#gong shangjue behind the door

[zishuge]

Zhang Linghe as Gong Ziyu My Journey To You (2023) | Ep. 22

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: It always ends the same

Pairing: Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi

Tags: Modern!AU, Angst, Incest, Secret Relationship, Cheating, background Gong Shangjue x Shangguan Qian

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He can't remember the face of the man he kissed in the club, but he does remember how it felt to be pressed up against the wall and held like he meant something. Yuanzhi thinks the man might have left a hickey. That would be inconvenient.

The happy high that had carried him through the better part of the night has long since simmered down to a dull buzz in the back of his head. Pushing his hair out of his eyes, he blows out a lungful of air as he keys in the passcode to the front door of his flat.

Yuanzhi's going to forego a shower and head straight to bed. Maybe get a glass of water and some painkillers for the hangover in the morning. It's a sound plan and one that has worked before and would have worked now if it weren't for the single table lamp in his living room illuminating the figure sitting on his sofa.

Yuanzhi jolts a little at the sight of his big brother. Affecting a calm he does not feel, he locks the door behind him. Carefully setting his shoes next to his gege's.

"What are you doing here?" He asks, shuffling to the kitchen for his glass of water. Really, he's too tired for this. Shangjue gege isn't supposed to even visit for another week and if he is remembering the dates right, he's supposed to be in Tokyo.

"Where were you?"

Annoyance prickles in his throat. Seriously, where does he get the balls to ask him these questions? Yuanzhi is not in the mood tonight. He downs a glass of water before mustering enough nonchalance to say, "Why do you even care?"

Shangjue gege doesn't reply and Yuanzhi doesn't give a damn enough to wait around for one.

Filling his glass back up, he makes for his bedroom. He makes it halfway there before he finds himself grabbed and pinned up against the dining table with his glass shattering on the floor where it falls.

"What--"

"Who did this to you?" Shangjue gege seethes, hand on the base of his throat holding him in place. Yuanzhi panics a little because he knows that's where the man from the club has kissed a mark on his skin. He tries to break away, and push back, but it's quickly quelled by Shangjue pressing down hard enough so that he's pinned.

Like one of those butterflies pinned to a silken display case that they used to marvel over in the family home.

"Why?"

Yuanzhi pushes again and Shangjue lets go, stepping back far enough for Yuanzhi to right himself. Just when he thinks he can shake him off, Shangjue grips him hard by the hip.

"Why?" He growls out.

Properly ticked off at this point, Yuanzhi roars back, "Why not!"

This startles Shangjue enough to let him go. Punching him on the shoulder, Yuanzhi shoulders past him.

"Look around you, Ge! Look at where we are! This is your house, your clothes! I go to a school of your choosing and I study what you tell me to. I'm in a fucking dollhouse and I'm your fucking sex doll. You pick me up when you need a willing hole to fuck so that you don't break your pretty wife and you leave me here like an unwanted puppy when you don't need me."

"I can't have any friends because how do I even begin to tell them how fucked up my life is. I can't get close to anyone because I'll be risking you and your perfect cookie-cutter life." Yuanzhi furiously wipes at the tears that bleed down his face. Shaking his head, he gulps wetly. "My whole life, ever since we were kids, has been shaped by you. Why not? You have the audacity to ask me that?"

There's barely a trace of an emotion on Shangjue's face. When he reaches out to touch Yuanzhi, he slaps his hand away, but this doesn't deter him. He takes hold of his sweater sleeve, tugging once, twice, before Yuanzhi relents and falls into his arms with a sob.

Careful caresses card through the hair at the base of his skull and the warmth of his gege's hug feels a lot like how he would be comforted after a skinned knee, but the gentle kiss to the corner of his eyes is anything but innocent, childhood comfort.

The slow tilt of his face and the slide of gege's mouth against his is the furthest thing from familial.

"It wasn't supposed to get this far," Shangjue whispers. "I wasn't supposed to let it get this far."

Yuanzhi swallows down the rest of the bile that threatens to escape from the tip of his tongue. He's tired. He is drained and there's nothing left in him tonight for sharp edges and hurt. Yuanzhi just doesn't want to think anymore.

With a soft push against his gege's chest, he sniffles, pulling away.

Without a word, he walks to his bedroom door, opening it and stepping through. He leaves it open behind him, stripping out of his clothes until he's down to his underwear.

He hears the shuffling of socked feet on the floor. Then the snick of the door closing.

[evolutionsbedingt]

WIP Wednesday (MJTY Edition)

You know the best part of being sick? It affords you a hell of a lot more time for such things as fic editing, so I've actually made substantial progress again!!

Have a taste of Shangjue and Elder Yue meeting the emperor!

★★★

“So this is Gong Shangjue, the man who puts terror in the hearts of those aligned with Wufeng,” the emperor finally says, waving at the eunuch to leave them and Shangjue relaxes a fraction when the man closes the door behind himself even if he does take up his position right outside of it. “This emperor is afraid he hasn’t heard of Yue Xi, zi Zijian, before.”

Zijian-xiongzhang salutes the emperor. “This lowly subject has only recently become an Elder of the Gong sect and his branch of the sect does not usually have any contact with the outside world.”

The emperor hums. “This emperor’s sources say Yue Zijian is Gong Shangjue’s lover.”

“A pervasive misunderstanding we decided to use to our advantage to keep Wufeng in the dark about our movements,” Shangjue explains, leaving out his own role in its pervasiveness. “We assume that if they were to look for this humble subject, they’d expect him to have brought his shidi, who he is known to favour, or no one at all. And this humble subject is not known to cut his sleeve.”

“Does Yue Zijian have any proof of his association with the Gong sect? There are some portraits of Gong Shangjue, but none of his Elder.” The emperor is quite thorough in his questioning and Shangjue is starting to wonder whether he should have visited the palace on his own at first, to assure him of the veracity of their claims.

“This Elder has developed the famous anaesthetic sold by the Gong sect, Drunken Blood,” Zijian-xiongzhang says, straightening. “If your venerable self so wishes this humble servant can refine it under the observation of a trusted imperial physician. The formula is not known outside of the Yue branch of the Gong sect and as far as this humble servant knows no one in the jianghu has been able to recreate it.”

“Drunken Blood,” the emperor murmurs, tapping his fingers on his desk. “It was first sold some three years ago. Immediately after a Wufeng spy managed to breach the Gong family’s defences, if this emperor’s advisors are to be believed.”

“Yes. The spy was captured and this humble subject used her to test the anaesthetic until it reached perfection,” Zijian-xiongzhang says evenly.

Shangjue remembers with sudden clarity the young woman who broke into Yuanzhi’s workshop, who Zijian-xiongzhang found and then claimed before the former Zhiren-daren could have her tortured and executed. Was this his beloved, Yun Que? A few days after her death Zijian-xiongzhang turned up with white streaks in his hair and Shangjue wonders what happened, how they went from poison tester and physician to lovers. Wonders whether this is why Yuanzhi worried that their Elder’s heart might get stolen in the outside world. 

“He had hoped to keep her longer, since she was young and strong, a good condition for a poison tester, but sadly she didn’t survive the next experiment,” Zijian-xiongzhang says and Shangjue admires how unaffected he sounds. If this Yun Que truly was the lover he mourns so much that he considers his own life not worth living anymore, it must take incredible restraint to talk about her like this. “Wufeng reclaimed her body at the end of the three days and three nights she was left to hang outside the manor gates.”

[randomingoftherandomness]

Soooo I dreamed this last night... Everyone in the Gong family knows about Shangjue and Yuanzhi feelings for each other. Zishang being the caring sister she decides to take the matters in her hands to get the two together. She convinces Yuanzhi that the only way to get his man is to make him jealous so he has to fake a relationship with Young Master Hua (who is unwillingly part of the plan).

The three idiots planned the whole thing with open doors and Shangjue ears everything.

The whole thing ended up with Young Master Hua and Yuanzhi caught in a rather embarrassing situation the elders, Elder Hua almost having a heart attack and Shangjue shocking everything by laughing heartly and soundly for the first time in his life.

It's stupid but I woke up laughing like an idiot 😂

"Do I really have to?"

Zishang bravely resists the urge to roll her eyes because, oh, save her from those with short-sightedness. Xiao Hei purses his lips as he carefully watches how Yuanzhi manoeuvres his way into the gauzy pale green fabric of the hanfu. She'd bought it because a travelling merchant had said that it was the latest in summer styles from the south thinking she'd probably wear it out once but now as she sees the way the shade complements Yuanzhi's complexion, it was a good idea to hang on to it.

Xiao Hei nudges her with his shoulder and she tuts her tongue at him. Impatience is such an unattractive trait in a man.

"Why? Are you scared of what Gong Shangjue will do to you if he thinks you're corrupting his little brother?" Zishang teases, crossing her arms.

"More like, I am very invested in keeping my limbs attached to my body and my guts in me, thank you very much," Xiao Hei quips back without missing a beat. Which. Okay, point. Gong Shangjue is scary and she really would rather not cross him on his best days.

But it's for the cause of true love! It's justified! Zishang sighs inwardly, lamenting the fact that her brilliance could never be understood by mere mortals.

Yuanzhi is deeply in love with Shangjue and anyone with two eyes can see how much Shangjue adores him in return. It has been this way for years. While Zishang cannot begin to guess where that nature of love turned from the comfort and familiar to something much deeper and tempered by attraction, theirs is a love that lies unspoken and Zishang would be damned if she has to live through another tea session where Yuanzhi's moping because he missed his Shangjue gege when he's not around.

Nudging Xiao Hei, she mouths the words, Go help him. He rolls his eyes but doesn't talk back. Moving to where Yuanzhi is fumbling with the belt, Zishang feels a small sense of elation when he steps close enough to wrap his hands around Yuanzhi's waist and tighten the wrappings.

In another life, they'd make a good-looking couple, she thinks idly. She probably should have been paying attention because the next thing she knew, Xiao Hei and Yuanzhi were tangled together and bickering while stumbling around.

"I think this goes--"

"...hold still..."

"--don't tighten it...!"

"Wait...!"

Zishang is half a step into helping them when the doors swing open to a sputtering Elder Hua and a serenely smiling Shangjue behind him.

"This! This!" Elder Hua squeezes out, wagging his finger at his son. Xiao Hei, to his credit, quickly holds up his hands in a gesture of surrender, eyes wide and panicked.

Yuanzhi scrambles to close the front of his robes, going a bit crimson from the blood splotching his cheeks.

"What's the meaning of this!"

"Father, I swear it's not what you think--"

"Well, I think," Shangjue smoothly interjects, stepping into the room. Deftly separating Xiao Hei and Yuanzhi, he coolly throws his coat around Yuanzhi's shoulders, wrapping an arm (almost possessively) around his slender waist. "That we should be asking the mastermind of this whole endeavour, hm?"

Sharp eyes turn to Zishang who absolutely does not squeak under the scrutiny. Xiao Hei looks positively harangued when Elder Hua crosses the room to slap his shoulder, muttering exasperatedly about how he should know better than to covet Gong Shangjue's person.

"Zishang jie, would you mind explaining yourself?"

She manages a weak laugh before swallowing tightly around the nervous knot in her throat. Spying the way Shangjue's leaning in to whisper something in Yuanzhi's pink-tinged ear, she's gratified that, at least her matchmaking efforts have paid off.

Hopefully, Shangjue doesn't hunt her for sport for this.

[randomingoftherandomness]

No 27 from the domestic ask game? Maybe for the Mob AU? 👀

27. fixing their hair/clothes just before they rush out the door

Read the AU on AO3

Probably very much not in the vibe for a fic like this, but I was listening to ATEEZ’s Bouncy on repeat while I wrote this 🌶️ dear god they’re so hot 🥵

(I can’t help it but San and Yeosang are just 👌🏼💦)

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Elder Zue idly drinks his tea while he watches the merriment of the younger folk around them. His own kin are sitting to the side, hoarding the wedding sweets while the rest of their cousins in the same generation are either playing wedding games with the groomsmen or cracking open the bottles of Talisker.

It’s only 2pm but he supposes it’s an appropriate drinking hour somewhere out there in the world.

In all honesty, if someone had told him that he would be here in the capacity of a senior member of the family to attend the wedding of Gong Shangjue himself, a year ago he’d probably cracked a rib laughing.

That nephew of his had always been a little too serious and by the time the rest of his cousins came along, there’d been a gap of age and interests that couldn’t be bridged over a forced interactions at the family dinner.

But in the few times he has seen Shangjue with Yuanzhi, he thinks he can believe that somehow there are things like soulmates in this world.

Shangjue’s father had been an effective and efficient driving force behind the Jue gang, but under Shangjue, the Jue gang has actually expanded to the point where there‘s been talks of going legitimate.

Elder Xue’s old school but he can recognise the merits for that route. You have to keep innovating to keep up with the times, after all. A lifetime of knuckledusters and dropping bodies into the river can only last so long.

At the front door, the bridal party is sufficiently bribed and bargained with to allow Shangjue and his retinue to come through. Elder Xue has to smile at the flushed but pleased look that is on Shangjue’s face when he first lays eyes on his Yuanzhi.

There’s a thread of relief, coloured by pride as he looks him over. Going on one knee, he holds out a bouquet of flowers, both men grinning as Yuanzhi leans in and Shangjue arches up for a kiss that has the whole room erupting in cheers and laughter. Confetti is thrown and someone is shouting that the auspicious time is here.

When Shangjue takes Yuanzhi by the hand, Elder Xue plays witness to the way the world seems to fall to the wayside and the two exist in a bubble of their own.

Shangjue looks years younger as he reaches up to pick the confetti out of Yuanzhi’s hair, attentively fixing the collar of his suit. When he is done, Yuanzhi smiles, mouth shaping around words Elder Xue cannot make out. He moves to smooth a thumb down the line of Shangjue’s jaw, eyes turning liquid warm when Shangjue starts to grin.

They kiss again, slow as if they’re going on their own time.

Someone calls out from the courtyard that they really need to get moving and Elder Xue wants to bash the idiot in for ruining their moment.

“Let’s go!”

Shangjue wraps his arm around Yuanzhi’s slender waist, happiness radiating from their bodies as they step out to the firecrackers and the joyous cheers that send them off.

“Elder, let us make a move too.”

His kin are still hugging the jar of wedding candy when they make for their own car. Silly boys. He’ll make sure they have all the candy they want for their wedding in the future.

[randomingoftherandomness]

Hey lovely! I was wondering if you would be able to write a Shangjue and Yuanzhi fic ive been thinking about. I keep thinking about the scene where Yuanzhi is in the closet and bites his lip so Shangjue will find him with his blood and it won't leave my brain aha

I was thinking that if Yuanzhi is kidnapped he'd 100% use the same technique because he knows his gege is looking for him and won't stop until he's found

But side note, could you imagine having a period around Shangjue lmao he'd know before you do and that's wild lol

A/N: fam.

Rainbow kiss :>

I know you didn’t ask for this but, I’m pulling a Rule 63 for a female!Yuanzhi :> 🌶️🍋

Tags: Gong Shangjue x Gong Yuanzhi, Rule 63!Yuanzhi, Period Sex, LET BUSHES BE BUSHES, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex

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They barely make it into Jue residence before Shangjue has her pressed up against the nearest pillar, pulling a gasp out of her before Gege bullies his way between her thighs.

Even without Shangjue gege’s preternatural ability to sniff out blood like a hunting hound, she can smell herself, feel herself growing sticky and wet where she is pressed up against Gege’s bulge.

“Ge…! Stop, I’ll stain your clothes…”

The only answer she gets is a rough tug of her hips and a groan that rips itself out of her chest at the zing of pleasure that starbursts up her spine.

Shangjue gege leans in to nip at the corner of her jaw, the tip of his button nose nuzzling up against the soft secret place behind her ear. “I could smell you,” Gege sighs into the heat of her skin. “The second I stepped foot into that abandoned temple, I could almost taste you on my tongue.”

An image of her gege following the trail of her scent like a hunting dog comes to mind not for the first time. Yuanzhi giggles a little at the thought. Somehow, she thinks it’s comforting to know that no matter where she goes in the world, her gege will always find her.

"Then do it."

Gege pauses. Yuanzhi tilts her head back, moving her fingers through her gege's hair. "Do it, gege," She breathes, rocking her hips. "Taste me."

The reverent kiss to the side of the neck is only the prelude to Shangjue carefully peeling them both back from the pillar, making a sure-footed path to his room.

“I thought I was going to go mad if I couldn’t find you." Shangjue admits. Laying her down on her back, he crawls to loom over her. "Gong Ziyu had to physically hold me down from running out the door the second they delivered their ransom demands.”

“How fortunate that I started bleeding.”

“How fortunate, indeed.” Shangjue gege smiles beatifically as if she'd just commented on a very nice deed he'd just promised he would get done. Stroking the back of his fingers down the side of her face, he moves back.

Yuanzhi giggles when Shangjue's fingernails scratch over her belly as he is stripping her of underpants. "Not even going to get me naked?" She teases, running her fingers over the shell of an ear. "Ge, you're so impatient."

He chuckles, making space between her thighs until he has them thrown over his shoulders with a small yelp from her lips.

Kissing the insides of her thighs, she meets his gaze full-on when he slowly brushes his lips onto the patch of skin between her thigh and groin. A rush of wetness escapes her at the first press of tongue to clit, smearing slick to his cheek, clinging onto her dark thatch of hair. It's like a lightning bolt to her senses.

"Ge, I won't last long if you do that." She warns.

"Who said I wanted you to?" Shangjue easily replies, lips smacking as she feels his fingers expose more of her flower. A curse escapes her, stuttering and weak as it carves itself into the night air. Surrendering, defeated by this expert manipulation of her body.

Yuanzhi throws an arm over her face, only for Shangjue to stop and reach up to pull it off.

"Don't hide. Not tonight."

Her heart skips a beat. The sight of her gege's full lips shiny with spit and blood has her quivering. Her chest grows warm when she catches the naked worry in his eyes. Pushing herself up by the elbows, she pulls him up by the collar, dragging him until she is close enough to slide their lips together, drawing in the taste of her musk and blood in his mouth.

"In me. Please."

"So polite," Gege huffs into the seam of her smile.

"Only for you," Yuanzhi quips, the sound petering into a giggle when she feels her gege reaching down to undo the ties of his inner pants.

"Yes, only for me."

Yuanzhi inhales at the first brush of Shangjue's cockhead against her hole, swallows down a broken moan at the second, blanks out on the third. It's a slow push into her and she can feel every stretch, every ridge, every bump as Shangjue gege reshapes her to fit him.

"Gege...!"

Shangjue wraps her in his arms, holding her tightly to him as he thrusts the last inch of his erection into her. Groaning, Yuanzhi's thighs shake at the overwhelming sensation of being filled so perfectly. Digging her nails into the back of gege's neck, she arches, body shivering and trembling through her orgasm.

She is unravelled. Unspooled and undone as Shangjue refuses to let her rest and immediately picks up the pace on fucking her into the mattress. She throws her hands above her head, a mad scramble to hold on to the headboard as Shangjue gege moans her name, jackrabbiting his hips.

Her mind trips on the edge of pleasure and pain. She thinks she sobs, not caring one bit when her belt is pulled loose, the front of her robes slipping open to reveal her chest.

The grip and weight of gege's hands on her waist pulls her back down when he thrusts back up into her. The air is a thick tang of blood and sweat, singing with the lewd symphony of flesh to flesh and pleasured groans.

"Yuanzhi..."

"Inside me, gege," Yuanzhi pants. "Be good, gege, and come inside me..."

Shangjue's breath hitches and he nods, obeying when his hips slows, one, two, and then stilling, pressed up in her as he fills her full.

Yuanzhi weakly pulls him back down on her, refusing to let him pull out even as he shivers through his own high. Peppering his face with lazy kisses, she groans when he shifts his hips, causing him to slip out.

Shangjue flops to her side, not letting her move even half an inch away by throwing an arm around her waist to haul her into his arms. Yuanzhi lets her gege pet at her hair, brushing back her bangs and carefully tugging her hair ornaments off with one hand.

"Don't...!" She tries to stop him when he tosses one of her hair bells onto the floor.

"I'll get you a new one." Shangjue gege says. "Just be good for me and let me take care of you now."

An absolute tyrant, Yuanzhi thinks sluggishly, content to relax back into his embrace. No wonder I love him.