#shen yuan

[shrimpchipsss]

dragon binghe greets shizun

for RileyKitty for SVSSSAction

[sunderwight]

SV Malevolent AU where, due to a system error (Shen Jiu not actually dying from the qi deviation? Mu Qingfang being present and resuscitating him in time maybe?) Shen Yuan ends up only half-possessing SJ by gaining control of his eyes.

SJ, of course, fully believes that he's been possessed by a demon and wants to evict the creature in question as soon as possible. However, he's still a paranoid bastard before anything else, so his first attempt is to just quietly do it himself after chasing Yue Qingyuan and anyone else away from his house. He doesn't want either a reputation for being weak and susceptible to possession, or one for having ties to demonic influence. There's enough grime on his reputation and the ONE thing he has confidently never been at risk of adding to it was consorting with demons, and he'd like to keep it that way.

Except, of course, Shen Yuan's not a demonic spirit, so none of the efforts to "evict" him actually work. Much to Shen Yuan's relief. A blind cultivator is still plenty formidable, but after a few days of deadlock over the issue, and with Shen Yuan fully in control of Shen Jiu's eyesight but otherwise unable to do much, Shen Yuan negotiates with the system (which SJ cannot perceive at all) to be able to tell Shen Jiu some things. Enough to get him to do something other than crack and run out of his house to let the other peak lords try their hands at ousting SY.

He tells Shen Jiu that he's not a demon (not for the first time, not that SJ believed him) but that he IS a spirit from another realm, and that he got turned around somehow on his way to try and warn this world about an impending catastrophe. SJ is naturally still suspicious, but after SY provides him with enough tidbits of information to verify that he's not completely lying, he decides to at least entertain the idea that SY isn't a demon and that a more nuanced approach is called for (also this route is appealing for him because it means he can still avoid telling anyone else that there's anything wrong with him).

Thus, uneasily, the two Shens reach a truce. Shen Yuan offers to help SJ navigate the world by describing things to him (within the privacy of their now-shared mind, of course), and SJ just sort of gives up on destroying him. For now.

Shen Yuan also, of course, tries to stop SJ from abusing Luo Binghe. Both because he would do that regardless, but also because he's now co-piloting SJ's body, which means he has a vested interest in making sure it retains all of its limbs. This has varying degrees of success.

But mainly I think this would be hilarious because Shen Jiu would essentially be held hostage to Shen Yuan's descriptions of things. Flowery, detailed and fascinated descriptions of monsters (at least these are useful because SY also has encyclopedic knowledge of their weak points). Largely vibes-based descriptions of scenery and women. Glowing assessments of Luo Binghe. Constantly bringing up Liu Qingge's beauty. Shen Jiu doesn't need his own shidi described! He knows what the asshole looks like! Go possess his body instead if you like it so much! (SJ was maybe kind of hoping that would happen when the spirit did something during the debacle in Lingxi Caves -- but no, SY just saved Liu Qingge's life, like some kind of not-evil creature. Infuriating!)

[crowlyne]

whenever both of them are two different people in a fic this is what i imagined them to look like.

I want them to look nearly identical but not really because their temperament shapes their faces even though they have similar face structure

[kabukipopink]

[greentrickster]

Real talk, at some point post-great god Airplane revelation, Shen Yuan's going to be dragging Shang Qinghua off for some proper bro talk, not to mention,

Shen Yuan: Okay, but for real, if you actually became a god and made this world and everything, why the hell were we stuck dealing with those shitty systems?!

Shang Qinghua: ...

Shang Qinghua: Okay, first off, I know I fucked up, and second I screwed myself over as much as you, so you have to promise not to be mad.

Shen Yuan: ...fine.

Shang Qinghua: Okay, so- you're going to laugh so hard, really, but, um.

Shang Qinghua: I thought it would be fun.

Shen Yuan: You what.

Shang Qinghua: Come on, bro, think about it! Transmigration stories are so cool, doesn't everyone have at least one fantasy in their life about transmigrating to another world and having adventures?! So I figured, hey, I'm going to seal off my memories and powers and shit anyway, so why not take the opportunity and have some fun with it...?

Shen Yuan: FUN-?!?

Shang Qinghua: (arms already up to block the incoming fan) I ALREADY ADMITTED I SCREWED UP, I DIDN'T MEAN TO MAKE THEM SUCH BULLIES, I'M NOT THE OMNISCIENT INFALLIBLE SORT-!!!

Shen Yuan: NO FUCKING SHIT, I'LL SHOW YOU 'FALLIBLE' LITTLE-!!!

Shang Qinghua: BRO, COME ON, I MADE THE WHOLE WORLD AND IT TURNED OUT MOSTLY OKAY, BE NICE, YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN'T BE MAD-!!!

Shen Yuan: I'M NOT MAD, I'M FURIOUS, IT'S COMPLETELY DIFFERENT YOU HACK AUTHOR!!!

Shang Qinghua: BROOOOOOOO-!!! TT_TT

[thesirencat]

My sixth prompt for SVSSS Gotcha for Gaza on twitter! Free liushen prompt, with happy ending for @/antimonia_(also on teitter). This time, SQQ is ambushed by his favorite shidi, and also, Xiao Liu!💖

[coolshadowtwins]

Au where Binghe drags ‘Peerless Cucumber’ to HHP to be his Qi battery, and Shen Yuan just goes with it, because what’s he supposed to do now that he’s been fed Heavenly Demon Blood? Run? No way!

This was fine for him, as long as Binghe never realizes who he actually was!

Except Binghe has been entering his dreams since he got there, mostly by accident. Binghe had been trying to find his Shizun’s dreams since he died, to get some proof of his soul out there, and now he’s finally found him!! Shen Yuan is panicking, but luckily he looks like Shen Qingqiu in the dreams, so Binghe should have no reason to suspect who he was.

Except Binghe is the protagonist, and incredibly smart (when he wants to be). He clocks immediately that Shen Yuan is Shen Qingqiu, except he doesn’t have all the facts here. Why would his Shizun, who was terrified of him last time they met, be so calm around HHP with him as SY?

The actual answer is because SY has less things to fear from Binghe in an immediate sense. The answer that Binghe comes to is that SY doesn’t remember being Shizun and that whatever soul transfer happened messed with his memory. This is not helped by Shang Qinghua, who, after being interrogated by Binghe, fearfully blurts out that yes! Yes that’s exactly what happened!

(SQH, being a bro. Or trying to, at least)

SY is told absolutely none of this.

Binghe then spends the next amount of time trying to jog his Shizun’s memory, both in dreams and irl, going to far as to drag LQG over to him! Of course, he doesn’t tell LQG what’s happening, or who SY, so that meeting dissolves into screaming quickly.

Binghe has also caught on to the long looks SY would send him, and the ‘romantic’ tension in the air. He comes to the conclusion that his Shizun loves him, but is too upright and moral to date someone he had taught. It couldn’t be because he was a demon, because SY doesn’t care. Maybe he had trauma from a demon? All this only had one solution!

Seduce SY so that, once Shizun gets him memory back, he would be forced to admit his feelings!

This plan ends horribly.

[meimikan]

Bunhe and his shizun <33

[habunnn]

continuing the magical girl trend by drawing binghe in cardcaptor sakura’s ‘catch you catch me’ outfit

this is the cutest binghe I’ve ever drawn

[ prompt by @bingbingblorbo for SVSSSaction ]

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keep reading for extra doodle of shen yuan’s reaction:

[miaoqing]

hmm realistically how do you think LBH would react to meeting SJ again, post canon?

i lowkey think that he wouldn't care at all? 😭 he won the idgaf competition a long time ago except for everything that has to do with SY. if it was some sort au where SY and SJ meet and become some degree of friendly, i think he would mostly just be annoyed that there's ANOTHER rat competing for sy's attention tbh

[sitimelur]

I saw someone point out how cumplane is pronounced almost exactly like 'complain' and I just couldn't think about anything else

[horsegirlwarcrimes]

I have come back am I allowed to ask about more WIPs from your list. I am so so curious about "Shen Yuan Gets Two Daemons", the intersection of daemons with transmigration is so interesting to me. (I may be back again later but I am trying once again to not do So Many Asks At Once)

omg thank u for the continued asks!!

for this fic, the concept is that when shen yuan transmigrates into shen qingqiu, he takes over the OGs body but not his soul. therefore ergo, shen qingqiu is gone, but his daemon is still there. shen yuan reluctantly makes a deal with the og scum villain's daemon—xiu ya won't turn him in for the body snatching if shen yuan works on finding a way to resurrect shen qingqiu. shen yuan's own soul is very excited to suddenly have a body of her own AND a bonus brother.

Shen Yuan returns to the world of the living with a scream.  Not his own, as it turns out. He awakens laying in bed, something warm and soft and weighty laying in his chest. There’s a soft thump thump thump that beats in time with his heart. For a moment, he feels perfectly at peace—like the best ASMR ever, sending tingles through his whole body and making every muscle relax.  That’s when the screaming starts.  Shen Yuan shoots up and instantly regrets it. The weight on his chest goes flying off with a discontented noise, and the room spins around him. He’s caught between a need to get up, to find and soothe the source of the sound, and an arresting vertigo that steals the air from his lungs. The result is him flailing half way out of bed in a tangle of—silk?  Two large, firm hands catch him around the shoulders.  “Shidi, please, stay in bed. Everything will be alright. I’ve called for Mu Qingfang. A-Su is doing what she can. Just stay still.”  Shen Yuan doesn’t recognize the latter name, but the former pings something in the back of his mind. He looks up blearily as those hands gently press him back into the mattress.  The man leaning over him has a broad, handsome face that, combined with the dark eyes and gentle, worried crease to his brow, immediately puts Shen Yuan in mind of his older brothers. He allows this to be his excuse for folding right away, letting himself be manhandled back into bed even as half of his brain is clawing for him to move, to help. He looks over the man’s shoulder, searching for the source of the agonized screaming. It sounds like someone is being murdered. What he finds is a sight his mind can’t fully comprehend. There is a large dog in a corner of the room with its paw holding something down. The thing under its paw is a shifting mass, leaking strange golden dust. One moment there is fur, then feathers, then scales. It screams all the while.  “What’s wrong with him?” Shen Yuan asks blankly.  “I’m not sure,” the man says, “but we are going to fix it.” His eyes look sad.  There is a little scrabbling noise, barely audible over the creature in the corner’s yelling. A fluffy white cat jumps onto the mattress and climbs up onto Shen Yuan’s chest.  “Ah,” he says, and his hands instinctively come up around her. She must be what he accidentally flung away before.  She makes a sleepy grumble and gets comfortable. Shen Yuan finds his energy and his ability to comprehend his surroundings fading rapidly, now that she is there, warm and solid in his arms. He bats away the human hand that reaches for his wrist absently.  “Xiao Jiu, that—”  The man next to the bed looks strangely horrified as he drifts off. Shen Yuan has no idea who he was talking to.

[notforsoul]

reverse transmigration AU (feat. modern fashion choices)

[letteredlettered]

Hi!!! I’d love to hear about Ming Fan :)

hahahahaha well you already know! But it's true we did talk about two Ming Fan fics.

This one has 6,000 words. I doubt I will have the patience to finish it, even though Tarnished Gold by prim_the_amazing made me want 30,000 other fics like it.

In this fic, Shen Yuan does not transmigrate into Shen Qingqiu's body. He instead transmigrates into Ming Fan's body, about 9 months before Shen Qingqiu is due to toss Luo Binghe into the Endless Abyss.

Here's a short excerpt that I think basically demonstrates the premise. The opening of the fic is that LBH is being tortured in the woodshed as a result of Ming Fan's bullying. When LBH gets out he hears that Ming Fan has fallen ill. He doesn't exactly care.

A few warnings: there's bullying, violent thought, and a number of OCs in this excerpt. Also, the narration is unkind to Ning Yingying--this is because LBH likes her well enough but doesn't really understand her behavior. The idea is that Shen Yuan would eventually shed light for Luo Binghe on why she does what she does, making her a far more relatable and comprehensible character for the reader. (And as in canon, NYY having someone around who treats her like an adult also helps NYY herself grow and change).

A week later, Ning Yingying came to visit while Luo Binghe mucked out the horses’ stalls. “Did you hear? Ming-shixiong is doing much better,” she remarked, sitting on a bale of hay, watching as he worked.

Ning Yingying never helped with the additional tasks always assigned to Luo Binghe. She’d tried to a few times in early days. She’d been reprimanded for it and Luo Binghe punished, though Luo Binghe being punished never seemed like a strong deterrent to her. At first, Luo Binghe had thought that she didn’t realize that they liked her, and that was why she also didn’t realize that evidence that she liked him resulted in hardship upon him. Gradually, he came to see that she just didn’t notice that her behavior could really have an effect on anyone who wasn’t her.

Once he asked her not to help him with the chores, she gave in easily. She really hadn’t liked doing them anyway.

When Luo Binghe said nothing, Ning Yingying went on. “They say he suffered memory loss as a result of the illness. Even some of his cultivation technique!”

Luo Binghe shoveled more of the dung into the wheeled cart. He had heard the same thing, but it didn’t really concern him much. Ming Fan’s cultivation had never been strong to begin with, even though his spiritual cultivation was still much stronger than Luo Binghe’s. It didn’t matter. Luo Binghe’s demonic cultivation, under the tutelage of Ming Mo, had already made him more powerful than Ming Fan would ever be.

“I’ve heard he’s been practicing with the little ones to relearn it,” Ning Yingying went on. “Shu-shimei, Mu-shimei, even San-shidi. He’s only twelve! Have you ever heard Ming-shixiong even speak to them?”

Ming Fan should have been speaking to them. He was Head Disciple, and Shu Mingxia, Mu Bailong, and San Nianzhou were Ming Fan’s youngest martial siblings. Ming Fan’s duty was to ensure that they were well tutored, but of course, Ming Fan had never done anything of the sort with Luo Binghe. He shoveled up another pile of dung.

“I just think it’s interesting,” Ning Yingying said, when Luo Binghe still didn’t reply.

“What’s interesting?” said a voice.

Luo Binghe paused, then slowly turned around.

Huo Yuhan, one of Ming Fan’s gang, stood in the doorway of the stables, flanked by two others. During Ming Fan’s illness, Huo Yuhan and these other two had carried on the thankless yet necessary task of insulting Luo Binghe, pranking him, assigning him extra work, and making sure he didn’t have enough to eat. “I said, what’s interesting?” Huo Yuhan demanded, swaggering into the stable. “Is it how much shit Luo-shidi can shovel? Because I’m interested in him shoveling more.”

“Huo-shixiong,” was all Luo Binghe said. He rested his hand casually around the handle of the shovel, imagining bashing it into Huo Yuhan’s head—but he already knew he wouldn’t do it. Patience, Meng Mo had counseled. The boys would rough him up. Ning Yingying would protest, and Luo Binghe would let them. Then he would go back to shoveling shit.

“Maybe it’s interesting whether you’re good for anything else,” Huo Yuhan said. “Tell me, Shidi, are you good for anything but shoveling shit? Maybe eating shit?”

“Huo-shidi,” said a quiet voice.

Luo Binghe shifted his eyes behind the trio, who all turned to look at the stable door entrance. Ming Fan stood there, looking a little pale. His mouth was a flat line.

Meanwhile, Huo Yuhan’s face broke into a wide grin. “Ming-shixiong! So glad you’re here. I was just asking Luo-shidi whether he wanted to eat shit. What do you think?”

“Shizun wants you.” Ming Fan’s eyes fell on the other two disciples flanking Huo Yuhan. “You as well.”

“What? What for?”

Ming Fan gave a slight shake of his head. “He didn’t say.”

“Well, fine,” said Huo Yuhan. “We can tell him how badly Luo-shidi is slacking.”

“Right,” said Fu Xuefeng, one of the other lackeys. “He’s barely shoveled anything.”

“You’re the ones who interrupted him,” Ning Yingying said irritably.

“We’ll tell him you said so.” Fu Xuefeng smirked, knowing that any time Shen Qingqiu heard about Ning Yingying defending Luo Binghe, the punishment doubled.

Luo Binghe kept his silence, hand still on the shovel.

“Why would we bother Shizun with reports about dung?” Ming Fan’s eyes were fixed calmly on the trio, as though Luo Binghe wasn’t even there. “I’m sure it’s beneath his notice.”

Huo Yuhan began, “But Luo-shidi hasn’t—”

“It’s beneath his notice,” Ming Fan said firmly. “Come along.” Ming Fan waited at the door until the other three had filed out, then turned and left.

He hadn’t looked at Luo Binghe once. He hadn’t looked at Ning Yingying either, which was far more strange. Ming Fan usually never passed up an opportunity to ridicule Luo Binghe, but perhaps Ming Fan had decided ignoring Luo Binghe and calling him beneath Shen Qingqiu’s notice was ridicule enough. But Luo Binghe couldn’t remember a time when Ming Fan hadn’t looked for an opportunity to ingratiate himself with Ning Yingying, even despite all these years of her disinterest. Did he think that acting like he was too good to care about dung shoveling was going to impress her somehow?

“Like I said,” Ning Yingying, tossing aside a piece of hay she’d been playing with. “It’s very interesting.”

[fistfuloflightning]

crow!wuxian and his (not so) little cabbage

[elegant-fan-twirl]

It's very important to remember that even if Shen Yuan can be said to be comparatively sweet and innocent in certain contexts, in any context, if you called him that to his face he would stare at you like you're mad.