What's gotten him in this mood? He strokes Luo Binghe's head, holding him close when he leans against him. “What has Binghe been thinking about?” he gently asks, absentmindedly raking his fingers through his curls.

Hold on, is there really a need to strip while cutting cake? Unable to stop himself from watching, he ends up blocking his gaze entirely with his fan, face a crimson red. “This master greatly appreciates Binghe's efforts,” he manages to mumble.

Shen Qingqiu glances up from his paper, surprised by the sudden question. “... Binghe is not a bad person,” he replies, certain with his answer. “Why does he ask?”

Eyes linger for a second on the slip of skin revealed underneath Luo Binghe's robes. The pink on his cheek reaches up to his ears— he quickly snaps his fan open and lifts it up to the lower of his face. “Mn. Did Binghe bake it himself?”

He responds to the question with a small shake of his head, sitting across from Luo Binghe and looking at the cake. “Mm, no plans. This master was...” Clearing his throat, cheeks taking on a soft pink. “Was hoping to spend the day with Binghe.”

“Thank you, Binghe.” He smiles at him, not wasting a second in making his approach. “Did I make you wait long?”

Ah. It's his birthday.

👀

Sitting in his study, poking at a jade mandarin duck.

Pew pew pew!

𝑳𝒂𝒏 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒊 𝑹𝑷 𝐌𝐨 𝐃𝐚𝐨 𝐙𝐮 𝐒𝐡𝐢 (𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐝) AU/OC Friendly. Tinezone: GMT 0+ Mod: 30+ #mdzsrp

“Mm?” he lazily hums in response, giving his shoulder a small nuzzle before lifting his hands to assist Luo Binghe out of his garb with gentle hands. His fingers dance around the intricate fabrics soft to the touch as he leisurely tugs them off, watching them fall to the floor.

... Even his whines are cute! Inwardly, he clutches at his chest and sighs. Sitting up from his spot, he gingerly takes Luo Binghe's hand and rises to his feet. Sleepily blinks once or twice before leaning his head on the other's shoulder.

( Shen Qingqiu watches Liu Qingge as he summons his Cheng Luan, the blade bright and noble amidst the darkness of the woods. The sound seems to be coming from the bush right before them. Just as he is about to remind Liu Qingge to take caution, he suddenly fucking shoves a hand inside the bush! ——

Shen Qingqiu really is sincerely trying to fight away sleep. After such a long day, who wouldn't be knocked out?! But... “Binghe, let's get changed and ready for bed,” he speaks softly. A routine he's grown to enjoy throughout the time of their marriage.

“... Binghe...” How nice, how nice... he can fall asleep just like this!

It's quiet. It usually isn't this quiet at this hour. ( Just as he turns his head to listen to the other's question, he's immediately startled by the sudden rustling. Shen Qingqiu's eyes dart around before locking on the direction of the sound. He gives a small nod at Liu Qingge's gesture ——

It's a deal, then. May the one with the most kills win. If Liu-shidi is feeling competitive, it's only right to feel the same. ( All the things he can make Liu Qingge do! At this point, the pair have walked far into the forest, nothing but foliage and the dark of the hour surrounding them. )

oh no…peak lord shen, young master liu and the demon prince are fighting again ｡ﾟ(ﾟ;ㅅ;)ﾟ｡ #svsss

Collapsing right into his bed.

Mn. It is so. ( Silence. Not that Shen Qingqiu is looking to fill it — in fact, he quite likes the silence. It's a comfortable quiet. A familiar quiet, that he seems to only be able to share with Liu Qingge in particular. The silence is broken not too long later, when Liu Qingge suggesting that ——

En. You see, around chou time, the beast you left on my doorstep starts getting particularly rowdy. Eats up all of the bamboo — at the rate at which it feasts, it will pretty much ravage my entire peak if I do not intervene... ( He heaves a heavy sigh, waving his fan around. He allows ——

( By early evening, Shen Qingqiu begins to make his way to the willow tree. Upon reaching his destination, he is greeted by the sight of Liu Qingge standing underneath the tree. Illuminated by the scattering glow of twilight, he makes his approach. ) Liu-shidi. I must have kept you ——

He stays there on the ground. It's comfortable, really, and he can even fall asleep right then and there if he so tries. “I was looking,” he says, very honestly. “It's just that I'm very unlucky today.”

Understood. I'll be sure to meet Liu-shidi there, then. Near the old willow; after sunset, twilight. ( He plays a bit longer with the fan in his hands. Open, close, open, close — the sticks make a crisp sound with every slow, contemplative flick of his wrist. ) Then, I will attend to my ——

( There it is! As expected! What else can it possibly be, if not a night hunt! ) No. It's been quite a while since I last went out on a hunt. I'll be happy to join Liu-shidi, if this is what he wishes to have as compensation. ( An internal prayer resounds in his head — may his bones not creak! ——

Mm, after my classes... no, I don't believe I have any plans. ( Curiosity immediately brings a twinkle to his dark eyes. He closes his fan and presses it to his lips, brow deeply lined with thought. ) I'm assuming Liu-shidi has something in mind for him to be asking this, then? ( Knowing him, ——

( With a calm gaze, he watches the minute changes in Liu Qingge's expression, the corners of his own lips lifting. He wonders what the other must be thinking. Is he actually considering tying his fan to his hand?! ) No need? Nonsense. ( A flick of his billowing sleeves. ) There has to be some ——

I'm certain that if it's you, you will find a way. ( He lets out a soft hum, fan fluttering casually as they converse. It provides a nice breeze. ) But, understood. Thanking Liu-shidi for his thoughtfulness. This shixiong was careless and will be more careful moving forward. ( Seriously... ——

( Shen Qingqiu seriously contemplates tying the fan to his hand, opening and closing his fan in slow, languid movements. ) Tying it would be inconvenient. I'll just have to trust that Liu-shidi will be the one to find it next time, and the time after. ( He stifles a chuckle behind his fan. )

... I suppose Liu-shidi will have to find that out with me. ( He visibly brightens seeing the fan in Liu Qingge's hand, gingerly taking it with a small smile. With a flick of his wrist, the fan spreads open, revealing an ink landscape. ) Many thanks. If I may ask, where did you find it this time?

... Liu-shidi—

... My fan is missing.

2/3 #svsss #sairusb

3/3 #svsss #sairusb

1/3 #svsss #sairusb [ soldier, poet, king ] part 2

OH, BUT HE WILL. HE EVEN RUNS AWAY — AND IT WORKS, UNTIL he ends up tripping gracelessly on an inconveniently placed rock.

................. He... he is going to pretend he did nothing.

@rcpturous.bsky.social SNEAKING UP FROM BEHIND AND BITING

HATSUNE MIKU SAVE ME

That isn't! The fucking! Point! He covers Tianlang-Jun's mouth with his hands. “Don't even start!”

“... What? Wait, wait, hold on—” Looking AROUND NERVOUSLY—

“... Why do you need to know this?”

Yes, Your Excellency?

Hel... lo?

... I'm — I'm SORRY?

He takes Luo Binghe's hand into his own as they kiss, eager to receive his kisses and return them with his own before he feels the soft bed pressing against his back. Even so, he continues to meet his lips with his own, the kisses beginning to deepen each time.

“... Love?” Holding out his hand to take the coin. He takes a moment to stare at it. It's... literally a single fucking coin. What is he supposed to buy with a coin in this economy?! “Thank... you,” he manages to say with some difficulty.

.... The money! His freedom to use the money—!! He snaps the fan shut, pausing for a spell. “You... I wouldn't want you going through the trouble.”

Shen Qingqiu lifts his gaze when Luo Binghe begins to close the distance, his eyes flitting from his eyes to his lips before surging forward, being the one to kiss him instead. Bodies flush against one another, he closes his eyes and tugs the other close.