#and the person who brought it wants to embarrass the cang qiong sect

[fireflysugarpie]

I think it would be funny if Shang Qinghua and Shen Qingqiu decided to get married, not for tax purposes per se, but for marriage/sex curse immunity. secretly, of course ;)

why would they do this, you may ask? why wouldn't they? excluding aphrodisiacs, there are plenty of curses and/or magical objects just laying around the SVSSS world just waiting for an unsuspecting Peak Lord to trip over them. And since Shen Qingqiu has decided to travel to see all the worldbuilding and cool flora/fauna he missed out on in the original PIDW, he's dragging Shang Qinghua along with him for the ride. Of course, they would need protection against the more serious afflictions they could catch or be caught by, and getting married was the perfectly logical solution!

and if they ended up getting sex-pollened and needed to rail each other anyway? if they both said no-homo after, then it didn't count! and if they had started to sleep in the same bed and woke up in each other's arms, that's because it's cheaper than getting separate rooms! Who cared that Shang Qinghua started to sleep over at Shen Qingqiu's peak when they were both back at the sect? And brought him gifts and food? And that he reciprocated? They were obviously just hanging out as friends.

And friends are supposed to be affectionate and show care towards each other! They're the only transmigrators in this world, so they need to stick together! Watching the other jerk off can be a bonding activity, you know!

And if Shen Qingqiu noticed one day that they stopped saying no-homo? They already know they aren't gay, so it would be redundant to keep saying it. Carding your fingers through your fake (real) husband's hair while he lays in your lap and complains about the merchant's trying to weasel out of a deal with the sect is completely straight behavior!

[satonthelotuspier]

Day / Chapter 3 of Liushen week!

You can find part 1 and part 2 at the links. Mildly spicy.

How To Catch An Aloof And Untouchable Immortal

Attempt 3 - Tea

Yang Yixuan found him that afternoon. He was carrying an armful of correspondence Liu Qingge had been tying to evade for a good while. It was a game they often played, because Liu Qingge didn’t like paperwork, and if he managed to avoid it for long enough Yang Yixuan would have to deal with it, or risk missing important deadlines.

His head disciple virtually slapped the pile into Liu Qingge’s chest, (remind him why he put up with this again?), and he was about to respond with his usual, waspish retorts, when Yang Yixuan lifted his chin.

“If you shout at me, I’m not going to tell you the news.” His head disciple was brash, loud, and had a quick temper. Much like Liu Qingge. It was annoying.

“Who says I want to hear your news?” Liu Qingge demanded. Honestly, where was the respect? Why did he end up with the argumentative little brat? He hadn’t even wanted a head disciple.

“Understood, I’ll not tell you about Shen-shibo then.” Yang Yixuan spun on his heel and was about to march off, except Liu Qingge had dropped everything to the ground and caught him by the arm.

“What about Shen Qingqiu?”

Yang Yixuan was about to point out he hadn’t been interested a few moments ago, but something in his Shifu’s face warned him against it, and he actually paid attention to it this time.

“I met Ning-shijie on her way back to Qing Jing Peak at midday, Shen-shibo has returned from the demon realm and-,” he didn’t get to finish, as Liu Qingge was already striding away from him and towards the Rainbow Bridge.

***

He made his way over to Qing Jing Peak without pausing.

He had had weeks to dwell on what had happened between them. And he needed answers. There was a part of Liu Qingge that couldn’t believe he had allowed it to happen, and another part that couldn’t believe Shen Qingqiu had.

Without doubt their relationship had started off as frigid, all those years ago, when Shen Jiu had first joined the Cang Qiong sect. Years of undisguised mutual disgust had changed when Shen Qingqiu, now peak lord of Qing Jing Peak, and second only to Yue Qingyuan in seniority, had unexpectedly, and completely against his character until that point, saved Liu Qingge’s life.

Liu Qingge had lost control of his cultivation, and almost lost his life as he suffered a qi deviation. Actually, he had almost killed Shen Qingqiu, but the other had helped him.

If asked before how likely Shen Qingqiu would have been to offer aid to him in that situation, and not just cut him down dead, he would have said not at all. But the other had.

And something like a tentative friendship had developed between them. Except Liu Qingge had trouble expressing such a sentiment, and so had shown his friendship in other ways, fighting for him, always collecting his lost fans, healing him of the poison without cure when it flared up and blocked his qi circulation.

That it could be something more…it wasn’t possible. Liu Qingge, while he did have more tender feelings for Shen Qingqiu, wasn’t capable of something as flighty as love. He was the War God of Bai Zhan Peak.

But they had had sex together. He had been hazy on the details that first morning, but with Shen Qingqiu absconding to the demon realm in the wake of their intimacy, he had had plenty of time to think on it. And he did have some memory of the night after the first foggy clouds had lifted.

It had been awkward and embarrassing, or it would have been if they both hadn’t been under the effects of alcohol. He had been a virgin, and he was entirely convinced the same was true for Shen Qingqiu.

They had begun with clumsy, messy kisses, which had continued for quite some time, becoming less so as they had grown used to the glide of each other’s mouths, the shy brush of tongues, the hot panting breaths.

Oil had been procured from somewhere, and they had argued back and forth over who should put what, where. Despite neither initially willing to be the giving party, due to lack of experience and an unwillingness to hurt the other, eventually Shen Qingqiu, full of alcohol-fuelled bravado, and snatched the vial, with a muttered, “Give that here, Liu Qingge, my sister read enough danmei that I know what I’m looking for.” he had slipped from the formal intonations of Shen Qingqiu, and besides had used words that meant absolutely nothing to Liu Qingge. What was more confusing had been the fact that he was entirely sure Yue Qingyuan and Shen Jiu had known each other as children, and neither had ever mentioned a sister of Shen Qingqiu’s. And what was danmei? He understood the characters, of course, but not what they were as a concept.

It had definitely been awkward, unskilled, but they had fumbled and experimented and stumbled their way to something that had been, if not soul-altering, then at least mutually satisfying.

And instead of facing the aftermath, the morning after, Shen Qingqiu had run away to the demon realm.

Liu Qingge stopped in his march suddenly. He had made it to Shen Qingqiu’s little bamboo hut without realising.

He didn’t actually know what he was going to say, now he had cornered the other in his lair, with nowhere to run to.

But he wouldn’t let that stop him.

He strode inside, full of purpose, and intent.

“Shen Qingqiu!”

The slender, elegant figure of the master of Qing Jing Peak was seated at the table, behind a tea service. In fact he was just placing a cup in front of Yue Qingyuan.

They both stared at him having made his dramatic entrance.

He felt his face flush.

“Liu-shidi, perhaps you would like to join Zhangmen-shixiong and this humble one in a drink.”

Shen Qingqiu seemed serene, knowing Liu Qingge could broach no such intensely private subject in front of their sect leader.

He strode in and dropped himself into the seat across from Shen Qingqiu, attempting to regain the tattered shreds of his composure.

“Thank you,” he said briefly, and accepted the drink Shen Qingqiu placed in front of him.

He would just wait. Yue Qingyuan would have to return to deal with sect business before too long, a busy sect leader could only spend so long in polite visiting.

So he settled down to wait.

But he hadn’t counted on Shen Qingqiu’s fan club.

Just as Yue Qingyuan was rising to take his leave, Qi Qingqi, Peak Lord of the Xian Zhu Peak arrived, with her head disciple, Liu Mingyan, in attendance.

More tea was brought in by Ning Yingying, and he sat through Qi Qingqi berating Shen Qingqiu for his absence like a strict, yet secretly fond, older sister, while Liu Mingyan, that traitor of his blood, dared to question Shen Qingqiu about how he and ‘Luo-shixiong’ had spent their time.

As Qi Qingqi made to leave, Mu Qingfang arrived, both to pay a social call, and collect some rare fungi with several medicinal uses, which Shen Qingqiu had brought him from the demon realm. More tea was served.

Shang Qinghua, once disgraced lord of An Ding Peak, was of course next, demanding all news from the demon realm, but secretly wanting only information on Mobei-jun. Liu Qingge sneered into his...how many cups of tea had this been again?

How could one person drink so much tea?

It grew late, and Ming Fan came to enquire as to whether Shen Qingqiu and his guests would require dinner. and Shang Qinghua took that as a cue to leave.

Finally. It looked liked after an afternoon spent doing nothing but sitting and drinking tea he would finally have a chance to speak to Shen Qingqiu on his own.

There was a sudden booming voice from the doorway, “Shen-shixiong, drink with me tonight.” It was the Peak Lord of Zui Xian Peak, followed by his disciples, bearing several jars of alcohol, and a bemused Shang Qinghua, who had been waylaid on the Rainbow Bridge and convinced to return to Qing Jing Peak to join the party.

Though sturdy, the cup in Liu Qingge’s hand smashed into a thousand pieces, under the immense pressure of his grip.