#mobei jun as the crown prince

[venshichan]

So I was bored, last night, and had an idea–what if I wrote some oneshots in Disney AU's, Scum Villain/SVSSS Edition? So here I am now, sharing this au that I made!

(If I ever get the motivation, I will make an actual collection of this AU in AO3, but for now, I'll leave it here.)

Story prompt: In which MoShang stars as the main characters of the Cinderella AU: Shang Qinghua as Cinderella and Mobei Jun as the Crown Prince, where everyone is human and mortal.

The Prince and the Ham–Airplane

(A Cinderella-Inspired MoShang AU)

Shang Qinghua had long since accepted his fate as the most overworked, underappreciated, and unwilling servant in the household of Prime Minister Shen. If he had known that getting adopted by a wealthy family after being orphaned young meant this, he might have chosen the streets instead.

At least the streets wouldn’t have come with his “brothers”, Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan! While there were probably more horrible things than said brothers, he'd really rather choose to be away from them than be ordered to slave around all day!

Ever since his dearest Mother died, this random noble–who turned out to be Prime Minister Shen Qingqiu–picked him up from the streets, asking if he wants to be his son, telling him the privileges he'd get to enjoy if he agrees.

Blinded by the tempting luxury and comforts that a beggar wouldn't be able to have access to, Shang Qinghua immediately agreed.

(Well, anyone would agree to such a thing, of course! It was understandable that he would fall for such an obvious scam! Being an author who got transmigrated in some weird Cinderella au of PIDW doesn't mean he'd immediately be able to support himself, yes, even if he did write stories again for a living! Paper was expensive, and so were writing materials! Even having them published was hard! He was barely scraping by with the funds that he got from a half assed novel that he sold!)

Shang Qinghua should have known that there was a catch–such a deal was too good to be true! And why did he fall for such an obvious trick?! He was fooled to work for the Shen family, where he toiled and laboured as the only servant in the big assed mansion! Of course he's upset!

Now, this would have been fine and all, really, he could smile through the pain and the suffering while keeping a pleasantly smiling outward appearance….but did he have to actually be related to the bastard Shen Qingqiu?! No, wait, technically, he's the one who's the bastard that his ‘father’ sired.

What was this messed up au?! Three Shens?! Shen Jiu and Shen Qingqiu are the one and the same in PIDW, but somehow, it was different here!

Stupid au. Stupid plot. Why the hell was he even given a second chance in life when it's all shitty?! It doesn't help that the man had went from a warm, tenderly smiling man who told him he was his father, to a cold, uncaring one with an unsettling gaze always trained towards him whenever he'd get a glimpes of his bastard of a father!

It was all a facade! The bastard was two faced! Horrible, horrible man!

….To be fair, Shen Jiu mostly ignored him even if his words can be sharp, and unless he needed tea, but Shen Yuan? That little menace loved to torment him. He had a real talent for making Shang Qinghua’s life miserable, mostly by stealing his work and presenting it as his own. He even had the gall to act like he was the poor, hardworking one.

Which was why, when the royal decree announced a grand ball for the Crown Prince’s betrothal selection, Shang Qinghua laughed so hard he nearly dropped the dishes.

(Again, he doesn't get why the Shen siblings keep seeking him out! Like, if they hated him so much for being the bastard that their ‘Father’ had sired, why do they keep dragging him everywhere and talking to him?! Couldn’t they just‐well, ignore his existence? That wasn't even hard! Not to mention, he has a lot of chores to do, and no time for distractions.

Hell, he even does Prime Minister Shen's paperwork when he DOESN’T even need to do it! Why was he even doing this?! It wasn’t his job! He already has to make sure they have their meals–mind you, he wasn’t even a cook–and clean their big assed, useless mansion, do the laundry, garden, sew, and all those thankless shit! Wasn’t he supposed to live in comfort and luxury? Then why, oh why, was he here and doing all this?! He was practically a fucking slave! He wants out! The only reason why he hasn't left, is because Prime Minister Shen promised to pay him his wages, and YET he had received NOTHING.)

“You? Attending a royal ball?” he wheezed, looking at Shen Yuan, who was vainly fanning himself “What are you gonna do, charm your way into the prince’s heart?”

“I don’t need to charm him,” Shen Yuan sniffed. “It’s practically a given that I’ll win.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m me.”

Shang Qinghua gagged.

Shen Jiu, snorting softly as he began flipping through a book, muttered, “You’re delusional.”

Shen Yuan let an indignant squawk.

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Shang Qinghua, of course, was NOT invited to the ball. He was expected to stay home and scrub the floors–already done–while his dear brothers attended in their finest robes.

But fate (or possibly some very determined 'elderly' matchmakers) had other plans.

Just as he was about to collapse into his sad little cot for the night, the back door of the estate swung open, revealing a group of unfamiliar old ladies—wait, no. Those were definitely Qi Qingqi and Liu Mingyan wearing grandma clothes!

Shang Qinghua quickly sat up, staring in disbelief.

What were they even doing here?!

“Who—? What—?”

“No time to explain,” the one in front said, dragging him out by the sleeve–obviously Qi Qingqi. “You’re going to the ball.”

“What? No! I don’t want to go to the ball! I'm tired! I want to rest! I just had a full day, and you guys are NOT about to ruin it!”

“Nonsense,” The disguised Liu Mingyan declared. “It’s your destiny.”

“My destiny is to not die of exhaustion before I’m thirty, thanks.”

He replied flatly, flopping back down his cot, and throwing his blanket over his head with a grumble.

But they ignored him; they yanked off his favourite blankie–"Hey! How dare you–rude!”–pushed him off the bed, before shoving him into the most beautiful, royal blue robe that felt more expensive than his entire existence and thrusting a pair of glass shoes into his hands.

Shang Qinghua paled as he looked at them, his hands trembling a little.

“Oh Heavens–this really is a Cinderella AU?! The fuck am I supposed to do?! And is this glass?!” He muttered in horror and anxiety.

The ‘old’ women ignored the first part of what he said: A-Hua had always been that way, saying such silly, and weird things.

“We don’t have any other shoes other than glass, A-Hua.”

“Why would I want to use glass shoes?! I'd break these before I even make it to the castle!” Shang Qinghua wailed. “I have normal ones!”

“A-Hua....no way in hell are you wearing those things you call shoes. Don't be silly! We don't approve of it!”

“I just wanted to stay at home,read my books, and write stories! No! Let me go! I don't wanna go to the ball! I just want to rest, dammit! The Shens will kill me if I go!”

The ladies did not dignify that with a response before hauling him into a carriage and sending him off to the palace.

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Prince Mobei Jun was bored.

The entire ballroom was filled with noblewomen (and some noblemen) desperately throwing themselves at him. And for what? His title? His wealth? His face?

Okay, fine, the face he could understand. He knew he was good looking, he wasn’t stupid–his mother kept telling him how good looking he was. But still.

He was just about to escape when someone stumbled–not even elegantly or gracefully–into the ballroom.

The entire hall turned silent for a few moments as all turned to watch the slightly –but artfully–disheveled, beautiful man stumbled inside, looking wildly out of place in the elegant ball with his jittery energy. He nearly faceplanted before catching himself on a passing noblewoman’s sleeve, who shrieked and flung him off.

‘Oh, what an adorable, pretty little thing….’

Mobei Jun stared.

Those were his signature colours. Blue and silver were his colour, everyone knew that, hence they would sometimes dress up in robes that were in his colours, just to catch his attention.

It never fit any of them, really.

And yet…here was this adorable creature, donning his colours,wearing the most beautiful robes that made him look unreal in an ethereal sense–and it just fits him well! As if…as if he was meant to wear his colours alone.

…As if he was meant to be Mobei Jun’s.

The thought made Mobei Jun shiver, his stare intensifying.

Shang Qinghua, still trying to figure out where exactly in the nine layers of hell he had ended up, looked up—and locked eyes with the prince.

“Oh,” he whimpered, shrinking into himself at the very tall, tall man. “Oh no.”

‘What an oddly adorable man….pretty….’ The prince couldn’t help but admire him as he found himself in front of the shorter man.

He ignored the gasps around him, his attention, fully focused on this fascinating man.

Mobei Jun, intrigued, strode forward. “Who are you?”

Shang Qinghua’s brain short-circuited. He could not–could not let Shen Yuan or Shen Jiu or worse–Shen Qingqiu, recognize him!

“I—” he blurted, “—am Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky.”

Shang Qinghua despaired–of course he was dumb enough to share his author name to the other! Dumb, dumb, dumb!

Mobei Jun frowned.

‘A strange name from an equally strange man. Why is it that long? Even nobles don't have such a long name. Even I don’t have a long name like that.’

“…Your name is Airplane?”

Shang Qinghua internally screamed. “Yes.”

Mobei Jun, for some reason, seemed even more interested in this odd man who seemed to remind him of his pet hamster in his childhood.

He was small, pretty, and adorable. Mobei Jun, for the first time in his life, found something he truly wanted. (That is, after all those years of being sad at the loss of his dearest Mother and his hamster. Those were his only dear ones, really.)

“Dance with me.” He all but demanded the nervous shorter man.

“What?! Me?! I can't dance!”

“Dance with me.”

“O-okay!”

Shang Qinghua didn’t have a single graceful bone in his body, but he wasn’t about to die in front of an entire royal court. So he let Mobei Jun pull him onto the dance floor, where he stepped on the prince’s foot exactly three times, wincing fearfully, as if expecting to be punished for it or scolded.

Mobei Jun didn’t let go.

This was bad. The prince was his type.

And because the prince was actually… kind of nice? Not to mention, kind and hot. And Shang Qinghua had never been the main character before, never been with a guy like this, never held hands like this.

He had never even been with a guy before, as he died a lonely, virgin man who never even got to experience dating someone, or even being loved or falling in love.

Instead, he wrote a story where his perfect man, his ideal man exists, which was in the story of PIDW– and in this weird Cinderalla AU, said man exists in it too!

Shang Qinghua could never believe his luck! And he gets to dance with him, even if he was horrible at it and even if he was a nervous ball of jittery mess.

But he knew, he could never be with this man. He was ugly, and he was just the hated bastard of the Shen family. He had no power–nothing to his name, nothing to offer other than his,say, intellect that paled in comparison with the Shens….there was no way the prince would look his way, so really, despite his pleasure at being able to get a closer look at this enchanting and beautiful man, it was an unreachable dream.

Just as he was pondering over this, he felt an intense gaze on him.

Then, across the ballroom, he saw Shen Jiu staring at him, eyes narrowing in suspicion, as was Shen Yuan–not in recognition yet, as they were likely trying to figure out who he is still.

“Shit.”

“What?” Mobei Jun asked.

“I-I gotta go!”

“No.”

Mobei Jun tightened his grip on both the hand that he held, and his hand that rested on Airplane's waist as the other struggled to leave.

“I really must go! Sorry, not sorry, My King!”

And just like that, with a sudden burst of strength, Shang Qinghua bolted.

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Mobei Jun was irritated.

No one had ever run away from him before.

…Unless, well, you counted all those times that he chased people off his castle, nobles be damned–they were too annoying and all of them scheme too much.

He can practically smell their filthy plans from more than a mile away.

Let it be said that he was never the type of prince that women dreamed of. He was charming, but never friendly. He was polite, but never warm. He was always cold and politely stiff with everyone, and never trusted them.

Everyone is suspicious to him–unless they were Shen Jiu, the Prime Minister Shen's son–who was at least open about what he wants whenever he conducted a business with Mobei Jun, or whenever he wanted a deal made, even if he was sly and liked to scheme just to get what he wants.

(He was still under investigation, of course. Mobei Jun would be a fool to fully ignore a possible threat.)

The next morning, when his guards brought him a shoe they found on the steps, he barely spared it a glance before ordering them to search the entire kingdom.

They are to look for him, even if it takes a long time.

He wasn’t looking for a shoe’s owner.

He was looking for Airplane.

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Meanwhile, Shang Qinghua had just finished scrubbing the floor when the front doors slammed open.

A line of royal guards stepped in, led by none other than Crown Prince Mobei Jun himself.

Shang Qinghua choked:both from shock at seeing them and mild outrage at the fact that–

“I just cleaned the floors! Stop! Noo! Don't step in any further!”

He shrieked, but alas, he was ignored–and now his beautiful, newly cleaned floors, was now sullied by boot prints caked with dirt and mud. Shang Qinghua groaned, watching in despair as his hard work went to waste.

(It's been a month since he last saw the handsome prince–he was still infuriatingly good looking, it was unfair!)

Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan, perfectly dressed as always–they came down the second floor after hearing the commotion.

Shen Qingqiu, their bastard father, immediately stepped forward.

“Your Highness, the Crown Prince,” Shen Qingqiu said, smiling. “You’re looking for—”

Mobei Jun ignored him and walked right past him to get to a certain hamster, leaving him gobsmacked Prime Minister.

“Airplane.”

Shen Yuan felt his brows shot upwards at the name, as did Shen Jiu: both of them turned to look at Shang Qinghua.

Shang Qinghua, himself, swore his soul left his body.

“Ahahaha, never heard of him!” He nervously exclaimed, stepping back and away from the tall prince. His ‘father’ was quick to step in between them, from behind Shang Qinghua, smiling.

“As my son had said, there is no one matching the description. Perhaps you mistook the…pretty gentlemen that you met, for my son? It is understandable, my son has similar features as the gentleman from last night.”

Shang Qinghua sweated cold sweat as he felt Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu glaring at him, and he trembled in his shoes.

Mobei Jun raised an eyebrow. “You left your shoe.”

“That could be anyone’s shoe.”

Mobei Jun took one step forward, looming over him.

“Put it on.”

Shang Qinghua looked around for an escape. “Listen, do we have to—”

Mobei Jun bent down and, without a word, grabbed onto the current one that Shang Qinghua was wearing–who yelped in surprise at the action and the fact that the prince took it upon himself to do it–then threw the sorry excuse of a shoe over his shoulder, only to replace it with the glass one, and slid the shoe onto his foot.

The entire room went silent.

Shen Yuan gawked. Shen Jiu sighed and muttered, “Finally, some peace.”

While Shen Qingqiu made an outraged growl and some protests.

"Your Highness, that is impossible! He is not–he will not be–!"

"I decide what I will, or won't do. Who are you to order the Crown Prince around? Guards–seize the criminal."

"Your Highness?! What did I do?!" Shen Qingqiu wailed and protested.

"My dearest subjects, Shen Jiu and Shen Yuan have reported to me about your nefarious plans and lecherous motives towards your own son, Shang Qinghua. As well as the selling of your kingdom's national secrets to it's enemies–for that, you are to be executed tonight."

"Your Highness! It's all a lie! I was framed! Please!"

Mobei Jun ignored him as the now ex- Prime Minister was dragged kicking and screaming away from the Shen Manor.

Strangely enough, Shen Jiu had a glint of cold satisfaction in his eyes, and Shen Yuan looked relieved.

Mobei Jun straightened, turning to Shang Qinghua. “You’re coming with me.”

“Wait, wait, wait—”

But Mobei Jun had already picked him up, carrying him out of the mansion like a sack of rice.

Shang Qinghua, flailing, groaned. “This is not how it’s supposed to go!”

Mobei Jun hummed. “I disagree.”

“Put me down!”

“No.”

“Why are you even doing this?!”

Mobei Jun smirked. “I like you.”

Shang Qinghua stared at him.

Then, with all the dignity of a man who had just lost a battle he didn’t even know he was fighting, he groaned and let his head drop onto the prince’s shoulder.

“…Fine.”

Mobei Jun nodded, satisfied.

And just like that, they rode off into the sunset.

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Extra:

“You want me to what?”

Mobei Jun's eyebrows almost flew up to his hairline.

A snap of a fan against an open palm.

“Get rid of my Father. Clearly, he is suspicious; he is a slimy traitor, and must be apprehended.”

Shen Jiu calmly stated, walking around slowly in the meeting room.

“You would betray your Father? On what grounds? And pray tell, why would I willingly do such a thing?”

Mobei Jun, crossed his arms, leaning back against his plush chair as Shen Jiu circled back towards him.

“He has been sneaking around, leaking the secrets of the kingdom to its enemies. Surely, that should be enough,no? And if you wanted proof, then you have them resting before you on the table.”

“.....What is it that you seek to achieve by informing me of all these?”

“The deal will not be one-sided. You have been looking for a month, yet you still have not found your beloved mystery future consort. If you appoint me to be the Prime Minister by getting rid of my Father, I will get rid of all spies and enemies that you have– then I will tell you the identity of your beloved, as well as his location.”

Mobei Jun quickly stood up from his chair at that, slamming his palms on the table and sending papers flying. He glared at Shen Jiu, who evenly glared back at him, returning the challenge.

“Where.”

“Be at ease, Your Highness. I am not here to threaten you–”

“Stop dawdling and do not lie. Where is he?”

Snap!

"..."

Shen Jiu flicked his fan open with a loud snap, gazing at him with a calculating gaze, his sharp dark eyes searching him.

“....At the Shen Manor. Shang Qinghua...he is my half brother. Shen Yuan and I have worked hard for years to keep our lecherous Father's hands off of him, and any other slimy beings. If you plan to marry him, I demand that you will not hurt him. Shang Qinghua's mother had entrusted him to us, long before he met Father, and I will not betray her trust. A-Hua is…dense. He thinks we are bullying him, but we are, in fact, hiding him away from Father as much as we could. Father was…obsessed with A-Hua's mother, hence the reason he will act in the same way towards him. A-Yuan and I had to pretend that we're always bullying A-Hua, just to keep getting in Father's way. If….you plan to marry him, you must make sure my Father is executed before you wed A-Hua. He will attempt to ruin things if he is not executed.”

“....”

There was silence as Mobei Jun contemplated this. To be fair, he had thought that those rumours of the Shen Twins being terrible were true: he had never heard of Shang Qinghua, only that Prime Minister Shen Qingqiu had taken in a bastard that he had sired with a merchant's daughter after said daughter died, and did not pay attention to it anymore.

While it was normal for nobles to shun and bully any bastards that their fathers have, it was rumoured that the Shen Twins were even more cruel of their treatment towards the new addition to the family, so everyone somehow pitied the new sibling, even if he was a bastard.

…Now he knew, the Shen Twins were just being protective of their kin–even if said kin has only half of their blood–and were actually honourable. The two really were geniuses.

“...Very well. Your father will be arrested on the very same day I arrive at your doorstep, then executed in the evening.”

Shen Jiu grinned widely, fan lowered slightly.

“Excellent. A pleasure doing business with you, Your Highness, Crown Prince Mobei Jun~.”

Shen Jiu all but purred, pleased.

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Should I do another version with the roles reverse? 🤔

[chmaihuru]

I want to write a fanfic inserting 3 major characters (all chinese) but im having trouble creating their names, could somebody help me or send me tips? :(

[0vergrownruins]

The Crown Prince And The Young Master, Attended By Appointed Steward - circ. 43rd year of 7th Mobei Jun’s reign

Fanart for the lovely @tossawary’s fic, Babe in the Woods (one of my absolute favorite moshang fics, easily). This is post-fic, maybe a few years down the line, when Airplane has unknowingly taken over like, every management task in our Mobei Jun’s faction, including taking care of Didi, but he still thinks he’s just the nanny. Mbj’s father ordered a royal portrait of the princes and mbj was like um my human wife will be joining. Airplane, frantically putting on the nicest clothes mbj has given him: why does the babysitter have to be in the photo?? Didi does not hold still for even a single second of the portrait sitting.

(I cannot lie to you, I started this portrait well over a full year ago, and in the last week finally finished the lines and colored the whole thing.)

[tk-duveraun]

Luo Binghe is SO NORMAL about Shen Yuan

12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21 (here), 22

Read up through even numbered parts on Ao3

Alone, Luo Binghe approached the Great Northern Palace. Without the need to protect the Snow Leopard demons, it would be much easier to defeat any army Mobei-jun sent to stop him. Xin Mo was a burden on his back begging for blood and he wouldn't have minded feeding it on Linguang-jun's clan.

But strangely, the guards not only didn't stop Luo Binghe, they seemed to be expecting him. With his acute hearing, he heard whispers amongst the staff that "Little Mobei" had a death wish, allowing a Heavenly Demon in unchallenged. Others responded with comments about the unsuitability of his chosen consort and a lack of surprise.

The complete and utter lack of loyalty was disgusting.

When Luo Binghe entered the throne room he found the last surviving prince of the North, "Little Mobei," waiting for him. Standing at the side of the throne was none other than Shang Qinghua, draped in the regalia of Clan Mobei and wearing a crown that placed a sapphire carved with the Clan Mobei zuiyin on his forehead.

Luo Binghe almost wanted to laugh. His second instinct was to tear Shang Qinghua limb from limb for his part in the demon invasion at the Immortal Alliance Conference. But he settled on his third impulse, which was to ignore the human; he was Shen Yuan's best friend, after all.

Mobei-jun the Younger stood from his throne of ice and raised a frozen wall around his consort.

"Let's get this over with," was all the ice demon had to say before closing the distance with a step through the shadows.

The technique was fast, but Luo Binghe's vision and perception were better; he didn't struggle to raise Xin Mo in time to block the frozen sword that came at his left side.

Ice shattered again and again as Mobei-jun the Younger reforged his frozen blade. Even though Mobei-jun's demonic qi was strong and his powers clearly honed, he couldn't match the sheer force of Xin Mo in the hands of a Heavenly demon. They clashed across the hall, Mobei-jun moving through shadows and Luo Binghe closing the distance with qinggong.

Finally, the icy sword failed to re-materialize. Luo Binghe prepared to press his advantage, but, strangely, Mobei-jun the Younger just sighed in relief, rolling his eyes before falling to his knees.

"Fucking finally," the ice demon said.

Wary, Luo Binghe didn't lower Xin Mo. He had yet to meet a demon that wouldn't fight fang and claw to their last breath.

"I yield and pledge the loyalty of the North, blah blah, you can fill in the blanks."

Luo Binghe blinked. Opened his mouth. Closed it. "You…"

Mobei-jun then looked up with a waving of killing intent easily twice as powerful as anything he used during their fight. "If you touch my consort, I'll tear out your teeth one at a time via your asshole."

Luo Binghe squatted and used qi to pitch his voice so only Mobei-jun the Younger could hear him, "You're a transmigrator too, aren't you?"

Clear recognition flashed through Mobei-jun's eyes. "I'll still kill you if you touch Qinghua."

Luo Binghe rolled his eyes and straightened. "I'm not interested in Shang-shishu. Frankly, I don't know why you are when Shen Yuan exists in the world, but whatever. Less competition."

Next, Luo Binghe destroyed the wall of ice surrounding Shang Qinghua with a blast of demonic qi. Before he could even approach, Shang Qinghua dashed past him and slid the last few feet on his knees to reach Mobei-jun.

"My King! Your wounds! Let me see. Drink this. Here, I have an artifact of healing, that will help. Are you dizzy?" The human rattled off one question after another without pausing for breath.

Though Mobei-jun's face remained stoic and unmoving the demonic qi in the air around him radiated happiness. Disgusting.

Luo Binghe cleared his throat to regain their attention. "Do you even have the authority to pledge the loyalty of the North? Everyone else seems to think the real Mobei-jun is still alive."

Mobei-jun the Younger sneered.

Shang Qinghua actually answered the question, rattling off a long story about how the true king of the North was wiling away his sunset years in debauchery. The king was squirreled away in palace where the sun never shone and even when he got the news, his only reaction to things was to make Mobei-jun the Younger handle it, so they were firmly in the clear.

With a sharp gesture, Luo Binghe cut him off. "Call a servant."

Still on the floor of his throne room, Mobei-jun twisted his wrist.

A rabbit demon that only came up to Luo Binghe's knees scampered in. Though the demon looked more human than most furries, she still ran on all four limbs for speed. Her nose twitched as she stood awaiting orders.

"I want a bath. Hot. And have rooms prepared for me. Any royal suite will do for now. I expect fresh robes when I'm done bathing. Send for a tailor if you don't have one in residence. I require a wardrobe befitting my station."

The servant glanced at Mobei-jun for his approval. Though his expression didn't change, she seemed to get the confirmation she needed because she scampered off to follow Luo Binghe's orders.

Luo Binghe looked down at where Mobei-jun was still sprawled on the floor, his consort fawning over him like he'd almost died instead of conceding at the earliest opportunity.

"We have much to discuss."

Shang Qinghua squeaked. "O-of course, Shizi. Though, Shizi surely knows this consort would never bring harm to Shen Yuan! He's this one's sworn brother, not just martia-"

"Not you," Luo Binghe snarled with bared teeth. "You manage all of Cang Qiong, I expect it won't trouble Shishu to have a proposal for the formal transition of power arranged by tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?!"

Smiling nastily, Luo Binghe said, "Mobei and I have a great deal to talk about. You can have it by lunch."

Shang Qinghua whimpered. Mobei-jun, surely purposefully, groaned in pain and clutched his bleeding shoulder. Like clockwork, Shang Qinghua forgot his own troubles and returned to fussing over his husband.

Luo Binghe left them to it.

[fauvester]

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s): ✨🍀🍎🍩 svsss ocs?

OOOOH DAAAAA MOSHANG KIDDOS!

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

I like making fankids... my cringe fandom achilles heel... and it would be funny if they weren't like golden halo protags and were instead kind of cringe.

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

OH THE MONEYSHOT!

My hot take is that moshang would earnestly do their best to parent but have a lot of baggage that would make it challenging to emotionally connect with children (in addition to 2-3 very time consuming logistical jobs taking up their time.) They're definitely the best parents in SVSSS but the bar is in the Abyss. They love them, but they're not always the best at showing it in a way that they understand.

Oldest son and crown prince Xuejiao (proud, spoiled, inclined to be lazy, prone to crippling migraines that render him indisposed and a bitch) gets along best with Qinghua. Both of them collect palace gossip and like to micromanage; Qinghua gets back into writing and Xuejiao enjoys proofreading while lounging on his father's bed like he owns the place (not the smutty stuff, though, at least he's not supposed to read that.)

He and Mobei Jun have a respectful but distant relationship. I think deep down XJ has some shame that he isn't as proactive about preparing for and fighting for the throne as MBJ, but as a teen he doesn't want to enough to do something about it so he just avoids those feelings by avoiding his father. They're both very aloof and really need a sticky extrovert to bring them out of their shells..

Tiehan by all accounts should get along best with Qinghua because he's the BAAaAaAaAbY and he's small and smiley and very very talkative. But that's all superficial, and underneath that thin layer of cultivated silliness he's as mercenary and brutal as any demon. Mobei Jun is happy to have a child that jumps at the chance to go on hunting trips and put down minor rebellions with him (XJ is NOT leaving his chaise lounge to go OUTSIDE, THANK YOU.) He tramps around in muddy shoes and brings beasts into the palace. Qinghua feels a little guilty that he really can't stand to be around his youngest for more than an hour at a time.

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

Other than Various influences in the Northern court that initially conspired to try to poison the crown prince as a baby (those influences are no longer present, or living, and have been rendered unto a soup like homogenate) the closest thing either has to a nemesis is probably the head disciple of Bai Zhan Peak that Xuejiao was inflicted on. She's a jock and a bit of a bully but in her defense her new shidi (who she was NOT consulted on the admission of into her cohort) is arrogant, spoiled and completely disregards her authority. And she can't beat his ass too badly because Liu Qingge himself specifically brought him in to train (at Shang Qinghua's prostrated begging request)

It's always the lot of the Bai Zhan seniors to have beef with half demons, it's how things are done.

[forgottenvice]

Where the Sun Sleeps

Here's my fic for @moshanganthology Go check out the zine it's got so much good stuff in it

<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/49527919">Ao3</a>

Every day the sun would travel across the sky and every night it would disappear. Mobei-Jun, Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom, never gave it much thought. Until the month of his coronation when it failed to rise. The black sky is considered an ill omen, and if he is to take his rightful place upon the throne, he must find out why. His only lead comes from Shang Qinghua, a young man who claims he knows where the sun sleeps and promises to lead the prince there. As they set out on their adventure, it becomes clear that there is more to his guide than he first thought. Especially when everything seems just a bit brighter when Shang Qinghua smiles.

Mobei-Jun was destined to be King. 

He’d been born to the role, Crown Prince of the North since his first cry. His education had been directed accordingly, instruction in the art of politics, war, and defence of his kingdom from outside nations and traitors alike. 

His father taught him how to use his position as a weapon, emphasizing his status and control. 

Such lessons continued even after his Father’s death with new teachers; treachery and bitter experience. His uncle, Linguang-Jun, had taken over as regent and in doing so left the prince to pick his battles and bide his time. 

The late king’s brother had been lauded for stepping up, but it was clear to the young prince that the man had only done so to tighten his grip on power. Often citing Mobei-Jun’s youth and inexperience to deny him his place on the throne. 

But such a poor excuse was not to last past the prince’s twenty-first birthday, the day of his official coronation. 

A day that approached quickly. 

Mobei-Jun had been patient, and soon that patience would pay off. The planning had gone smoothly and there was an undercurrent of excitement running through the staff as the preparations began in earnest. 

It was to be a season-long affair, starting with an influx of visitors to the Capital. Travellers from far and wide would pour into the city: dignitaries, merchants and of course, the common people. All would join the celebrations until the day he was to take his birthright. 

The young prince had grown into a stoic man, holding his emotions close so they could not be used against him, but even he could not resist smiling with anticipation, everything was going to work out exactly as it was supposed to. 

Until it didn’t. 

The first day of celebration began as any other, Mobei-Jun’s first action of the day was to pull back his curtains and greet the sun, but when he did, only the cool starry sky of night met his salutation. 

Perhaps he was early, excitement pushing his awakening up by an hour or two, but when he found the castle staff in a panic, it was clear that that had not been the case. 

Dark days were not unheard of; poor weather, or smoke from summer fires had blocked out the sun on occasion, but even then it would shine a blood red behind the smoke and clouds. 

The starry sky was clear, pinpricks of light twinkling merrily as if the night was never meant to end. 

Servants were told to continue their duties, even while uncertainty stained every step. Mobei-Jun went immediately to consult the royal scholars. The astronomers had not predicted any such eclipse, but still they assured the prince the sun should return by the next morn. 

The opening ceremony continued as planned, and Mobei-Jun relayed the scholar’s predictions to his people, allowing the festivities to begin as if nothing was amiss. 

But when he greeted the second dawn of darkness, Mobei-Jun had a sinking feeling settle in his gut. One that the people seemed to share, more had gathered in the palace courtyard, not for revelry, but for answers. 

A tense uneasiness filled the city streets, tallow and pitch could act as remedy for a day, but what of longer?

The travellers flooding the capital switched from cheerful partygoers to fearful refugees, driven to worry without the daylight they had once taken for granted. A single question passed every set of lips. 

Where had the sun gone?

There were no good theories and even bringing scholars to face the crowd provided no reassurance. As the second sunless day rolled into a third, Mobei-Jun saw his fragile hope vanish alongside the missing sun. 

People had gathered on the palace grounds once again demanding answers. 

Mobei-Jun had none.

He stood above the crowd upon the palatial balcony, a place from which the Northern Kings had addressed their subjects for centuries, now it was only a vantage point from which to watch their faith in his leadership crumble. Fear and uncertainty were thrown into flickering relief by the lamps and torches amongst the crowd. 

He was to be King, but he was lost, feeling more like a scapegoat than a ruler. This was no foe to be conquered, no traitor to be hung, he was woefully unprepared to placate the turbulent crowd. 

Before he could conjure answers, his uncle appeared next to him with a mysterious robed figure. 

“Please listen.”

Linguang-Jun was a charismatic speaker in a way Mobei-Jun could never replicate. His voice projected over the crowd, silencing their complaints with camaraderie and a pull to hear his next words. 

“The sages have been consulted.” He then stepped to the side, letting the cloaked man face the people. 

“It is an ill omen to spend a day with black sky, and we have suffered three. The gods are angry, if we do not placate their wrath it will bring our lands to ruin.” The man looked pointedly at Mobei-Jun. 

The prince bristled, clenching his teeth and glaring at his uncle. Linguang-Jun had raised his hands to the crowd in a parody of comfort. 

“No one is more disappointed by this omen than myself, but perhaps in a few years the fates will show the crown prince favour once more. I shall continue on as regent until they do.”

His false sincerity had cold fury surging through Mobei-Jun’s veins. 

“We cannot ignore the signs nephew, this is the will of the gods,” Of course Linguan Jun was only a religious man when it suited him. 

“Unless you can personally bring back the sun, what else can be done?”

Silence had overtaken the crowd and Mobei-Jun could feel everything he’d worked for slipping from his grasp. 

“Then I’ll do it.”

Linguang-Jun frowned, but Mobei-Jun mirrored his actions, turning to the crowd. 

“I, Mobei-Jun, Crown Prince of the Northern Kingdom, vow to find the sun and return it to the sky.” Adrenaline chose his words, steeling his nerves as he challenged his uncle. 

“And I will do so before my coronation, to earn back the god’s favour and remove all doubts to my place as king.”

The words hung over the silent crowd as heavily as his intent, after a moment, his declaration was met with a raucous cheer, and he felt grimly satisfied at the way his uncle frowned. 

It was a short lived satisfaction. It took less than an hour to realize the flaw in his plan:

He had no idea where to start. 

He couldn’t guess as to why the sun had gone. Had he truly lost the god’s favour?

He’d never been particularly devout, but the prospect of losing the power he’d worked for hadn’t given him the chance to consider the feasibility of his quest. 

He’d consulted the scholars, the astronomers, and even the treacherous sages, but none had answers. The sickly sweet smile his uncle had given him when he’d left their consultation let him know that Linguang-Jun had reached the same conclusion. 

Mobei-Jun wandered the castle, his thoughts spiralling, grasping for impossible solutions as the darkness of the last few days began to suffocate him. 

His rumination was broken by a timid voice. 

“M-My King?” 

He stilled, turning to find an unfamiliar man at his side. 

The unassuming man fidgeted beneath his gaze, it was clear he did not belong in the palace—neither a servant nor guard, but too plainly dressed to be a visiting ambassador or dignitary. 

Mobei-Jun towered above most people, but the man seemed even shorter the way he was cowering. Most visitors were at least polite enough to gawk at royalty from a distance. 

“What are you doing here?” The man tensed, his shoulders rising as a guilty look crossed his face. He dropped to his knees prostrating. 

“Apologies, my King, apologies. This serva—”

“Prince.”

“What?” The man blinked at him owlishly, the expression made him look foolish. 

“I am no king yet, it is improper to address me as such.” He didn’t need to give his uncle more reason to condemn him. 

“Oh.” Dark eyes widened in understanding and the man stilled just long enough for Mobei-Jun to inspect him. His robes were plain, but the style was complex, a design unfamiliar to the prince. The colour was a muddy yellow, reflecting the torchlight in a way that still managed to make the dark hall seem brighter. 

“What are you doing here?” The man flinched under inspection, only remembering himself after a moment. 

“Right! I’m here about the sun!” He scrambled for words, “I-I know where it—where you can find it!”

That grabbed Mobei-Jun’s attention, he’d gotten nowhere with scholars and sages. 

“Tell me.”

“Well—I—uh,” 

Mobei-Jun watched him intently, but his patience wearing razor thin.

“Out with it.”

“There—THERE’S A CAVE! Yes, that’s it, a cave. Several weeks travel from here. It’s where the sun sleeps at night.”

“The sun…sleeps?” Mobei-Jun raised an eyebrow, he’d never considered what happened to the sun at night, he simply assumed it travelled somewhere beyond the horizon, beyond his kingdom, beyond his concern. 

Except now it very much was his concern. 

“Yes! Everything needs to sleep right? Even you my Kin—Prince! Even you, my prince!” It seemed like such a simple answer, Mobei-Jun was not sure the man could be trusted.

“You’ve seen it?”

The man nodded rapidly.

“It descends to the earth every night to sleep among the mountains.”

He eyed the cowering man trying to gauge a motive. His conviction was commendable; more powerful men had fled under the scrutiny of the Crown Prince. In the end that conviction, and his lack of options, convinced Mobei-Jun. 

“What is your name?”

“Shang Qinghua, my Ki—er my Prince.”

“Then Shang Qinghua, you will take me to this cave.”

Shang Qinghua’s head whipped up to meet the prince’s eyes, they seemed brighter than before, torchlight reflecting gold only for a moment. Then Shang Qinghua’s forehead was pressed to the ground once more. 

“Of course, my King.”

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[hiddenwashington]

+3 wanted connections under the cut!

[MOBEI-JUN || DYLAN WANG] is awaiting the arrival of their [OLDER HALF SIBLINGS]. If you happen to see them, they are around [VARIES] years old and look strikingly similar to [ANY FITTING FC] and happen to be from [SCUM VILLAIN’S SELF SAVING SYSTEM]. If you see them, you [DO] have to contact them. We hope they find them soon. [mobei-jun was the only son of his fathers second wife, and he and his older siblings were all in line for the throne. i’m honestly down for a lot of interpretations on their relationship, they could have been competing, one of them could have stepped down, but it ended with mobei-jun on the throne. where his siblings ended up is also p open ended, they could have died or just stuck around the northern kingdom, or even allied with linguang-jun to try and take out mobei-jun. hmu for more details!!].

[FENG XIN || XIAO ZHAN] is awaiting the arrival of their [OLDER BROTHERS]. If you happen to see them, they are around [LATE TWENTIES - EARLY THIRTIES] years old and look strikingly similar to [ANY FITTING FC] and happen to be from [HEAVEN OFFICIAL’S BLESSING]. If you see them, you [DO] have to contact them. We hope they find them soon. [feng xin was the youngest of three, a decent bit younger than his elder brothers. he was pretty content being the youngest son of a high ranking noble, as he wouldn’t need to take over any political responsibilities. he was very competitive with his brothers, and ended up being chosen to be the bodyguard for the crown prince at fourteen, after which he didn’t see them nearly as often. they died when xianle fell, not managing to escape in time when yong'an invaded].

[KRIYA DURA || FLORENCE PUGH] is awaiting the arrival of their [CRIME GANG]. If you happen to see them, they are around [VARIES] years old and look strikingly similar to [ANY FITTING FC] and happen to be from [STAR WARS]. If you see them, you [DO] have to contact them. We hope they find them soon. [this would have been a group of orphans on coruscant that kriya led when she ran from the orphanage. smugglers, bounty hunters, counterfeiters, you name it. just a bunch of feral kids doing crime that fell apart when kriya went missing and her best friend was killed].

[rarepears]

Twin Shens but all the peak lords can tell them apart at a glance because they all have working gaydar. Shen Yuan is the one with the Male Wife-energy, Shen Jiu is the one with Bitch Husband-energy.

And Airplane surprisingly gives off big Dick energy somehow...

Yeah, Cang Qiong is still wondering how that's possible, but it is what it is.

Airplane needs to have big dick energy or how else to explain why Mobei Jun keeps ending up in PIDW wife plots and this random cultivator in green and white is constantly around to oh so conveniently "rescue" him?! Mobei Jun is pretty sure that this is none other than a cultivators' piss poor attempt at demonic courtship, but he's reluctantly a little swayed by it...

[More in the #a shen twins au where shen yuan becomes the qing jing peak lord and shen jiu becomes an imperial tutor to the crown prince]

[melodemonica]

LOL to you burning through it super quick, and i'll just go into detail with the svsss bbys and try to be vague with the others for now since they're the ones you know

SVSSS

Shen Qingqiu - I have a few different vision ideas for him; to me he's either hydro (knows more than he should and he dedicates himself to treating binghe and his disciples well) electro (not conspicuous at all which makes him weird to outsiders) or dendro (for his insane knowledge of pidw) and for weapon i picture him as a catalyst and using his fan(s) to attack

Luo Binghe - Anemo (he got it when sqq was dead for a while) and i honestly picture him as having a claymore? like he could have a sword but i think out of any mxtx character he'd be the most likely to have a claymore

Shang Qinghua - Cryo (bc i think it's funny and also he fits the sorta contrarian theme of cryo vision holders, with him being an author and not knowing like anything of what is happening and also him being all pathetic despite basically being god)) his weapon is kinda tricky, but i'd say either sword or catalyst

Mobei-Jun - kinda hard but the closest i can say is geo? (even though ik his thing is ice he just doesn't really fit a cryo vision) he's a tricky one, and for weapon he's either a claymore or a melee catalyst bc while i think he has a sword i don't think he actually uses it much for combat? (that might just be me misrembering though)

MDZS

Wei Wuxian - Electro (stands out via skill and mischief + later outcasts himself via his cultivation) and bow (he's known to be great at archery and i felt a sword was too on the nose)

Lan Wangji - Geo (super determined and constantly seeks to improve himself also very stable) and sword (it suits him despite of or maybe because of its simplicity)

TGCF

Xie Lian - he's another hard one but id say either dendro (due to his large wealth of knowledge and ties to flowers) or cryo (once again cryo vision holders tend to be kinda contrary and what's more so than a former god and crown prince going scrap collecting and preferring to live in squallor) and for weapon i have to go swords since he is like the sword nerd

Hua Cheng - Pyro (clearly very passionate about his devotion to xie lian) and catalyst just because then he could attack with his butterflies (ik pyro butterflies are hu taos thing but she can share)

i technically have more thoughts but this is already rather long lol

hey do you wanna hear about what visions and weapons mxtx characters would have if they were genshin characters? (if not that's okie)

Yeah sure

[randomprose]

moshang drabble i did on twitter!

tags: royalty au, childhood friends to lovers, “don’t touch him. he’s mine.”

—

Mobei Jun was forced to attend the banquet. He didn’t want to but his father said it would be disrespectful to not show up for the crown prince’s birthday. So here is now tucked in a secluded balcony waiting for the night to end.

“This sucks,” a voice beside him says and Mobei Jun whips his head to come face to face with the crown prince himself. “So much for a party for me. Pbbbt.”

Was he not just seated at the seat of honor? How did he—how was he able to get past the king and queen and all the guards? 

“Oh, hey! I know you!” The crown prince perks up seeing as he’s sharing the balcony with someone else. “You’re from the Mobei clan right? Ahaha! Silly question! You clearly are with the insignia on your forehead. It’s very pretty by the way! Very cool!”

“Thank you, Your Highness.” 

With the way he looked sitting stone-faced at the throne earlier, Mobei Jun didn’t think the crowned prince could be this friendly.

“Hey.” Mobei Jun feels him nudge his shoulders. “Wanna ditch this boring party? I know a place we can hide. We can get cakes from the kitchens on the way! I promise we’ll go back before anyone finds out. Don’t wanna get us in trouble you know?”

He looks at the crown prince in wonder.

And, ah, it’s strange. Mobei Jun finds that he is helpless against that mischievous smile. And it’s not even because he’s the prince

The place turns out to be a secret garden in the innermost crevices of the palace. They eat their cake and talk. The prince is quite the chatterer.

Later, when they sneak back to the party with their guardians unaware that they have been gone, Mobei Jun thanks the crown prince properly with a low bow just like he is taught how to when in the presence of the crown.

“Ai! None of that ‘Your Highness’ stuff! Call me Qinghua! That’s my name. We’re friends after all!” He paused, looking unsure of himself. “I mean, if you want to that is. It’s okay if you don’t! I understand it can be weird. Mama—I mean, Her Majesty says I should not expect everyone to easily be comfortable around us. Whatever that means.”

Mobei Jun takes time to answer. Shang Qinghua takes this to mean he does not want to be friends.

“Oh, okay. I understand—”

“No. I mean,” Mobei Jun tries to explain and make a note to himself that the prince is not only a chatterbox but is prone to jump to conclusions. “I do want to be friends with His High—” Shang Qinghua frowns and Mobei Jun hastily corrects himself, “with Qinghua.”

Shang Qinghua smiles at him, radiant and wide and warm, and Mobei Jun, aged twelve, gets the feeling he’s a goner.

—

“Don’t touch him. He’s mine.” 

Mobei Jun whips around to find Shang Qinghua at the end of the hallway. His eyes trained on Mobei Jun’s uncle and the almost bruising grip he has on Mobei Jun. There is an air of silent cold fury about him as he sees Mobei Jun backed to a corner.

“Your Highness,” Linguang Jun greets cooly, unhanding Mobei Jun and slowly dropping in a bow. A mockery instead of respect. “I was just telling my nephew here how—”

“I don’t care for your excuses, Linguang Jun. I’ve seen enough,” Shang Qinghua said, low and angry. For someone who Mobei Jun knows to be a soft-hearted and often whiny fumbling disposition, Shang Qinghua currently radiates the piercing aura of a crown prince he really is. “Don’t let me see you here or ever near Mobei Jun ever again or you’ll find yourself thrown out of this court. For good.”

“But of course, Your Highness. My apologies for—”

“Scram!” 

Linguang Jun doesn’t bother trying to dissuade Shang Qinghua’s anger. He just smiles and bows out, sending Mobei Jun one last cold glare out of the corner of his eyes.

When his uncle is fully out of the picture, gone is the cold fury radiating off of him just mere moments before. Shang Qinghua reverts back to his usual endearingly fumbling self, at least around Mobei Jun.

“I’m sorry!” He immediately says. His ears have gone red and Mobei Jun watches the color travel to his face and down to his neck. How cute. “I-I didn’t mean to treat you like—I didn’t mean to make you sound like…like property! You’re not! Of course, you’re not! You’re your own person! I was just—in the heat of the moment, I—I didn’t mean to! I’m so so—”

“No, you’re right. I am yours,” Mobei Jun says, deciding to take pity on him. He holds up a hand when Shang Qinghua opens his mouth to protest once more. Ah, his Qinghua has always been such a silly man quick to jump to conclusions. “Not because my family is a vassal of the crown but because it’s the truth. I simply have been yours since the moment you took my hand on that banquet of your thirteenth birthday.”

“W-what?”

“I’m saying, Your Highness,” Mobei Jun chuckles as Shang Qinghua frowns and rolls his eyes at the teasing. He always did hate it whenever Mobei Jun calls him by his title. “That after all these years, I think you should finally take a hint,” he crowds on Shang Qinghua, loving for the lithe crown prince doesn’t shirk away from him but arches against him instead, pushing their bodies together, “and just officially make me yours.”

“How presumptuous of you, Mobei Jun,” Shang Qinghua teases back but still ending up winding his arms over Mobei Jun’s neck. “I could have you tried for your impertinence—and for taking such liberties with your prince. Just where do you think your hand is resting, hmm?”

Mobei Jun chuckles, not removing his hand on Shang Qinghua's ass

“But you wouldn’t.”

“I wouldn’t.”

And Shang Qinghua leans up to finally, finally, kiss Mobei Jun. 

[ao3 | twt | buy me a ko-fi // more fics]

[lesyah]

pairing: moshang

wc: 16k

tags: royal au, sqh is the prince and mbj is his bodyguard, angst with a happy ending, sexual content

rating: explicit

summary:

“I have been patient in waiting for an heir,” Shang Qinghua's father said. “And I would be content to wait longer, if that is what it took for you to find someone you wanted. But I cannot be patient for this. You will marry Wei Changying.”

_____

Shang Qinghua is the crown prince, Mobei Jun is his bodyguard, and he is not subtle in his efforts to thwart all courtship meetings between Shang Qinghua and his suitors. However, when tensions rise with the North, Mobei Jun's efforts are no longer enough. Shang Qinghua will marry and it will not be to Mobei Jun.

[vroomian]

can we get more of oc-jun?

you'd think that, because both oc-jun and mobei jun are demons of very few words, that no one would know the difference. That is very, very untrue! it's diffrent flavors of quiet - mobei-jun was angry, disdainful, and arrogant person who felt no need to speak outside of barking orders. (like, i like the character but.... i call em like i see em lol. hes not a good dude!)

oc-jun, on the other hand, has very introspective view on the world. what little temper he has is so slow it's non-existent. he meditates on his emotions a lot, but he also forgets the bigger picture sometimes. he doesn't behave like a young, spoiled demon lord at all! he's cautious and careful, and he prefers diplomacy. it almost gets him disinherited! but he focused on the actual tricky part of the ruling (aka the people) and improved the north through careful management and trade routes. once people get a taste of easy living, its impossible to make them go back to what they knew before - even demons.

so while, some advisors would want to replace him for being 'weak', most of them would be like '...maybe not'. the smarter demons realize that oc-jun would be a really good king. and it's not like he's weak - he's got the same power as mobeijun. he just doesn't act... very demonlike with it? so it's weird, but he's good at the crown prince thing and he can crush anyone who tries to go against him. so. win-win!

(maybe they'll actually be advisors to a king, not a tyrant! that would be nice!)

like i was thinking about a life in a kingdom where the weak could die at any moment -- and i think if there was a place that wasn't true, the weak would sacrifice a lot to get there. and that means the power of the north begins to grow

[vodkassassin]

Mobei Jun POV because people keep asking for him lol ;3

—

Shang Qinghua does not make an appearance at this morning’s war room council.

It really should not make that much of a difference. Mobei Jun should be able to manage the council himself, should be able to direct his generals without second guessing his own orders. He should be able to lead his own kingdom without the ever present aid of his right hand human advisor.

Except. Shang Qinghua does not make an appearance at this morning’s war room council, and nothing ends up getting done at all.

Mobei Jun dismisses the lot of them two hours early. The gathered generals and council members and network agents don’t look incredibly surprised — instead, they have the gall to look both relieved and concerned in equal measure, and Mobei Jun finds that he cannot even fault them for it.

The North has grown used to having Peak Lord Shang at its helm, always managing every faucet of it, and now it seems that not even a single council meeting can be attempted without Shang Qinghua’s input.

It should be insulting. It’s ridiculous, really, how Mobei Jun has become so reliant on a single person. It should be embarrassing. He should feel offended, ashamed, pathetic.

Mobei Jun can’t feel any of these things.

He was raised as the heir apparent of the Northern throne. The crown prince. He was taught the history of his kingdom, learned its politics and rituals and government. It was his birthright. He knows how to run a kingdom.

Or, at least, he knows how to run a kingdom the way that his father and the kings before him would have.

The kingdom is prospering now, however, and it has nothing to do with how his predecessor would have ruled it.

Because Mobei Jun had also spent a good half of his life with Shang Qinghua beside him. With Shang Qinghua giving intelligence and advice and then, steadily growing bolder and more comfortable, just taking over this task or that so that Mobei Jun would not need to trouble himself.

And the North flourished.

Mobei Jun may be the king. He may be the one that sits on the throne and has the final say. He may be the one that the rest of the world and the realms credit for his homeland’s current prosperity. But there isn’t a single citizen in the North, Mobei Jun foremost, that does not know who truly rules this kingdom.

The gathered demons troop out of the hall without a single complaint, all in agreement that they should instead meet up at a later time. That being a time when Lord Shang is more available is unspoken but understood by everyone present.

Mobei Jun steps down from his throne and leaves through a door behind it, his cloak sweeping behind him as he makes his way down the hidden back hall that leads toward his royal wing.

His father used to live in that room, before he’d died. His mother had lived in this one. Mobei Jun’s own quarters he passes by similarly, before coming to a stop before a set of doors near the other end of the hall, more toward where the corridor meets with the rest of the palace.

He’d wanted to situate the suite closer to his own, and subsequently the throne — for reasons pertaining to safety, of course — but Shang Qinghua had argued extensively until Mobei Jun gave in.

He always gave in.

Truly, Mobei Jun is weak.

The two guards standing outside the door salute him, silent as the grave, and he eyes them both with a sharp glance. Their presence here makes it clear that what he seeks is beyond those doors. Neither of them speak, not even to greet him as he stands there, and it makes Mobei Jun suspicious.

He is quiet, thusly, as he pushes the doors open and steps into the room.

He surveys the suite, eyes roving over each space. The foreroom is empty and still. The bedchamber just beyond its open doorway to the right is similarly devoid of life. As is the kitchen and dining area.

Mobei Jun pulls the door closed behind him as he steps further into the suite, careful to make sure that it does not make a sound as it shuts. He walks past the foreroom and enters into the office, eyes immediately zeroing in on the person he has been searching for.

Of course.

Shang Qinghua is folded over his desk, face pillowed into his arms, breathing steadily and quietly. He’s fallen asleep over a half finished document, the ink not even dried and therefore making a mess of his sleeves. Papers and scrolls are scattered across the desk around him, a tall stack of finished work sitting precariously to his left.

Mobei Jun steps over to stare down at him in silence. Shang Qinghua is dead to the world, a soft and barely audible snore escaping him as he turns his head to the side. There’s a smear of ink across one cheek which contrasts lightly with the dark smudges beneath his eyes that are not made of ink.

His small movement causes the tower of papers to sway. Mobei Jun reaches out and lifts the top half of it away, settling it down on the table beside it. He does this again so that there are three stacks of paper, instead. They take up more space on the desk, but pose far les of a risk of falling over and making a mess. Or toppling onto the sleeping peek lord.

A soft, incomprehensible hum tumbles from Shang Qinghua’s lips, and Mobei Jun reaches out to run a thumb over the ink on his cheek. It’s still damp, smearing across the skin, and comes off onto his fingers.

Catching himself, Mobei Jun withdraws his hand. He stoops down and gathers the man into his arms, lifting Shang Qinghua up until he rests snugly against Mobei Jun’s chest.

He stands there for a moment, gaze riveted on the sleeping face. Shang Qinghua turns his head into his collar and breathes out a puff of warm air that tickles Mobei Jun’s exposed collarbone.

He takes in a careful breath, and makes his way out of the office, carrying Shang Qinghua across the suite and over to the bedroom.

It’s odd, having Shang Qinghua in his arms like this. He fits so neatly, small but firm. Comfortable. Mobei Jun has, before now, only ever held him like this when he was injured or unconscious. To have the peak lord here in his arms without a sense of urgency pushing him forward and not letting him enjoy it is startlingly different.

He steps up to the bed and leans back, carefully balancing Shang Qinghua against his chest with one arm braced around him. He uses his now freed arm to grab the corner of the covers and peel them back.

With a space open in the bed, now, Mobei Jun readjusts his hold and settles his armful of cultivator onto the mattress. Holding Shang Qinghua upright for a moment, he slides off the ink-stained outer robe and then lowers the man down onto the pillow.

The peak lord immediately turns onto his side when he comes into contact with the soft sheets, reaching out an arm to throw over the pillow as if to hug it to himself. He falls still, and lets out a quiet sigh.

Mobei Jun watches him for a moment, feeling a sense of calm come over him. He folds the outer robe and sets it aside, then reaches down and gets to work at sliding off the slumbering peak lord’s boots. One after the other, and in the process the left leg of Shang Qinghua’s pants slides up to reveal the smooth skin of his calf.

Mobei Jun pauses. The boot held in his hand slips from his grip and lands on the floor with a dull thud, and his eyes snap up to Shang Qinghua’s face without his meaning to.

The man lets out a murmur, taking in a slow breath only to release it in a quiet sigh. He turns his head to nuzzle it into the pillow, and then is silent.

Mobei Jun stares at him for a few lingering moments, taking in the way that his hair has come undone ever-so slightly, to spread across the pillow in a gentle wave. Once he’s certain that the man has indeed not woken, he slowly turns back to the bare, unclothed leg that sits before him.

It’s just a leg. Nothing interesting. Or, that would be the case, surely, if it was not Shang Qinghua’s leg and, in addition, covered in sprawling, artful images.

The first thing that Mobei Jun notices are the scales. Winding with intricate detail, each individual one almost glimmers up at him with real life breathing from them, set into each other tiny and overlapping by the dozens to make up the entirety of the serpentine dragon that coils around Shang Qinghua’s leg. They’re gossamer and a lovely blue that reminds Mobei Jun comfortingly of ice and sapphires. The lower half of the creature’s body disappears up into Shang Qinghua’s pant leg, the dragon’s head curled to bite its jaw around the peak lord’s calf. It’s clawed talons are buried in a sea of lilac gentians that covers the entirety of the ankle, rising up to gently caress the body of the beast and grace the rest of Shang Qinghua’s leg with bursts of violets and blues.

It’s beautiful. Done by the hand of a master artist, clearly. The details are so incredible and lifelike that it’s almost as if he can just reach out and touch them. Feel the sleek, cold scales of the dragon under his palm, the petals of the flowers brushing against his fingers like the beat of butterfly wings.

All he feels is heated, smooth skin.

Mobei Jun snatches his hand back, face uncomfortably warm. Quickly, he crouches down to retrieve the errant boot and turns away to set the pair neatly on the footstool at the end of the bed.

Very consciously, he does not look down again at Shang Qinghua’s leg when he turns back, and instead reaches out to grab the edge of the bedsheets in his hand. He carefully tosses them over the slumbering peak lord, covering him completely up to his neck.

Mobei Jun stares down at the man, who lies pliantly and snug, face smoothed out in dreamless peace. The ever-present tenseness to his brow in his waking moments is conspicuously absent, and it makes Shang Qinghua look ever-softer in his sleep.

Mobei Jun is suddenly overcome with the wish that he had the ability to do for this man what a good sleep can. That he could, somehow, take away the constant stress that Shang Qinghua piles upon his own shoulders. That Mobei Jun could manage, himself, to ease the burden of his many duties and ensure that Shang Qinghua can feel at peace like he is now, where he can be awake to actually experience it.

Mobei Jun pivots on his heel, turning his back on the peaceful and comfortable and overly inviting scene that a sleeping Shang Qinghua presents.

There exists a tightness in his throat that he will need to leave the room to clear, least the noise cause the peak lord to wake. That won’t do — Shang Qinghua has foregone sleep too many nights in a row already. He needs this.

Mobei Jun wishes that the man could need him, for once, instead.

He walks forward and pushes his way out of the room, making sure to close the door quietly behind him. Both the guards that stand outside of it eye him from the visors of their helmets, but neither say a word. Good.

If they had made even a peep, Mobei Jun isn’t sure he wouldn’t just haul back and hand them their lives. He is tense enough for it and he knows himself. Which won’t do, clearly, as it might wake Shang Qinghua.

Mobei Jun stalks down the hall, feeling tense. Too bad that Bai Zhan peak lord hasn’t come to visit alongside Shang Qinghua. This king could really use a good battle, right now.

[forgottenvice]

Feathers in a Storm - Ch 6

Ao3

From the beginning

Xiao Gongzhu was getting impatient, even more than usual. Her last letter to Shang Qinghua had been none too subtle about its threats. Despite his attempts to appease her, she didn't care for the political groundwork he tried so hard to lay for Mobei Jun to actually reach the position of king. One that wouldn’t be ripped away in an instant. 

What was the point in securing an engagement with a crown prince if the man was ousted before he was able to be crowned? She seemed obsessed with the idea of being queen while being completely oblivious to how complicated the situation truly was. 

He’d been playing the log game, digging up dirt on council members and writing letters so the prince could use it. Once he started earning the prince’s confidence, he began hinting at a benefactor, trying to build up the witch’s esteem in Mobei Jun’s eyes. He hated himself for giving her any credit, spying was hard work and he was doing it alone without a network. But as long as she was dangling his humanity above him like a prize he’d swallow his pride and do it. 

Thankfully nobody was discrete around birds, they never expected the raven to be listening in on them so gathering his intel had been relatively easy. Blackmail, bribes and deals, bit by bit, courtier by courtier, Shang Qinghua was turning the council to Mobei Jun’s side. 

There were a few holdovers, members who’s loyalty to Linguang Jun wouldn’t falter. They were too deep in the man’s pockets to switch sides. But Shang Qinghua didn’t need to turn all of them, just the most influential. The last man he needed to turn wasn’t even one of them.

Duke Sha held one of the north’s largest regiments. His military support was integral to maintaining the throne. He’d remained carefully neutral in regards to the next king but he was partial to Mobei jun, gaining his favour shouldn’t have been difficult. 

Except he had a condition, only one. Only it was one Shang Qinghua couldn’t even let Mobei Jun consider if he wanted a chance to keep his humanity intact. Duke Sha had a daughter, one he wanted to marry the crown prince, which for obvious reasons would spoil Shang Qinghua’s mission.

It did help that the daughter in question was Sha Hualing, the rookery master more interested in her vile crows than ruling a nation. She and her father were not often seen together, apparently her hobby was taken up partially because the duke appeared to have a phobia of the feathered variety. 

So Shang Qinghua was at an impasse, Sha Hualing would be a terrible choice for Mobei Jun, and Xiao Gongzhu would probably do something unimaginable if she were to find out that her precious prince was engaged to someone else. 

He’d dug through the duke’s connections for any way to bribe or blackmail the man, but with the council vote coming up there was nothing he could do within the time he had. There was really only one option. 

Kill the man.  Rest on Ao3

[albeeno-rheeno78]

Psssst check out this spicy moshang fic my friend wrote that is very good and very spicy

Heart Like Melting Snow

Author: cosmicclutter

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/30844952/chapters/76149887?view_adult=true

Summary:

Shang Qinghua has been hired to make the crown prince of the northern desert fall in love with him before he kills him. But now that it's time to complete the mission, will he really be able to kill the stoic sub he's been caring for all this time...?

Tags:

Alternate universe - Assassins & Hitmen, BDSM, Dom Shang Qinghua, Sub Mobei Jun, Smut and Fluff, and the tiniest bit of angst, Safeword use, Alternate universe - no transmigration, sexual roleplay, consensual dubcon