#liushang

[artsarasp]

Hey, who put sqh there- (me, it was me)

[arsfaa3]

scketh fem liukang

[star-mail]

repost cause i decided they deserve their own post

breaking my silence,, liujiuplane <3<3<3<33<

[gerathewise]

good ending 💅

[terminaltimeline]

New Era LiuShang is, imo, characterised by an unfortunate affliction of a man neither of them can stop thinking about

[bitterbarberry]

What if...

i really need more AU about liushang

[bob-semechka]

they so cute

[vodkassassin]

Attacking @artsarasp with some Liushang/warplane >:)

When you’re trying to teach your shidi how to do paperwork correctly but he’s not paying attention 😤 (lay off him, SQH, he’s distracted by something pretty :P)

pay no mind to the an ding disciple in the background

[nata123456]

аж чаем петрушевым подавился

[facks-lord]

Куда все туда и я

[m0owu]

OK, guys, you were joking that sqh's type is tsundere, right?

let me show you the list of the most popular pairs with Shang Qinghua:

- Mobei-Jun (tsundere)

- Shen Yuan (tsundere)

- Shen Qingqiu (tsundere)

plus there's Liu Qingge (somehow) (also is tsundere)

seems like it's not a joke anymore..

[artsarasp]

"Shang Qinghua’s head falls forward limply, like a doll’s, coming to rest against Liu Qingge’s chest."

@vodkassassin I swear I don't have a soft spot for hurting the man, I promise- This fic of yours is one of my faves tho (✿ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)⁾⁾

[arsfaa3]

husbands

[star-mail]

Demon lord liu qingge !! liushang,,, again

prompt by thefanbastard for SVSSSAction aka SVSSS Gotcha for Gaza !!

[gerathewise]

we need to talk about this.

just imagine. this sorcerer if he wants can seduce even god.

and i want to say that conversations with my bff @mutiger-seemann are always so inspiring to me. we come up with it all together. ‧₊˚✩彡

[anachronismstellar]

I got something stuck in my head and idk man have this scene I guess

What if SQH were the one finding Liu Qingge in the caves?

Feat Sleep Token - The Summoning

As always no beta we die like Liu Qingge man hidhidf

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He had no idea when everything had gone wrong, all he could feel was the burning of his meridians and the taste of copper on his lips. Like a fog, screams reached his ears, and in a blink of sanity he understood that it was him, his throat completely ruined as blood dripped down his chin and neck.

It had been days, it had been weeks, it had been-

He didn't know.

He felt his arm swing against monsters that weren't there, whispers crawling up his spine, their biting voices making it impossible for him to identify friend or foe. His vision swam again, darkness dancing at the corner of his eyes as if he were stuck in a forever shadow puppet theater, grasping smokes as he fought to get back to reality, to the caves.

Then the light came.

He wasn't conscious enough to recognize that he had been hallucinating for quite sometime now, but if the past month had taught anything is that he had no allies, he couldn't trust no one. So when glittering white and yellow dashed past him, he did the only thing he could have possible do, rushing with his sword at ready, the light prickling his eyes after spending so long in the dark.

At the back of his mind he heard something that sounded like his name. Didn't feel right, however, as if it were coming from underwater, the burning in his chest unbearable as he did his best to slice his opponent, his strikes being met one by one. Another voice, one that sounded too much like what he would say if he were sane, kept screaming at him, reckless, useless, pitiful, disgraceful-

A hand slapped him with full force against his chest, the searing heat of his core freezing too fast for him to understand what had happened. He gasped, chocking blood as he tried to breathe, his wet heaving sending a wave of despair to his bones.

Another slap and this time his lungs filled with more air than blood, snapping him from his overwhelming fear, tears trickling down his cheeks as he finally saw the person in front of him for the first time.

Liu Qingge wasn't a pious man.

He believed in the Heavens as one believes that the moon and starts could influence destiny and fate, to say not at all.

Still, the first thing his mind could think of was that a High Spirit or a Godly creature was in front of him, their hair disheveled a halo, hands gentle as the morning dew helping him to lay down as his legs failed to hold him up.

But the most striking thing were his eyes, glowing gold like embers in the dark, guiding him as he slowly came back to his surroundings.

Liu Qingge squinted his eyes at the man, his foggy brain struggling to process who was in front of him. It was as if trying to put two images over each other and having them mismatch- the man in front of him shouldn't, couldn't be there, and most of it all the man in front of him wouldn't be capable to go toe to toe with him, qi deviation or not.

"-with me?" Shang Qinghua's voice sounded like rocks gritting against each other, as if the man had been screaming for a long time.

Liu Qingge blinked a couple of times, head tilting to the side as he tried to nod. Shang Qinghua hand went to the back of his neck, holding it in place as he pressed something against Liu Qingge's lips, the liquid so cold it felt as if he were drinking snow. He thought it was water, but the more it washed away the taste of blood, the more he could feel the sweetness of it, the coldness soothing his throat.

"There you go, Shidi, just a bit more," Shang Qinghua tilted the leather canteen slowly, giving time for him to swallow before pouring a bit more on his mouth until he turned his face away.

Heaviness took over his limbs, a different type of fogginess started to cling to his senses, sleep making everything soft around the edges, including his sore bones and muscles. He tried to speak, to ask what was happening, but Shang Qinghua just scratched his scalp with a soft "Shh", not helping him at all to keep him awake.

"Let go, Liu Qingge," and he wanted to stand up, to pay attention because Shang Qinghua had never called him by name like this before, so it must be important, right? He needed to be alert, he- "Shh, I won't let your story to be untold this time."

And that made no sense, no sense at all. What did he mean by this time? Was this man even the real Shang Qinghua? Was he surrendering himself to an impostor? But why save him, why?

"Why..." he mumbled right before sleep dragging him to a kinder darkness, the molten gold eyes guiding him to sleep.

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Don't ask, I have no idea either, but I have been listening to Sleep Token non stop since Wednesday and I was feeling a darker vibe than the 12/12 fics.

Look at me, building the Warplane ship one insane fic at a time husdihfuisdf

Anyway, hope you enjoyed the fic! See you around!