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svsss-fanon-exposed · 9 months

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Exposing SVSSS Fanon: 16/∞

LUO BINGHE HAS A "STEREOTYPICALLY MASCULINE" APPEARANCE

Rating: FANON - CONFLICTING

In fanworks, Luo Binghe is often portrayed as particularly muscular and buff, broad-shouldered, often with tanned skin and sharply-defined features-- all traits that are considered to be stereotypically masculine in the west.

All of this directly contradicts his canonical description.

Necessary disclaimer: I'm not talking against depicting Luo Binghe with a naturally darker skin tone. While that still contradicts the canonical description, I can understand going against colorism (something very rampant in east asian beauty standards!) in fanworks. This sort of discussion is particularly toward those who portray him as fair-skinned on Qing Jing Peak, darker skinned after the abyss, hence "tanned." While this sort of thing might have issues of its own, that's also not the topic of this post, and as a light-skinned Asian person, I don't feel particularly qualified to talk about it.

In truth, deep down, Bing-ge’s fair and clean pretty-boy type didn’t really suit the tastes of “Great Master” Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky.... The art of growing stallions was grounded in science, and the research was clear: women preferred men who looked cultured, pretty, and even a bit soft and feminine. (7 Seas, Ch. 26)

The buff and bulky Luo Binghe often seen in fanworks is not what I would consider to be cultured, pretty, soft, and feminine.

Luo Binghe is described this way just before the conference:

A seventeen-year-old youth, slim and tall and graceful, dressed in white robes, lips turned upward in the hint of a smile, gazed at him with a pair of shining eyes. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

And again after his return:

The other party was a little taller than [Shen Qingqiu], slender and willowy, dressed in clothes as black as ink that exposed only a fair neck. (7 Seas, Ch. 7)

And a description of his hands later on:

That hand was slender and unadorned. It didn’t look like the hand of a young lord of the demon race who had already taken countless lives, but rather one whose master had been born to pluck strings, his hand to burn incense and bathe in snow. (7 Seas, Ch. 14)

Consistantly, Luo Binghe is depicted this way-- slender and refined, with fair skin and a softness to his appearance that contradicts his actions.

Furthermore, Luo Binghe is also described as looking very similar to his mother:

Luo Binghe was beautiful, and he looked quite like his birth mother. (7 Seas, Ch. 4)

and

Yue Qingyuan’s knuckles slowly brushed along Xuan Su’s hilt. “I was able to meet Senior Su Xiyan once at an Immortal Alliance Conference, many years ago. Luo Binghe’s appearance is seven-tenths identical to his mother’s. (7 Seas, Ch. 18)

As for Su Xiyan's appearance, not much is directly stated-- it can be inferred that she likewise looked quite similar to Luo Binghe, but the only description of her physical appearance that we have is found here:

Even if she wasn’t burly and heavyset, she should at least look like a martial arts master with fierce and ferocious eyes. For all that, when he finally met the culprit behind Tianlang-Jun’s bout of philosophical soul-searching, which had tormented Zhuzhi-Lang for many days, he realized that the culprit in question was not quite like what he’d envisioned... ... Just as these two tourists were standing penniless in the street, a tall woman dressed in black strolled by, sword on her back. (7 Seas, Ch. 25)

The only positive descriptor here is that she is tall, but it can also be implied that she does not have the appearance of a martial arts master, and did not look as fierce and ferocious as Zhuzhi-lang expected, especially in terms of her eyes. However, she is described as a cold person-- whether or not that carried over into her appearance, though, is up for debate.

Su Xiyan's eyes are another matter for discussion--

In appearance, Luo Binghe resembled his mother Su Xiyan, but you could more or less see the shadow of his father in him. For example, in the eyes. Tianlang-Jun’s eyes were deep-set, his brow strong and heroic, the irises dark like fathomless water. In this, he and Luo Binghe were very much alike. Luo Binghe had a pretty boy appearance in the first place, but if his eyes had resembled his mother’s too, his face would have been excessively feminine and the effect would be lost. (7 Seas, Ch. 15)

Here, specifically, Luo Binghe is noted as having his father's strong brow and deep-set eyes, as opposed to his mothers, which based on this passage were most likely to be round, soft, and "feminine"-looking. It's also interesting to see that if not for having his father's eyes, Luo Binghe's features would be "excessively feminine," therefore implying that the softer look applies to all parts of his face except for his eyes and brows.

(thanks to @furbygoblinxiv , @bijoumikhawal for bringing up this point)

So, Luo Binghe is a lithe and petite pretty-boy. Nonetheless, he is still notably muscular. Specifically with a surprising amount of lean muscle-- something that Shen Qingqiu actually remarks on:

Luo Binghe was on top, and Shen Qingqiu was on the bottom, so he was smushed under a considerable weight and almost unable to draw another breath. What had this child been eating?! He looked quite slim, so how was he this heavy?! ... A person’s abdomen is supposed to be the softest spot on their body, but Luo Binghe’s was uncomfortably hard against Shen Qingqiu’s stomach. The farther down he pulled him, the more he was sure that Luo Binghe had an eight-pack. Was that a rock slab down there? (7 Seas, Ch. 16)

(thanks to @verycharismaticdragon for bringing up this point)

As for where the fan depiction of buff, tanned, "hyper-masculine" Luo Binghe may have originated?

I'm not certain where the first such depiction came from, but as for the logic behind it, such phenomena could be explained as thinking of Luo Binghe, the stallion protagonist, as having an "ideal masculine" appearance.

For western audiences and beauty standards, this would certainly be that same sort of muscular, tall, with tanned skin and defined features. Naturally, when first thinking of what a "stereotype of an ideal man" would look like, these traits would come to mind to a western audience.

It is a bit different in eastern standards. While muscular appearances can still be favored, lean muscle is vastly, vastly preferred over bulky muscle, and fair skin, which represents elegance and status (as those with fair skin tones are perceived as those who are wealthy, and do not need to work outdoors) is preferred over tanned skin. This is, of course, a generalization-- but as a representation of ideal masculinity, Luo Binghe's appearance would also be a generalization.

Particularly, Luo Binghe's figure and appearance is described not as those favored by men for themselves, but as those favored aesthetically by women. Therefore, that gentle, refined appearance is a must.

While western vs eastern beauty standards may play a role in this, it is also possible that western vs eastern character design standards may also be coming into play. While in eastern character design, things such as color and style of clothing and hair play a very large role in creating visual contrast, in terms of western designs, body shape and style, along with hair shape and style, seem to be far more important, with the idea that a character should be recognizable by silhouette alone. This may lead to western-trained artists, and also those who grew up watching primarily western cartoons, unconsciously applying those same standards to their own design-- such as making Luo Binghe broader-shouldered and with rounder shapes, the "heroic" type character design, in contrast to sharper, narrower shapes for Shen Qingqiu, the "villain" type character design.

(thanks to @gaywarcriminals , @mu-qingfang-stan-account , @temporoom for bringing up this explanation)

One additional possible reason would be the potential for heteronormative/"het-coding" standards being applied to a gay relationship, where the gong is being given more "traditionally masculine" features in order to align with gender roles. This is something that is fairly common in BL/MLM shipping and designs in general, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to think that it might apply in some fashion to Luo Binghe's fan-design as well (Note, this does not apply to actual fem/masc mlm pairs, because those do exist and it isn't always about heteronormativity. This is specifically referring to taking characters with roughly similar build like SQQ and LBH and making their designs distinctly more masc/fem based on who tops and who bottoms).

(thanks to @mysteryteacup and @gurggggleburgle for bringing this up)

As for the true source of these design elements, it probably cannot be narrowed down to just one-- rather, it would be an amalgamation of bits and pieces of all of the above, as well as the popularity and spread of certain designs throughout the fandom and artists taking inspiration from one another.

So often i've seen that Luo Binghe's bulk and muscles are shown as key traits of his physical appearance, despite the fact that this directly contradicts his actual depiction in the novel. Thus, it is inaccurate to depict him this way.

Luo Binghe's canonical body type and build is tall, slender, and willowy with lean musculature, and his features are soft and a bit effeminate. The best example I could give for reference would be to base his body type off of a pretty-boy type idol.

Of course, fanartists are perfectly free to continue drawing him however they please, but it should not be assumed that a Luo Binghe with bulky musculature, tanned skin, and sharp features is a canon-compliant depiction.

Luo Binghe is a pretty-boy.

#fanon exposed #conflicting #svsss #luo binghe #edited

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lacamorte · 2 months

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~ The White Lotus of Shuang Hua

Luo Binghe, being the Emperor of the united realms, has to congregate not only with the demonic aristocrats, but also the human ones. Seeking assurance that he did indeed unite the realms with good intentions, they urge LBH to take a spouse from among their own high-ranking families as a gesture of good will. At this point LBH has accepted that this will be another instance of the world throwing one pretty sister or another into his lap, and agrees to have a meeting with the female aristocrats.

When they arrive at the venue, LBH takes note of a group of very well-dressed young women in a courtyard, each holding fans of varying make in their delicate, manicured hands. In front of them is a lady wearing a lightly beaded weimao, who moves her fan between her fingers with remarkable skill, tapping it and flicking it with ease. She stood out for the simple design of her robes in comparison to the others who wore more ornate clothes — that, and the immense spiritual presence that she had. A cultivator, no doubt. She spoke clearly and sternly, sleeves gently swaying with her movements as she seemed to instruct the other ladies.

One look is all LBH needs to know that yes, this is the one he's here for.

She was quick to notice their approach, the bead strings of her weimao lightly clinking as she turned and raised her cupped hands to salute. The other women copied her example, but with not nearly as much elegance.

"This one greets the Emperor," one of the ladies spoke demurely, the others following suit in quiet murmurs.

Instead, LBH turns to the veiled woman, who after rising from her bow swiftly opened her fan in one smooth movement as if to cover her already veiled face, before pausing and lowering it as she realized the redundancy. LBH suppressed a wry smirk. A shy one, huh?

"Are these the flowers from which this lord is to make his selection?" He inquires politely, attempting to meet the lady's eyes from behind her veil. He catches a glimpse of pink lips before the fan is raised again.

"Merely buds as of yet, I'm afraid," her voice is very soft, a contrast to her earlier demeanor, as if speaking for him alone to hear with his demonic senses. Binghe notices the glint of a spiritual blade resting on her hip, almost hidden by her robes. Binghe's eyes glint with intrigue.

"The young mistresses await further inside, my lord," the aristocrat beside him explains. "If Junshang would follow this one—"

Binghe hums. "No need. I'll take this one."

Everyone seems to take a second to process his statement. Then, they collectively turned to the object of Binghe's attention — the lady in the weimao. The lady herself can only squeak in surprise.

The aristocrat startles, before laughing nervously. "Ah, Junshang, that is—the White Lotus of Shuang Hua is only temporarily in our employ, but—"

Ah, so she is a renown cultivator — and with a title, no less. Perhaps he'd spent too much time away from human society, to have not heard of her. "There is no need for further discussion. This lord has come to select a wife at your abode, and now I have." Then, he archs a brow imperiously. "Or are you refusing my choice?"

The man is sweating. "By no means, my lord! Rather, er, my lord seems to have misunderstood, Shen-xianshi is a ma—"

Master cultivator? Binghe scoffs. As if he hadn't already sensed the woman's immense spiritual presence. "Yes, I had noticed. It is of no concern to me." He waves a hand dismissively. "Send the other women home. Xianshi will be returning with me."

The aristocrat lights a candle in his heart in despair for his fellow men — especially for Shen-xianshi. Lord Luo, that's no sister you're taking as your wife — that's a man!!!

aka: LBH mistakes SY for a woman and says he'll take cultivator SY as spouse in compliance with a political arrangement. Not wanting to anger the demon emperor, the aristocrats quickly find a genderbending artifact for SY and send him off to join LBH's harem.

#mxtx svsss #shen qingqiu #svsss #bingqiu #shen yuan #bonus points if instead of an aristocrat its just sqh guiding lbh #luo bingge #binggeyuan #kind of #can you tell that i couldn't think of a town name for sy's title

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allpiesforourown · 8 days

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I know the iconic rumpled sheets fic made us unanimously agree years ago that shen yuan gets super sexy in the heat but lately there's been a very specific image in my head of role reversal disciple shen yuan perishing in the summer

Like imagine you are Luo binghe and shen yuans shizun... the boy already has no sense of propriety but on a hot day he's lounging around your house, wearing one layer that's barely opaque, he's flapping the fabric back and forth to cool himself down, showing off his bare chest every time he pulls it away

He puts up his pretty silky hair in a ponytail and you can see the back of his neck, shiny with perspiration, just waiting for you to taste it..

On top of that his face is flushed red, he's sweaty and his eyes are dazed, he's panting softly as he gazes up at you with his lips parted. He whines "shizun, please... it's so hot, I feel like I'm melting..."

He's begging his shizun to use one of the ice talismans, but last time you used them you found out they made the bamboo house too cold and shen yuan got sick. But he's still stubbornly pouting and looking at you through half lidded eyes going "shizun please, just this once, just for a little bit, I'll be okay..."

You give him some cold water and he holds the glass with both hands and moans as he drinks, completely ignoring some of the water spilling past his lips and down his chin, dripping onto his chest... then he groans and weakly pulls on you and says it's not enough, please.. and his robe falls off one shoulder and. Um.

Sorry yeah . Thinking about disciple shen yuan being needy for... for air conditioning..

#its 6 am #im normal. im normal so normal #svsss #shen yuan #i love shizun #role reversal au #?#the restraint binghe has ... could never be me

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hiroshiii13 · 6 months

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Head Disciple Binghe x Young Master SY #Bingqiu thoughts

Sometimes I think about Binghe that didn’t have to lose his parents. Didn’t have to go through the abyss and didn’t have to fight for the acknowledgment of his Shizun.

He’d be the darling of the demonic and cultivation world; doted upon in his younger years and a respected cultivator after his coming of age. He’d be self-assured, almost cocky, the way young masters who have never experienced being wronged are.

But Binghe would always have the skills to back it up, besides his innate talent, Su Xiyan, head of HHP, made sure that his son was grounded and hardworking. In fact, he commands HHP when his parents would up and travel for months at a time.

He’s forthright, which he learned from his mother, yet empathetic and charming, which he got from his romantic father.

I still think Bingqiu would be a thing. They meet as desk mates (borrowing this @/Gusu Lan arc) and wouldn’t hit it off at the start.

SY has always admired Binghe from the stories he’s heard from his older siblings. Binghe, the leader of the next generation. He looked forward to meeting him.

Imagine his surprise when the first day of his excursion led to sparring with said leader of the next generation and his humiliating utmost defeat in .005 seconds. He wanted to look cool in front of him but he can forego this embarrassment. It’s okay!!! This was expected from Binghe!!

But what was not okay was the harsh training at HHP. SY could not help but feel a little resentful towards BH. He was the third son in a merchant family. His family’s cultivation was in refining pills and artifacts, you could say it’s 80% marketing and 20% refining even, so he had never done hard labor in his life!!

He almost regretted saying he would join HHP for the summer instead of joining another sect specializing in botany and alchemy, which was his specialization.

Binghe, as the head disciple in charge of training, provided a plan that was standard in his sect. While he does enjoy seeing this pretty gege scrunching his brows, pursing his lips, flushed like a tomato during drills, (Heh.) he does feel pity and gives him a little less reps.

But it’s in the study portions where SY shines. LBH is astounded with SY’s encyclopedic knowledge.

Reminiscent of the child-like wonder he experienced as TLJ told him stories before bedtime. Of monsters that can swallow suns and plants with roots so deeply in the earth that it shakes. He learns later on of course that these were mere exaggerations but at that time, as SY babbles on about plant no. 4892, he could not help but feel that same fascination.

Their relationship starts getting better. Binghe would pick his desk mates brain despite knowing (some) of the answers, the other would prattle on, patiently teaching.

From an outsiders point of view, LBH looked indulgent, a soft smile ever present on his face, while his deskmate would fan himself while explaining, obviously enjoying the attention. And who could blame him?? He was teaching THE Luo Binghe! From then on, Binghe would teasingly call him Shizun.

Despite SY being slightly older than BH, he is the youngest son, (he has 1 meimei) in their family. Compared to Binghe who was raised to meet certain expectations, SY had a more unrestrained behavior. If he wanted a snack, he would get it. If he wanted to nap, he snuck it in.

And nothing could stop Binghe from doting on him on their free time. As an only child, he never had someone to spoil or play with so he recaptures some of his childhood like this. Sharing snacks, showing parts of HHP and sometimes sparring in the fields between laughter.

But SY’s pride cannot take being coddled, he’s older than him! so he dotes back. Bringing him refined pills for his cultivation, sending in some rare herbs and animal skin. (He is working his nepo baby network overtime!)

When he teaches BH during self-study, he compliments him when he gets things right while patting his head. And how BH thrives from being dotted on, now at his grown age! LBH feels lucky.

He found someone, who was not only smart and chatty, but was thoughtful and indulgent towards him. He… he really liked SY. Meanwhile SY found himself even more gently stroking his hair. He can’t wait to share to his siblings how the great LBH was completely docile from his head patting. SY could not help ruffling his curly hair, almost pulling. (As for what that would awaken later on, we won’t discuss.)

They part after that summer, but keep in touch through letters. Both feeling a longing to meet. SY decides to pick up a sword and learn how to fly it. He can definitely learn it and fly to HH and casually meet BH. His siblings give it a week til he gives up. But surprisingly 1 week turns into 2, then a month, then on the 6th month he could fly long distances.

His nausea was still as bad as ever but he can endure, he will learn how to endure. As to why he didn’t tell Binghe though? he didn’t know why he wanted to keep this as a surprise.

—

The Immortal Alliance Conference was upon them, and SY had received BH’s letter and how he might not be able to respond as quickly for the time being. But in fact, he was very much aware of the event. He even haughtily bet a few hundred spirit stones when someone mockingly said LBH would not place.

No one could escape his scalding critique had anyone even breathed wrongly towards BH. The public ate their melon seeds while watching another one succumb to that monster. They could not outbid him and even more so, out talk him. What a rabid fanboy. He gained notoriety overnight.

So imagine their surprise when the conference was over. How LBH saw SY, how he ran and hugged him, bombarding him questions of how he got there. LBH showing a small cut the size of a nail, a slight glassy look in his eyes as he retold his hardship and triumph.

The passersby knew it was an exaggeration, they were all watching him effortlessly kill the demons!! His confidence practically oozing. Even the ladies fainted against such charisma. What is this?? The fiersome leader selling meng??

AND THE DEVIL INCARNATE, who ate his every opponent in a bloodless battle, was suddenly a gentleman, waving his fan with a sweet smile, talking softly while patting the champion’s head.

WTF??

They take a few more years of friendship before eventually tying the knot but their families have long known each other since those two have been inseparable. SY spends his days at HHP in the summers while LBH goes with the other’s family in winter. TLJ still feels a little sour in his heart that his son would spend his bdays w/ SY more than them.

The 2 men were even more sticky when they got married. Waking up, preparing meals, cleaning up, lounging, it’s as if they could not get enough of the other. The Regret of Chunshan exists btw, but rather than an angsty story of abandonment and conflict, it is said that they just, really, really loved each other for a lifetime.

(Of course the papapa is front and center!! LMY writes about a rich, young master fanboy and his seemingly respectable cultivator idol having loving, disrespectful, s/ex. She delivers always!)

END.

#svsss #mxtx #luo binghe #bingqiu #shen qingqiu #hiroshi drabble

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esamastation · 11 months

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Part sixty-one of Shizuroth, aka, the SOLDIER General's Self Saving Shizun.

Ao3 link.

Previous parts: fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine, sixty

"There, wasn't that so much faster?"

If looks could kill, Tseng's answering glare would've had him six feet under. He doesn't object, though, and Sephiroth grins smugly. He knows might've given the Turk a perfect opportunity to observe his new abilities and that might come back to bite him in the ass, but Sephiroth doesn't care anymore.

He's already fucked everything up! He's killed the protagonist! Maybe! Possibly!

Though true enough, Final Fantasy VII has a weird relationship with mental illness and death and coming back from both, so brain dead is probably nowhere near permanent - but then again, it might be a gateway to who knows what kinds of shenanigans. Especially where Cloud Strife is concerned! The guy was mind controlled left and right, literally swam through the Planet, came out with a major case of broken brain, had someone go into said brain, and recovered! Like. Cultivators could go through some weird stuff too, but that is really something else together!

And the worst thing is, Sephiroth doesn't know how reliant this world is on its protagonists. Back in PIDW, if something happened to Luo Binghe, it might've very well led to Game Over for the rest of them. It definitely would've been Game Over for Shen Qingqiu! Their Protagonist was literally the lynchpin holding everything together. What if Cloud Strife is the same?

And what if Sephiroth's sloppy approach to transmigration this time led to his death?

So, yeah. He doesn't really care about what he reveals. Between accidentally leading to Protagonist's death and becoming the Big Planet-Killing Bad, he's probably got some leeway here. He's already OOC, he already messed stuff up. Who cares!

Plus… Tseng's face was really funny.

Tseng adjusts the front of his suit jacket, giving him the side-eye. "Faster, maybe. Necessary…?"

"It was very necessary. There's barely a signal at the house!" Sephiroth says innocently and brings out his phone, opening it with a decisive snap. "You can send messages, sure, but to make calls? Besides, you're the one who insisted on tagging along."

Tseng gives him a bitchy face. "I appreciate your accommodation for my wishes, then," he says acerbically. His tone suggests he wouldn't be insisting again.

Sephiroth grins and then turns his attention to his phone. Genesis' number is the third on speed dial, after Mission Office and Angeal.

He answers on the third ring.

"Someone had better be dying," Genesis groans, voice sleep-rough and stretched by a yawn.

Oh, oops, time zones. "Ah, Genesis, did I wake you?" Sephiroth asks, wincing, and turns to walk away from Tseng, following the mountainside and keeping to the clear, where he knows the connection works.

"Sephiroth," Genesis answers, and nothing else. Oh dear, he's really not happy.

Leaning his head back to look at the sky as he walks and hoping he wouldn't be paying for this later, Sephiroth clears his throat. "I'll, uh, just get to the point, shall I? You know about the new injection trials?"

"Yes," and again nothing else. Sephiroth is on very thin ice, it seems.

Walking away from Tseng is more for his peace of mind than anything - he's pretty sure Tseng is wiretapping him somehow. Still, he checks back to make sure there's some distance in between before speaking.

"There's one candidate that went brain dead," Sephiroth says, and looks away. "I need to know what you know about him."

Genesis is quiet for a long moment before a sigh sounds through the connection, and then there's a sound of bed frame cracking and a heavy breath as Genesis stands up. "Hang on a moment."

Sephiroth waits, biting his lower lip, watching the clouds drift over the forests below.

"Cloud Strife, fourteen years of age, originally from a little town called Nibelheim on the middle continent," Genesis says, accompanied by the sound of papers rustling. "He signed up for the SOLDIER candidate trials a little under a month ago and was pulled into the new project five days ago. He got two injections, both on the same day, and flatlined almost immediately after the second one," Genesis trails away. "They managed to rez him, but by then the oxygen deprivation wreaked havoc on his brain. He'd been on life support in a Mako tank since."

Sephiroth falls to sit on a rocky outcropping sticking out of the mountainside. "Shit."

"Mmhmm," Genesis says. "Hard to say who has it worse, him or the ones who have fallen. You do know that this mess has already led to deaths, right?"

Well, now he's angry. "I know, I know," Sephiroth sighs, running a hand over his face. "I'm sorry."

"Tch," Genesis answers and there's a sound of papers being thrown. "Madness of the beasts leads to the corruption of good men. I'm guessing Strife has a chance of ending up like you, then?"

"... What?" Sephiroth asks.

"Oh, don't play coy, I'm far too tired," Genesis scoffs. "You got overdosed, flatlined and changed. The injection did something to you, gave you knowledge. Is the same going to happen to Strife? That's why Hojo is dragging it out keeping him alive, but if you think so too…"

Sephiroth clasps a hand over his chin. He hadn't even thought about it. Could it happen? Another transmigration, in style similar to his? PIDW had two transmigrators, but they were very different. Shang Qinghua began as a baby, Shen Qingqiu inherited a full life of an established scum villain.

If Cloud Strife died - which he might've already… does that make him open for transmigration? Who would transmigrate into him? Shang Qinghua was slated to die, just like Shen Qingqiu was, but… Airplane, in a Protagonist? Why would he?

Why had Sephiroth?

"I… don't know," Sephiroth admits. "I can't… deny the possibility."

"Damnation," Genesis sighs. "What should we expect?"

"I have no idea," Sephiroth says and looks up. It could be anyone - or might not even be someone he knows! It could be someone from Earth!

"Well, that's just great," Genesis sighs. "Do you have any idea when, how, what we should look out for, anything?"

"Um," Sephiroth says and then shakes his head. "I think it might be best if I just come there."

"Oh, wonderful idea! That's just what this situation needs, you giving the scientists new ideas!" Genesis groans, muffled as though against a palm. "Just do me a favour: when you next lose it, feel free to finish Hojo off, alright?"

"I -"

Genesis hangs up on him.

… Rude.

Sephiroth lowers the phone, eyeing the scenery for a moment. Then he turns to his watchman who's pretending as if he didn't hear everything. "Oh, Tseng?"

"I don't know if i can arrange you a transport to Midgar at this short a notice," the Turk says, very bland and noncommittal. He's absolutely lying.

"Oh, you can't? I must've overestimated you Turks," Sephiroth says and jumps up to his feet, walking back over to him. "Isn't your job getting me back to Midgar as soon as possible?"

"Back to work, and only once we're sure you're not still unstable," Tseng says, wryly, giving him a very dubious look. "Something I'm still not so sure of."

"I had one mental breakdown, and I've been level since, haven't I?" Sephiroth cajoles him. "I promise I won't lose it again. And this will let you observe me more, in a different situation, reacting to stress!"

Tseng doesn't look convinced.

"I'm going to Midgar one way or another. At least like this you'll be in charge."

The Turk shakes his head. "I don't think that's a good enough reason to arrange intercontinental transport on a whim." Tseng says dryly. "If you feel fit for duty, I can certainly arrange some missions for you. Until further notice, you're stationed here."

Sephiroth gives him a look. "I'll fly under my own power if I have to," he threatens.

"Even over the ocean?" Tseng asks sarcastically, but pulls out his phone. "And what's your plan when you get to Midgar - walk up to Professor Hojo and just demand he releases a research specimen to you?"

"You know, that might not be a bad idea. Who knows, he might actually do it," Sephiroth says brightly and then, at Tseng's judgemental look, snorts. "I'm kidding. I'll think of something."

"... Very reassuring," Tseng shakes his head and punches in a number from memory. "You'll owe me, Sephiroth," he promises, putting the phone to his ear. "And don't think I didn't notice that you reacted to the name, rather than the status of this Cloud Strife."

Sephiroth smiles at him sweetly. "You're my favourite Turk, Tseng."

Tseng sighs, and gets him a flight to Midgar.

You've heard of Liuber, now get ready for...

#Fanfiction #ff7 #svsss #sephiroth #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #tseng of the turks #genesis rhapsodos

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disastermages · 2 months

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Too Close, But Not Close Enough

[read it on ao3]

cw for mild dubcon, drunk sex, and Shen Yuan having a pussy

Shen Yuan is drunk.

Shen Yuan is drunk and warm and so unforgivably pliant against Luo Binghe’s chest. “Binghe has such pretty hair.” Shen Yuan slurs, his eyes half closed as he reaches up with both hands to tangle them into Luo Binghe’s curls, pulling without meaning to and Luo Binghe doesn’t have the heart to stop him. The thrum of the bass and the low mumble of the song’s lyrics don’t do a thing to dampen the way Shen Yuan twists and turns against Luo Binghe’s chest. Luo Binghe has to lock his hands tight around Shen Yuan’s waist just to keep him from tipping backwards onto the floor.

They shouldn’t be so close. Shen Yuan shouldn’t be in his lap, he’d only sat there because someone had taken his seat after Shang Qinghua had dragged him off somewhere, poured drinks down his throat, and then disappeared somewhere on his own. Luo Binghe had found Shen Yuan all alone, his eyes already hazy and someone else’s hands on his hips. They were trying to convince him to leave with them and Luo Binghe had no choice but to pull Shen Yuan against his chest.

He protected him.

He kept Shen Yuan safe.

“Yuan-ge, let me take you home, it’s late.” Luo Binghe can’t help the tightness of his throat as he speaks, Shen Yuan really is too close. He can feel his nose against his pulse, he can smell Shen Yuan’s shampoo and it fills his lungs. It makes Luo Binghe’s mouth water and something predatory rise up in his blood.

Rather than answering straight away, Shen Yuan licks his lips and licks Luo Binghe’s neck by pure chance. Goosebumps rise up Luo Binghe’s arms and shivers shoot up and down his spine. Shen Yuan wouldn’t have done that if he knew. He would’ve edged himself out of Luo Binghe’s lap if he had even the slightest idea of what Luo Binghe wanted--ached-- to do to him. Shen Yuan peels himself away from Luo Binghe’s neck, glassy eyes trying hard to focus on him in the dim lighting of the club as he steadies himself by putting his hands on Luo Binghe’s shoulders.

“Mn. Binghe is such a good boy looking after me like this.” Whether Shen Yuan is aware of what he’s doing or not, he still leans in and grazes his lips across Luo Binghe’s cheek, his arms curling around Luo Binghe’s neck. His forehead thumps heavily against Luo Binghe’s shoulder before he tries to stand up on wobbly legs, his whole body pitching downwards.

Of course Luo Binghe catches him. Of course he gathers Shen Yuan up into his arms and holds him tight against his chest, even when Shen Yuan tries to fight his way down. “Binghe… Binghe this old man can walk, I’m not that old yet.” Shen Yuan keeps trying, but Luo Binghe only holds him tighter, starting towards the door of the club and knocking people out of his way. He doesn’t let a single one of them so much as brush their hands against Shen Yuan as he pushes through the crowd.

“There’s no need for Yuan-ge to walk, Binghe is here.”

The fight drains out of Shen Yuan the second they’re out of the club and the cool air of the outside hits him. He shivers and tucks himself in tighter against Luo Binghe’s chest, his hands burrowed in the warmth of Luo Binghe’s hair. “Can Binghe keep me warm?” Shen Yuan asks, his voice already sleepy and content. Luo Binghe would do so much more than that if Shen Yuan would only let him, it doesn’t feel fair that he doesn’t know, but Luo Binghe satisfies himself with walking faster, picking up the pace for Shen Yuan’s benefit.

The walk to their shared apartment isn’t terribly long, but Luo Binghe never once sets Shen Yuan down along the way, his arms possessively tight around him. Shen Yuan is almost completely asleep by the time Luo Binghe has their door unlocked and open in front of them.

He should put Shen Yuan on his side in his own bed, Luo Binghe knows that, but just the thought of putting Shen Yuan down and sleeping so far away from him is painful. It’s painful right down to the very core of himself.

The floorboards creak underneath his feet as he carries Shen Yuan through their apartment, all the way to his own bedroom. Nervousness bubbles up underneath Luo Binghe’s skin. Shen Yuan wouldn’t be angry, would he? Or would he just wake up in the middle of the night and pry himself out of Luo Binghe’s arms to go sleep in his room? Would they talk about it in the morning if he did? Would Shen Yuan look at Luo Binghe like he was upset with him but trying not to be?

Thoughts whirl and strike at him, and Luo Binghe very nearly turns back. He almost turns around and walks towards Shen Yuan’s bedroom to lay him down in his too narrow bed. Luo Binghe can imagine the sounds he would make. He would make all kinds of soft sighs and grunts and Luo Binghe would linger around to listen to him. And then he would haunt just to watch, to make sure Shen Yuan didn’t wake up wanting him. He always did.

But Shen Yuan always slept better in Luo Binghe’s bed on the rare chance that they shared, it was bigger and softer than Shen Yuan’s. He might even roll over in the night and press his too cold self against Luo Binghe’s much warmer body.

That’s what makes Luo Binghe’s decision for him, bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his heart hammering against his ribcage as he walks Shen Yuan through the threshold of his room.

“Yuan-ge, we’re home.” Luo Binghe murmurs, laying Shen Yuan down as gently as he can onto the plush mattress and leaning over him. His thick mass of curls falls over one shoulder, blocking either of them off from the open door off to the side of the room. Luo Binghe knows what comes next, he knows he should take Shen Yuan’s shoes off as carefully as he can, to keep from waking him up, but it’s the peaceful look on Shen Yuan’s face that has him stopped where he is.

That beautiful face of his is still flushed from the alcohol, turning his lips and his cheeks a pretty shade of pink that Luo Binghe can’t help but stare at. He wants to be good. He wants to take care of Shen Yuan without laying a hand on him.

“A-Yuan?” Luo Binghe calls out cautiously, forcing himself to lean away and sit on the side of the bed. If Shen Yuan twitched or rolled away from him, Luo Binghe would be good. He would do what he was supposed to do and do the bare minimum of undressing Shen Yuan for the sake of sleeping comfortably.

“Is Yuan-ge awake?” Luo Binghe tries again, his voice dropping into a whisper as he reaches out and brushes Shen Yuan’s bangs away from his face. He expects Shen Yuan to twist away from his hand and grunt. Shen Yuan hated having his sleep disturbed, Luo Binghe knew that, but he doesn’t do anything like that.

Instead, Shen Yuan mumbles Luo Binghe’s name softly, his head lifting just a little to chase after Luo Binghe’s hand, but not enough to wake himself up.

Luo Binghe’s chest feels as though it’s going to cave in on itself as he watches Shen Yuan draw closer to him, his eyes widening as he leans down. “A-Yuan is good to Binghe,” Luo Binghe murmurs softly, pressing the whole of his hand against the side of Shen Yuan’s face now. Shen Yuan only sighs contentedly. “Binghe wants to be good for Yuan-ge, but it’s hard.” Their noses brush together as Luo Binghe lowers himself further, his other hand pressing Shen Yuan down against the bed. It would give him a chance to explain if Shen Yuan were to wake up suddenly.

“Please don’t be mad at Binghe, A-Yuan.” The words turn into nothing as they’re pressed into the kiss Luo Binghe fixes against Shen Yuan’s lips. Shen Yuan doesn’t kiss him back, but he doesn’t have to, Luo Binghe doesn’t expect him to, he’s asleep after all. The kiss should be quick and over with, it shouldn’t be anything more than a peck, but Luo Binghe can’t force himself to stop until he’s forced to by the sound Shen Yuan makes in his sleep. It’s a lazy kind of moan that burns Luo Binghe deep in his chest and spreads downward.

Luo Binghe has heard that moan before, more than once, usually through Shen Yuan’s closed door late at night, when he took his pleasure into his own hands. He would drag himself over the edge over and over again and Luo Binghe would stand outside his door as often as he could, his cock tenting hard against his pants, his mind racing to try and finish with Shen Yuan while wondering what he was using to get himself off. Who he was thinking of, what he was thinking of doing, what kinds of things he watched that made him keen so high and so needy.

“Yuan-ge.” Luo Binghe sighs, his lips buzzing where he’d pressed them against Shen Yuan’s. He can already feel his cock stirring, but there’s nothing he can do about it, is there? Suddenly, the room feels too small and too hot. Luo Binghe knows he’s made a mistake, but he can’t stop himself from making it again as he leans in and kisses Shen Yuan again, his tongue poking apart the seal of Shen Yuan’s lips this time. He would make it up to Shen Yuan, even if Shen Yuan never knew about it. He would make all of his favorite meals and do his half of the chores for the week, even if Shen Yuan scolded him for it. He would do everything that Shen Yuan would let him do in exchange for this. He wouldn’t lay another hand on Shen Yuan after this kiss, he should have known how dangerous this is.

The sting of alcohol rings across Luo Binghe’s tongue, but it’s not enough to deter him, he knows the taste of Shen Yuan is laying just underneath it. Luo Binghe used to fixate on it, wondering whether Shen Yuan would taste sweet or bitter, whether he would have any taste at all. It hadn’t seemed possible that he wouldn’t, but Luo Binghe hadn’t known until Shen Yuan offered to teach him how to kiss someone, as if he thought Luo Binghe would think about kissing anyone else.

Shen Yuan had held him in place by his wrists then, standing up on his knees while Luo Binghe sat just beneath him, his legs crossed and a pillow covering his lap. It was from that moment that Luo Binghe knew that it wasn’t enough, that he’d always want more. More of Shen Yuan. More of Shen Yuan’s kisses. More of Shen Yuan’s hands on him. More, more, more, and even more than that. It’s not enough. It isn’t enough because Luo Binghe is selfish and insatiable and Shen Yuan is unknowingly feeding a beast that’s hanging over him now.

Some kind of hunger had taken root at the first sign of kindness that Shen Yuan had shown him, and this is how Luo Binghe repays him. Luo Binghe wants to pretend. He wants to pretend that he hasn’t had this same fantasy, these same thoughts of consuming Shen Yuan whole, but kissing him, almost laying on top of him like this is a balm to Luo Binghe’s soul.

“Binghe?” Shen Yuan’s voice, slurred and thick as it is, stalls every last one of Luo Binghe’s thoughts and makes him freeze where he hangs above him, a thread of spit still connecting their lips. Luo Binghe won’t think about how that makes his cock twitch in his pants. He won’t even think about the tightness of his jeans. They hadn’t been that tight just a moment ago. They wouldn’t be this tight if he’d just behaved himself.

“A-Yuan, Yuan-Ge, please, I…” Shen Yuan’s lips are red and shiny from Luo Binghe’s abuse, and his shirt gathered up around his waist, showing off a strip of skin that Luo Binghe aches to sink his teeth into. “I didn’t mean to.” Luo Binghe lies softly, his gut squeezing with guilt. He’d done too much, gone too far, and Shen Yuan has found him out, but he doesn’t look angry, he doesn’t even look disappointed.

“Binghe, come here.” Shen Yuan hauls himself up as if his body is suddenly much heavier than it should be, but he still spreads his legs to make room for Luo Binghe, his hand beckoning him forward. Luo Binghe is helpless to do anything but do as he’s told, crawling forward on his hands and knees, careful to leave Shen Yuan with just the barest amount of space he can give him.

That glassy look is still in Shen Yuan’s eyes, the flush still clinging to his skin as he raises one hand and holds Luo Binghe by the back of his neck, his other hand rests against Luo Binghe’s chest, but threatens to sink lower, his fingertips catching at the collar of Luo Binghe’s shirt, but still pulling downwards, lacking the grace to untangle themselves. A warning is already rising up on Luo Binghe’s lips, but his mouth only falls stupidly open, his brain going blank as Shen Yuan’s nails scratch against the base of his scalp.

“Did Binghe get lonely?” Shen Yuan asks, licking lips that Luo Binghe had just been caught kissing. His hand has slipped lower still, stroking over Luo Binghe’s stomach through his shirt. The touch threatens to burn Luo Binghe from the inside out. “You could’ve woken me up, I wouldn’t have been angry.” If it weren’t for Shen Yuan’s hand at the back of his neck, Luo Binghe might’ve dragged himself away, but this is where Shen Yuan wants him, this is where Luo Binghe would stay, even as Shen Yuan’s fingers finally snap free of Luo Binghe’s shirt, falling clumsily downwards, until his knuckles brush across the front of Luo Binghe’s jeans. A wounded, desperate kind of noise eeks out from somewhere in Luo Binghe’s throat, a blush rising high on his cheeks.

Luo Binghe needs to stop Shen Yuan.

Luo Binghe needs to stop Shen Yuan before he does something that he doesn’t actually want to, but just the barest feeling of Shen Yuan’s hand on him is better than anything Luo Binghe could’ve imagined it would be. It doesn’t feel fair, it feels like blood in the water and Luo Binghe feels something vicious bubble to the top of him.

“Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe tries, only for his voice to break pathetically while his cock throbs and pulses under Shen Yuan’s touch as it grows bolder, outright fondling him now. They’re too close, Luo Binghe can smell the alcohol on Shen Yuan and Shen Yuan must smell the lust on Luo Binghe. He has to, there’s no way he hasn’t noticed it yet. “Yuan-ge, you shouldn’t… This one isn’t…” Luo Binghe grasps hard for something, for anything, only to cut himself off with a whine that sounds so unforgivably pathetic that he wants to hang his head in shame.

He isn’t going to last long at this rate, he’s going to come in his pants and make a mess and Shen Yuan would remember it because he always did when Luo Binghe did things like that. He would say it was alright, that it was fine, but it wouldn’t be. Not for Luo Binghe.

Shen Yuan calls out to him again, but Luo Binghe can’t bring himself to answer. Tears are already gathering in his eyes as Shen Yuan kisses him, catching Luo Binghe off guard. Shen Yuan takes the opportunity to drag Luo Binghe closer, the meeting of their cores only slightly blocked by the motion of Shen Yuan’s hand. “Binghe,” Shen Yuan starts, but stops himself to kiss Luo Binghe again, leaving him breathless when he pulls away, “Binghe, we can’t do anything while we’re still dressed, you know that, don’t you?”

The statement makes so much sense that for a moment, Luo Binghe can only blink, half believing that he’d been mistaken, that Shen Yuan had only been playing drunk to get out of walking home himself, it wouldn’t have been the first time. The slight slur of his words is the only thing that gives him away now. “Is Yuan-ge sure?” Luo Binghe tries weakly to pull away, to put space between them to give Shen Yuan room to think, only to be held in place by his hair. He doesn’t know when Shen Yuan’s hand had wrapped itself up in the curls. He’d hardly let himself enjoy the way Shen Yuan had been scratching at his scalp.

Despite the tightness of Shen Yuan’s grip, when Luo Binghe dares to look up into his eyes, Shen Yuan’s gaze is hazy, but soft. His other hand comes to press against Luo Binghe’s cheek, his thumb sweeping back and forth. “Binghe,” Shen Yuan starts, only to push Luo Binghe backwards onto the bed, his hair fanning out as Shen Yuan lets go just in time, “let this one take care of you.”

Shen Yuan’s hands against his chest keep Luo Binghe from sitting back up as his thin legs spread wide over Luo Binghe’s hips, the plush of his ass pressing down on Luo Binghe’s cock. “Binghe is always such a good boy,” Shen Yuan starts moving his hips back and forth, dragging himself over the hard line of Luo Binghe’s erection. It’s torture and Luo Binghe can’t stop himself from whimpering.

They’re still wearing their clothes, Shen Yuan hadn’t given Luo Binghe a chance to undress either of them before he’d climbed on top of him, but that hardly seems to matter as Shen Yuan sets a brutal pace. Luo Binghe can still feel every minute movement, his blood pounding in his ears as he lets himself grab onto Shen Yuan’s hips. At first, he doesn’t know if he does it to stop him or to set his own pace, but before he’s aware of it, Luo Binghe is trying his hardest to drag Shen Yuan’s pants down his legs, only to get frustrated and confused when they catch where his folded knees meet Luo Binghe’s thighs. He’d been so close, he’d almost done what Shen Yuan had told him to, but before despair can set in, one of those hands is pressing against his cheek as briefly as breath before it’s gone again.

He’s helpless to do anything but watch as Shen Yuan lifts himself up just enough to get his pants further down his legs, yanking his shoes off without untying them before tossing them and his pants aside, leaving himself bare from the waist down as he resettles himself over Luo Binghe’s crotch.

The wetness of Shen Yuan’s pussy almost glistens in the dim lighting of Luo Binghe’s bedroom, the way it drips onto Luo Binghe’s jeans is enough to hypnotize him, his mouth watering at the sight of it. How many nights had he lain in bed, his cock in his hand, while he thought about the taste of Shen Yuan’s pussy on his tongue? How many times had he painted his own fist white while thoughts of burying himself deep inside of Shen Yuan raced through his head, his lips parted and his eyes half open.

Imagination hadn’t prepared Luo Binghe for the day he’d be presented with the real thing, it leaves him almost catatonic with disbelief. His mouth opens and closes like a fish gasping for air as Shen Yuan smiles indulgently. “Does Binghe like it?” With all the patience and dignity of a teacher, Shen Yuan takes two of his own fingers and uses them to stroke his clit, a fluttery sigh leaving him before he sinks those fingers into himself and pulls them out, shining wetness clinging to them as he raises them to Luo Binghe’s lips. “Taste it first, Binghe, if you like it, we’ll do more.”

Shen Yuan’s fingers are still warm when Luo Binghe takes them into his mouth, cautiously at first, but growing bolder as he finally takes hold of Shen Yuan’s wrist. He hadn’t appreciated the taste of Shen Yuan at first, he’d been too stunned, too shocked, and too convinced that at any moment, all of this would be cut short by the blaring of his alarm, but the heavy press of Shen Yuan’s fingers on his tongue are confirmation enough that Luo Binghe isn’t dreaming, that he won’t wake, hard and alone again.

Too soon, every bit of that wetness is gone and Shen Yuan is wrenching his fingers free, wiping Luo Binghe’s saliva on his shirt as he presses his hands against Luo Binghe’s chest again. “A-Yuan, I want more.” Luo Binghe all but demands it, his voice sounding ragged and his eyes glued on Shen Yuan where he half sits, half lays against Luo Binghe’s thighs.

“What do you say when you want something, Binghe?” Shen Yuan asks, taking hold of Luo Binghe’s jaw. His fingers curl against Luo Binghe’s cheek and Luo Binghe feels himself swallow and feels his cock throb all at once.

“Please, A-Yuan, don’t tease me, I can’t take it.” He doesn’t stop himself from wrapping both hands around Shen Yuan’s wrists and clinging on as tightly as he can, nor does Luo Binghe stop himself from turning his face against Shen Yuan’s hand and kissing his palm.

His hands almost close completely around Shen Yuan’s thin wrist, he could break it if he wanted to, but he wouldn’t dare. How could he? How could Luo Binghe even think about it while Shen Yuan’s eyes were watching him so closely. His gaze almost looks clear for a moment, almost, but he blinks and the haze is back.

“Binghe can take it,” Shen Yuan says finally, shaking Luo Binghe’s hands off before he kisses him hard, harder than Luo Binghe had dared to kiss him before. His hands move onto Luo Binghe’s shoulders again, his hips lifting up and off of his thighs as Luo Binghe lays back, blinking up at Shen Yuan with owl-wide eyes. “Binghe will take it if he wants anything at all.”

Shen Yuan doesn’t give him the chance to undress himself, he starts by yanking impatiently at Luo Binghe’s shirt. He almost rips it before he manages to peel it off and throw it away. Frustration and haste make Shen Yuan’s face red and Luo Binghe wants nothing more than to reach up and touch his cheeks, but Shen Yuan moves too fast for him, his clumsy fingers manage to make short work of Luo Binghe’s button and zipper.

The relief alone is almost enough to make Luo Binghe moan, but he bites it back, settling for a sigh before Shen Yuan’s hand wraps around the base of his cock, the fly of his jeans cutting Luo Binghe’s view of Shen Yuan’s hand off at his wrist. The whole of Shen Yuan’s hand can’t fully circle Luo Binghe’s cock, but it doesn’t stop Shen Yuan from stroking him, slowly at first, but he gains more confidence as a whine leaves Luo Binghe’s mouth, his lips hanging open.

“You’re big, Binghe,” Shen Yuan declares, stating the obvious and dragging his thumb through a pearl of precome, “I don’t know if you’ll fit.” The words cut into Luo Binghe, threatening to shred him to his very core. It feels like another cruelty dropped into his lap, to come so far, to have Shen Yuan naked and on top of him, his cock in Shen Yuan’s hand, only to be told that it might not be possible, that he might not fit.

Luo Binghe thrashes as he sits up, nearly knocking Shen Yuan onto his back as he crowds close. “Binghe can make it fit, Yuan-ge, let this one try.” Luo Binghe’s voice turns pathetic as he begs, his fingers twist in the bedsheets and he crowds in closer, his eyes locked on Shen Yuan’s face. The haziness is gone from Shen Yuan’s eyes again, but this time, when he blinks, it doesn’t come back. It’s replaced by doubt instead.

Shen Yuan’s mouth moves to say something, but Luo Binghe pushes him backwards before he has the chance to say anything. “Binghe!” Shen Yuan gasps as Luo Binghe hauls his thighs over his shoulders, holding Shen Yuan by his waist as tightly as he can to keep him from escaping or changing his mind.

“Let me try, A-Yuan, let me make it fit.” Luo Binghe pleads, but he’s already burying his face between Shen Yuan’s legs, his nose nudging against Shen Yuan’s clit as he drags the broad flat of his tongue over Shen Yuan’s outer lips. Luo Binghe feels Shen Yuan’s thighs tense for just a moment before they relax in his hands, the soft flesh becoming pliant.

“Binghe,” Shen Yuan calls, his voice starting to sound weak as Luo Binghe licks at him, his tongue dipping into Shen Yuan’s heat, the taste of him ringing across Luo Binghe’s tongue. Shen Yuan doesn’t taste like Luo Binghe imagined he would, he tastes better, sweeter, the kind of sweetness that makes Luo Binghe moan against him and makes his cock twitch with want.

One of Shen Yuan’s hands grasps at the sheets, pulling them out of place while the other grasps for Luo Binghe. It lands in his hair and Luo Binghe doesn’t dare stop Shen Yuan from pulling at his curls, his fingers twisting in, tight and demanding. “You have to suck on it,” Shen Yuan instructs, his voice going high and breathy as Luo Binghe’s tongue skips over his clit. He’d gotten close, but not close enough, his tongue just barely flicking over the tip of it. “Binghe, Binghe, please.” Shen Yuan pulls at his hair impatiently, urging Luo Binghe on.

Luo Binghe does as he’s told, he always does, but he doesn’t do it as quickly as Shen Yuan wants him to, he makes a point of it. He drags his tongue, both the narrow point of it and the flat of it, around and over Shen Yuan’s clit, but he doesn’t take it into his mouth until Shen Yuan’s voice turns high and desperate and his impatient pulling at his hair turns into wanton yanking, his hips rolling up against Luo Binghe’s mouth.

“Beast, you’re nothing but a little beast,” Shen Yuan gasps as Luo Binghe’s lips finally form a seal around his clit. Words leave him and his back arches, his eyes closing and his mouth falling open, setting loose all sorts of noises that would’ve been bitten back otherwise. Luo Binghe doesn’t allow him a single moment of peace, not even as he finally releases Shen Yuan’s clit, not even when Shen Yuan begs him to stop, just for a second. Lou Binghe doesn’t stop until he feels Shen Yuan’s walls clenching and throbbing against his tongue.

Shen Yuan’s hand falls away from Luo Binghe’s hair slowly, falling back onto the bed with a dead kind of thud. Suddenly, Luo Binghe wants nothing more than to kiss that hand, to hold it against his lips, starting at the fingertips and dragging his way along Shen Yuan’s arm, all the way up to his shoulder and then the crook of his neck. What would he do then? Would he force himself to stop there, or would he push onwards, until he’d claimed all of Shen Yuan for himself by his lips alone?

“Ge,” Luo Binghe calls him sweetly, peeling Shen Yuan’s thighs away from his shoulders just to let them settle at his thighs as he leans forward, his arms wrapping greedily around Shen Yuan’s body. “Ge, you tasted so sweet, this one didn’t want to stop.” Luo Binghe feels Shen Yuan shiver against him, one arm pushes against Luo Binghe’s chest, but there’s no strength left to it.

“Binghe, wait.” Shen Yuan says, his tongue sounding heavy as the head of Luo Binghe’s cock presses against his entrance. Luo Binghe doesn’t push further than that, not yet, but he thinks about it. The heat of Shen Yuan’s cunt is coaxing him, trying to lure him in deeper as another bead of precome drips down the length of his cock.

“Binghe doesn’t want to wait anymore, Yuan-ge, you should be able to take me now, right?” Shen Yuan was wet when they’d started, Luo Binghe had felt him through his jeans, it had almost driven him crazy, it’s driving him crazy now.

Leaning Shen Yuan against his shoulder, Luo Binghe takes hold of his hips and pushes into him, a pitiful noise leaving the both of them as tightness surrounds Luo Binghe with blinding heat. He doesn’t mean to thrust as soon as he does, but he can’t help himself, not as Shen Yuan’s nails bite into his shoulders.

He really did mean to go slowly, he means to give Shen Yuan time to adjust, time to stretch around him, but without noticing, Luo Binghe had started bouncing Shen Yuan on his cock, the bed creaking underneath them as he sets a cruel pace, harder and faster than the one Shen Yuan had done to him earlier when all they’d been doing was pawing at each other clumsily.

If Shen Yuan tried to say anything, it’s long since devolved into obscene, half choked noises that only spur Luo Binghe onwards, his nails still clinging desperately to Luo Binghe’s back, still cutting into his skin and making Luo Binghe fuck him harder and harder as the sound of skin hitting skin fills the room.

“Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe moans, a coil tightening in his belly and his arms tightening around Shen Yuan’s middle, “This Binghe is so happy, Yuan-ge.” Luo Binghe forces Shen Yuan down onto his hands and knees, changing the angle and forcing himself in deeper while one hand clings to Shen Yuan’s hip and the other keeps him from collapsing onto the mattress.

Shen Yuan’s arms tremble underneath him, his mouth falling open and a thin trail of saliva dripping out of them. “Binghe, Binghe you have to stop, I can’t take so much of you.” Shen Yuan begs, but his heat still clenches around Luo Binghe’s cock whenever he pulls out, just to wrap around him and welcome him back the second he slams himself back in, burying himself to the hilt.

“Yuan-ge can take me,” Luo Binghe murmurs. He leans over Shen Yuan’s back, kissing the shell of his ear before he bites it on pure instinct, “Yuan-ge was made to take me, no one else.” Shen Yuan’s moan is nothing short of a wail as Luo Binghe shoves him further down, his hand on the middle of Shen Yuan’s back. The bed and Shen Yuan both sound their complaints as Luo Binghe abandons any kind of restraint.

His end is near, Luo Binghe can feel it like a coil growing tighter and tighter within himself as Shen Yuan cries out, wave after wave hitting him. It makes the in and out easier as Luo Binghe chases after his own.

Words fail him as tears roll down his cheeks, his hands still clinging endlessly to wherever they can lay on Shen Yuan’s body. Confessions, all of them interrupted and tripped over tumble forward, landing childishly against Shen Yuan’s back until Luo Binghe is dragged over the edge, until he can do nothing except fall onto the mattress beside Shen Yuan, one hand reaching for him blindly.

Shen Yuan grunts with the effort of dragging himself closer, catching Luo Binghe’s hand and pressing it to his own cheek before he lays his own arms around Luo Binghe’s neck.

“Yuan-ge,” Luo Binghe sobs and curls into Shen Yuan, his forehead pressed against his collarbone.

“Hush.” Shen Yuan scolds, his voice sounding tired and worn.

“A-Yuan, please don’t be mad, A-Yuan” Luo Binghe tries again, but Shen Yuan pulls sharply at his hair.

“Tomorrow, Binghe.” Shen Yuan commands, his nails scratching gently at the same part he’d just pulled, as if it could undo the pain. “Sleep now.”

Luo Binghe whines, but he doesn’t argue, even when Shen Yuan brushes his lips against his forehead.

It shouldn’t relieve Luo Binghe the way it does, it shouldn’t make his stomach flutter after everything they’d just done, but it doesn’t stop Luo Binghe from kissing Shen Yuan’s heart, his arms wrapping around him as tightly as Shen Yuan will allow.

Tomorrow, they will talk about it tomorrow.

#bingqiu #luo binghe/shen yuan #luo binghe #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #scum villian self saving system #svsss #svsss fanfiction #this is a spite fic dedicated to that one person who congratulated one of my fics for being normal #jokes on you motherfucker im a common degen like everyone else

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Part 4: Drinks With Friends

(This has some of my writing. If you see punctuation/grammar mistakes, it's because I wrote this on Tumblr and couldn't be bothered to put it in a spell checker :P)

(MF and LMY are drinking buddies because... Idk they're neat)

(I feel like LMY would be significantly more shitposty if given the chance. So I gave her the chance)

LMY's Messages Era:

(Male + Female friendship where they're they both get a little silly even though everyone else perceives them as serious 🔛🔝)

Ming Fan was sitting on the floor next to Liu Mingyan's bed. He threw his phone behind him onto the bed after responding to the tweet. Just as he did Liu Mingyan returned with three bottles of soft colored liquors.

As much as he wanted to turn his head and scoff, he couldn't deny that getting at least a little tipsy and complaining didn't seem great right now. He had a lot to complain about and maybe a few drinks will make it easier for him to talk about it.

Liu Mingyan sat down in front of him on a pile of pillows and blankets they didn't bother picking up after they were at each other's throats. She handed him a bottle of a vibrant green liquid, it's swirled with eatable glitter. It was pretty, he wondered it would taste good.

"I will be completely honest, I didn't think you'd entertain me after the last time we drank together," Liu Mingyan admitted; her voice calm and smooth. It was sometimes hard to connect the unhinged messages to the poised girl in front of him, but he knew better now than to try to make sense of it.

He pressed the cold bottle against his aching cheek. He could only hope it wouldn't bruise. He always forgot that terrifying strength seemed to run in the Liu family. At least he could hold on against Liu Mingyan, he was positive he'd get taken down by Liu Qingge if he tried.

"I need to complain anyway. What even is this?" Ming Fan asked as he opened his bottle. The took a sniff, it reeked of hard liquor underneath the sweet tone. His scrunched his nose subconsciously.

"A glitter wine, I think. Sha Hualing gave me a few bottles before she left," Liu Mingyan answered as she opened her bottle, which had a dark pink liquid inside.

"The alcohol smells strong," Ming Fan absentmindedly complained as he looked around. No shot glasses or anything to pour some out. He contemplated for a moment before sighing and deciding if he's going to tank his liver, it might as well be in college.

Not that he had a test tomorrow, and he finished his work for the other classes. Shizun was out for the week, and Shen-laoshi wasn't the type to drop a test without warning. He could probably call in sick if his hangover was as bad as last time.

He put the bottle to his lips and took a sip only to taste it. Not bad, it was a tart-sour flavor. Maybe lime or green apple or both. The alcohol was still strong, so he wasn't going to chug it any time soon. Maybe if he drunker.

"How is yours? Mine tastes like dragonfruit," Liu Mingyan said while pulling up her facemask.

"Lime and green apple, I think. I like it," Ming Fan conceded and took another drink, this time to actually coerce a buzz in the very least. He had Liu Mingyan to blame for his ever climbing alcohol tolerance.

"Hm, sounds good," she responded while swirling her bottle. "Do you have something to complain about? You always rant when you drink.'

Ming Fan nodded absentmindedly. It's been a few months since the first day, and he still had so much left in the semester. This year felt long. All because of one annoying brat. Maybe he shouldn't have taken a gap year, then he wouldn't have to deal with Luo Binghe.

"This damn kid. He thinks he's better than me or something," he muttered bitterly and took another drink. He wondered how much he could drink before he was incoherent.

"The same one that took your scholarship?" Liu Mingyan asked, and pulled down her facemask to follow his lead a drink out of her bottle. She subconsciously covered her mouth with her free hand as she drank.

"Yes, it's always him, I swear! What did I do to him? I don't understand why he has it out for me!" Ming Fan ranted.

"Well... If I remember correctly, you had a mean streak when we were in middle school. Maybe he was one of the kids you bullied," Liu Mingyan offered, while fidgeting with her bottle.

Ming Fan wilted a little. He felt so much shame when he's reminded of his middle school days. He didn't know why he constantly picked on kids younger than him. It was definitely an insecurity thing, but he still hated it.

"Maybe..." He murmured and shook his head. He took one big gulp, not wanting to think about it further.

"As I was saying, this guy keeps like following me around," Ming Fan continued before things got sappy.

"Does he?" Liu Mingyan said, entertaining his rant. She also wasn't the best with emotions, so she understood the change of topic.

"He always trails behind me and Ying-er. I could be talking to her about an assignment or something, and then I notice him lurking in the corner of my eye. I can't say anything because Ying-er gets mad at me when I say something!" Ming Fan's tone turned whiney as his inhibitions slowly started waning.

"And don't get me started on tests! He constantly scores around me or above me! And then he has the nerve to look at me when we're told what we made! Shen-laoshi loves to show our ranks in the class at the end of the month, and ugh!!!" He groaned and put his head in his hands.

"I don't get it. I don't know what I did to piss him off. He's so smug too. He once walked up to me and showed me what he had while I was talking to Ying-er. She complemented him, so I had to too, or else people would think I'm bitter," Ming Fan complained, looked at the floor through the gaps of his fingers.

"You are bitter though," Liu Mingyan supplied helpfully.

"Shut up!!" He yelled back, feeling his face grow warm. Yeah, he couldn't deny it, but shouldn't friends feed each other's delusions? He huffed and crossed his arms while looking away from her. He continued to drown himself in his lime flavored vice.

"There's no need to pout, A-Fan. Nothing wrong with being bitter," she said in a teasing tone. She picked up her bottle and paused halfway.

"Hey, A-Fan, do you think he likes Yingying? Maybe that's why he's constantly following you two and trying to one up you," Liu Mingyan suggested. That gave Ming Fan pause.

Would Luo Binghe like Ying-er? A protective part of him wanted to keep the beast far away from her, but...

Begrudgingly, he did have to accept that out of the other people in Cang Qiong University... Luo Binghe was unfortunately one of the better options. Especially with his GPA, and the fact he was polite with everyone...

Except Ming Fan, but since he was sensibly buzzed he could acknowledge he was really easy to hate. If not jealousy, then his abrasive attitude. If he wasn't actively attempting to be charming, his personality was rather lacking.

He can see why he wouldn't be liked, and if compared to Ying-er... He probably seemed like a demon.

Liu Mingyan noticed Ming Fan wilt a little. She swayed slightly as she offered her drink to him. Ming Fan looked at the dark pink liquor and sighed. They switched drinks without a word, a soft silence between them.

It lasted a while, Ming Fan idly looking at the floor. His nail mindlessly scratched at the label. It was a moment before he broke the silence.

"Mingyan... Am I... unpleasant?" He asked; his speech more slurred than before. Liu Mingyan stopped mid-drink; she swallowed and wiped her lips. "No, not particularly. Why?"

Ming Fan didn't respond. His bottom lip was touching the lips of the bottle; if he simply tipped the bottle back, he could drink enough to completely forget this night...

"Because I think I'm unpleasant," he murmured quietly and tipped the bottle back. Emotions were hard. He can deal with the repercussions of drinking so much later.

NYY's Messages Era:

(fun fact: MF's drunk texting messages are based off messages my friend sent me drunk asf)

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#a little angst for my pookies 😙#svsss #bingfan #implied...#ming fan #liu mingyan #ning yingying #BingFan Socmed AU #my writing #y'know mixed in for sillies sake #i guess this counts as #svsss fanfiction #well it kinda always was... hm #people getting drunk written by someone that doesn't like drinking or getting drunk 😮‍💨

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harmeu · 10 months

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Just A Bite

(SVSSS Characters React to their S/O bite their neck)

TW: A tiny bit Suggestive

Shen Qingqiu:

The Qing Peak lord, Shen Qingqiu. He is known for his ruthless attitude against his disciples and people he despises. He does all that with elegance in his structure. A beauty who can hurt if needed.

You had managed to shoot an arrow through his heart and get his love. A surprise really. Many people at Qing Peak prayed for your safety, worried that you may get hurt by him. Surprisingly he was kind and didn't say more than needed while with you. That made you fall harder.

It was a regular day and you decided to visit Shen Qingqiu in his room. You dragged your feet in and got his attention.

“Dear? Is there something you need?” He said with a modest tone putting down a book he was reading. Then an idea to tease him got into your head. It probably had consequences but you couldn't help it. You flopped behind him confusing him and then bit his neck.

“Eek!” Shen Qingqiu flushed and covered the part you bit. “W-what was that?” He said blushing like hell dumbfounded.

“Felt like teasing that pretty face of yours.” You smirked.

Shen Qingqiu was a crimson colour shaking and touching the part you bit.

“I’ll get you back. Mark my words.”

Luo Binghe:

Luo Binghe. A strong being feared by all. At his young age being neglected made him become one of the strongest. Incredibly handsome as well.

You had fallen in love with him. At first you thought of just being one of those people falling in love with someone you’d never get. Since he was so handsome and could choose anyone. Though that changed when he reciprocated your feelings.

Now all you see when you guys hang out is an affectionate puppy dog begging for attention. Adorable indeed.

Today you decided to do something that’d probably make him go red. You wanted to tease him. You saw him training sweating profusely and knew this was the best chance to go ahead and do it while he was distracted.

You bit his neck playfully wrapping your arms around his waist making him flinch in surprise.

“H-huh?” He says flustered as he sees you.

“Aw, just wanted to make you flush.” You say smirking. Now you waited for his reaction to become even more redder but you felt strong arms pin you against the wall and saw Luo Binghe open his mouth.

“My turn.”

Liu Qingge:

The loyal, arrogant, and strong man found in a cave by Shen Qingqiu, injured. He’s known for being hot-blooded and despising people who are weak. You could tell millions you were in a relationship with him and probably only eight would believe you.

This man just seems incapable to date as some say. Though you clearly deny that because you've seen his other sides.

He is hot-tempered, yes but that's because he sees smiling and happiness as a weakness. If you catch him smiling he’ll probably glare at you and blush. It's cute.

Today you felt like teasing him. You caught your partner sleeping under a tree, sitting up with his arms crossed like he was ready for anything.

You snuck to him and crouched down trying not to make noise. He probably already sensed your presence but doesn’t mind it because you're his beloved. Then all of a sudden. You bite his neck.

He goes absolutely shook and just stares as the situation finally hits him.

“D-did you just.” His eyebrows furrow in irritation but a blush crept on his cheeks and ears.

“Yes I did.” You smiled.

“The hell.?” He mumbles, rubbing the part you bit. “You're so incredibly weird.” He flushes deeper and all of a sudden grabs your face with one hand with a strong grip and kisses your lips roughly.

#cute #suggestive #romance #x reader #shen qingqiu #luo binghe #liu qingge #fluff #neck bite #bite #let me bite you

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sweepingboy · 10 months

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Another visit to The Ghost City results in Mu Qing's encounter with the weirdest guy.

He's handsome and wicked, dangerous and alluring and absolutely shameless.

"If you came here from heaven I understand now why people are so eager to ascend."

It takes general Xuan Zhen some time to realize the man is addressing him. He has no desire to deal with the insolent fool. Years as a servant have taught him how to deal with such situations, so he averts his eyes and hurries past. The other man chuckles.

"See you around, pretty."

Mu Qing barely bites back a retort.

True to the man's word they see each other again and again. Each time he compliments the god and Mu Qing ignores him getting away as fast as possible but the weirdo seems to find it amusing. It's almost like he's preying on him at this point and it's driving Mu Qing mad.

So the next time he sees the silhouette of a man he holds his gase, ready for a confrontation.

"What a pleasure to meet you again-"

"How dare you" - Mu Qing interrupts before some filth spills out from his mouth.

"Mighty general Xuan Zhen finally spared me a glance" his lips stretch into a saccharine sweet smile, revealing fangs.

"So you know who I am. You've gotten my attention. What is your business?"

"I just can't help myself when I see a beaty."

"Cut this off. What do you want"

"I'm just saying hi" - his smile seems to be getting even more unnerving.

Mu Qing grinds his teeth - "Name yourself"

"I apologise for my impoliteness, my Lord, I'm Luo Binghe. Glad to finally introduce myself to you"

He offers his hand and Mu Qing reaches out to shake it, but the man deftly grabs his wrist and presses his lips to the soft skin. Fires dance in his eyes as Mu Qing forgets how to breathe in outrage.

Shameless, oh, so shameless!

#bingqing #mu qing #tgcf mu qing #tgcf #tgcf headcanon #svsss #luo bingge #luo binghe #bingge #i wasnt kidding guys #not sorry for any mistakes #english is not my first language

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icejello · 8 months

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Anyways svsss au idea but it's The Little Mermaid, it's not gonna follow the original story per se. Who's the little mermaid? Luo Binghe ofc, he's been BEGGING his dad (yes it's tianlang-jun) to let him go up to the human world but his dad said noooo bcs humans are dangerous (is it bcs binghe's mom was actually human and they killed her with the reasoning that she betrayed humanity by being with mermaids? Um sorry Su Xiyan but you will have to be dead in this one).

It's not like life is that dull for little binghe, there's his older cousin zuzhi-lang and there's also his friends mobei-jun and sha hualing but none of them seems that interested in exploring the human world and he's just so CURIOUS.

And on his 17th bday he practically begged his father to just let him take a peek and he promises he won't go alone, he'll bring his friends and his cousin can join too for extra measure! Surely it won't be that dangerous, right? Tlj finally gave in but on the one condition that binghe must NOT interact with any of the humans.

Binghe is thrilled! He went up and the sun was just setting and the sky was such a beautiful color. And then he noticed the ship. It was majestic, huge, he's seen wreckage of them on the sea bed but he NEVER saw them actually sailing on water and he was awed. He didn't expect a more breath taking sight could ever appear in that same moment but it happened and he saw a young man standing on the ship. He was beautiful with a smile on his lips as he stared out into the ocean.

But then disaster strikes! A sudden storm appeared and the ship somehow got damaged. There was yelling everywhere and binghe wanted to swim over and help but his cousin held him back bcs he promised his father he would not interact with the humans. But then he saw the pretty man fall from the boat and he ignored everything else to go and save that stranger. He managed to save the man and laid him at the beach where he hoped someone would find him.

Zuzhi-lang immediately dragged all of them back as soon as binghe was satisfied that the human would be safe. He didn't hesitate to report it to his uncle and his father got angry (he was worried). Binghe argued that it wasn't just him! He saw mobei save a man too! But mobei never made any promise to not interact with a human so that excuse did not work.

As soon as he could get away, he immediately went to the beach where he had left the man but he wasn't there! Binghe was stressed, did something happened to him? He was tempted to go on land to check it out but someone pulled him back and he's surprised to see mobei glaring at him. His friend asked him what he's thinking and binghe admitted he was worried about the man that he had saved. After having to watch binghe continuing to look increasingly and obviously nervous, mobei could not stand it anymore and asks him why he didn't just use his power to disguise himself as a human.

This surprised little binghe ofc bcs what? Power to disguise himself as human? That's the first he's heard of it. Mobei just explains how the mermaids from the royal blood line all have a special power to turn themselves into human but it doesn't last long and they need to always return to the sea or they would turn to a sea foam and that the disguise can easily be ruined if they come in touch with water bcs scales would show up.

Binghe is intrigued, he's curious, he's excited, he's nervous. He begged mobei to teach him and he only agreed to it after binghe would not shut up about it the whole way back. Now binghe is a great learner, it didn't take him long to learn it and the next day he immediately went up to look for the pretty stranger. Mobei-jun pointed out to him a spot where some clothes are hidden bcs as mbj said "he can't walk around naked" and binghe has no idea how mbj knew about those hidden stash of clothes but he didn't question it bcs there are more important things at hand!

Walking with legs felt weird ofc, this was a first for him. He struggled and practiced to find his balance and when he was confident enough, he went deeper into the land to look for the stranger. It wasn't long before he reached a city and he was mesmerized. The buildings looks nothing like what he's ever seen in the sea, there's so many ppl walking around, he sees little children running around playing, there are writings that he's never seen of and he momentarily forgot what he was there for. Binghe reminded himself that he's there for a mission and he shouldn't stay there too long.

He walked around, he didn't know where to start, there's so many ppl and it's such a big place, where does he even start with? But then he passed by a group of ladies and they were talking about how handsome the young man they just passed is. Binghe didn't question it and immediately ran towards the direction the ladies came from. He almost ran pass but stopped dead in his track when he finally caught sight of the pretty stranger sitting under a tree. He had a slightly annoyed look on his face and had a small frown as he listened to the young man sitting beside him ramble on.

Binghe watched, rooted in spot, as the stranger lightly smacked the other guy with a hand fan. He heard the guy call him something that sounded like "cucumber-bro" and the only thing he could think of was the sea cucumbers. Binghe must've made a sound in confusion because the both of them suddenly turned to look at him. It caught him off guard and he immediately turned to run away when he saw the pretty stranger opened his mouth to say something but instead he ran into another young man and fell down. The young man glared down at him and he heard the pretty man tell him to leave him alone. Binghe felt like his voice is as lovely as his face.

Binghe ran away as fast as he could but he managed to hear something about that newly arrived young man as the pretty man's fiance. It didn't make that much sense to binghe, they didn't look like they were a couple if anything it seemed like there's an air of awkwardness between them! That was when he passed by a few ppl talking about how lucky it is for Liu Qingge to save a pretty man like Shen Yuan and immediately got his hand in marriage as a reward. Someone interjected that Shen Yuan is the lucky one bcs Liu Qingge is obviously a very beautiful guy with great fighting skills. Now little binghe did not know who those people who was mentioned were but he could sense they were talking about the pretty stranger and that guy he ran into! Personally, binghe thinks that whoever marries Shen Yuan is obviously the lucky one, it's not like that guy Liu Qingge looks THAT good! But there were more important details from the conversation that he just heard! Lqg is marrying Shen Yuan bcs he saved him but he didn't! It was Binghe that saved the pretty guy! So if anything, it should be HIM that marries the pretty guy!

Binghe realized it was late and went back to the sea feeling annoyed. How could someone just CLAIM they did something they didn't?! He knew his father would be anxious at him disappearing for so long and would be angry if he knew where he actually was but now is not the time! Binghe escaped to the land every chance he can and sometimes he would find Shen Yuan there at the tree again but sometimes he would have to go home with nothing. Binghe ranted and complained to his friends. How is that fair? It was him that saved Shen Yuan why does someone else get to be rewarded for it! They're tired of his whining about someone else marrying his little crush and shl accidentally suggested that binghe goes visit the sea witch.

Binghe didn't understand, he's heard of the sea witch but he doesn't need powers to be able to turn himself into human. But when he heard about how he could try asking the sea witch for a spell that would let him stay longer on land without water ruining his disguise, he was determined. Mbj glared at shl for that suggestion and she realized her mistake when she saw the determined look on binghe's face. Luo Binghe is a prince and the only child of tlj, what would happen if he found out that they told his son to go make a deal with the sea witch? He would kill them! They tried to change his mind but he would no longer listen to them, he was set on being able to tell Shen Yuan the truth.

A deal comes with a price and binghe lost his ability to talk bcs of it. He's not mute, he's just no longer able to talk unless he gets true love's kiss. He rushes to land and as luck would have it, ran head first into Shen Yuan. He was kind enough to help little binghe up and he immediately recognized him as the boy that's always watching him but would immediately run away if he was spotted. Shen Yuan tried to ask him for his name but lbh despaired when he realized that he could not tell him. Shen Yuan thought Binghe was an orphan because he didn't respond when he asked about where he lives despite seemingly able to understand him.

Shen Yuan took Binghe under his wings and realized hey, this kid seems to not know that many things. He didn't seem to understand a lot of things at the house, even the most basic and simplest things. Shen Yuan tutors teens and kids in his spare time, either teaching them academics or some self defense skill, so it didn't bother him to have another new boy to teach. Though it seemed like the boy is not able to speak, he does learn quickly and it wasn't long before he was able to tell Shen Yuan who his name is through writing. Shen Yuan enjoys the times he spent with his new disciple, he seemed to get along well with the other 2 older kids that often gets tutored by Shen Yuan too. Actually, Luo Binghe seemed to get along with everyone just fine except for one person, Liu Qingge.

Shen Yuan's parents keeps pushing him to set the wedding date but he keeps pushing it back bcs he wasn't ready. He was grateful ofc that Liu Qingge saved him but it wasn't him that decided to get married as a reward! That was his parents! And some things doesn't make sense to Shen Yuan, Lqg claimed to only found him at the beach, he denies being the one to save him but if that was the truth then who saved him? But his parents took it as lqg only being modest and now they're both stuck in this engagement. Still, as stressing as everything is, binghe felt like a breath of fresh air to him. Truly, he never met a guy like that, he doesn't seem to understand a lot of things when he first arrived but he didn't seem dumb.

How long would it take little binghe to finally reveal the truth to shen yuan? Will he ever confess? Will Shen Yuan reciprocate his feelings? Well that will all be revealed if i actually do write this.

#svsss #bingqiu #svsss au #if you're wondering who the guy that mbj saved was and tried to guess it then you're right #it is shang qinghua #and the clothes were from him too #you might be wondering why I'm using the name shen yuan instead of shen qingqiu #well it's bcs the parents i mentioned earlier for shen yuan are actually yue qingyuan and shen jiu #you can try to take that away from me bcs i would NOT let that idea go #and ofc since it's me i would not hold back from sprinkling some angst in this #am i going to make bingyuan go through the same problem and tianxi back then? y-#long post #sorry for it being so long #i didn't expect it either #but here take it if it's anything

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svsss-fanon-exposed · 8 months

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Exposing SVSSS Fanon: 21/∞

SHEN YUAN'S ORIGINAL BODY LOOKED VERY SIMILAR TO SHEN QINGQIU'S

Rating: FANON - CONFLICTING

A widely accepted potrayal in fanworks is that Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu have a similar enough appearance to appear as if they were the same person, or at least closely related to one another. While this depiction provides for an exploration of a lot of interesting and entertaining plots, it actually contradicts the novel's text.

When Shen (Yuan) Qingqiu first examines his appearance after transmigrating, he notes the following:

It was a fine-featured face with pitch-black eyes and brows, thin nose and lips, and a most scholarly air. Combined with a slender body and long legs, he could more or less be considered beautiful. Though his real age was unclear, this was a cultivation novel: Shen Qingqiu had achieved Mid Core Formation, which meant he’d perfectly preserved his youthful appearance. He was certainly many times better-looking than Shen Yuan’s headcanon for him. (7 Seas, Ch. 1)

Notably, there is no comparison in this original assessment to Shen Yuan's original body. It would be expected that when one transmigrates into a different body with no relation to their own, the new body wouldn't resemble their original one that much, and that it would be somewhat surprising and notable if it did. Therefore, it could be argued that because Shen Qingqiu does not note any resemblance at this point, that there is little to no resemblance to be seen. However, it's also possible that he simply wasn't thinking too much about his former appearance at this time, and didn't make any comparisons because of that.

More telling, however, is the description of the body he created with the Sun Moon Dew Flower Mushroom:

The human cast they used had been based on his former appearance as Shen Yuan. It didn’t compare to Shen Qingqiu’s immortal poise, but it wasn’t a bad mortal container. It just had a bit of a certain listlessness—the listlessness of a worthless pretty boy idling his life away. But because he’d used some of his blood while cultivating the Dew Mushroom, a touch of foreign influence was inevitable. When Shen Qingqiu tumbled to the side of a creek and used a sharp mountain rock to scrape away his whiskers for a look, his new face was still three or four parts of ten similar to Shen Qingqiu’s. Without a word, he re-pasted the whiskers onto his face. (7 Seas, Ch. 9)

Here it is clearly noted that the mushroom body's resemblance to Shen Qingqiu is due to the influence of Shen Qingqiu using his current body's blood to cultivate it. Even then, it is only a 30-40% resemblance, which is far from identical. Without that influence, the mushroom body, and thus Shen Yuan's original body, would have likely barely resembled Shen Qingqiu's at all.

Furthermore, when Sha Hualing captures Shen Qingqiu to use as a vessel for Luo Binghe's cultivation, she is already aware that Luo Binghe specifically does not want to use cultivators who resembled Shen Qingqiu.

Who could have known that the vessel she had settled on this time would also coincidentally share some similarities with that fucking Shen Qingqiu’s eyes and brows! This was definitely another violation of Luo Binghe’s major taboo! (7 Seas, Ch. 10)

The resemblance between Shen Qingqiu and the mushroom body was slight enough that Sha Hualing didn't notice the resemblance on first glance-- only Luo Binghe, who had spent much more time with Shen Qingqiu, was able to catch it.

Worth noting here as well is the phrase "eyes and brows." In Chinese, this is 眉眼， and while literally it does mean "eyes and brows," 眉眼 also refers to physical appearance in general. So this may describe the specific features where the mushroom body is similar to Shen Qingqiu's, but it is equally likely (and this is how I read it) that it does not refer to specifically his eyes and brows but rather that there was just some similarity in his looks.

In conclusion, it can be said that canonically, the original body of Shen Yuan didn't really look like Shen Qingqiu at all, despite popular depiction. Of course, if the premise of a fanwork revolves around that physical similarity-- for example, if Shen Yuan and Shen Jiu were being portrayed as identical twins-- then just like any other aspect of canon, this one can also be bent and altered in order to fit the story being told. Nonetheless, it is good to remember that this depiction still contradicts canon.

#fanon exposed #conflicting #shen qingqiu #shen yuan #shen jiu #svsss

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web-novel-polls · 7 months

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Five Love Languages of Danmei: Biting Bracket

Zhaowen from Tu Fei Gong Lue / The Bandit’s Strategy

Characters: Zhao Yue and Wen Liunian

Submission:

So I know the translation isn't there yet (the TL isn't even up to them getting together they're slow-burny like that...) but after they do get together and after Wen Liunian gets over Some Stuff, it's mentioned several times that he bites Zhao Yue when they fuck. Then again, if I had a man with big pretty badonkers, I would also chomp on that shit...

Bingqiu from The Scum Villain’s Self-Saving System

Characters: Luo Binghe and Shen Qingqiu (Shen Yuan)

Submission:

Shen Qingqiu mentions several times that Luo Binghe kissing him feels like he's trying to bite his lips off... it counts, right?..

["Anti-Propaganda" that attacks other characters is NOT allowed. Please only give reasons to vote FOR a character/ship.]

#zhaowen #tu fei gong lue #the bandit's strategy #bingqiu #svsss #mxtx #polls #danmei #danmei love languages tournament #danmei biting bracket #danmei biting bracket round 6 #queue

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redjayson · 6 months

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Think of the baby?? 👀

I have in point of fact not been thinking about the baby near as much as it deserves! poor abandoned child 😭

what's that knitting term? frogging? I think I'm going to end up doing that with this fic, because I'm not quite vibing with it as is and there's no quick fix to change it other than a full rewrite. however! that historically works pretty well for me (see: it's you I find like a ghost in my mind or even the pale morning sings) and I keep the original copies for comparison/line-stealing.

that being said, there's still some fun stuff in there! I will allow this fic/brainchild of ours to grow up eventually

"Is Shijie sure we shouldn't leave them to fend for themselves?" Luo Binghe whispers to her. "Binghe," Ning Yingying chides. "Rude!" "We'll find them a safe spot,” Luo Binghe says. "Shijie knows somewhere for them to stay, doesn't she?" Ning Yingying presses her lips together, because Luo Binghe is right, of course. She does know multiple spots within Jue Di Gorge where it would be safe for such weak disciples to hole up safely until the Immortal Alliance Conference ends. Specifically the [meadow where that stupid flower is], but they've passed several other locations that would be easily defensible via talismans or even the simple use of a sword. "Shijie will never get to see all the monsters in the Gorge if we have to keep Huan Hua's disciples with us," Luo Binghe coaxes. He knows Ning Yingying's weaknesses, drat him. Ning Yingying hadn't explicitly told him her plan of focussing less on the competition in favor of seeking out the more interesting monsters, but Luo Binghe is perfectly well aware of where her interests lie. "I was never going to be able to see them all anyway," Ning Yingying grumbles. "Jue Di Gorge is too big."

#my fic #julia writes #ask prompt

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nyoomerr · 2 months

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May I request another mer AU drabble but this time Shen Qingqiu is a merman? Whether Binghe is a human, merman or octobing is up to you

aye aye cap'n 🫡 warnings on this one for what is definitely a more violent sort of atticwifing

(also i still have like 3 more mer related drabble requests in my inbox, y'all are really into the mer AUs rn huh?? very nice)

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There’s a mer following Luo Binghe.

He’s been following Luo Binghe since he was a child, a guardian angel of the sea. Luo Binghe used to throw himself overboard just to feel the mer’s gentle touch as he’d drag him back to the surface; at night he’d poke at the little pinpricks in his skin from where the mer’s claws had made him bleed despite the gentle way he was held.

That was years ago, though. Luo Binghe hasn’t seen the mer in a long, long time. One time he fell into the ocean - a genuine accident, that time - and the mer wasn’t there, and then the mer was never there, ever again.

For a kid who hadn’t felt a kind touch from a human since his mother had died, the loss of that mer’s rescues had been a devastating loss.

When Luo Binghe had realized the mer was still there, and still following Luo Binghe - occasionally leaving out little shells for him, or scaring off sharks when Luo Binghe had to get in the water to scrape barnacles off the ship - the loss had begun to feel more like a betrayal.

The mer hadn’t abandoned Luo Binghe - he’d only grown distant, only decided that helping Luo Binghe was only worth it if he never had to touch him.

Was the mer’s assistance only out of pity, then? Or perhaps just some sort of animal curiosity?

The friend that Luo Binghe had imagined himself to have, as a kid struggling to survive the life of an orphan on a pirate ship - did he ever exist, or had it just been a foolish projection of human motivation onto a creature acting on whims that Luo Binghe could never understand?

It wasn’t the worst thing that had ever happened to Luo Binghe; not by a long shot. For as long as the mer would keep following him, though, it would itch at him, a problem that was never quite resolved.

Fine, then. Luo Binghe is a long way away from the little orphan kid just trying to survive the high seas, now. If there’s a problem that itches at him, he’ll scratch it until it bleeds.

Once he sets his mind on it, it only takes three days before his crew manages to catch the mer.

Luo Binghe stands over him now, taking in the sight of him. Before now, he’d only ever managed glimpses, and his memories of being held by the mer as a child had grown fuzzy. Dragged onto the deck of the ship, the mer is far larger than Luo Binghe had thought: the human head and torso were roughly the same size as Luo Binghe’s, but the mer’s tail was so long it seemed more like a serpent’s than a fish’s.

He’s pretty, too - more than just the way his scales glint in the light, or the way the rope of the net digs into his skin in a way that makes him look so soft Luo Binghe could take a bite out of him.

The delicate bridge of his nose, the slant of his eyes, the sharp line of his jaw - Luo Binghe wants to cut him into little pieces to eat almost as badly as he wants to have him stuffed in one beautiful, elegant piece.

The mer had stopped thrashing in the net when he’d seen Luo Binghe approach, though his chest is still heaving with the exertion of it. Luo Binghe watches the frantic rise and fall of it for a long, hypnotizing moment before deciding he’d like to inspect the mer even closer before deciding what is done with him.

“Hello there,” Luo Binghe croons, kneeling down in front of the mer.

The mer watches him with intelligent, panicked eyes, but makes no sound in return.

“You’ve known me for a long time, now,” Luo Binghe says evenly. “Do you remember my name, from back when I used to try and speak with you?”

The mer licks his lips, a nervous tick that reveals what looks like two separate rows of needle-sharp teeth.

“...Binghe,” the mer says eventually. His voice has a reedy, inhuman quality to it, but the tone of it does not surprise Luo Binghe nearly as much as the sound of his name does.

So you didn’t forget me, he thinks almost viciously. You didn’t forget, and you were listening.

He doesn’t give the mer the satisfaction of hearing those thoughts, though.

“And you? Do you have a name, or should I call you as I please?”

This time, the mer remains silent.

Luo Binghe hums, assessing the mer from beneath lazy, half-lidded eyes. “I’ll give it some thought, then,” he says. “I’ve got all the time in the world with you now, after all.”

The mer’s fins twitch, his eyes slipping away from Luo Binghe to look for some means of escape.

Luo Binghe decides quite quickly that he doesn’t care for the mer to look away from him.

“You seem able to breathe air just fine,” he says, louder than the soft voice he’d been using before. “And you can speak like a human, too.”

The mer’s eyes flick to him again, then back away. Luo Binghe narrows his eyes.

Slowly, he leans towards the mer, reaching out with one hand. The net keeps the creature pinned to the deck of the ship, but it wouldn’t stop him from snapping Luo Binghe’s fingers off if he got too close.

Luo Binghe brings his hands to the mer’s gills anyway. The mer does not try to bite.

“If you can breathe air just fine,” Luo Binghe says, his fingers tracing the delicate lines of the mer’s gills. “I wonder: what do you need these for?”

The mer makes an aborted, panicked movement to jerk away from Luo Binghe’s hand. Luo Binghe catches him by the throat, his fingers sinking into the mer’s gills to keep the hold firm, and the mer goes entirely limp.

“...Binghe,” The mer says, his voice soft and nearly pleading.

Luo Binghe relaxes his grip. He does not pull his fingers away from the mer’s gills. Instead, he runs his fingers along them, his touch firmer than before, and slowly - so, so slowly - pushes one finger inside.

“I think,” Luo Binghe says softly, “that I could take these away, and then you’d never have the chance to hide from me again.”

Luo Binghe flicks his gaze up from the mer’s gills, stretched painfully around Luo Binge’s finger, to meet his eyes.

The mer’s pupils are blown huge. He looks more human like this, without his eyes peering at Luo Binghe through a snake’s slitted pupils.

Slowly, Luo Binghe withdraws his hand.

“Well,” he says. “I have time to think about it.”

#oughghgouh <- my thoughts as i envisioned the gill scene tbh won't lie that was for me and me alone #hope you liked it tho 😂 ty for playing!#svsss #bingqiu #fic drabble

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