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       shen yuan (modern millenial) local cringe nerd loner posted up on his bed reading stuff on his phone with his hand hanging over the edge. he encounters something extremely soft and fluffy and starts petting it, mindlessly assuming that it's his cat napping on the floor. eventually he rolls over into a different position to get comfortable and that takes his hand away from the edge (sad, no more petting) and the event leaves his mind.

       days pass and this becomes somewhat routine, to hang his hand over the edge of the bed, find his cat idling there, and mindlessly pet it. does he ever look over the edge of the bed at his cat during this time? no. not at all.

       enter binghe, local demon who hopped worlds with the specific goal to Obtain Nerd, possibly get hole along the way, definitely gain love and affection as much as he can. dude's been having a bit of trouble due to the world not exactly having the same systems as his world so he's been going in and out of being full demon lord and tiny fuzzy monster thing that hides in the shadows. has he been stalking shen yuan for several months? maybe. did he eat that one stalker who broke into the house to try and bug it? yeah definitely. is he stealing cuddles at night where ever he can? absolutely, it's a struggle bc shen yuan has horrible sleeping habits.

       he's risking detection one day by staring up at the nerd on the bed while in tiny fuzzy form when a hand lands on his head and just, starts petting him and it's the BEST thing ever he's never had headpats before and this petting is divine. it goes on for so long too! he's near drooling by the time it ends and he has to slink back under the bed to try and formulate just how he can get that to happen again.

       shen yuan has no idea he has a housemate he has 0 sense of self preservation he just thinks that he might be kinda improving on this self-care thing and having particularly weird dreams featuring this super cool looking dude who is like, massively awesome? and he lets shen yuan touch his sword when he asks and always has this super intense look on his face, it's completely cool he's like, the best kind of protagonist vibe. it takes like another month for binghe to crack and yeet shen yuan back to his world. shen yuan discovering that maybe his dream dude is actually real and a demon is a problem for future shen yuan to figure out

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        the gremlin in the back of my brain: bingpup this bingpup that, tiny dog hybrid bingge orphaned on the streets watching the older orphans and other gutter trash brawl in fight rings for cash and seeing their stubbed tails and pinned ears that make them look tougher than they are even as he knows some of them die from the backalley operations. carrying that with him for years throughout his time at qing jing until he's pushed into the abyss and snaps, back against the figurative wall. pins his ears and cuts the mangle of his tail that got chewed on by an abyssal monster so he can look tougher, be stronger against what's down here in hell.

       people thought him handsome before even with his ears unkempt and the fur of his tail dull and kind of scraggly despite how much care he tired to put into his appearance, but now he has admirers falling over themselves left and right, remarking on his striking looks and intimidating figure. it feels, good. recognition and fame is good, it's what he's wanted. he conquers the demon realm, then the human realm, gets his revenge, unites the realms, he's the best there can be.

        when xin mo takes him to familiar, hateful green swaths of bamboo that don't exist anymore (it shouldn't exist anymore) he sees them, blissfully chatting and cuddling in front of the tiny waterfall and pool he used to hide out at when ming fan and the others became too much to tolerate. binghe doesn't believe it, doesn't want to believe that this, this, fake luo binghe can look so damnably happy in the arms of shen qingqiu who by all means should not be alive. something deep in his chest shifts and rattles as he takes in shen qingqiu's stupidly soft look of open adoration, the gentle way the man cards his fingers through the fake's hair, the fluffy, floppy ears of the fake and his tail. whole and like a black cloud thumping against the ground in contentment.

       why is he here? why is he playing witness to this sickening display? why... why isn't that him? bingge goes back to his world and is in a terrible temper over the revelation of this alt world until he can't stand it anymore and goes back to get answers. winds up getting into a (haha) dogfight with bingmei that goes on so long they mutually pass out and wakes up to qingqiu cautiously yet tenderly fussing over him and bingmei pouting for attention but watching bingge with a contemplative glint to his eyes.

       shen qingqiu was more or less strongarmed by the situation to sit down and tell binghe about this new binghe and how shen qingqiu knew so much about him. luo binghe may not be a kind person but after the (lengthy) conversation they had while bingge slept in the room over even his possessive little heart could see just how genuinely his shizun cared for this other him and, it wasn't like he didn't feel something for this rude alternate. when (he knew it would be a when, his beloved was too giving when it came to luo binghe) shizun asks if the alternate can stay binghe knows that he'll cave with very little convincing.

(they keep bingge)

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       a system bug gives qingqiu a lil bingge while bingmei is a disciple soon after he transmigrated. he's faced with not one but two cute little buns bc the system can't send bingge back and now he has to figure out how to bullshit his way into explaining how he has two of them now. both binghe's going 😶 at each other until they realize 'wait if we combine our efforts nice shizun will like us faster' and shen qingqiu folds in half the time
"shen qingqiu has two hands and if those are two busy petting us he can't hide behind his fan"

bad news for shen qingqiu: how he has to push both of them into the abyss. he is valiantly trying to discover how to burn the system to the ground

good news: this opens up a nice box of unhealthy codependent options they could develop while being down there. selfcest was on the table before but now it is unboxed the case is opened and it is In, the dvd player

       the bingpups "wait if we don't have experience, our first times with shizun will be a disappointment but we don't want to sleep with anyone else"ing their way into experimenting with each other and consequently Experiencing Knot for the first time.

       they get into the habit of boinking and knotting when they have time and it's just so commonplace they kind of forget that they're back at the bamboo house during a session and shen qingqiu walks into the side room after hearing something suspicious to bingmei knot deep in bingge, dazedly gnawing on that one patch of neck bingge really likes. there's 2 seconds of bingge staring back at shen qingqiu wide eyed before he shoots so hard shen qingqiu can see him pass out in real time. bingmei refocuses the second bingge knocks out but it's too late to do anything. shen qingqiu already got several eyefuls of smooth sweaty muscle, hole stretched around cock, and a stupidly huge dick with an equally threatening knot.
      
       shen qingqiu flees so fast he damn near teleports. he crashes into shang qinghua's office a scant 10 minutes later, ignoring his bro's screeching to beeline for the stash of powdered eight petaled saint's sigh, getting the contraband packed and lit in the pipe in 30 seconds flat

sqh: cucumber bro what the fuck
sqq, after several deep puffs: they're fucking
sqh: who???
sqq: why are they so big??? why did you write the heavenly pillar to be so fucking huge???
sqh: the BINGHES are FUCKING???qinghua, several minutes and puffs later: so how big is it
sqq: (holds his hands out for measure)
sqh: HOLY SHIT

       shen qingqiu returns to the bamboo house several hours later to both binghe's clutching at his legs bawling their eyes out and sobbing that they love him first and foremost but they also grew to like each other almost as much and shen qingqiu, very confused but also incredibly, stupidly, besotted with them both, folds like a cheap napkin dropped in water.

       going briefly back to twin bingpups: shen qingqiu sandwiched between them just absolutely stuffed in both holes with their knots and he's so relieved when they deflate and pull out just to realized with increasing aroused horror that they're simply turning him around in their laps so they can take their turn in the hole they weren't in

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       i also have a separate fic idea where after he transmigrates in shen yuan has frequent dreams that are actually real shared dreams with bingge who is like ahead of the sv timeline by a year or two and they quickly bond bc bingge gets the validation, love, and actual mentorship from the strange shen qingqiu in his dreams and shen yuan just loves luo binghe! he gets twice the binghe! qingqiu not figuring out that he's actually sharing dreams with bingge and is going 'i love my dream pidw binghe it's like i'm actually interacting with the original!' and bc the system has no reach there he happily vents his frustrations with it after a couple months bc he really needs to let it out somewhere

bingge: wait the shizun in my dreams is actually a real shen qingqiu from another world (processes that) i'm gonna marry him
also bingge: (finds xin mo in the abyss and discovers it's reality bending properties) yyyyyyyyyyEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

       bingge witnesses qingqiu's after-abyss depression years in real time while he's in the abyss as well and he fucks up by saying that he's there too and qingqiu straight up starts bawling. that was not a good night for either of them. i'll say bingge gets xin mo like 2 years into his 5 year stay in the abyss and with it he's able to manually dream-reach into the other universe via his connection with shen yuan to dream with binghe and guide him through what he's already experienced. not because he likes this other binghe but because he doesn't want shen qingqiu to be so terrifyingly vacant anymore. the kind shen qingqiu is meant for lively, peaceful days and quiet laughter, not whatever this System has brought upon him.
      
        bingge meanly calls binghe meimei after he catches him crying for the nth time in a row at the start of their dream sessions and like any kinda mean nickname a sibling gives another in a moment of derision, it sticks. bingmei is meimei now. by the end of his two year stay in the abyss and the year of suffering huan hua the two have bonded hard enough that bingge calls him meimei teasingly and with affection. it took somewhat over a year for bingmei to call bingge 'ge' and bingge is working on him saying gege.
      
        they plan to meet at jin lan a) to stop huan hua from pulling the shitty trial against the nice shen qingqiu who doesn't deserve it and b) shizun. shizun. shizun. shizun. but travelling across dimensions is something dangerous and extremely tricky and bingge is doing so for the first time, and he misses the date, which gives bingmei enough anxiety on top of shen qingqiu's typical oblivious fear induced misunderstandings and the trial successfully imprisoning him that xin mo starts drawing on him hard enough to ferment the qi deviation that strikes him during qingqiu's water prison escape, prompting qingqiu to detonate his core to draw bingmei out.
      
        bingge, having fought through his own xin mo's influence and the forces of two universes, emerges in time to witness the quick lead up and detonation. both binghe are devastated, quickly yoinking the body the body to huan hua and staging a joint coup on the place responsible for this. now instead of one binghe going slowly insane while methodically taking over the demon world and managing huan hua as it's palace master, there's two binghe going slowly insane while one rules huan hua as it's palace master (bingmei) and the other, much angrier binghe conquers the demon world (bingge)TWO binghe sad. hugging a corpse in the ice chamber, bingmei probably teaches bingge how to cry and everything is just worse all around. 5 years later shen yuan wakes up in the plant body thinking he can fuck off and live as like a farmer somewhere, fucks around, falls asleep, and meets bingge in his dreams for the first time in ages and is SO confused as to why his dream binghe is near howling with his sobs while hugging him like a child who just found their mother after getting lost

bingge: you're alive!!!!
qingqiu: silly child, of course i am, or i wouldn't be dreaming of you right now!
bingge: where have you BEEN
qingqiu, obliviously: well, some years ago now (apparantly) your shang-shisu and i came across the sun and moon dew flower seed and planted them in the event we were to die, and someone fucked up by adding too much fertilizer and killed his own body and apparently! caused something to go wrong with this master's seed body but everything is alright now. the seed body is truly miraculous. i wanted it to look completely different but it still looks like shen qingqiu, so i'm a bit frustrated about that.
bingge: what are you going to do?
qingqiu: now that i'm free of the system (i hope) i'll become a rogue cultivator!bingge wakes from a dead sleep and grabs a still awake bingmei: he's alive
bingmei, still teary: huh?
bingge, out of the bed and getting dressed: shizun's alive he had a backup body just woke up gonna find him before he becomes a rogue cultivator (teleports out)

       bingmei is left in a mix of confusion and hope until the next day when sha hualing drags in a man who looks remarkably like shen qingqiu who has many of his same quirks. he has the man (peerless cucumber???) put in a guest room to wait until he can call bingge back to help verify if he's actually shizun but liu FUCKING qingge crashes back into the palace for another attempt at shizun's corpse but this time he succeeds because of this weird peerless cucumber who also escapes somehow. so count bingmei as more than a little mad when he storms cang qiong to demand the body back and finds out that they had it stolen too but right as he's about to punch liu qingge in his pretty, infuriating face peerless cucumber leaps out to stop the fight and all but confirms himself to be binghe's beloved shizun, so instead of doing the immensely satisfying act of violence against liu qingge he just takes shen qingqiu straight to the demon palace to safeguard him in the duplicate bamboo house there

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       banking off of my 'bingpup is a high content wolfdog' comment from earlier: tianlang-jun as this giant and i mean just huge fucking heavenly demon wolf and by wolf i mean he looks like a wolf and can act like a wolf but can also split his head into four and lop someone's head off with ease. just get freaky with it. he has his nice lil humanoid form and a compact wolf form and probably a good ol kinky wolfman form (only the humanoid form is appropriately human sized everything else is too big to be comfortably reasonable). binghe shares all of these features but he's like, a lil bit bigger (he's canonically a bit taller than tianlang-jun) and fluffier where his dad is sleek. think alaskan malamute vs an akita. su xiyan was a very lovely very strong dog type with unmistakably fluffed hair. binghe got All of that.

       idk how it happens but the entire fiasco with the old palace master goes down, su xiyan is imprisoned while pregnant, tianlang-jun gets sealed sixteen ways to sunday, su xiyan escapes and births binghe before perishing. differences: tianlang-jun successfully yeets zhuzhi-lang as far away from the sealing site as he can manage to get his nephew out of danger and with the hopes the silly boy will have a good life without him. the cultivators seal him under the mountain but without bonds tying him down because his shifting makes it stupidly hard to pin him down so they just went with Bubble Prison. Bubble Prison isnt big enough for his full form so he spends a lot of time as a humanoid or in his compact wolf form, eventually sticking to the wolf form. kind of forgets how to turn back after a bit.

       years later, shen qingqiu, heavily depressed and wandering as far from cang qiong as he can to escape the memory of binghe post-abyss, happens across the mountain tianlang is sealed in and finds him in the cave under there half alive and miserable. believing him to be an unjustly imprisoned rare specimen qingqiu promptly spends a week using every cultivation hack he knows to pop the bubble, immediately absconding with an unconsious tianlang-jun in his arms. tianlang wakes up feeling clean for the first time in almost two decades, his fur thoroughly deshedded and free of mats, claws trimmed, paws medicated and wrapped in gauze from where the (now removed) claws had curled into them. he's been placed under a warm quilt in a fluffy bed with soft food and clean water within reach. the air isn't stale and the lights are dim but he can tell that it's the dimness of dusk and not that of a cave barely illuminated by activated qi. he's thoroughly confused on what the hell is going on because he's clearly? demonic? but the house is that of a cultivator. a cultivator who broke him out of prison??he's clearly still absolutely pissed at the betrayal he faced but he could use this foolish cultivator to his advantage.

       shen qingqiu is feeling pretty alright! he can't believe he found and freed this poor mistreated southern sainted bloodwolf (named as such for their mimicry of the heavenly wolf demon line) and is glad he got to the sad little thing in time. sainted bloodwolves may be demonic but they were exceedingly rare and made wonderfully steadfast and loyal protectors to those they liked. qingqiu hoped he could make friends with the wolf but if the past abuse he faced at the hands of his jailers couldn't be amended qingqiu was happy to release the wolf back to the demon realm (as sad as losing the opportunity would be)he'd done what he could to heal his new friend? and thankfully it seemed to have worked out. qingqiu finds the wolf awake and alert after dinner, happy to see that both bowls he'd left for the wolf completely empty. he introduces himself as he refills them (sainted bloodwolves are fiercely intelligent and understand speech) and watches ads both bowls are quickly emptied once again. this happens several times until the wolf leans back with a huff and very loud. pointedly obnoxious lip licking. he's regarded with clear distrust but there's no indication that the wolf wants to leave.

       it takes a week for the wolf (named xiao tian after qingqiu sat for half an hour listing off simple names until he got a reaction) to heal and during that time shen qingqiu positively spoils him. his fur has never been shinier, his eyes are clear, he's gaining weight again. xiao tian hasn't warmed up completely but he tolerates well telegraphed head and snout scritches and has (after some bargaining) allowed a rope harness qingqiu can tie a leash to for when they go into towns (it won't help but at least it gives the illusion of control and he makes sure xiao tian understands that).

tianlang, who has never heard of a harness and is only familiar with collars, watching qingqiu wind specialized ropes around his chest and back: this is kinky

       i'll say that this is a limited system au: qingqiu had no ooc lock and is pretty free to do what he wants but he has to complete certain missions or get booted, so he absolutely had to get binghe into the abyss but the few extra iq points not being under constant threat by the system gave him allowed him to go 'ok, he trusts me, i can make a supply bag for him and tell him to go down because there's no real other choice'. which he does but he feels like shit bc all ihs stupid brain is telling him is that he betrayed binghe's trust and that he's scum for tricking his sweet little sheep into jumping into hell, hence Big Depression and hwat everyone is misinterpreting as a mourning period bc of his 'dead' disciple. with binghe in the abyss the system is also booted down in power saving mode so he's just by himself in his head.

       wheezing every time i think of how i got zhuzhi-lang and tianlang-jun separated in this au, just think, a ton of cultivators in a battle devastated crater, tianlang-jun and zhuzhi-lang in the center. tianlang convinces zhuzhi to turn into a relatively small snake form which he questions but does anyways. tianlang says a few nice things then follows with a really mean thing hoping that it'll keep zhuzhi away so he doesn't face punishment with him then takes his nephew by the tail and slings him out of the crater so hard all anyone sees is a faint green blur disappearing into the clouds. qingqiu thinks he and xiao tian are getting along. he hopes they're getting along. he's pretty sure they're getting along? the wolf watches him putter about from the dogbed with keen, bright red eyes, accepting food and pets only after several seconds of intense staring. it takes no more than a day for xiao tian's paws to heal and the few minutes it takes qingqiu to unwrap the gauze are... interesting. sainted bloodwolves are big, ok? he'd not exactly forgotten that xiao tian could fit his entire head between those jaws and he couldn't exactly forget now when xiao tian very casually yawned in his face mid-unwrapping. xiao tian had very big, very pointy teeth. and a very long tongue covered in very small, equally pointy spikes. spikes he immediately discovered were not quite as pointy as originally thought when xiao tian gives him an extremely wet lick from chin to forehead.

       maybe xiao tian actually likes him? qingqiu lights up even as he wipes off the worst of the slobber, quickly leaning up to kiss the wolf squarely on the rusty red demon mark between his brows. xiao tian gives him a dazed, confused look as he coos and runs his fingers through the thick cheek fur for a few minutes before finishing up the unwrapping. the wolf appears off kilter for the rest of the day, sending the cultivator odd, contemplative glances while he writes up the rest of the reports for this recent expedition.it doesn't take long for qingqiu to discover that xiao tian dislikes silence, growing restless and mildly destructive as it stretches on, so he's taken to thinking aloud (he's alone in this house and it's not like xiao tian can talk back to tell anyone.) and reading the shitty books he bought during this journey, something xiao tian seems to really like, always sitting at attention and whining in aggravation when qingqiu stops for the day. he gets particularly attentive when qingqiu pauses to rant about some shitty plot point or trope, sometimes huffing when he disagrees (often) or loudly snuffling at qingqiu's ear when he deviates for too long.

       and oh, isn't xiao tian just the most expressive little wolf once he gets used to qingqiu! talking back in whatever way he can when qingqiu asks him a question, visibly preening with toothy wolf grins and vainly tossing his head while getting compliments on how handsome he is, puffing his chest out and strutting afterwards before dramatically feigning affront when qingqiu calls him out on it. innocently staring up at him with watery, sparkly eyes (that remind him so much of another sweet little pup he'll never get to see again) when qingqiu catches him neck deep in the pantry for the third time, you just ate you rascal-despite the newfound amiability qingqiu is still surprised that when qingqiu has packed everything up and is ready to go back to cang qiong, xiao tian balks at the mention of sending him back to the demon realm to live where he ought. the sweet thing kicks into a heartbreaking whine that only grows louder as qingqiu tries to explain his reasoning, xiao tian almost pushing him over in his attempts to cuddle up to qingqiu like a big puppy, his big red eyes pleading. it takes no time at all for the famed xiu ya sword to fold like a wet tissue.

       "you're just like binghe" he grouses when the wolf immediately stops his pitiful charade and beams at him when qingqiu says he'll officially adopt him as a companion. admitting as such causes something to twinge in his chest, hard. he has to bury his face in xiao tian's ruff for a few minutes until it passes, chalking it up to without a cure acting up. his silence makes xiao tian whine anew until he reassures him with a few pats. if his condition is acting up it looks like they'll have to walk. no problem, cang qiong is only a couple weeks away by foot.

       xiao tian won't let the binghe comment pass just like that, not with that reaction, and pesters him for two days until qingqiu finally cracks and talks about his beloved little lotus. it takes another two days and a without a cure scare for xiao tian to bully him up onto his back, harness and leash turned into an impromptu bridle. there's few towns along this path, so they pass the days swiftly, qingqiu alternating between excitedly infodumping about the world, reading trashy novels, and telling tales of binghe and the peaks. on the morning of the one night qingqiu has managed to force himself to sleep through, he wakes up to xiao tian happily holding a jewel-like green snake the length of a man and as thick around as his forearm in his jaws. the snake turns out to be demonic and equally as intelligent as xiao tian, as it immediately curls around qingqiu in comfortable loops once freed from the wolf's maw. it's innocent pale yellow eyes remind qingqiu of pudding cups so he calls it xizhi after the treats from the modern world and gets a cute tongue flick in return. now he has two not-pets!

shen qingqiu, unwittingly gathering the heavenly demons like pokemon: i love my good boys!

       the vibes when qingqiu shows up at the foot of cang qiong with not one but two demonic pets are immaculate. yue qingyuan and liu qingge are there. mu qingfang is hovering nearby. there's like three other peak lords and a gaggle of curious disciples from various peaks.

qingyuan: so. shidi. what do you have there?
qingqiu: a living sample of the five fates flowering orchid. (looks at everyone's expressions) oh! this is xiao tian and a-xizhi. they're my pets.

       qingyuan looks at his oblivious shidi and up at the house sized wolf happily panting behind him then down at the clearly venomous demon snake draped around his shoulders. he looks back at his beloved shidi, clear eyed and ten times livelier than when he left. qingyuan folds like a wet wipe, to the aggravated groans of the other present peak lords.tianlang's "against my better judgement, i'm quite fond of this man" as qingqiu rips apart yet another sex scene tianlang found scintillating.

       to be absolutely clear, tianlang can shrink down into the size of a mid sized dog, and zhuzhi can shrink to the size of a garden snake. they could, reallyare they going to do that? no. qingqiu likes them big.naturally, the first night tianlang-jun spends on cang qiong he sneaks into the bamboo house with zhuzhi-lang to see how his favorite peak lord lives. humbly (the house really isn't all that big) but with many expensive and priceless trinkets made or collected from various places. there's an entire wall dedicated to journeyman level but still incredibly beautiful paintings of increasing quality all signed by one luo binghe, along with an assortment of well done crafts projects and some poetry tucked in amongst the smaller works. the poetry is shockingly mediocre but the level of sheer longing for the writer's aloof love is so starkly evocative tianlang can't help but recall his days doggedly wooing his frigid su xiyan. he quickly passes on the poetry after that.

       zhuzhi-lang ever so helpfully keeps an eye on shen qingqiu while he enters the side room. it's, small. tianlang doesnt exactly know what he expected. size aside, the space is modestly-if comfortably- furnished with all a little disciple of the peaks could need. there's spotless qing jing robes neatly folded in a trunk, a selection of hair ribbons and jade pendants hung next to a bronze mirror, sheathes of notes penned by the same dutiful yet slightly sloppy hand that wrote those, those...
on the wall behind the bed are three paintings, two of them half the size of the largest. one depicts a hauntingly beautiful misty qing jing peak as seen from afar, stamped by master shen. the other is of the blooming peach and cherry blossoms of zui xian peak viewed from what's probably a clearing in qing jing, also stamped by master shen. the largest is a full frontal portrait of a young man in qing jing peak disciple robes, both hands clasped over the pommel of a splendid sword tip down in the ground (the same sword in the mound behind the house) as he smiles ever so gently at the painter.

       tianlang-jun has, seen that smile before. he's seen those eyes before. he knows the thick arches of those brows the curve of those cheeks the ease of that stance even the curls of his hair. it's, xiyan. it's su xiyan, with his smile, his eyes. his lovely, achingly cold and aloof xiyan with enough of him to make a child, who grew big enough to know love. and that is love there in that smile and in those eyes. zhuzhi is a dab hand with the brush and inks himself and used to take to painting small, everyday scenes he witnessed. one such scene was a candid portrait of himself and xiyan chatting on a rock together. tianlang had spent much of that time happily watching his beloved dissect the various ways one could destroy a lair of crusted squid apes without resorting to explosives (although she had admitted at the end that explosives were the most time saving method to do so). the expression zhuzhi-lang had captured then was the one the truly talented master shen had captured in his painting.his knees wobbled a bit and he had to sit on the edge of the bed, eyes never leaving the painting.

luo binghe. luo binghe, his son. he had a son.

       tianlang had never known that xiyan was pregnant but her letter, her last true letter had mentioned she needed to tell him something in person and that she was eager to meet him again. she had wanted to tell him. the timeline tracked, she would have known then. but she's gone, she's gone and he's here and their son has grown up without them and he's in the endless abyss because the god that haunts peak lord shen made it so. tianlang-jun stares at the picture of their son and grins, bright and brittle and oh so violent. zhuzhi-lang hadn't been idle these last eighteen years, having been unintentionally flung in the direction of huan hua palace that damned day. his nephew had worked very hard infiltrating the den of their most beloathed enemy and was witness to several bouts of gloating from that vile old corpse huan hua calls a palace master, reveling in the defeat of his enemy and raving at the loss of his precious obsession. it's thanks to zhuzhi-lang that he knows su xiyan passed from this world shortly after tianlang's imprisonment, that it was due to the actions of the old palace master. the two of them have been very busy, very busy indeed, planning the many ways they could kill that old wretch. his death will not come quickly, it will not come easily. the old palace master will know the weight of every sin he has committed against this venerable one's family many, many times over before being allowed the grace of death's breath.

       the esteemed master shen has his utmost gratitude for not only freeing him from his unjust imprisonment but also for taking such excellent care of their child, despite what that god has forced him to do. it's a curious feeling, to know so much of luo binghe despite never meeting the boy face to face. without master shen being so eager to talk about his disciple tianlang would have never known about the washerwoman who first took in and raised binghe. he would shower her in riches and anything else she wanted were she alive, so he will have to settle for honoring her along with su xiyan when he is able to build a proper altar.

       hm, binghe stays in the abyss for the full 5 years here. qingqiu told him that he would grow strong down there and to come back safely no matter how long it tookhe knows that his shizun likes monsters so he spends time writing a monster compendium once he's stabilized his power there and in the demon realm. if hes also infiltrating huan hua with the goal to become palace master then thats his business.

       back at qing jing tianlang jun is enacting a multifaceted assassination plot but hes also currently qingqiu's very willing emotional support demon wolf (he likes to think that qingqiu is also his emotional support cultivator) luxuriating in the absolute pampering of the century. he also really likes to see how much he can get away with (a lot) head in qingqiu's lap? easy. mouth around one of his ankles? protests but hes never pushed away. arm in mouth? same. that one time he tried to put his head under qingqiu's robes? a very cute shriek and he was grounded for a day. head in mouth? qingqiu is surprisingly ok with his head being held in the mouth of a giant wolf and that should worry him more but hes the wolf and he likes that he can get his entire tongue around qingqius throat when hes in therehes banned from doing it outside the bamboo house's perimeter though. one too many frightened disciples. and that time peak lord liu qingge tried to kill him for it.hes having fun!

       on the last year of the 5 years, qingqiu goes into seclusion and tianlang-jun pounces on the opportunity hes given. within the first week no less than fifteen of huan hua's elders that knowingly participated in the old palace masters schemes are dead by his hand (binghe is sitting in confusion) by the end of the month, tianlang has the old wretch locked in the holy mausoleum, safely tucked away in a many times over sealed coffin specifically spelled and calibrated to enact a neverending feedback loop of torment fueled by the old coots qi and pain. tianlang had had his very personal fun time before shutting the palace master away. hed taken particular care to have the man tell him every detail of how he fucked over their lives, truthfully, and derived great pleasure from his anguish. tianlang returns to cang qiong with a pep in his step that hasnt been there for years.

       luo binghe needs to see shen qingqiu. its been almost six years since hes last laid eyes upon his beloved teacher. hed love to officially announce himself to qing jing and the world at large again but his (meticulously detailed) plans have not come to proper fruition yet. with the death of the old palace master (official word was that he passed in his sleep of old age, found in his bed by his attendants. binghe doubts the validity of that even though he saw the body himself at the funeral) and many elders, there was a fierce power struggle for the palace masters seat that binghe could not neglect.

       the little palace mistress was properly in line for succession but she was vastly unpopular due to her poor temperment, fondness for pulling her whip for even the slightest infractions, and overall brattiness. she had a decent head for arithmetic and accounts and she could socialize well enough on a good day but she was abysmal at anything else required for the seat she was supposed to inherit. the previous head disciple, gongyi xiao, was a popular choice for his rightous morals, even temperment, and quick wit. he was strong in battle, if a little foolhardy. were binghe not aiming for the seat hed gladly support the man.

       so, binghe wants to see qingqiu really badly and there's been very, very little information he can get on the man outside of the sect that's not baseless rumors or outright slander so he takes a mission close to the tian gong mountain range cang qiong occupies, kills the thing really quickly, and fucks off to cang qiong as a wolf the first opportunity he gets. he goes as small as he can get to look harmless (like the size of a keeshond) and trots up to the steps of the sect. the stairsweep glances at him then does a double take, eyes practically sparkling. binghe is immediately on guard as the stairsweep abandons his broom to pull out something that smells good from his qiankun pouch, crouching and offering the- is that dried hoary hedgeboar meat? the jerky is between his teeth in an instant.

       the stairsweep coos while binghe busily chews on his treat, ignoring his halfhearted growl when the man scratches behind his ear. when the stairsweep offers to take him up to qing jing to "find xiao tian" he gives him One tail wag in affirmation, quickly finding himself couched in the man's arms as he leaps up the steps. as much as binghe loathes needing to be carried like this (walking up the steps was gonna be a pain in his paws) he gets some choice information for the bother. shen qingqiu is in seclusion (fuck) and qing jing is being led by ming fan in his absence (ugh) but the peak lords pets (???) are keeping an eye on him in the meantime (???????).the qing jing gatekeepers greet the stairsweep idly but become animated when they spot binghe in his arms, immediately producing dog treats out of thin air (really, why does everyone have treats) that binghe accepts from one (she was nice to him before) and snubs the other (ming fan lackey).

       hes handed off to the chosen gatekeeper (put him on the ground!! he can walk!) and brought deeper into qing jing. it's, a little overwhelming to be back. the peak is still as peaceful as he remembers it being, the rustling of the bamboo and the distant strains of the qin and xiao on the wind with the faint chatter of it's occupants. this is home. binghe's nostalgic reverie is broken when a cluster of young disciples reading poetry spot them and immediately rush over in a clamor of exclamations, ignoring their poor shijie trying to call them back. she only gives a few token protests however because she quickly joins the throng. everyone is strangely accepting of a random demonic dog existing in a righteous cultivation sect, politely offering their hands for him to sniff and giggling when he whuffs at an offending scent. he graciously lets them look their fill until the shijie in charge herds them back to their spots with assurances that they could see the puppy after class had finished (who's a puppy? he's 22!).

        the gatekeeper continues on, occasionally pausing in her walk when a class breaks form to come see him.he hears a lot of 'xiao tian, xiao tian' who the FUCK is xiao tian? binghe's patience is fast dwindling by the time ning yingying finds them just before they reach the training fields. his old friend has grown into a fine young woman, standing tall and confident. well. until she sees him. ning-shijie immediately scoops him into her arms (please, just put him down) with a muted squeal and buries her face into his neck ruff, a muffled "it's so soft!!!" making binghe heavily consider growing bigger just so he can walk to the bamboo house by himself. unfortunately for him, ning-shijie has a strong grip. she tries to carry him past the fields but the disciples there, desperate for a rest and a little more impudent from their peak lord's absence, pounce on the opportunity for a break and swarm their shijie. it takes little time for ming fan to stomp over to see what the ruckus is about, his face going from irritation to a simpering smile as he sees ning yingying, immediately falling into distaste when binghe snaps at him for getting too close to them.

       "not another one," he groans, discreetly trying to get ning yingying to put binghe down. "one was too much, two was too much, three is entirely too many! get it off of the peak before shizun comes back and adopts this one too!"

       this makes ning-shijie mad and is the way of the world, the two start bickering as the crowd of disciples watch on. something like this happens once a week and ning-shijie almost always wins the argument. neither of the arguing parties nor binghe notice when the crowd starts to rapidly disperse until ming fan does a doubletake over ning yingying's shoulder and clams up. binghe cranes his neck up to see what's spooked his ornery shixiong on qing jing of all places but his vision is quickly obscured by a very large black-furred snout pressing into his belly and sniffing. loudly .binghe distantly hears "oh, xiao tian!" through the danger signals his instincts are screaming at him.

       ning-shijie had said something about a 'southern sainted bloodwolf' during the argument but he hadn't paid it much mind, thinking it unrelated because no way would shizun ever take in a demonic being. he is very, very quickly proven wrong as his shijie adjusts to hold him up by his armpits like an oversized cat because the house sized, pitch black, red eyed, demon marked wolf curiously staring down at him is a heavenly demon.

       tianlang-jun takes his time observing his son, taking in the traits gained from him (the eyes, the gloss of his whiskers, the tufts on the inside of his ears), the ones from his mother (the curl to his coat, it's particular hue of grey on black, the shape of his snout and ears), to ones that are entirely his own (his tail curled more than tianlang but less than xiyan's, his neck ruff was particularly full and fluffy, his toe and pawpads were a mismatch of pink and black that looked especially adorable). his son. luo binghe. his son! tianlang can feel his tail wagging but can't find the effort to care about his usual decorum because! his son! is in front of him! joy and grief and relief and nervousness war in his breast as ning yingying once again adjusts her hold on binghe so tianlang can take him between his jaws (a smart girl, if a little silly. always has a treat on hand and has a keen ear for gossip). his son yips in protest? fear? but holds still like a good boy as tianlang prances away from the training fields back to the bamboo house and his nearby abode.

       his son smartly holds still until tianlang drops him on the big pillow piled bed in his stable (custom built! its very comfortable), spinning around and snarling most ferociously. he's very cute, but they cant have a civil conversation if he allows this to continue. he attempts to put a large paw on his boy to keep him pinned but the pup transforms into human shape and deftly avoids the paw. tutting, tianlang joins him in like shape (not missing the shock on luo binghe's face at the sight of his) and with a small amount of struggle pins the boy by sitting on his chest, arms trapped by tianlang's legs. he quickly nicks a wrist with a fang and allows the blood to form snakes that quickly loop around binghe's arms and legs, plus a few extra on standby. just in case. when they're secure he lifts his positively livid son (he cannot get enough of the thought. his son!) as easily as a babe and comfortably places him among the pillows, situating himself on his favorite in the pile. tianlang shoots binghe a winning smile and gets a scowl in return. a tough sell, huh.

       binghe's so mad to be captured and mandhandled by this strange demon on his home turf that he could spit blood repeatedly but to tianlang-jun, who is old, powerful, doesn't care, binghe is so cute! his neatly done hair is all mussed and his eyebrows are pulled together in an angry little v that is probably very intimidating, his eyes are glowing a bright cherry red that matches the red of his cheeks and lips, pulled back in a snarl. and oh! his teeth are like little pearls sharpened into adorable points, a sweet mix between su xiyan's human bluntness and tianlang's crueler canines.

       luo binghe is just too cute! tianlang-jun has to resist the very real urge to fit one of those puffed up cheeks into his mouth and have a little nibble, to see if he also tasted of cherries and in a friendly wolf greeting. he compromises by giving one a firm pinch and discovers that his son has cheeks as soft and elastic as dough. this is a groundbreaking discovery, so groundbreaking that he has to pinch the other cheek as well, rubbing and kneading them in tandem while his son makes confused whines in protest.

rrrrrrrrrrrrewinding, taking a hard curve to the right, backing up, another right, and a left

luo binghe is tired.

       he has lived for a millennia across several lives each as harrowing and tragic as the first. he's tired of being hungry, of being small and weak and helpless then crawling up from the dust of the abyss tooth and claw just to become emperor of the three realms again and again and never getting that which he wants most. he tried to do something, anything else, to avoid what awaited him.

       abandoned his childhood journey to cang qiong (picked up by a wandering peak lord and placed in qing jing), ran away from cang qiong (fell into a gap between the realms and wound up in the abyss years early), stayed in the abyss (it spat him out two years past his original stay), managed to stay in cang qiong past the immortal alliance (shen jiu died from a violent qi deviation and he was blamed much in the way shen jiu was blamed for liu qingge's death), skipped cang qiong entirely (found the gap he'd fallen in before the peak lord found him and lived in the abyss until it spat him out. huan hua, outside of his influence, launched an attack on him in conjunction with the other sects while he was still a fledgling emperor: the sects perished, but that was not what he wanted).

        he was so tired. not a single shen qingqiu he met across all those rebirths was the kind shen qingqiu of that alternate world. no matter how many times he used xin mo to try and cross worlds again it never worked. all luo binghe wanted was to find that kind shen qingqiu and stay this time. stay and be loved like that other luo binghe. he won't try and take more than he's allowed, he won't take the chance for granted, he won't be bad. he'll do everything that other luo binghe did that he found distasteful at the time. he'll cook he'll clean he'll simper and cry fake tears if it will let that kind shen qingqiu keep him close.

       in this life he'd stayed in the abyss, using it as a home base to store the things he collects from the human and demon realms. it's been six years since he entered, the abyss will spit him out soon if he doesn't leave. so binghe had gathered his possessions and took hold of xin mo in front of the little house he'd built for the nth time. he'll go to the human realm this time, perhaps to that little valley not too far from the tian gong mountain range. it's at cang qiong's doorstep but it's one of their few blind spots he's found. he'll be unbothered there as long as he doesn't make too much noise. with one last sigh and a thought to that kind shizun, luo binghe rips xin mo through the fabric of the world and steps, unseeing, through the portal.... he's on qing jing peak. in his hand, xin mo pulses weakly then goes silent, no more than a sharp blade.

binghe stares at it in a stupor for a few moments. what?

       he swings xin mo with intent. nothing happens. wind rustles through the bamboo. well. binghe shifts. he thinks better of the movement and sheathes xin mo. a quick glance shows he's in front of shen qingqiu's bamboo house, no one around. there aren't any qi traces heading this way, so no one has discovered he's here. he takes a longer glance and notices something odd.

       in every life the bamboo house remained unchanged, no matter where he went in the world, shen jiu would never make a single alteration to his home. two boulders on either side of the door, sixteen flagstones leading away from it, windows made from spelled wax paper. the boulders were there, the flagstones were unchanged, but the windows are cut into square patterns and screened with silk. those arent the only differences. the roof has been retiled, theres several kinds of rare flora growing in beds along the path, theres glass windchimes strung on a few nearby bamboo. he walks around the side of the cottage and observes that the kitchen was expanded and a garden full of rare herbs and fruit is planted outside the new door there, with a tiny path leading into the forest.

       binghe follows the path to a... warehouse? a stable? its too nice to be either but its clearly one of the two. what could have posessed his shizun to have this built? as he stands there he becomes aware of muffled activity in the building. a stable then?curious as to what kind of animal shen qingqiu would deign to keep, luo binghe opens the smaller, human sized door in the building.

       two pairs of red eyes meet his, familiar demonic huadian glowing on their foreheads. binghe locks eyes with this worlds version of himself, dressed in ink grey with huan hua gold accents, tied and placed among a bed of pillows. he looks at the older, never before seen heavenly demon with familiar eyes perched on a luxuriously large pillow and feels a sense of deep set confusion. tianlang-jun is not known for hesitation. the new binghe is swarmed by blood snakes and restrained with little resistance, seeming more bemused than anything else. he makes sure the door is shut and locked this time as the snakes push the two boys together (two of them!!).

      tianlang takes them in for a few moments with open delight: the first one with his hair pinned up with adorable bangs over half his brow and dressed in grey and gold, the second in a green so dark it looks black with grey accents and voluminous loose flowing hair with bangs proudly framing his huadian. they're twins down to the bone as far as he can tell but the new one carries his weight with a certain gravitas that implies a far older age than he displays.

theyre. so. precious!!

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       shen qingqiu without a cure poisoning but instead of freezing his qi and meridians it overloads him with yang energy until he roasts himself in his own qi. it's manageable with medicine, a yin loaded diet, and activities that expel yang energy but it is, like it's name, incurable (unless one dual cultivates with a heavenly demon but qingqiu isn't going to fucking admit that) so he suffers his yang fueled aggressiveness and newfound ability to get horny at the drop of a pin with good (barely) grace.

       binghe, little white lotus he is, watches on in despair, longing, and neverending anxious scheming to get to where he wants to be. he's not content to sit idly by and watch his master suffer through the poison, eating his new diet with discontent (everything is too cold) and his thrice weekly spars with the more physically inclined peak lords (which most of the time is liu qingge) while completely ignoring his more intimate needs. he's caught his shizun scowling at his lap or angrily muttering about "stupid inconvenient papapa poisons" more than once when it's just them in the bamboo cottage.

       well! it's been a year since that damned invasion! and binghe has had enough! his shizun will suffer not another day of badly repressed celibacy! he's spent much of his non-shizun focused free time at qian cao researching ways to alleviate excess yang energy and occasionally getting small lessons from mu qingfang himself when the man had time to spare, apparently delighted to have such a focused and studious disciple. once he learned of any way he could possibly help he took to refining his knowledge under the rare unwilling tutelage of meng mo. if that included sleeping near entertainment houses so he could glean techniques and wisdom from the workers there during his night hunts that's something he'd take to the grave.

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        just saw art that i IMMEDIATELY misinterpreted as shen qingqiu holding just binghe's head bc his body hadn't been completely drawn in and like? dullahan binghe?

        he'd love to be just a head carried around by his beloved, handled gently and taken care of but with that air of 'i'm just another accessory right now'. binghe's body obediently sitting in a corner or laying on the bed tucked in as his head is comfortably hanging from qingqiu's hip in ideal headpat zone.

        no technical reason to breathe plus the compact nature of the whole affair makes stealth cockwarming a breeze (even though qingqiu rarely takes to the idea). naughty binghe gets banished to the vanity, comfortably ensconced on a bed of pillows and silks but with a blindfold so he can't do his favorite activity (watch qingqiu sleep) as qingqiu uses his body as a body pillow (tied for no stolen cuddles)

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       bingge, centuries old, bitter and tired of having to take care of everything in his empire and just wants to be spoiled by someone else but its not happening as long as hes emperor luo, packs up his biggest storage spaces with useful priceless treasures and enough wealth to last any immortal their entire lifetime, decrees that his empire is to be ruled by his first three wives, undergoes a sex change bc hes tired of being Man, and fucks off leaving everything in chaos.

       she figured out how to time travel years ago with the right artifacts and goes back to when she went to the nice-shizun's world, slipping through the portal after her younger self unnoticed and fucking off once again bc like hell shes getting kicked out again with her idiot past.

       first things first: a wardrobe change! she buys an imperial closet full of robes both inner and outer in a gradient of light greys and deep, near black greens. theres accessories to match and the finest cosmetics she cant make herself (having a vast harem of wives gives one much insight to the typical armory of a woman and luo binghe is never if not well prepared) as well as the purchase of a plain if high quality spiritual sword (xin mo is Not low profile). she spends a few months exploring this unmerged world and finds the peace nice, if a little understimulating, but that may be the loneliness talking.

        when rumors start circulating about the demon emperor and the qing jing peak lord having married and returned from their honeymoon binghe decides its time to return to her little house in the town at the foot of cang qiong to enact her plan. which somehow ends up with her waking up bound by immortal binding cables on a tiny cot somewhere presumably underground in only her last two inner robes and pants. its shameful that she was ambushed so easily but shes also curious. plots like this happened aplenty in her youth but ceased after her second century of rule. often they would go; an inconvenience happens, she has to solve or wait for the key to the puzzle to appear (usually with a lovely maiden or four accompanying her), then escape the plot after some sort of intercourse happens. binghe relaxes back into the cot as best she can and waits for whatever to happen to happen (immortal binding cables only seal half her power and she's physically strong enough to break ropes of this thickness without qi anyways). it doesn't take too long.

       the sound of fighting filters through the walls after nearly half a shichen, gradually mixing with screams and yells to retreat that cut off with more screams. ah, a slaver ring, perhaps. she doesn't really care. soon enough the surroundings calm to faint murmurs and brief calls from one cultivator to another. she perks up as footsteps approach her room. the door swings open and a cultivator cautiously steps in sword first, a night pearl in their other hand. luo binghe and shen qingqiu blink at each other through the dim light for a few moments, not quite believing who they're seeing. binghe recovers first, flashing her most seductive smile at the bewildered peak lord while making sure one side of her robes slip open for a tantalizing peek at her shoulder. shen qingqiu sucks in a breath, immediately stepping back and closing the door.

       binghe pouts. how cold! she snaps the ropes and rises from the cot fixing her hair to perfectly rumpled and making sure the loose collar is teased open a little more. ready, she whisks open the door to shen qingqiu standing there with his back turned. perfect! the tiny, nigh imperceptible squeak he makes when she wraps her arms around his waist and rests her chin on his shoulder (making sure to press in as close as possible) is absolutely adorable. bingjiejie here is taller than shen qingqiu and luo binghe (i subscribe to the belief that binghe has two puberties; the human one at the normal times and the demon one that hits around age 30) by a few inches so she's hunching down to make herself seem smaller but also really to just get as much of herself onto qingqiu as possible. binghe is a sticky person by nature.

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       bingqiu but shen yuan was yote into a mer that binghe doesn't meet until after he's a blackened emperor and yuan is definitely the Bigger one by half but has the tiniest (but very stretchy bc how else was binghe supposed to fuck the mermaid wife he was supposed to find during this plot arc) pussy out of all of his wives by far. binghe discovers the strange ribbed partially prehensile tentadick along the way and becomes infatuated.

binghe also discovers that during shen yuan's twice yearly season he can sit himself on his favorite cock and manually creampie himself until he's bulging by squeezing his husband's swollen sperm sacs then riding him until yuan passes out from coming dry. sittin on the throne with his favorite plug with his robes not hiding his rounded belly at all dick hard and leaking counting down the minutes until he can return to his husband and return the favor. the season where shen yuan gets a little plumper than usual and after some careful squeezing an egg pops out where generally a gush of cum would is the season binghe acts like the one who's in heat for the whole month.

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       i'm haunted by soft domestic horny bingqiu, happily living their best life in their little bamboo cabin away from any responsibilities where they get to properly learn about each other without their power dynamics getting in the way. shen qingqiu slowburn reckoning with his feelings about his current and past life now that he actually has time to relax and think while binghe is just! so happy! doing his househusband duties and attending to shen qingqiu and getting all of the attention he could ever want just like he dreamed of.

       once comfortable qingqiu introduces binghe to modern loungewear and binghe's like "shizun!! this is indecent!!!!" but caves bc it's exclusively for home wear and HES the only one to see shen qingqiu lax and redolent at home like this. this backfires when qingqiu sedately looks up from his book to binghe doing his usual scrub the floor routine (he's very strict about his housecleaning routines) but all he sees is his husband's plump rump in shorts just slightly too small (sizing is hard when you don't know how to do it) waving in the air and he has to horny grip until binghe is done bc once again he is Very strict about his housecleaning routines and does get put out if he's interrupted during the heftier ones even if he won't say so.