#svsss fics

[mikkeneko]

Guess who wrote the thing!

Shen Yuan finds himself transmigrated into the last video game he played before his death -- the dungeon-delving, cult-building anthro hit game of the year, Immortal Lamb Crusader Way. Much to his dismay he finds himself in the role of the BBEG, the God of Death, He Who Waits -- Shen Qingqiu! Is there any way he can guide the protagonist, Luo Binghe, to level-up and victory without falling victim himself to the Lamb Crusader's blade?

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This fic is a crossover/fusion with the game Cult of the Lamb. You should not need to be familiar with the game in order to read this; Shen Yuan will deliver the important context bits in-story. But for the sake of having the correct visuals in mind, here is what the Lamb looks like:

Awww ain't he cute.

And here is what He Who Waits looks like (scale is correct):

Yes, he does have cat ears.

If I could draw, you can bet I'd love to see a Luo Binghe version of the Lamb, and also of Shen Qingqiu in his final form, but alas I cannot. Still, the visuals should be enough to start with. Enjoy!

[everwunder]

Shamelessly putting my SVSSS LiuShen Fic here:

Heartburns, Heartcries, Heartlines

Liu Qingge/Shen Yuan | Shen Qingqiu

Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū (one-sided)

Summary:

A string-like-qi was attached to his wrist. At the end of its line, Shen Qingqiu saw Liu Qingge. Nope, not happening, there is NO WAY the Great-Master, War God, The Righteous and Noble Bai Zhan Peak Lord was chasing him, Shen Qingqiu the Villain™. Quote unquote, Chasing him, Liu Qingge is the one who does the chasing. But you know Airplane's novel. Everything is damned to a certain doom.

Or,

Shen Qingqiu found out that Liu Qingge is fated, and deeply in love with him, of all people, in a world of thousand beauties. As Shen Qingqiu realized it, as Liu Qingge felt the tingle at a point of his wrist, Shen Qingqiu self-exploded.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54470464

Tags:

POV Multiple | Alternate Universe - Soulmates | Liu Qingge's typical courting attempts | Shen Qingqiu is confused af like 90 percents of the fic | some canon divergence elements

[10thmusemoon]

"Pride and Pest-ilence"

X-Posted from twitter and ao3 Rating: M Fandom: SVSSS Ship: MoShang (M/M) Word Count: 5,736 Tags: Comedy, c!blocked by administrative duties, ADP vs the sect, the horrifying ordeal of having coworkers

Summary:

An infestation has come to Cang Qiong Mountain sect. Shang Qinghua is so exhausted trying to resolve it and keep his disciples from actively committing (justified!) murder, why did Mobei Jun choose now of all times to try and seduce him?!

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Shang Qinghua is going to throw up. Mobei Jun is straddled above him, carefully peeling back his robes and running his hands over all his exposed skin. Groping shamelessly at the softness of his stomach, and chest leaving Shang Qinghua so hard that there is no way he doesn’t feel it. He definitely feels Mobei Jun pressing against his thigh. Just as Shang Qinghua is tensing up, anticipating the tongue descending down his chest, there’s a thumping at his door. Mobei Jun pauses for just a moment, long enough to meet his eyes in a question and receive a shake of a head for an answer. “Not unless the peaks are on fire.”

Undeterred, his king continues his descent and at the first touch of that cold tongue against his nipple he- -Is pushing Mobei Jun off the bed. The emergency alarm bell system he set up, the one only the sect leader or his head disciple can activate is going crazy.

They are only meant to activate it at the most crucial of emergencies, ones that need An Ding Peak’s immediate all hands on deck attention. In the 30 years he has been a peak lord, it has never gone off. Until now.

Shoving on his robes, he looks over at his king apologetically and places a finger to his lips. “My king this- this is an emergency! Just stay here for a moment, just a moment and I’ll find out what it is.”

Mobei Jun slumps back against the floor, the tent in his pants still obvious, and Shang Qinghua wants to cry at the sight of it. The promise land was so close!! Someone better be dying!!

Someone is not dying. It’s worse than that. Instead all of An Ding Peak is about to want to die and leave the sect in shambles and Shang Qinghua wouldn’t blame them.

It’s telling of the situation that beore he even has the chance to say anything, t his cute (terrifying) head disciple’s hand shoves through the crack in his door to yank at his sleeve. “Promise Shizun, promise me you won’t leave.” That’s not good!!! Not good at all!!

The last time she made him promise not to bail on the sect was when an enterprising pair of senior Zui Xian Peak disciples had exploded several barrels of wine, lit a store house, two dorms, and a whole orchard on fire. It had taken a full week to isolate the fires to a portion of the peak and another to  finally put them out. An Ding Peak disciples then spent three months of nonstop work reconstructing the lost buildings, helping salvage the orchard, and take inventory of what was lost.

An even then, Shang Qinghua's emergency wards had not been rung! So somehow... this is worse. Wu Zhao's fierce grip is threatening to tear his robes and he tries to pat at her hand comfortingly. Her expression only darkens. "This...master promises. What is it, what's happened?"

It's worse than anything Shang Qinghua could have imagined. After closing the door he's running back to his room to dig through his chest of items, there's- there has to be- "Qinghua." This will come in handy too and- "Qinghua!"

Spinning to face his bed, Shang Qinghua's anxiety momentarily shuts down and his brain shuts down. Mobei Jun is naked. On his bed. Shang Qinghua wants to cry. "My King, I...I cannot tell you how badly I want to stay, there is nothing more I want to do-"

Mobei Jun's expression is akin to that of a prize winning luxury cat coming across dollar store kibble. There is a stilted, and quite frankly offended, air to the way he pulls together his clothes. "Qinghua knows how to call this king." Aaaahh he's moping!!

Even the summoned portal feels a little dejected in it's wobbliness. -

An Ding Peak is at war. Shang Qinghua has worked day in and day out, his disciples are dropping one by one in exhaustion. Each is one poorly worded request away from murdering their off peak martial siblings. There's been an infestation.

Blinking Silver Crawlers have been brought to the sect. What was once a throwaway plot device to have Luo Binghe go on an Indiana Jones style quest to find an artifact in a lost library has become Cang Qiong Mountain Sect's nightmare. Specifically An Ding Peak's nightmare.

These insect on steroids eat all sorts of organic materials. Paper, wood, glue, cloth, you name it! And to make matters worst, they blink in and out of existence and reproduce at a rapid rate. Catching them is nearly impossible. They could be anywhere. The are everywhere.

The thing is, this shouldn't have happened. It shouldn’t have been possible. An Ding Peak has devised an extensive pest management system that has been integrated across all peaks and vendors. There isn't a single person that is exempt from participating in it, including the sect leader! There are pest logs, weekly sweeps, that are supposed to take place on each peak. There’s very detailed isolation procedures for new cargo brought up the mountains. There are specialized wards to deter insects that must be up kept!

Which means, someone hasn't been doing their due diligence to follow proper procedures and reporting practices. Shang Qinghua and his Hall Masters have resorted to confiscating the traditional An Ding Peak Welcome Knife that Wu Zhao gifts the new disciples after their first year. All it took was for a single incident of a disciple implying that It Wasn't That Serious for a sleep deprived group of An Ding disciples to go stab happy. Shang Qinghua doesn't blame them. Zhangmen-shixiong, however, does.

Zhangmen-shixiong can stick his morals where the sun doesn’t shine!!!! By the end of the first week since the infestation was reported, they've lost eight storehouses across five peaks!!! It has been, thankfully, mostly laundry houses, restock locations, and extra lumber. But there have been sightings near the libraries, which is a disaster waiting to happen. Cang Qiong Mountain sect is a purveyor of knowledge, all sorts of rare texts exist across all the highly specialized peaks. Everything from cultivation techniques to the last hundred years of farming history, to even the migration patterns of local fauna is stored in the libraries. And An Ding Peak is responsible for all of it.

In theory, each peak should be responsible for managing the upkeep and care of their own libraries. In reality, no one in this sect can be trusted to wipe their ass without an An Ding disciple telling them how and then doing it themselves when it isn't done correctly.

There is a reason why An Ding Peak’s head disciples have to be nominated by Hall Masters to even be considered for the position, and even then there is stress testing involved with in a rigorous apprenticeship regiment program. They have back ups. That's also why the An Ding Peak Lords are Like That.

It's a certain type of personality that can be the head of customer service, housekeeping, construction, negotiation, and IT all in one. Definitely no one sane and ethical can succeed in the position. It's one of the rare peaks where entitled nobles do not thrive, and are actually at a disadvantage. After so many years of this, it's not uncommon for the senior disciples to become cutthroat. Shang Qinghua sabotaged his way the top, and Wu Zhao has done the same.

That is the An Ding way. So, it is not an exaggeration to say that Shang Qinghua is acting in the capacity likened to that of a war general. Every morning he meets with his 12 Hall masters over giant map of all the peaks located in the An Ding meeting hall. They go over where the infestation has been spotted, what wards have been recently renewed, and what tactics have been tried (and failed) to quarantine locations.

There are daily report on the state of their disciples and the rising tensions among the other peaks based on who have clearly not been doing their part in the integrated pest management system.

Then, every evening, Shang Qinghua summarizes this knowledge to the other peak lords who have, quite frankly, an obscene range of understanding of the severity of the situation. Shang Qinghua wants to kill his martial siblings.

There is a meeting where Wei Qingwei, whose peak works mostly with inorganic materials, makes a joke about the pest logs and Liu Qingge comments implying that he didn't even know they existed. It makes Shang Qinghua sees red, leaves him wishing Luo Binghe had actually burned the sect down.

Before he has time to leap over the table and die at the end of Liu Qingge's sword, sweet beautiful Qi Qingqi is chastising them until they are shamefaced and silent. By the time he heads home at the end of each night, Shang Qinghua is nothing more than a pile of tension headaches stacked a top one another, and held together by a soggy noodle.

He is definitely, not in the mood to have rigorous demon sex with a Mobei Jun that keeps showing up in varying states of dress. Despite how he desperately wants to! Despite how Mobei Jun looks increasingly dejected and pathetic each time he turns him down!

Don't blame this servant, my king! Little Airplane cannot shoot towards the sky when existence is a prison and life is an insect fueled nightmare. No matter how nice your tits look in that sheer robe!

When Mobei Jun shows up with nipple piercings, intricate jewelry connecting the two heavenly peaks, Shang Qinghua turns around and leaves his house without a word. He's halfway to Qiong Ding Peak to resign when his head disciple catches him and drags him off to eat in the An Ding Peak communal cafeteria that has quickly turned into a 24 hour spot. It has developed all the liminal energy of a city diner that never closes. Surrounded by his crying, angry, disciples cursing the other peaks to the high heavens, Shang Qinghua feels truly seen.

By the fourth week, when cultivation manuals start to be devoured and the usual laundry services have come to a stall, the rest of the sect wakes up to the reality of the issue. An Ding Peak almost wishes they hadn't. Everyone has solutions. Everyone is so creative.

Some solutions are tame, if ineffective. Qian Cao disciples, sick of having their bandages devoured, start leaving out sticky traps in the hopes of deterring and capturing the insects. Which would be fine!!! If not for the Blinking part of Blinking Silver Crawlers.

The bastards get caught in the trap, blink out of existence next to it, then eat the glue trap. Mu Qingfang looks especially embarrassed at this development and all Shang Qinghua can do about is pat his favorite shidi on the back in sympathy.

And then there are the idiots. Zhangmen-shixiong, the coward, can't even tell Shang Qinghua himself when it happens. Instead, he sends his head disciple, the one he knows Shang Qinghua's head disciple has a soft spot for, with the message. In an attempt to make the environment inhospitable to the insects, Qiong Ding Peak disciples teamed up with both the beast peak and Zui Xian Peak to develop an alcohol based pesticide. It's highly flammable.

They lose food stores on two peaks to the flames, not the insects. When they dispatch An Ding disciples to, once again, control the fires, Shang Qinghua has to hold back his head disciple from going with them. To avoid a public execution, he steals her away to the noodle stall at the base of the mountain where they drown their sorrows in food and alcohol. Shang Qinghua is absolutely shit faced when Mobei Jun arrives that night. He isn't even trying to seduce him, this time. He's wearing his normal opened court robes when Shang Qinghua bursts into tears and buries his face in that beautiful chest. The cold does wonders for his headache and alcohol induced flush. Claws gently card through his hair as Mobei Jun holds him until he falls asleep.

A week later, Mobei Jun shows up with his chest heaving and flushed, clearly under the effects of an aphrodisiac of some sort. Shang Qinghua, having predicted this and prepared for this, grabs the all purpose healing spray he made and douses Mobei Jun until he portals away with all the dignity of a wet cat. Head pressed against his table, Shang Qinghua wonders at what his life has become.

The next day, after the morning meeting with his Hall Masters, Shang Qinghua receives news that Shen Qingqiu has returned to the peak and flies over to immediately. Cucumber bro has been gone for the majority of this nightmare and he needs his obsessive insights on these pests immediately. He's barely touched down on Qing Jing Peak when he sees the tell tale signs of disciples running around with their head's cut off. "Shishu! Shang-shishu! Wait!" "Is it a library?" They’ve started shutting some down on other peaks, if they have to do so for Qing Jing Peak then the shit really has hit the fan. "No but-" "Later then!"

He's barely touched down in front of the Bamboo House when a chill starts going down his spine. The screens are gone, eaten through by their tiny nightmares. The door frame is only barely there at all. "Uhhh, Cucumber -bro?" The door is partly open, unable to close due to the state of the wood, and there is the sound of movements coming from inside the house. Normally, all of this would be enough to warn Shang Qinghua away from entering. The last thing he needs is to be dragged into their deadly exhibition kink and yet- An ominous feeling has come over him. "Bro?" Cracking open the door further, his heart drops out of his chest.

The Bamboo House has been ransacked. Or better yet, invaded. The shelves that once held an assortment of scrolls are empty, the infrastructure of it barely standing. The low table they used to eat at is half gone, walls that once had beautiful tapestries draped elegantly across them are empty.

And in the middle of it all, is the remains of a cargo box.

Noticeably missing the bright green approval mark of An Ding Peak's containment and isolation procedures. Seconds after the shocking sight sets in, Shen Qingqiu rounds a corner and his frantic eyes tell Shang Qinghua everything he needs to know. "YOU!"

"Airplane- it's not- wait! WAIT!" Shang Qinghua excels at surviving, he has a healthy appreciation for not doing anything that puts him at risk. Especially when a certain protagonist is involved.

However. There comes a time in every man's life when he has to throw self-preservation to the wind and let instincts, an animalistic drive for vengeance, take over. This is that time for Shang Qinghua.

He has spent the better part of two months fighting for his life to keep the peaks standing. And he knows, he knows, how this is going to play out once everyone finds out. Yue Qingyuan, OG simp for Shen Qingqiu, will not even give him a slap on the wrist. (He thinks, bitterly, that Shen Jiu never would have let this happen.)

The only justice that will be served here will be at Shang Qinghua's hand. And so. Shang Qinghua tackles Shen Qingqiu.

For two immortal cultivators, their screeches are more suited to an elementary school's play ground. The stars have aligned for Shang Qinghua. He is not immediately murdered by the protagonist.

And so he bleeds every second of life dry to pull at Shen Qingqiu's hair and use that god forsaken fan to punctuate each of his words. "HOW! COULD! YOU!" It's not a question, not at all. "I didn't know!!! We had to leave so quickly!" "WE! HAVE! PROCEDURES!"

“Airplane! Stop! Stop- DID YOU JUST BITE ME?!” He did. He’s not proud of it. But also he kind of is.

The moment he feels the threatening aura of death enter the peak, Shang Qinghua calls on his escape vehicle. “My KING!” Mobei Jun, who has grown progressively desperate for Shang Qinghua’s attention, doesn’t hesitate to rip open a portal to him. Throwing Shen Qingqiu’s fan, and some strands of hair, back at him, he points two fingers to his own eyes and then back at the other transmigrator. “We’re not done here!” Then he steps through the chilling portal back to his room, where he proceeds to curse Shen Qingqiu to all heaven and hell. Mobei Jun, now used to these tirades, waits patiently on the bed for Shang Qinghua to run out of steam. When an appropriate stopping point presents itself, he shrugs off the top layer of his robe and opens holds out his open arms.

Like a moth to the flame, Shang Qinghua immediately changes course to end up in Mobei Jun’s arms. The Northern King forces him to lay down, holding him gently, though just tight enough to apply a comforting pressure. It’s not long before Shang Qinghua’s insults sputter out and he’s simply laying, face deep, against Mobei Jun’s sternum. Enjoying the moment, the demon rybs tiny circles into Shang Qinghua’s lower back until he relaxes further. “Junshang might kill me.”

That was nice while it lasted. Exhaling, Mobei Jun tries to keep the fear from his voice. “Why?“ “I bit Shen Qingqiu during our fight.” Ears twitching, Mobei Jun’s anxiety wars with his jealousy. “Did you break skin?”

Shang Qinghua lifts his head enough to rest his chin in the muscles of his chest instead of between them. The offended huffs of air give him an answer before Shang Qinghua can verbalize it. “I’m mad, not stupid.” Mobei Jun hums in the affirmative and they lay wrapped up in each other a little longer. When the emperor of the demon realm does Not come bursting through the door, he decides to push his luck and kiss and bite at the line of Shang Qinghua’s throat until he’s squirming with interest.

“My- My King!” Shang Qinghua’s heart is beating like a war drum through the artery in his neck, and together with his panting breaths, it’s the sweetest song Mobei Jun has ever heard.

Gaining in confidence at finally having a victory, he slowly worms a clawed hand between the yellow robes of An Ding Peak to massage and pinch at Shang Qinghua’s chest, relishing at how arches into the touch. That same hand starts untying his lover’s belt when Shang Qinghua completely stills.

“No, absolutely not.” Immediately, he retracts his hand and raise his gaze to Shang Qinghua’s panic stricken face. Afraid he’s done something wrong he also stills. “Shang Qinghua…” But Shang Qinghua’s gaze isn’t focused on Mobei Jun, instead it’s trained on the opposite wall.

“Not in my home!“

Shang Qinghua is going to Qi deviate. His leisure house has even more wards against pests than any of the libraries still standing. The only way this, this abomination he created, could have made its way in is if he brought it. From Shen Qingqiu’s infested home.

Scrambling, he tries to pull himself from Mobei Jun’s arms. He can’t- he can’t let this live!! There is too much at stake in his home for the sake of both the cultivation and demon realm. Strong arms only tighten further until he is flaying to get free.

“My King, let-LET GO!! I have- I have to Kill it!! Before it blinks away and it too late-“ It’s teleporting! Aahhh!!! In his struggle, he misses the way Mobei Jun’s pupils, which had been pleasant orbs of black only moments before, snap to the tiniest sliver of darkness. “Shang! Qinghua!”

A furious blast of cold air goes through the room, Shang Qinghua flinches and draws into his king’s chest for protection from the sting of it. A light tapping sound is heard and Shang Qinghua watches as a portal drops the lifeless bodies of four Blinking Silver Crawlers to the middle of his floor. “This is the plague you face?” The disdain, no the loathing, bleeds in Mobei Jun’s voice.

“The great Cang Qiong sect brought to their knees by Starlit Nuisances?” Shang Qinghua shakes from where his eyes remained glued to the immovable pile of insects. “What- no, no these are Blinking Silver Crawlers.” An offended sniff. “Qinghua doubts this King?”

“What! No, no my King of course not!” Rushing to placate Mobei Jun involves a lot of soft petting of his hair and face. “But, uh, what do you mean by… Starlit Nuisances?” “They’re children’s playthings.” They are, apparently, the Northern demon equivalent of rollie pollies.

Shang Qinghua has no choice but to lay there, mouth ajar, while his beautiful king explains that the menace of archivists in the south are nothing more than barometers for demon children’s qi.

His cousins from his mother’s tribe would predict where they would blink to next and open a portal to drop them at another location before they could do so. While the ice demons from his father’s side would create elaborate mazes to watch them escape out of. There is also, apparently, a specific temperature that will kill them instantly. Children would take turns freezing them at colder and colder temperatures until the loser would reach that temperature, finally killing the insect. Morbid but well…demons.

Mobei Jun, quite smugly, informed him that he had been the best at all these games, having always been in perfect control of his qi. Shang Qinghua indulgently nodded along and praised him despite remembering, vividly, the times he had frozen things unintentionally in their youth.

But also, hmm….. Slowly, a plan starts to formulate in his mind and the more he thinks on it, the more feasible it becomes. Shang Qinghua feels a satisfied smile stretch across his face.

Sliding his hands down that firm chest, pausing a moment for a nice long grope, Shang Qinghua pulls in closer as he dips his fingers beneath Mobei Jun’s belt. “My King,” he whispers, “tell me more about your qi control.”

Right before the peak lord meeting is set to start, Shang Qinghua gets one last kiss in and leaves behind a happily purring and disheveled Mobei Jun in his bed. Despite the obvious strain in his legs, there is a spring in his step and he feels the lightest he has in years. Not even Luo Binghe’s glowering face, just outside the door to the meeting, is enough to deter his mood. Well, mostly. “Shang-shishu.” !!!!!!! So he’s not dying anytime soon! Cucumber must feel really, really, guilty. Perfect!

Elated, he grins back at the demon emperor whose life he’s about to ruin and bounces his head in the imitation of a nod. “Luo-shizhi! So good to see you!” When he steps into the meeting, all his sect sibling look various degrees of exhausted. Shen Qingqiu, he notices, has already pulled out his fan to hide behind. A quick glance over at Yue Qingyuan’s smiling, and tired, face tells him everything he needs to know about whether the truth has been revealed. Perfect!!!

Discretely, he sends a hand signal to the An Ding disciples in charge of catering this meeting and waits for them to sign back the affirmative. The leading disciple approaches him with an aid of nervousness and says, loud enough for everyone to hear:

“This disciple regrets to inform Shizun that the kitchen in charge of the meal tonight was also infested and, well, there will be no food for this meeting.” The downcast look of embarrassment deserves a Golden Rooster!! He loves his little scammers!

Paying careful attention to the discontent grumble of his martial siblings, Shang Qinghua squeezes his disciple’s shoulder with one hand, and taps a practiced pattern against it with his fingers. His disciple nods silently.

“This shizun understands, there’s nothing to be done about it! It’s a good thing all peak lords practice inedia.” They do, but everyone prefers to eat when stressed! The deep sighs around him seem to agree.

“Take the rest of the evening off and go get some rest, if the work schedule is correct, I’m certain the disciples beneath you are all on their 15th hour of work cleaning this mess.”

They’re not, Shang Qinghua’s work schedule for disciples has become so elaborate to ensure they weren’t dropping from exhaustion anymore. But the guilty looks of the peak lords around him means they don’t know that.

Reaching into his bag, he pulls out a jade ring stamped with his seal. “Take this to head disciple Wu and inform her to start Emergency Gold Procedures for tomorrow morning. Any non-essential An Ding disciple is having a late start, we’ll follow up with the rest later after the morning meeting.”

The dramatic gasp his disciple lets out before running off is enough to draw everyone’s attention to him. He’s a little breathless when he says,“Yes Shizun, right away!” Whatever they think is happening is almost certainly wrong.

Emergency Gold Code, as An Ding disciples know, simply means “Shizun is about to spoil you lavishly so be good and be quiet.” It was only partially made up so Shang Qinghua could bribe his disciples into cooperating when in front of non An Ding ears. The other part was an excuse to embezzle-ahem- appropriately distribute sect funds to spoil himself and his disciples. Shang Qinghua may no longer be broke but he’ll never forget what it was like to be the little guy being pushed around! (Though in some ways he still is.)

Yue Qingyuan’s kindly, yet punchable, face is trained on him when he turns around. “Is everything alright, Shang-shidi?” Humming, Shang Qinghua goes to his seat and only winces slightly at having to kneel. Maybe they were too enthusiastic earlier.

“There’s been a development in the case.” The despair in the room is palpable, the last Development In The Case involved losing another two laundry storehouses and a year’s worth of supply of talisman paper. Sealant glue and corks devoured, they also lost a storehouse of wine.

“An Ding Peak has lost five storehouses, three of which provide food for the sect.” They haven’t. Airplane always thought it was a dumb oversight to have the supply guy and money guy be the same person. Yeah he wrote it in, and it’s served him and the OG nicely, but logistically, it makes no sense. “So we will continue rationing procedures until the sect’s quarantine is over.” Hesitant, Qi Qingqi asks, “Shang-shixiong, will the procedures….worsen?”

Looking around the room, he catches the grimaces of several peak lords who were not vigilant in following the pest management system. It is not a coincidence that their food rationing has been more on the bland side of things. Those that did exceptionally well maintaining their logs, and proved to be helpful, and decent to the An Ding disciples during this time, have ended up with what is considered a more normal delivery of food. On the down low, of course. Qi-shimei owes Liu Mingyan her fucking life.

With a genial smile, he says. “No shimei, things will continue as they have been.” Relief washes over her and she nods a thanks. Liu Qingge, who has been bound to the peak until the quarantine lifts, pipes up. “When can we leave?” Which is just what Shang Qinghua needed.

Bai Zhan Peak has been hit especially hard by the flavorless food rationing, a slowdown in repairs and laundry services, the peak quarantines, and the suddenly stab happy An Ding disciples. Wu Zhao has received no less than 6 marriage proposals. She only stabbed four of them too! From what his sources say, the Qiong Ding head disciple started sulking after the second proposal. Oh young love!

So when Shang Qinghua replies, “Soon, shidi.” He is amongst the most eager to sit up at attention. Ever their fearless leader, Yue Qingyuan is the one to ask, “Is An Ding Peak close to solving this matter?”

Shang Qinghua’s smile and tone stay warm, as if nothing can touch him in this moment.

“Yes, Zhangmen-shixiong,” here he pauses for dramatic effect, just long enough to let the peak lords work themselves up. “After finding out the infestation started with Shen-shixiong on Qing Jing Peak, we found the solution shortly after.”

The man in question fans himself faster, eyes darting from peak lord to peak lord, all of which have immediately gone silent. Even Yue Qingyuan’s face looks irritated and strained.

“This is a good reminder that the isolation and containment procedures for new cargo brought to the sect must always be followed. Especially before leaving the item unattended.” And there goes any plausible excuse. The room erupts into chaos.

Peak lords are sprinting over their tables to surround Shen Qingqiu, who keeps frantically looking over at Shang Qinghua and Yue Qingyuan. The sect leader, in all his exhausted glory, remains seated with his eyes close, alternating inhaling and exhaling deeply. He can’t subcome to the desperate silent pleas if he can’t see them! Shang Qinghua’s respect for him raises a few points from the depths of hell it had dropped to during this time.

As the shouts escalate, Shang Qinghua makes his way over to sit next to the first character he ever made for PIDW. The conscious effort he's making to not go defend his favored shidi reminds Shang Qinghua why he liked him so much.

"Zhangmen-shixiong." "Yes, shidi?" "I have some demands." Ah! A sigh so deep from the man who has the weight of hundreds of lives on his shoulders. Shang Qinghua has been fielding all the inner sect complaints but Qiong Ding Peak received all the ones coming from the outside. The quarantine of a great sect is no small deal, especially one as vast as Cang Qiong who's various specialties impact all manner of day to day lives. "Of course, please inform this shixiong how he can help."

He had drafted his list of demands between refractory periods, blissed out and dazed from Mobei Jun's attention, he had let nearly every thought make it onto the list. Even the petty ones. Especially the petty ones.

"The contractor that will be managing the removal of the infestation must be paid out of Shen Qingqiu's personal stipend." Given that he was rich from his husband's side as well, this wasn't the real punishment. "Of course, what else?"

"Shen-shixiong must remain on the peaks to oversee the reconstruction and supervise the contractors." At that, the sect leader finally opens his eyes. Thick brows climbing high on his face. "How long is that expected to take?"

Technically, Mobei Jun could probably take care of it in about 2-3 weeks time if he worked diligently. But the small army of demon children that they will be contracting out to will not have that attention span, and Shen Qingqiu will need time and patience to wrangle them. The rebuilding efforts will take some time too.

"Three to four months at minimum." Yue Qingyuan does nothing to hide the pleased little smile that brings him. A quarter of the year with the Qing Jing Peak lord in house, communicating constantly with Qiong Ding on the state of the recovery.

"This shidi will also be on vacation during that time." The smile drops. Shang Qinghua does everything possible to look into Yue Qingyuan's very soul and communicate how absolutely non-negotiable this is. "Y-yes, that can be arranged. Is there more?" There is.

The sounds of Cucumber trying, and failing, to defend himself in the background is such a sweet sound to hear during their negotiation. That Luo Binghe hasn't come in storming in to massacre them all is telling of the quality of the silencing talismans that An Ding has built around this room.

The other demands they agree on are as follow: 1) Qing Jing Peak’s non-essential requisitions will be de-prioritized for the duration of the recovery period.

2) Shen Qingqiu will also handle the paperwork involved with overseeing the recovery, as well as any other relevant issues that arise during Shang Qinghua’s absence.

3) An Ding Peak disciples will have mandatory rest days every week where no non-essential work will be conducted. Absolutely no off peak labor will be done during these days.

4) Shen Qingqiu will also oversee coordinating the transcription and reproduction of lost library materials, on all peaks.

The Qing Jing Peak lord will be kept so busy, as busy as Shang Qinghua has been, that he's almost certain Luo Binghe will be facing Mobei Jun's recent, sexiled, fate. And none of these issues can be fixed with heavenly demon blood or demonic qi!

Cucumber bro's dejected face as they leave the sect leader's office to finalized the agreement is delicious. Shang Qinghua is committing it to memory and determined to make it worse.

Shang Qinghua entwines his fingers together and brings his hands to oh so casually stretch above his head. "I'm so ready for this vacation!" The half assed grunt he receives is all the conversation he needs. “I'm even going to start this new novel I've been planning."

The crack in Shen Qingqiu’s neck is almost audible with how quickly he snaps to turn to face Shang Qinghua. "Yeah!? Ab-about what?" He hums, dithering a little to draw out the suspense. "An action story, fantasy, or I guess real world in this case?"

So that's what sparkling anime eyes look like on a human face! Cucumber bro's a little breathless when he says, "Do you need a beta reader?"

Putting a hand on his shoulder he says, "Thanks bro!" and when that excited little expression reaches it's peak he says, "But Liu Mingyan already agreed to.”

“What?”

“My King!" The black rift appears and out walks his king, rumpled robes and hickey on full display.God he loves him!

These next few months are going to be amazing and he's not going to be able to walk for most of them if he has anything to say about it. He only feels a little bad at the fate he's leaving his favorite daughter to experience. Luo Binghe is going to be so jealous at how much Cucumber bro is going to pester her. But well, that's not his problem, is it?

[xiulric]

Hello!!!!!

I want to ask you too: What's your fav characters? And fics?

Also do you have a favourite part in the books?

Fav characters: Shen Yuan, Binghe, Liu Qingge, YQY, Ning Yingying <3 possibly in that order. But I have love in my heart for most of the character cast. I even have a soft spot for Su Xiyan, who barely appears in canon

As for favourite fanfics: It'll be under read more

https://archiveofourown.org/works/48752503/chapters/122981467 This one is possibly my #1 favourite scum villain fic.

It stars a Binghe that isn't fully blackened, but he's on the cusp of going down that path of no return. And Shen Yuan gets transmigrated to Gongyi Xiao instead of SQQ.

According to the author: " the goal here is to make falling in love such a stressful experience for LBH that he develops an ulcer " .

The author nails down Binghe's calculating, charismatic inner voice. It truly shows that Binghe's greatest weapon as the protagonist isn't xin mo, or his obsenely godly cultivation; his greatest weapon is his intelligence.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/49999318/chapters/126242992 12k words, so not SUPER long but it's absolutely one of my favourite SVSSS Fics bc it explores several things phenomenally: A) The personality differences between Shen Yuan and Shen Qingqiu, and who he's become after transmigrating and B) the complex tension between SY and LBH around book 2. This author exploits that tension in a satisfying way that keeps you hooked. ....also im just weak to the amnesia trope hehe

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40429575/chapters/101280702 VERY GOOD TOO. Bit of an au; Shen Yuan is born in SVSSS world, but he's a rogue cultivator who hides in dream realms. The fun thing about this one is that Shen Yuan makes Binghe fall for him with no sex, just the delicious bingge-to-bingmei pipeline. He partly does it by accident too which is hilarious

https://archiveofourown.org/works/47600038/chapters/119967685 Devastating in its delivery of angst, With a happy ending! This one had a chokehold on my soul and I COULD NOT put it down although beware this one deals with heavy themes like alcohol abuse and depression :")

but the character arcs were SO GOOD. It's pretty long so it'll keep you entertained for awhile

In a way it's hard seeing binghe and shen yuan be so depressed; but it also felt cathartic to me, knowing what depression's like. and the more you get to see of shen yuan, the more you kinda realize how his depression is justified and he's trying his best in his own way

[zykamiliah]

I’d like to recommend you Recovery by Moonsheen where PIDW! SQQ falls into SVSSS post being turned into a human stick, and gets a happy ending. Shen Jiu gets CALLED TF out for his actions (and gets hit with his own fan). It’s great, and so are the sequels.

( ；∀；) Thank you!! I'll give it a read immediately!

the fic

[toffee-arts]

for @esamastation and their fic "Into the Abyss" your fic has me in a tight chokehold i can't get enough of it 🥺 (colors inspired by Beksinski's paintings bec his art is lowkey how i imagined the endless abyss looks like :"3 )

[nibbelraz]

before lbh came back to the human realm he asked mobei why he kept the most pathetic sopping wet peak lord about. mbj casually "oh sometimes i ask him things and it literally changes reality." what. mobei what. no seriously what the fuck do you mean. what do you mean he changes reality. what are you talking about. are you serious. are you fucking with him rn fr "he cant change people though" WHY WOULD YOU GET HIS HOPES UP THEN "i believe qinghua calls it a 'power move'."

THE WAY I CAN SEE MOBEI JUST CASUALLY SAYING HE LIKES HAVING A GOD AT HIS SIDE

[stripeyworm]

your manic pixie dream girl and nightmare bad boy all in one I love binggeyuan sooo much. If I'm MIA, it's because I've fallen into quite the rabbit hole lately and going into hibernation!!

[tossawary]

I think it would be fun to do a "character swaps with older version of themselves" fic with Moshang. A post-canon Mobei-Jun who has been happily married for a while (probably at least 50 years old) accidentally touches some plot device artifact and time travels, swapping places with his 20ish-year-old self. Older MBJ wakes up in head disciple Shang Qinghua's bed where his younger self had been napping.

Younger MBJ lands in his own palace, where he is quickly found and fawned over by Older SQH, who can't help but think this MBJ is so cute. The System quickly confirms for Shang Qinghua that this situation has been sorted into a "multiple timelines" thing, so SQH doesn't have to worry about "protecting the timeline" by doing anything like hiding the fact that he's MBJ's husband. (So, there's an alternate timeline younger version of Airplane Bro now? He's just going to... ignore having an existential crisis about it. Yeah.)

Which is great because Older MBJ would not have thought about this at all as a potential issue. Older MBJ also thinks Younger SQH (Younger Airplane Bro) is incredibly cute and has no problem informing him that they're married in the future. Younger Airplane Bro is trying to figure what the fuck is happening, but he's having trouble thinking over the sound of how MBJ only became hotter: MBJ didn't get much taller, but he did get wider, heavier, more muscular, and hairier. Holy shit. Older MBJ doesn't even have any problems passionately kissing Younger SQH just to prove that they're married. And he smiles! He's so gentle and communicative! Comparatively!

("Luo Binghe is the Demon Emperor in my time," Older MBJ says. "Ah? Who's Luo Binghe?" Younger Airplane Bro lies very badly. "Hmmm, so you did know," Older MBJ says, and then makes some comment about LBH's husband that makes Younger SQH go, "HIS WHAT NOW?!")

Younger MBJ is trying to be cool, not really confused or scared, and Older SQH spoils him rotten by showing off the home that they're made together and how well the palace works to serve and defend MBJ. Linguang-Jun can't show up here because SQH will light him on fire if he shows his face. Younger MBJ doesn't even really like his SQH yet and is also struggling with how good Older SQH looks: a little taller, broader, relaxed and easygoing, answering all of his questions and explaining important things to him, dressed like a beloved demon lord's spouse, efficiently ordering everyone around. "Call me Gege," Older Shang Qinghua said with a wink, and it went straight to Younger MBJ's defenseless heart; he is developing new kinks immediately. Help him.

In the end, after a few days at most, they manage to switch Older and Younger MBJ back without too much issue. Older SQH is a little annoyed that his husband kissed an alternate timeline version of himself, but mostly because he sure would have liked that experience when he was only a disciple! Okay, SQH may have pet Younger MBJ's head and pinched his cheeks and hugged him and brushed his hair a little and shamelessly lavished him with good examples of human affection, but it's not the same!!!

Younger MBJ and Younger SQH in the alternate timeline are left in SQH's tiny head disciple house, completely flustered, sitting next to each other and barely able to look at each other. What. The. Fuck. Eventually, Shang Qinghua manages to say, "Uh, do you want to make out?" at the same time that Mobei-Jun says, "We should get married as soon as possible. Tomorrow."

[sintiadaria]

'You were like a God to me - divine, but unobtainable, unreachable;

Yet you never shied away from casting your affections so freely onto me'

Piece originally made for BQ week 2023 day 4: Gods/Abyss

[mikkeneko]

"Ah, Zhangmen-shixiong," he said, and some of his tiredness came out in his voice. "Having lived this long, I thought you would surely know by now that words spoken in the heat of anger are not necessarily more true. Sometimes, when people are hurting, they only seek to say what will hurt the... other person the most, regardless of truth. That doesn't mean it reflects what they truly believe in their heart."

Shen Qingqiu had kept his gaze firmly averted while he said this, but when no reply came for several minutes, he dared to look back up.

-- And saw Yue Qingyuan staring at him as though he were looking at a ghost, as though Shen Qingqiu had pulled the rug out from under his feet and sent him tumbling. 

---

Bet you didn't think I was going to post a chapter this weekend! To be fair, I didn't think I was either - traveling for the holidays, attempting to sneak onto the wifi.

Mu Qingfang: You've got weird foreign traces in your qi, whatever you're doing to cause that, stop it. Shen Qingqiu: *does not stop it* Liu Qingge: Your qi reserves are too low. Fix them. Shen Qingqiu: *does not fix them* Yue Qingyuan: Please, please take care of yourself more, I am begging you, we are literally all watching you running off a cliff and it sucks donkey balls Shen Qingqiu: Don't worry, I'll be fine! Narrator: He was, in fact, not going to be fine.

[the-tyler-as-in-skyler]

shen bros doodle inspired by a post i saw about shen jiu making shen yuan worse

i love them, they’re so precious to me (they’re gossiping to each other)

[seiraheron]

Ancestor's Hall

One of the visuals I made for An Ding Master's Introduction to the Sacred Places :)

[tsty-brry]

Cang Qiong's No. 1 Scheming Worsties <3

Bonus:

[happypeachsludgeflower]

Who wants to bet Peerless Cucumber has an entire fan base within the pidw’s fandom? Potentially even bringing in a portion of pidw’s readers who just want to enjoy shen yuan just loosing it in the comments.

Like sure, some of the fandom’s definitely there for the toxic masculinity and papapa, but I guarantee you there’s an entire section dedicated to gleefully watching the fandom sewer rat being feral.

[nonpoppie]

bingyuan sillies