield the same results as it does with Luo Binghe and his consort. Shang Qinghua, after all, is a man of action, and his immediate reaction to seeing his king in tears is to get rid of whatever caused them rather than to comfort. And so Mobei Jun takes matters into his own hands, resigned to the fact that he’ll just have to train Shang Qinghua to react accordingly. Shang Qinghua does as he’s told and Mobei Jun unabashedly pushes his head under Shang Qinghua’s chin. Mobei Jun drapes one of Shang Qinghua’s arms over his shoulder and puts his hand over his head. “M-my king?” “This king is not feeling well. Comfort him.”

[diushek]

QUICK, WHO WANTS TO APPEAR (in spirit, as a username) IN THIS SEQUEL I'M WRITING TO MY FANFIC OF THE ORIGINAL!LUO BINGHE COSPLAYING HIMSELF. IT'S AN EMERGENCY (it's not) BUT I'M DEFINITELY BAD WITH USERNAMES, SO IF YOU'D LIKE…

[nebulations]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences 

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply 

Relationships: Shen Jiu | Original Shen Qingqiu & Yue Qingyuan 

Characters: Yue Qingyuan, Shen Jiu | Original Shen Qingqiu 

Additional Tags: Angst, Altered Mental States, Dissociation, Whump, i actually have no idea how to tag this lmaooo it's just 4k of yqy having a bad time, Yue Qingyuan Angst, Yue Qingyuan Needs a Hug, if those tags become my brand well i simply will not complain about it, ... i have been made aware this probably counts as, Hurt No Comfort, yqy's shitty damnable bitch of a shizun counts as a specter of a character here tbh 

Summary:

“My name is Yue Qi,” he informs the man. Not that the name really means anything, when it comes down to it. Not that Yue Qi is worth one thing, when he can’t even—

“It is not,” the man spits, sounding almost affronted. Then he makes a strange sound. Is he trying to laugh, too? “Or, well.” There’s a pause, or maybe Yue Qi’s awareness just lapses again. “Where do you think you are right now, Yue Qi?”

The question makes Yue Qi feel cold, even colder than he already is. He shivers. “How can you not know the Ling Xi caves, if you’re here with me?” he demands. A new thought hits him like a thunderclap right between the eyes. “Are you here to get me out?”

Yue Qingyuan is left injured and poisoned in a cave after a fight. His mind drifts.

[shenqingqiuenthusiast]

Is there anything "every peak lord is a transmigrator" fic or something like that? "Everyone is a transmigrator", roleswap, reversed svsss, anything. As long as it doesn't contain any ship other than Bingqiu (minor MoShang and MingLing are ok, just don't make them the main ships or the main thing), I'll accept🥺 pls gimme some fic rec

[red-pearl-white-flower]

“Shizun, how many kids do you want to pick up?”

Shimu!Luo Binghe, from my fic Small scenario pusher: Soft fur, softer heart

[lurkinginnernarrator]

I imagine Shen Jiu still had urges to brawl after he joined Cang Qiong, but since he was doing his best to embody untouchable immortal, he couldn't really just throw hands so uncouthly.

So, Shen Jiu joins an underground fighting ring.

When he sneaks out it isn't always to rest with the sisters at the WRP; sometimes he needs to work out the aggression that seems to continually be straining for release.

The earnings from the matches go to the jiejies at the Warm Red Pavilion, seeing as you don't make a lot of money as a Disciple, even if you are Head Disciple.

The ring is gritty, and violence is truth there. There isn't the untainted and elevated Shen Qingqiu, or the used and bruised Shen Jiu, he's simply another gladiator among equals.

So, imagine his horror when his idiotic sect siblings find him, engaged in a match, and he cannot even stop to do damage control. If you stop in a match, it's because you lost to the point of unconsciousness, you decided to yield (disgraceful) you won, or you stopped breathing.

As for the entirety of his life, there was only one option he was willing to accept.

So he fights.

And he prays.

That his opponent, a fine fighter, skillful and admirable, decides this once to yield.

He needs the match to end quickly, but that last thing he plans to do is kill a man while his sect siblings gazes burn into his back. And his opponent was quite enjoyable to fight, he'd like to do it again.

The fight drags.

They clash, close and far, ebbing and flowing like a tumultuous tide.

His opponent will not abate.

His sect siblings look like they're about to cause an irreparable stir. He needs to do something. He will not let them take this from him.

Every second the blows continue to land the outcome gets grimmer.

All the concerns he left behind, the concerns of Shen Qingqiu, the wounds of Shen Jiu, batter him now.

He can simply find another ring, start again.

There is no issue except dealing with his sect siblings.

Starting over again won't be hard.

He takes a knee.

"I yield."

It's quiet.

Those who know this man as a simple arena fighter are flabbergasted, this vicious fighter never yielding, his only losses due to heinous injuries.

Those who know Shen Qingqiu are shocked, watching him gracefully forfeit a match, wondering if perhaps it's merely a feint, that he'll strike out like a viper to wrest the victory into his own hands.

Those who know Shen Jiu, do not understand, and they worry.

Amidst this, the man kneels.

[naehja]

ok ok imagine (prompt svsss, free for adoption)

The ending is here. The wedding BingQiu is about to happen.

Except the system decides to be a bitch.

[User! Congratulation. Congratulation. Congratulation.]

"What?"

[You reach the more or less happy ending. \(^o^)/)

"more or less?"

[It could have been better User :/]

"so why do you want"

[You have succeeded to the quest. You did what you need to did]

"And?"

[You can return home now =)]

"WHAT?"

[I lied when i said you were dead in your world, to force you stay. Sorry User ^^" In fact only three hours have passed in your world, you have just passed out.]

"What do you mean?"

[You can return home. Horray \^o^/]

"But what will happen here?"

[The body will be given back to his rightful owner! =)]

"Wait…This scum will have everything i won?"

[So rude user >_< you have seen his past]

"but he doesn't love Binghe"

[The world doesn't turn around the protagonist.]

"he doesn't love Binghe"

[That's not my problem user!!]

"But i made a life here! I want to stay!"

[That body has never been your, User.]

"He killed Liu Qingge in the original"

[Nope :P He didn't]

"But the wedding. I want to stay here. Please."

[So user is happy to take the life of someone else?]

"And what about Airplane?"

[Author was here since the birth of his body, it has always been his body!]

"I refuse!!"

[Not my problem User! è_é]

"I don't want!"

[Fine user, then you'll not remember!]

And Shen Yuan wakes up in his old room, after have apparently passed out because he had eat bad food.

Meanwhile.

Shen Jiu wakes up. His memories are fuzzy. He panicks when he sees someone in his bed. REALLY panicks.

"Shizun?"

IT'S ONE OF HIS STUDENTS oOo?

LUO BINGHE (EWWW)?

Wait…Luo Binghe wasn't 14?

Everyone panicks because he has years of memories who vanished? He has some flashs but doesn't say it.

Binghe thinks that he wedding should still happen. "he will have his memories back at a point!"

Cang Qiong is like "NO? He doesn't remember being in love with you!"

Binghe tries to win over Shen Qingqiu again, brings back medicals things against amnesia, but the poor guy is kinda traumatized, doesn't feel safe in his home, feels dirty because he feels his body has been used against his will to do some...things…he runs to Liu Qingge and asks him "WTF is happening Shidi?"

Strangely he remembers saving Lu Qingge.

And thinks that Qingge = safety

Liu Qingge is really annoyed to see Shen Jiu being harceled like that.

Everyone remember that Shen Qingqiu seemed have changed after this QI deviation years ago, seemed to lose memories, and now he seems have those memories back but not the ones from the time where he was different?

so what if it was really a possession? But he could use his sword!

Binghe doesn't take it well. And all his attempts are not well receveid by Shen Jiu. Who doesn't feel safe with him.

At a point, a mysterious aterfact from demon world reveals that Shen Jiu's soul was "asleep" for all those years since this famous QI deviation. So that "something" take over for all this time. Something who knows things and used it to pretend being him.

Liu Qingge: I KNEW IT (wait it means that Shen QingQiu would have really saved me if it had been him?)

Yue Qingyuan: I'm sorry Luo Binghe but then…the wedding can't happen.

Binghe doesn't take it well. And tries a lot of thing. but Cang Qiong is now very protective of Shen Jiu. And whatever Binghe does, Shen Jiu stays the same. And becomes close of Liu Qingge.

Shang Qinghua:what the fuck system?

[Don't worry author, you'll stay in this world =)]

"it's not what i mean"

[Everyone deserves a happy ending]

"it's Binghe who will have not one now"

[we'll not always have what we want!]

Later

Shang Qinghua: my king, don't you think that Binghe became unstable?

Mobei-Jun: *sarcastic* ho REALLY? it's a fucking nightmare!

Shang Qinghua: Do you know about this plant who, when made into a certain potion, can turn someone into a baby while erasing all his memories? So they can start over a new life?

Mobei-Jun:

Mobei-Jun: interesting.

Few weeks later, Cang Qiong receives the new that Luo Binghe has been turned into a baby during a experiment.

Cang Qiong: WTF?

Shen Jiu: I fucking warn you, i'm not taking him as disciple AGAIN!

Liu Qingge: Yeah he stays away of our sect! (and of Shen Qingqiu)

Shang Qinghua: that was…weird!

[Author! Congratulation. Congratulation. Congratulation. Now that's a happy ending. Binghe can have a better childhood]

Shang Qinghua:

[That's your son, take your responsabilities!]

Shang Qinghua: Keeping him away of my scum son i guess :/ I can find him good parents. Mobei-jun can take care of him i guess. And what about Cumcumber bro?

[back in his world ^^]

"…Yes i knows that but..."

[anachronismstellar]

Luo Binghe stared into the void in front of him, the wisps of the dream realm clinging to his skin, making him hyper aware of his surroundings. It had been too long since any one had dared manipulate him in such a way, it would be a fools errand considering that he had long surpassed Meng Mo in skill and power.

Ah, there you are

Luo Binghe turned around and blinked as the void started to melt around him until he found himself in a distorted version of a room, the walls so tall he couldn’t see the ceiling, windows with thick bars all over it, showing only a glimpse of a starless sky. He tried to take a step forward, conjuring Xin Mo, finally noticing that the floor seemed to be covered in huge sheets of paper. Then it took him only a second to understand that the room wasn’t out of proportions, he was the one that was too small.

He looked up beyond the circle of light around him, blinking his eyes under the hash brightness of it until he got used enough to notice a massive shape of a man hiding in the darkness.

"Show yourself, coward!" He snapped as he shifted the best he could into a fighting stance. What if the enemy seemed to be ten, hundreds of times his current size? He had fought worse in the Abyss and walked victorious.

Come on, you can to do better than that

The voice replied instead of showing its face, reaching out towards Luo Binghe, plucking Xin Mo up from his hands as a parent taking away the toy of their child.

He fought for it, of course. He threw his best attacks, mental and physical, squashing down the wrong feeling crawling up his throat, the taste of fear an old forgotten lover. He couldn’t move, feet firmly glued down on never-ending paper, slowly starting to sink as if he were stuck on quicksand.

And during all of this, the man seemed unfazed. Binghe watched with awe and fury as he brought Xin Mo closer to his face, the glint of the blade reflecting on what seemed to be glass in front of his enemy's eyes.

Whoah she is so beautiful... I wish I had seen it before

Binghe let a vicious grin pull up his lips. Xin Mo might not be in his hands, but it didn't mean the sword was out of his reach. He lashed out, using his energy to push the weapon forward, going for the enemy's eyes, ice spreading through his veins as the sword ignored his command.

Such an unfilial son I have, tsk

And the sentence struck Binghe with enough force the Demon Emperor gasped for air, disguising his surprise with a snarl. He wasn't a religious man, never been and never would be. Whoever was playing with his mind should know better to use such a ridiculous notion to try to make him surrender.

God was dead and and the Heavens had abandoned the realms a long time ago.

Maybe, maybe not, who are you to know what God thinks or does, hn?

Came the answer as if able to see right through Binghe's mind.

"Cease this nonsense immediately, and I might show mercy when I find your wretched body!" He growled as he called upon all his demonic energy, feeling his Heavenly Demon mark burning between his brows.

Instead of screams and prays for mercy, all Binghe got was a laugh.

A laugh! How dare that son of a whore-

Aww you are too precious like this

A hand, bigger than a giant's reached for him. He flinched, throwing his arm in front of his face, feeling as helpless as a child raised by a washerwoman, preparing himself for pain. However, what he felt was the tip of a finger touching his hair and cheek in a caress that left Binghe speechless.

We are too similar, you and I.

The voice- no, his Creator- said with a odd heaviness to it, the weight of it making Binghe tremble.

Because who else would be able to strip him bare, to touch him without being bothered by the tar covering him soul, and call him beautiful despite of it?

Don't worry, I'm gonna be quick

And Binghe wanted to be over, he wanted for this dream to end and to be able to shield his heart again, he wanted to wake up and lose himself between his thousand of wives-

He wanted to stay there forever.

Some universes are not meant to be crossed

His Creator kept speaking as his power made the outline of Xin Mo glow red in the darkness, the sword humming in a low tone. And as quickly as it started, it was over.

There, take this, is dangerous outside, and the dark is filled with terrors or something like that

His Creator laughed once more as if mocking him, as if Binghe weren't the most dangerous person in the three realms.

Now, now, don't be like that

and this time he was ready for the gentle touch, the softness of it bringing tears to Binghe’s eyes.

To mock you would be the same as mocking me, wouldn't it?

Before he could even think of an answer, Xin Mo was back on his hands, light as a feather, cleaner as the first day forged.

Stay in your universe, Luo Binghe

His Creator commanded, touching his head in a delicate pat one last time.

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"Qinghua?"

Airplane blinked as he turned to face his King, noticing that he might have spaced out for a while.

"Sorry, my King! This one apologizes, my mind was somewhere else!" He rushed to say, ignoring the mother of headaches pressuring his temples, the pain worsening every time he imagined for some random reason a mini Luo Binghe trying to fight him with a tiny Xin Mo.

But the idea was fun in a very 90s western movie way, he should talk to Cucumber-bro about it later. Maybe there was a plant that could shrink people? Oh! A mini Mobei-jun would be so cute-

Meanwhile, in another universe, Binghe woke up in the middle of the night drenched in sweat, Xin Mo on his hand reflecting the moonlight.

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No one:

Me, at any possible moment in the past months: do you have a moment to hear the headcanon of God!Airplane- nononooo, please, it's just a moment!

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Current Fandoms (that I am likely to post about)

DTPPF (Li Yu is the bestest boy)

TGCF (FENGQING!!)

SVSSS (Shen Qingqiu deserves a harem)

MDZS (Nie Huaisang is my blorbo)

2ha (Domesticated Chu Wanning Cinematic Universe)

Star Trek woke me like a sleeper agent just now

Merlin BBC deserves a mention since I revived my main mbbc wip from the graveyard a bit ago

Published Works (and their status)

An Ding Almanac (ongoing on side blog)

Current WIPS (in order of something, but don't ask me what)

Note: highlighted in green is my main wip for a specific fandom.

[ the root of the problem (is my love for you that grows) ] the fengqing hanahaki fic that is my love child with satan.

[ roots dug in the ground (buried beside my broken heart) ] the companion piece to the previous fic with extras of the rest of characters watching the shit show go down.

[ though the stars walk backward ] an academy era spirk au where the Kobayashi Maru is replaced by a new test called the Tarsus IV

[ deep in that darkness peering (as the darkness peers back) ] the huan hua trial au that spirals into an identity and system reveal.

[ in inevitably, eternal ] an existential look into Mo Xuanyu's cycle of death and rebirth as he fights against time and god itself for a chance to escape his fate and maybe just once deserve love.

[ my soul is painted like the wings of butterflies ] the huaqing brother au I've mentioned involving prophets, pathological liars, a lot of chess metaphors, heavy angst, and time loops.

[ I'll kiss my name into your skin and cleave our souls together ] a fengqing romantic drama filled with domestic fluff, mutual pining, quite a bit of domestic sex, a conglomerate of mixed feelings and denial, and many MANY misunderstandings.

[ across an ocean of time, the wind still sings your name ] a beefleaf time travel fix it featuring amnesia and lots and lots of mutual pining (they pine so much I could warp them in Christmas lights and hang ornaments on them).

[ stardust burns gold in our veins ] a merthur fic of tragedy and angst because I'm evil like that. You're welcome. “Magic comes from the stars, I think. That’s why it burns gold.”

Feel free to ask me about any of my wips. I have way more in my folder I sometimes drag out, dust off, and work on, but I figured for brevity (I have well over 120 wips okay we're not listing them all here EDIT: link goes to the time I listed a lot of my wips with their silly doc names), I'd only list the ones I'm at the point of naming.

Below the line will be a list of fic's (with links) I've info dumped about at some point. The links will go to the first post I made of each.

The OTHER SVSSS Huan Hua Trial au

TGCF Qi Rong Transmitigation au