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I have been sool lucky to work on illustration for "Until the Sun Comes Up Again" by rinsled05! Go check this wonderful and intense story LINK
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My art for MXTX Bang 2019, collaboration with the sweet and talented Aki @dreaming-fireflies for “The King’s Tutor”, A BingQiu Historical Royal AU! Read this wonderful fic: here. Find us on Twitter: Ely @ladynikiforova; Aki @rinsled05
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
((Collaboration with the lovely and talented @chat-noir-chocolat and beta'd by the wonderful smile667 (smile6679 @ twitter) for @mxtxbang))
Summary:
It’s beyond scandalous, having sex in the royal archives. They could get caught at any time, with Shen Yuan executed for his audacity. For his tutee also happens to be a son of the Emperor, one of a set of twins. In a fair trial, Shen Yuan would say that Luo Binghe was to blame, that Luo Binghe was the one who had tugged him out of his seat and ushered him into the library, claiming to need help on some scholarly project.
But a trial in the Forbidden City, against a prince, will be anything but fair.
Or, Bingqiu historical royalty au, in which Shen Yuan is chosen to become the imperial tutor of Luo Binghe, son of Emperor Tianlang Jun. Deep in the Forbidden City, amidst the envy of his and Luo Binghe's twins, the last thing he expects is to fall in love.
Relationships: Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū Characters: Luò Bīnghé, Original Luò Bīnghé, Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Original Shěn Qīngqiū, Mèng Mó | Dream Demon (Scum Villain), Tiānláng-jūn, Zhúzhī-láng Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Ancient China, Alternate Universe - Twins, Falling In Love, Forbidden Love, Boys In Love, Romance, Drama & Romance, Angst and Romance, Smut, Anal Sex, Jealousy
All the weird misinterpretations and revisions of Russian history aside, Anastasia is one of my favourite movies because its plot structure is so fucking weird
It’s a period piece romance. That’s cool, that’s all well and good, except that on the sidelines there’s an undead warlock who’s trying so hard to kill the protagonist, but all in ways that the protagonist either doesn’t notice or doesn’t accept as supernatural
And it isn’t a twist! The audience knows about the warlock! The warlock has a villain song! The warlock is one of the principal characters! But the protagonist spends 95% of the movie completely unaware of the warlock, and just spends the entirety of the movie doing period piece romance things while being repeatedly inconvenienced by the warlock until the climax, when the protagonist has to very suddenly
Acknowledge the existence of the warlock
Acknowledge the existence of the supernatural
See some real-ass goddamn magic
Kill the warlock
I have never seen a movie with a plot structure like this before, and I don’t think I’ll see one like it ever again. It’s like an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice that turns Lady Catherine into a vampire who’s just repeatedly trying to drink Lizzy’s blood, but Lizzy doesn’t even notice until the climax whereupon she stuffs Lady Catherine’s mouth with garlic and cuts off her head (an adaptation I would kill to see, by the way). There are two completely different genres playing out at the same time, and one of them is trying to kill the other
Anyways that’s why the stage musical is bad, thank you and good night
The only thing I’m adding to this is that Disney’s Hercules has almost the same hero-villain dynamic in that the protagonist and antagonist think they are the heroes of two wildly different stories, and the protagonist doesn’t really know the antagonist exists until the endgame starts. It’s so fucking bizarre. They also both came out in 1997, and feature a red-headed protagonist who starts the story trying to find out who their parents are and falls in love with a shady brunette with dubious intentions who winds up trying to sacrifice themselves so the protagonist can live/be happy. I dunno what this means, but coincidence? I think NOT!
I thought about that? And honestly I’m willing to give Hercules a pass because at least the villain plot and the hero plot are thematically similar (mytho-comedy-superhero movie), while the two halves of Anastasia are so dissimilar (musical period piece romance/dark fantasy horror with Lovecraftian elements)
But! To continue from your point, 1997 also saw the release of The Fifth Element, a movie where the protagonist and the antagonist never meet and neither of them know about the other’s existence, and also features a red-headed protagonist who falls in love with a shady brunette with dubious intentions. How deep does this rabbit hole go
MDZS: WangXian ficlet; happy birthday, Lan Zhan!
Happy Jan 23, 2020 birthday, Lan Wangji!
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Lan Wangji closes the door. Turns to smile at Wei Wuxian, who smiles back at him, body immersed in the tub, chin resting on his arms. He glows in the candlelight, damp hair framing his face and clinging to the line of his neck, his bare shoulders. Bruises in the shape of Lan Wangji’s mouth cover fair skin, and Lan Wangji remembers the way they touched and kissed earlier, the way Wei Wuxian clung to him as they came together. In his gut, something stirs, hot and wanting, at the reminder, the feel of Wei Wuxian shaking apart against him.
Every year, they return to this inn in Yunping City, the one that holds memories of chickens, jujubes, drunken contact, and a broken tub. It’s Wei Wuxian who wanted to return—”Change the association we have of this place,” he explained—and they’ve come back every year since, the owner cheerily leading them to a room in the quietest area of the inn.
They don’t have to ask for a large tub now; the owner knows.
“The juniors?” Wei Wuxian asks, head tilting.
“Mn,” Lan Wangji says, fingers swiftly untying his belt. His forehead ribbon was long removed and still tied to the bedpost. “Came to give their greetings.”
“Sorry, what?” Wei Wuxian tilts his head, mouth tugged in a lewd grin, as Lan Wangji slips out of his clothes. “I’m a tad distracted.”
Lan Wangji’s lips twitch at the corners, aware of Wei Wuxian’s eyes on the smooth plane of his chest, the muscled lines of his abs. “You heard me.”
“I’m surprised they came so late,” Wei Wuxian hums, gaze still fixed on lan Wangji’s body. “You’d think they’ve learned our nightly routines by now.”
Fully stripped, Lan Wangji steps into the bath, water sloshing, and presses against Wei Wuxian, hands firm on his hips. “They arrived earlier.” He drops a kiss on Wei Wuxian’s jaw, just below his ear. “We were busy.”
“Right.” Breath catching, Wei Wuxian leans in, back to Lan Wangji's chest. “Because someone was more enthusiastic than usual.”
Lan Wangji noses into Wei Wuxian’s hair. Breathes in the fresh soap, the smell of Wei Wuxian mixed in it. “Birthday boy gets what he wants,” he murmurs.
Wei Wuxian’s laugh rolls through him, low and tumbling. “Boy do I regret ever saying that to you. If your uncle only knew how much of a filthy pervert you are, Lan-er-gege.”
Lan Wangji chuckles, a soft huff of breath. When Wei Wuxian twists around to look at him, eyes sparkling, he slides his mouth over Wei Wuxian’s, his heart soaring as Wei Wuxian opens up, lets him in.
Happy birthday, Lan Zhan. Here’s to another year with you, Lan Zhan.
Words aren’t necessary.
Lan Wangji knows.
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FAVORITE FANFICS OF 2019
HAPPY NEW YEAR’S EVE & HAPPY 2020 TO YOU ALL.
So this was a fun post I did last year, inspired by the dozens of Favorite Books of 2018 by the booktubers I followed and I thought to myself: why not do a little something something for the fanfics that stood out to me, stuck me with throughout the year.
Last year I read insanely amazing reads, and if you’re interested to see what were my favorite fanfics of 2018, here’s the link: past favs
For this year, I read sooooooo many incredible fanfics that it was hard to narrow it down to just 10. And the funny thing is, a good portion were from the same author, so it was insanely hard picking the top one.
I implore all of you reading and following me to try the tag-and please tag me. Always on the hunt for fanfic recs. I also am curious to hear the favorites from the following people: @kila09, @sebbies, @bookstakeyoutootherworlds, @scarlet47, @fleetofshippyships, @eyelashesandentropy, @tired-luxis, @dreamydrarry, @mothermalfoy, @profoundfelicity & @goldentruth813
Without any further ado, here are my top 10 favorite fanfics for 2019:
1). Soup-pocalypse and The Great Curry Cataclysm by SqaudOfCats/ @norelationtoatticus (drarry)
Summary: Eleven years after the war, Draco Malfoy leads a quiet, boring, and perfectly respectable life, thanks very much. Or, at least he does, until a sudden and very unexpected veela awakening causes him to throw soup all over Harry Potter in the middle of the Ministry cafeteria.
If the summary alone doesn’t get you to immediately click on the link and read, I don’t know what to say. But I can say this. SqaudofCats has become my new drarry favorite author period. I read all of her drarry stories, loved them all, and am hoping she does more.
This story, in one word, was a GEM. A FUCKING GEM. It was so so so good.There were so many good elements: Veela Draco, Dad Harry raising Teddy, Draco learning how to cook, a strang but HILARIOUS courtship involving food that I didn’t realize how much I needed until this story. It was also a perfect blend of fluff with so many cute moments and angst, which thankfully didn’t involve the couple but had to do with Harry’s mental health and PTSD post-war.
I read this story back in May and I still think about it. Have to stop myself from reading because I have so many fanfic tabs. But it is so good. It’s so addicting. Highly recommend.
Honorable mentions from this writer:
*Gift for Draco
*Nearly Lost Things, Carefully Tended
2). Cinderfella by @goldentruth813 (sheith)
Summary: Takashi Shirogane is exactly the kind of man Keith likes; built like a brick house with a smile sweet enough to rot teeth and a heart of gold. Of course he’s also YouTube famous and worlds out of Keith’s league. The closest he can get to his pseudo-celebrity crush is when he watches Shiro’s videos from the safety of his bed. Or so he thinks.
This incredible bean of a human being, this incredible writer is the reason I was pulled into the sheith ship long before I finally got into the show-and then had me drag @kila09 into the incredible maddness that is Shiro and Keith and the crew….and the disappointing season 8 that I am still pissed about. But yes @goldentruth813 is the reason why I got pulled into this ship, and this fanfic is the story that sealed my love for sheith and made them my 3rd favorite ship of all time.
This story is a fun, hilarious modern twist of Cinderella that obviously involves two guys, one is who a popular Youtuber and the other who is a hardcore super fan who meet in the most surprising circumstances and come back together in the most hilarious of ways. With our classic glass slipper being a beloved leather jacket.
It’s so stinking cute. It’s so hilarious. And it’s so weird since, while I do appreciate the fairytale, Cinderella isn’t one of my favorites but I’m a sucker for a good retelling of it. And this was so good.
Honorable mention by this writer:
*Safe Haven
3). Burn the Witch by @lettersbyelise (drarry)
Summary: When Harry Potter is sent in to investigate Draco Malfoy’s successful potions company, posing as Draco’s bodyguard, he doesn’t know the case will launch a series of events that will change his life — and Draco’s. A story about choices, scars, Chopin piano pieces, and finding all kinds of love in the most unexpected places.
Let’s be honest here. At this point, are we really surprise to see this story here , featured in a favorites/rec list? Are we honestly surprise? At this point, I feel every drarry-shipping reader has read it. Devoured it. And praised it.
This story pretty much took over the drarry community the way Red, White & Royal Blue took over the book world. There wasn’t a day when I didn’t see Burn the Witch featured in a drarry fanfic recs post, saw posts praising it. Fanart of it, edits for it, and several mood-boards. It was THAT STORY. And I am proud to say it was worth THE HYPE.
Because it’s so well-known, I’m not going into too much detail but I can say it involves Daddy Draco and Scorpius who is precious, Harry in an undercover mission, and has one of the BEST post-war, slow-burn to the point of excruciating drarry relationship I’ve read all year. READ IT.
Honorable mention by this writer:
*Draco Malfoy’s Stupendous Seduction Seminar
*Love Me (Four Times)
4). Evitative by Vichan (drarry)
Summary: In the summer before his fifth year at Hogwarts, Harry is drawn to a room in Grimmauld Place. Like the Gryffindor he is, he enters the room without fear. The room is a library, and Harry is surprised to find that he’s eager to learn.Then he gets the bad news: he’s been accidentally expelled from Hogwarts, and he needs to be sorted again. Everyone is confident that he’ll go straight back to Gryffindor, but with what he’s been learning, Harry’s not so sure.
Out of all the stories I have in my list, this is the only one that is currently a WIP. I know some are hesitant with WIPs but this one is so worth it. Another hidden jewel found by chance. This story has to be one of the best slytherin-Harry ever and that shows the Slytherin House and the Slytherins in a positive light while still remaining true to their cunning ways.
5). Up We Go by Oh_Hey_Tae (BTS: Taehyung x Jimin x Yoongi)
Summary: “If you’re a witch that works with plants, then why are all of yours dead? That can’t be good for business.”
The room dims again, and Jimin lifts a hand to flip off the ceiling. Taehyung knows he’s sad and that’s why the shop darkens and he shouldn’t find it funny—but he can’t help it. Because this is ridiculous. The good kind of ridiculous. The amazing kind.
(Or: Taehyung has a green thumb, Jimin runs a magical store, and Yoongi can kind of see dead people.)
Oh my goodness, where on earth do I even begin with this one? I am loss for words. It’s been months since I read it and I am still lost for words on how incredible it is. This story reads like a fairytale. Who am I kidding? This is a fairytale. A beautiful fairytale that is of loss, grief, friendship, family, love, and magic. And a beautiful fairytale that features a poly relationship
I was broken at the last word of the last chapter. Broken. Broken and put back together again.This story was so heartbreaking and heartwarming and I couldn’t think of anything else the whole damn week after I finished it. It was that good.
Honorable mention by this writer:
* Tell Me Again
6). Silence by the Night by @parkkate (drarry)
Summary: After a spell goes horribly wrong, Harry has to deal with the loss of his eyesight. It’s such terrible timing, too, because how is he supposed to find out what Malfoy has been up to in the Room of Requirement? It’s not like he can ask the git, not only because it’s Malfoy, but also because the Slytherin has suddenly lost his voice. While they’re both trapped in the hospital wing, however, Harry discovers there’s so much he didn’t know about Malfoy, and it’s highly intriguing, but also a bit alarming. Where did all these confusing feelings come from all of a sudden? And what is Harry going to do about them?
See no evil. Hear no evil. Speak no evil. That is the best way to sum up this story. The themes of it certainly tie with the story. This story….there is a certain chapter and @parkkate knows what I mean if she remembers my reviews that shattered me. That made me sit down with a gasp because the angst just cut through me in a way that no other drarry fanfic had do to me. @parkkate I hope you know what I mean.
Funny thing is about this fanfic is that it took my lazy butt forever to read it, like months after it was done. And mind you, I’ve seen so much praise and incredible fanart for this fanfic as well. So yeah, I was cursing myself for not getting to it sooner. And it was so so so so damn good that I literally said to @parkkate THIS IS CANON. This is canon. This happened 6th year after the bathroom scene and no one can tell otherwise.
7). You only Live Once by @dreaming-fireflies (viktuuri/victuuri)
Summary: It’s when the man is soaring in mid-air under the full moon that Victor gets a good look at him: he’s Japanese, with black hair slicked back in a styled look, and a lithe body covered in tight, tight, leather under a navy blue coat.
And when the man lands on the ground again, Victor sees the final piece that captures his heart absolutely and thoroughly – a pair of brilliant, golden eyes.
Victuuri supernatural AU in which Victor is a Western demon hunter and Yuuri is a Japanese half-youkai exterminator.A cross-cultural romantic comedy/drama, with Japanese mythology, shounen action, and slice of life elements.
Literally the summary itself said everything you needed to know, everything that should AND MUST intrigue you enough into reading, that I don’t know if I really have anything to add. But I’ll try to add some of my own input.
Like the summary said, this is a Supernatural-au YOI story, infused with Japanese mythology. Two different shows that shouldn’t work together but somehow did, creating such a fantastic read. I loved it. From beginning to end. I even knew first chapter it was going to be an ultimate favorite of mine. This fanfic just reminded me of my great love for Vikor and Yuuri-and my need for a fucking season two. As well as reminded of the glorious prime days of Supernatural, which in my opinion were seasons 4 & 5. There was action, there was angst, there was mutual and insane pining from both sides, and so many incredible moments to put into words. Seriously, what more could you want?
@dreaming-fireflies, you seriously did the damn thing with this story.
Honorable mentions by this writer:
*Entwining Fates
*Zanka
8). your sharp and glorious thorn by @arahir (sheith)
Summary: To end the war they inherited, Keith marries the King he lead an army against.
“You know, we met once,” the king continues, voice closer, and Keith almost turns. They met many times on the field—but then the king clarifies with a single word. “Before.”
Before he was a king. Maybe before he was a general. Keith has traced his rise like the growth of a seed he planted in clay and never expected to see again for how poorly he sowed it. None of this would have been possible without Keith—not the war, not a line soldier’s battlefield promotion, not the end of it all, tied up so neatly by all Keith’s best mistakes. Not the killing, either. The king is right about that much, at least.
This is an arranged-marriage AU story, a trope I don’t love too much unless it’s really well done, and had very strong Game of Thrones vibes. And please note when I said Game of Thrones, I mean Game of Thrones back in its incredible prime, not the shitty season 8 we all agree was a nightmare never to be thought of again. But yes, this story was so good. Arranged marriage, enemies-to-lovers, slowburn. Please read.
9). Your Constellation Prize by rosegardenlake aka @whoalookingcooljoker (sheith)
Summary: Akira is Hollywood’s biggest celebrity. He sings, he acts, he models, he does it all and he does it perfectly. That’s what Shiro thinks at least, but what would he know? He’s just a tired office worker whose dreams fell through years ago. …But when he sees Akira, oh god, when he sees him - Shiro’s world fills with light again.
When Shiro lands an interview to be an assistant at Akira’s company, he has a hard time believing it’s reality. Though Akira’s rarely around, meeting everyone is like a dream. Especially meeting Keith, Akira’s shy sweet dorky cousin (OR IS HE?!)
I didn’t realize how much I would liked-love in fact-or needed a celebrity-AU until I read this story. And that’s about all I will say since I feel anything else will probably make things spoilery. But I will this say: these two can be such idiots, but they’re our lovable idiots and they’re so sweet, so soft. Also that this story definitely well-portrayed the dark side of fame.
10). That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 (drarry)
Summary: Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he’d thought would be easy after the war… with Draco Malfoy.
Least but certainly not least: an incredible, incredible drarry story done by the impeccable @bixgirl1.
I know I said that I’m not the biggest fan of the arranged marriage trope since I’ve been let down by so stories that started out promising but disappointed in the end. However, there are a few authors who I can always count on to make this trope into a great story. Such as @beatitudinembty, and also @bixgirl1.
This being is pretty much….I wanna say Sarah J Maas, one of my fav authors, in the drarry community. Everyone knows her. Everyone loves her. Everything she writes always turns into gold, and this latest story by hers was no except. Arranged marriage brings Harry and Draco together in the most infuriating, excruciating, incredibly-done slowburn.
Honorable mentions that I seriously wanted to add to the list but this post is already lengthy. All amazing, all greats reads by various writers y’all should check out:
*Moon-Eyed by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (Veela Draco, werewolf Harry, done by another star in the drarry community
*Expectant by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (drarry mpreg with Veela-Draco & werewolf-Harry)
*Where There is Tea by @bafflinghaze (drarry + bookstore+ tea=goodness)
*The Rules of Matchbreaking @nerdherderette ( drarry: match-maker Draco, oblivious Harry, what more could you want?)
* Come For Me by Frayach (drarry; SEAMY STEAMY smut and disabled rep)
*I Want Your Touch (And I Want Your Love) by @awjiminie (yoonmin with bad boy Jimin, good boy yoongi. What more could you want?)
*Seasons of Love by mucha (BTS; Jimin x Tae x Yoongi; incredibly well-done poly relationship)
Lovely people, that concludes my favorites of 2019. So many fantastic fanfics that I could spend hours gushing over them. To the writers who created these incredible stories. I applaud you. I thank you for creating and sharing these wonderful stories. Anyone interested in doing the tag, please do.
HAPPY NEW YEAR, GUYS.
Scum Villain; Binghe Week; Day Seven / Accompany
Title: The Monster in Us Author: Akiko / Rinsled05 (AO3) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Luo Binghe snaps. It’s humans who bully the weak and step on the downtrodden. It’s humans who care only about power and control, who hurt others for the sheer fun of it. Humans are the scum of this world. (Part 7 of a Binghe-centered; Bingqiu; Monster/Human AU.)
Written for @bingheweek: Day 7; Accompany Prev parts: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6
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“You look lighter,” Sha Hualing remarks. “The old man gave you some good advice?”
Luo Binghe lets his mouth curve slightly. “You could say that.”
“Good,” Sha Hualing says, leaning over to wipe down the counter. “Because whatever you think went down with Shen Qingqiu probably isn’t…” She trails off when the door creaks open. “Speak of the human!”
Luo Binghe’s pulse leaps.
Shen Qingqiu’s back. In a white shirt that’s just a little too translucent, in ripped jeans that fit perfectly to his trim waist and slim legs. His sleep-mussed hair and furrowed brows make Luo Binghe want to brush his fingers through—smooth them down with soft, light touches—but he ducks behind Sha Hualing just before the scent of pine hits him, hard and sharp.
“I’m half your size,” Sha Hualing hisses before she twists back, plastering on a smile for Shen Qingqiu. “Well, if it isn’t the hermit who gives his addresses out to monsters he barely knows!”
Shen Qingqiu rolls his eyes. “Trust me, that wasn’t my choice. If Mobei Jun weren’t mates with my roommate—”
The counter rocks from the impact of Sha Hualing’s palms slamming on the top. “Mobei Jun has a mate?” she says, eyes glowing, wings spread wide. “A human mate?”
“Ask him,” Shen Qingqiu huffs. “I’m here for....” His eyes flicker to Luo Binghe, who curls his shoulders and bends his knees in an effort to hide the rest of him behind Sha Hualing’s petite figure. “...a drink,” he finishes, eyes darting back to Sha Hualing. “I’m here for a drink.”
Sha Hualing’s voice is wry. “Sure you are.”
Exhaling, Shen Qingqiu gestures vaguely at a corner of the pub. “I’ll be over there, somewhere.” He clears his throat, and the pine smell sharpens. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Luo Binghe swallows; it’s obvious who Shen Qingqiu is really referring to.
Sha Hualing nudges her elbow into Luo Binghe’s ribs. “You’re serving his drink. Because I’m interrogating a certain ice demon,” she adds before Luo Binghe can protest.
There’s no way out of it; he’ll have to hash it out with Shen Qingqiu. And they should, of course, eventually.
Now feels far too soon.
He had just sifted through Shen Qingqiu's memories, learned Shen Qingqiu's deepest secrets. Just bolted from his front door after shoving a flower bouquet at him without a word of explanation.
"Embarrassing" is one way to describe it.
Breathing deep, Luo Binghe sets Shen Qingqiu’s favorite cocktail on a tray and heads toward the corner of the pub where Shen Qingqiu sits, his gaze fixed on some point on the far wall. When their eyes lock, cinnamon slips in to join the pine, and Luo Binghe can’t help but feel relieved. He’d flee right back to the counter if pine was the only fragrance on Shen Qingqiu in his presence.
“You came,” Shen Qingqiu says. His voice trembles just enough for Luo Binghe to drop into a seat across from him without any hesitation.
“I always will,” he says, softly.
Shen Qingqiu’s cheeks turn pink as jasmine wafts in, adding to the sweetness. He clears his throat again, eyes falling to his cocktail, fingers tapping on the table. “The jasmines were… really nice.”
Luo Binghe feels his own cheeks heat up. "Good," he says.
Silence falls between them, long and awkward and drawn out.
Luo Binghe shifts on his seat. This is going nowhere.
“Can I… ask you a question?”
“Ask and we’ll see,” Shen Qingqiu says. The relief in his voice surges forth with the scent of cinnamon, giving Luo Binghe the courage to plunge on.
“Qingge…” He nods at the jade pendant hanging against Shen Qingqiu’s chest. “Who is he to you?”
A pause, Shen Qingqiu’s hand lifting to grasp the pendant. “A friend and one of the two humans I trust in this world," he says, then.
The flames deep inside Luo Binghe flicker, fanned by irritation. But Luo Binghe reminds himself to focus on Shen Qingqiu, on the actual words he’s saying.
(It would have been easy, so easy, to destroy every trace of Liu Qingge in Shen Qingqiu’s mind.
But it wouldn’t have been right.
Not when Liu Qingge was Shen Qingqiu’s first human friend; not when Shen Qingqiu treasures him so much that the pendant remains in the oasis of his barren dreamscape. Liu Qingge is to Shen Qingqiu, what Shen Qingqiu is to him—a half-human, half-monster who’s gained nothing but misery from humans.)
“Just a friend?” Luo Binghe ventures, carefully.
Shen Qingqiu’s gaze is steady as it meets Luo Binghe’s. “Just a friend.”
Luo Binghe feels his heart sing. He doesn't know why, but he trusts Shen Qingqiu. Wants to trust him. So if he says that Liu Qingge is just a friend, then Liu Qingge is just a friend. Which means...
“Dinner,” Luo Binghe blurts out. “Later?”
Shen Qingqiu sucks in a breath. His gaze shifts away, the pink on his cheeks darkening. “Don’t you have work?”
“Not tonight he doesn’t,” Sha Hualing yells from the counter. "For the whole night, if you know what I mean."
Shen Qingqiu’s flush spreads, the scent of jasmine growing with it, and Luo Binghe itches to trace the warm path with his mouth and tongue, fully soaking in the sweet fragrance. Lets himself indulge in the thought, because it just might be possible someday. (Soon, hopefully.)
“That bat-like hearing is going to be a problem,” Shen Qingqiu mutters.
“Only if you make it one,” Sha Hualing snorts.
Luo Binghe laughs.
The smell of pine has completely faded.
Scum Villain; Binghe Week; Day Six / Revenge
Title: The Monster in Us Author: Akiko / Rinsled05 (AO3) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Luo Binghe snaps. It’s humans who bully the weak and step on the downtrodden. It’s humans who care only about power and control, who hurt others for the sheer fun of it. Humans are the scum of this world. (Part 2 of a Binghe-centered; Bingqiu; Monster/Human AU.)
Written for @bingheweek: Day 6; Revenge Prev parts: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5
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"Not all monsters eat humans! Not all monsters are mean! My parents are more monstrous than any monster can ever be!"
"You're crazy, Shen Qingqiu! You're a crazy monster-loving nutjob!"
The children shove Shen Qingqiu to the ground, laugh at him until he bursts into tears. There are bruises on his face, his arms, his legs. Bruises too big, too deep, for mere children to have inflicted them.
Luo Binghe's claws dig into his palms until they bleed.
"Want a look at his parents?" He can hear the wince in Meng Mo's voice. "It… won't be pretty."
"No need," Luo Binghe says, a low growl. "Let's move forward."
"Qingqiu, I've noticed how you tend to eat alone during lunchtime…"
"I don't need friends," Shen Qingqiu says, chin lifted. He's older now, taller and leaner. His features have settled into a beauty so natural, so unassuming, that even the adult female seated across the table looks a little flushed into his presence.
"I know your classmates can be a little nasty at times—"
Shen Qingqiu's voice goes eerily quiet.
"A little?" he says. "A little? Is that why you and every other teacher in this godforsaken school has allowed those idiots to do whatever they want with me? Call me unloved, unwanted. Say I was the one who drove my parents away, the cowardly bastards who abandoned me for daring to call the police on them?"
"Qingqiu," the teacher gasps. "Language!"
Eyes blazing, Shen Qingqiu rises from his seat. "Yes. Let's focus on what's really important here." He spits out the next word as if it's poison. "Language."
Then, he stalks out of the office, ignoring the teacher's calls.
"I don't believe this is helping you trust humans," Meng Mo mutters.
Luo Binghe reminds himself to breathe. In and out, in and out. Before he gives in to the mad urge to leave Shen Qingqiu's memories and start tearing apart all human districts with his bare hands.
"No," he says. "But it's helping me trust Shen Qingqiu. Next."
The scene materializes, revealing a familiar street, one that Luo Binghe passes everyday on his grocery run.
A younger Shen Qingqiu is walking up now, tugging huge suitcases behind him. His silken hair glows in the light of a streetlamp, longer and tied in a high ponytail that sways with every step.
(Luo Binghe wishes Shen Qingqiu had kept his hair long.)
“That’s what you get for coming to this side of town!”
At the loud cackle, Shen Qingqiu turns to find a group of monsters kicking at something on the ground. Frowning, he drags his suitcases over. The small wheels crack and tumble over asphalt, the noise drawing the monsters’ attention. Slowly, they move to tower over Shen Qingqiu, who looks up at them with raised eyebrows.
“A little late for all that aggression, isn’t it?” Shen Qingqiu says, lightly.
A crow monster clacks his beak. “What have we here?”
“Another human,” says the monster with the loud cackle.
“More bones to break, more bones to break,” a third monster chirps.
Luo Binghe lets out a snarl, and the scene flickers, the edge of it turning red.
“Luo Binghe,” Meng Mo bellows. “Control yourself!”
Gritting his teeth, Luo Binghe reigns in his fury. “But those bastards—”
“This is a memory. There’s nothing you can do for Shen Qingqiu now.” Meng Mo exhales. “Besides, teenagers will be teenagers.”
“That’s no excuse,” Luo Binghe snaps. He remembers the way he was surrounded, the way he was taunted by his attackers. These monsters are no different from humans.
No different from… humans…
Red fades from the edges, the memory returning to normal.
“Good,” Meng Mo says. “Violence only begets violence—”
A sneakered foot slams into the crow monster’s face, smashing him into the nearest tree trunk.
Hissing, the other monsters spin around, fangs bared. “You—!”
A human male stares up at them through his bangs, a trail of blood streaming down his temple, cheek, jaw. His hair is tousled just so, his shirt torn and spotted red.
But it’s his eyes that make Luo Binghe suck in a breath—eyes burning with an emotion that Luo Binghe knows all too well.
Pure, unadulterated hatred.
So this is Qingge.
A monster lunges at him, only to rear back, shrieking.
“My eyes! My eyes!!”
Qingge pulls his hand back while the monster stumbles about, steam wafting up from between his palms and face. There’s a sizzling noise, like meat on a grill, and the other monsters exchange fearful looks, backing away in unison.
“The hell did you do,” spits out the monster with the cackle.
Holding up his palm, Qingge reveals a jade guanyin pendant in the middle of it.
There it is, Luo Binghe thinks.
“So what if you’ve got jade,” a monster shouts. “It’s still five against one…” He looks back, his one eye widening at the realization that his companions have sped down the street.
“Y-You’ll regret this,” the monster yelps before sprinting after the others.
Qingge snorts, “Idiots.”
Quiet this entire time, Shen Qingqiu finally steps forward. “You’re uh, still bleeding.”
He doesn’t flinch when Qingge’s eyes flick to him, narrowing.
“What are you doing here?” Qingge demands, one hand lifting to swipe at the blood on his face. “This district isn’t safe for humans.”
“I’m moving in,” Shen Qingqiu sniffs. “What’s your excuse?”
“You’re moving in?” Qingge says, incredulous. “Why? How?”
Shen Qingqiu folds his arms across his chest. “I’m not answering any more of your questions until you’ve answered mine.”
Qingge quirks at eyebrow. “...I was curious,” he says after a moment. “If monsters are as bad as everyone says they are.”
“And are they?”
Qingge flexes his bloodied hand. “What do you think?”
Wordless, Shen Qingqiu tugs out a handkerchief from his jeans pocket and presses it into Qingge’s hand.
Instantly, the tip of Qingge’s ears turn pink. “What are you—”
“For the blood,” Shen Qingqiu says, seemingly unaware of Qingge’s flustered response. “And to your questions: why, because I’d rather take my chances with monsters; how, I found an ad looking for a human roommate. An ad from another human,” he adds when Qingge’s eyebrows needle together in a frown.
“Someone as crazy as you are, then.” Qingge pauses, then tosses something at Shen Qingqiu, who catches it out of reflex. “You’ll be needing this.”
Shen Qingqiu opens his palm.
The guanyin pendant.
“They’re deathly allergic to jade,” Qingge continues. “Practically melts their skin off.”
Shen Qingqiu blinks at him. “But, you…”
“I can get another.” Qingge shrugs. “My sister makes these for a living.”
“Oh.” A smile blooms across Shen Qingqiu’s face. “Thank you, um…”
“Liu Qingge,” Qingge says, gruffly, averting his gaze.
“Qingge,” Shen Qingqiu says, smile going soft.
The pink on Qingge’s ears darken and spread down his neck.
A cracking sound resonates through the memory.
Meng Mo’s voice drifts in, resigned.
“That was the coffee table, wasn’t it?”
Luo Binghe doesn’t respond, pieces of the marbled table crumbling under his claws. Shen Qingqiu smiles too much, too easily. Really, does he even need this memory of Liu Qingge? Or any other memories of that man? With Meng Mo, it’d be easy, so easy, to destroy every trace of Liu Qingge in Shen Qingqiu’s mind.
Then Shen Qingqiu will be his and only his.
Scum Villain; Binghe Week; Day Five / Disciple
Title: The Monster in Us Author: Akiko / Rinsled05 (AO3) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Luo Binghe snaps. It’s humans who bully the weak and step on the downtrodden. It’s humans who care only about power and control, who hurt others for the sheer fun of it. Humans are the scum of this world. (Part 2 of a Binghe-centered; Bingqiu; Monster/Human AU.)
Written for @bingheweek: Day 5; Disciple Prev parts: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4
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It's Meng Mo who approaches Luo Binghe the next morning, arms tucked in the sleeves of his robes.
"What happened?" he asks, gingerly.
Luo Binghe glares at Meng Mo. Curled in a ball, he knows he's shaking, eyes bloodshot and sigil glowing red in the darkness. Looking as if he's finally fallen past the edge of sanity. Nightmares kept him up all night—of Qingge mocking him, insulting him, stabbing him through the heart with a dagger. All while Shen Qingqiu watched and laughed.
"I enter people's dreams, as you know," Meng Mo says. "And yours were, well. Unsettling."
Ah, yes. It's why the outline of Meng Mo is so faint, having gone in and out of this reality so many times that his own body has faded.
"Understatement of the year," Luo Binghe mutters.
"Mmhm." Meng Mo floats closer, the edge of his long robes trailing across the floor. "I can feel your rage, too. Your hatred."
Luo Binghe looks away, scowling. "Humans bring nothing but pain."
"Even your mother?" Meng Mo says. "The old washer lady in your childhood stories?"
The old man's questions fan the flames of Luo Binghe's bitterness into a towering inferno, scorching a burning trail up his throat.
"They left me," he rasps. "When I most needed them. I was scared, I was alone… and if they'd just trusted monsters enough to let me be with them—! My own mother fraternized enough to have me, so why…!?" Luo Binghe buries his face in his knees, the tip of his horns scraping against skin. "I hate them, so much."
Silence. Then, a quiet rustle, before Luo Binghe feels the silk fabric of Meng Mo's robes brush his arms as the monster sinks down next to him.
"I can also take company into dreams," Meng Mo says. "If said company so wishes."
Luo Binghe snorts. "Why the hell would I want to—" He stops when the full implication of Meng Mo's suggestion dawns on him. Sucks in a breath, the red of his sigil faltering. "You mean…"
"Oh, yes," Meng Mo says. "To observe. And to understand."
Luo Binghe straightens, jaw clenched. He's always wanted to understand the human psyche, what drives them to such brutalities and wanton betrayal.
Most of all, he wants to know what Shen Qingqiu is thinking.
"I'm in."
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Shen Qingqiu's dreamscape is a barren desert, their feet sinking into the hot sand with each step. The sun beats down on them, merciless, not even a wisp of cloud to soften the harsh rays. In the heat, it's hard to breathe, the air thick and hazy and full of sand.
This isn't at all what Luo Binghe is expecting.
He turns to Meng Mo, who shakes his head.
“Every dreamscape reflects a person’s state of mind. Some are gardens: rich and full of life. Others are…" Meng Mo shades his eyes and looks out at the desolate world ahead. "...anything but."
Luo Binghe swallows, hard. In retrospect, it makes sense; Shen Qingqiu can’t have turned into a human-hating hermit without some damage to his psyche. But for his mind to be this isolated, this empty… all of Luo Binghe’s rage evaporates under the scorching sun.
Maybe Shen Qingqiu needs him as much as he does Shen Qingqiu.
"Come," Meng Mo says. "There must be an oasis somewhere."
They venture across the searing sand, Luo Binghe trudging after Meng Mo, who floats smoothly through the air.
"How do you know there's an oasis?" Luo Binghe asks, spitting out sand.
Meng Mo shrugs. "Because no human or monster would possess the will to live, otherwise."
Given the vastness of this wasteland, Shen Qingqiu must be barely surviving.
Luo Binghe feels his heart sink at the thought, just as Meng Mo points a bony finger at a spot of color in the far distance, hidden amidst the neverending shades of brown.
The oasis is small but lush. There're plenty of flowers, trees, small ponds, even small animals, as if all life squeezed itself into this tiny space and made the best of what it could.
In the middle of it, sits Shen Qingqiu.
The smell of cinnamon is strong here, stronger than jasmine or pine, and Luo Binghe breathes in the cloying sweetness with relish.
Meng Mo gestures. "Let's get closer."
"Won't he see us?" Luo Binghe whispers.
"Only if I want him to," Meng Mo says.
They walk right up to Shen Qingqiu, whose head is bowed, tending to something on the ground.
At the sight of it, Luo Binghe's chest goes hot in an entirely different way.
A pot of jasmines, labeled "From Binghe" in elegant penmanship.
And from the way Shen Qingqiu is gazing at it, lashes fanned over soft eyes, the way he waters the flowers with such careful tips of the watering can, it looks almost as though… as though….
"He treasures you," Meng Mo says, softly.
This is it.
This is the answer Luo Binghe was seeking.
Without thought, he falls to his knees, throwing his arms around Shen Qingqiu. Lets out a sob when they pass right through—fail to give him the warmth he so craves—but he presses in anyway, pushing his nose into the crook of Shen Qingqiu's neck. Even in a dream, the aromas there—of cinnamon, jasmine, pine—are overwhelming, dizzying, and Luo Binghe wants to drown in them, forever.
But he does pause, just a beat, when his eyes catch a glint of the guanyin pendant on Shen Qingqiu's chest.
"Meng Mo."
"What is it," Meng Mo says, floating up.
"Is there any way I can find out what that means to him?" Luo Binghe asks, claws flicking at the pendant.
"It's important to him, if he's wearing it in his oasis," Meng Mo hums, one hand reaching for his beard. "We'd have to sift through his memories for that one."
Luo Binghe's head snaps up. "You can do that?"
"Of course," Meng Mo huffs, seemingly insulted. "I toy with dreams; memories are but child's play."
"Can you teach me?"
Meng Mo strokes his beard. "It's a dangerous skill, Luo Binghe. How do I know you won't use it to mess with human minds?"
Luo Binghe turns to bow. "I only wish to learn everything I can about Shen Qingqiu so I can understand him. Learn to trust humans again," he adds, glibly.
Meng Mo shoots a glance at Shen Qingqiu, before he tucks his arms into his sleeves with a sigh.
"Very well."
Scum Villain; Binghe Week; Day Four / Despair
Title: The Monster in Us Author: Akiko / Rinsled05 (AO3) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Luo Binghe snaps. It’s humans who bully the weak and step on the downtrodden. It’s humans who care only about power and control, who hurt others for the sheer fun of it. Humans are the scum of this world. (Part 2 of a Binghe-centered; Bingqiu; Monster/Human AU.)
Written for @bingheweek: Day 4; Despair. Prev parts: Day 1 | Day 2 | Day 3
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Shen Qingqiu stops coming to the pub.
It starts to weigh on Luo Binghe, perking up every time the double doors swing open, only to catch a glimpse of horns, wings, or tails. Just another monster, he’d think, fists clenched. Just another monster.
Weeks in, he yearns the smell of jasmine to the point of aching.
But, of course. Whenever he wants a human, the human leaves.
His mother did, and so did the old washer woman.
Why shouldn’t Shen Qingqiu?
The embers deep inside him spark to life, hot and molten. Humans are selfish, he thinks. Humans are untrustworthy. Humans are—
“Okay, you need to stop,” Sha Hualing snaps.
Luo Binghe’s eyes narrow. “Stop what?”
“Stop glowing.” Sha Hualing flicks a finger at the sigil on Luo Binghe’s forehead. “You’re scaring customers.”
Luo Binghe shifts his gaze to the monster at the counter, who stares back at him with its five eyes, wide and trembling.
Ah. Right.
Luo Binghe draws in a breath, slow and deep; lets his frustration melt away with his exhale.
“Better,” Sha Hualing sniffs. “Look, if you want to ask Shen Qingqiu out, you’ll have to be patient. Showing up twice every week? Totally abnormal for him. Next time he comes out will probably be—”
“I have his home address,” Mobei Jun says from the other side of the bar.
Luo Binghe’s heart leaps.
“What!?” Sha Hualing whirls on Mobei Jun. “How do you have his address? He doesn’t give anything to anyone. Not even his phone number!”
Mobei Jun ignores her, arching an eyebrow at Luo Binghe instead. ("I'm talking to you," she shrieks.)
“Do you want it or not?”
“I do,” Luo Binghe says, without thought. Seconds before Sha Hualing lunges at Mobei Jun.
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The scent of pine has taken over.
Luo Binghe pauses, one hand lifted and hovering just inches away from Shen Qingqiu's front door. He's beginning to understand that the different scents indicate Shen Qingqiu's different moods, but pine is so rare that he can't fathom what that means.
It's no less alluring, though, if Luo Binghe's quickening pulse is any indication.
He looks down at the bouquet of jasmines in his other hand, wondering if this is a good idea. They've met a few times, spoken for less than twenty minutes each. And now he's shown up, unannounced, at the doorstep of a man who prefers to be left alone. But Meng Mo and Sha Hualing were so insistent about the visit—"And a gift," they chorused in unison—that he caved, stopping by a flower shop on the way.
Shen Qingqiu lives on the far side of the district, in a quiet little apartment complex by the lake. It suits him, the tranquility of the place, and Luo Binghe can picture him seated on a bench, gazing out at the still waters. The thought warms Luo Binghe, brings out a smile on his face.
Good idea or not, he won't find out by waiting at the front door.
Breathing deep, Luo Binghe raises his hand again.
But the door jerks open first.
"—really, you're being overprotective—"
Shen Qingqiu cuts off mid-sentence, his eyes going wide as they flick up to meet Luo Binghe's. He's in shorts and an oversized shirt that slides off one shoulder, carrying a trash bag in one hand. Luo Binghe's own eyes are drawn to the smooth, exposed skin like a moth to the flame.
The earthy scent of pine hits him, seconds later, mixed with a hint of cinnamon.
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu says, voice slightly strained. "What are you doing here?"
Flushing, Luo Binghe drags his gaze back up. "I uh… I got your address from Mobei Jun and I thought I'd, um…"
"This really isn't a good time," Shen Qingqiu sighs.
Luo Binghe swallows. Shen Qingqiu isn't yelling, nor is he wielding a weapon of any sort. So far, so good. "Is there ever a good time?" he says, sounding bolder than he feels.
Shen Qingqiu's lips tip upward at the corners. "Fair point.” Then, he tilts his head, hair falling across his face. (The pad of Luo Binghe's fingers inch to brush it aside.) "Are those for me?" he asks, nodding at the bouquet.
Luo Binghe brightens. "Yes, they're—"
"Who's there?"
The voice is low and deep.
And coming from inside Shen Qingqiu's apartment.
Luo Binghe's chest goes tight.
"It's…" Shen Qingqiu hesitates. "...a friend."
"A monster?" the voice says. Something about the way that's said makes Luo Binghe's hackles rise, his free hand rolling into a fist. It's the emphasis on the second word, the sheer disgust injected into otherwise neutral syllables.
"He's harmless, Qingge," Shen Qingqiu says.
Luo Binghe cracks a smile, forces the words out of his mouth. "Who's Qingge?"
The pine smell gets stronger, pushing out the cinnamon. Enticing as it is, Luo Binghe decides that he doesn't like that scent on Shen Qingqiu.
"Qingge is—"
"A friend."
A man shows up behind Shen Qingqiu, his dark eyes narrowed and blazing, the muscles of his lean body coiled tight beneath the white T-shirt like a wound spring.
"A human friend," the man adds, arms folded across his chest.
Luo Binghe might have ignored him—maybe tugged Shen Qingqiu into the corridor and slammed the door in his face— if not for the jade guanyin pendant hanging at his chest. An exact replica of Shen Qingqiu's.
This Qingge must be more than a friend.
Something painful happens in Luo Binghe's chest, and he turns to leave, eyes burning.
"Wait, Binghe—"
"Don't," Luo Binghe chokes out. "Don't say my name."
Not like that, so soft and wistful and sad.
The way his mother did, right before she died.
Whipping around, he shoves the bouquet into Shen Qingqiu's arms before he flees.
No, this was not a good idea at all.
Scum Villain; Binghe Week; Day Three / Poison
Title: The Monster in Us Author: Akiko / Rinsled05 (AO3) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Luo Binghe snaps. It’s humans who bully the weak and step on the downtrodden. It’s humans who care only about power and control, who hurt others for the sheer fun of it. Humans are the scum of this world. (Part 2 of a Binghe-centered; Bingqiu; Monster/Human AU.)
Written for @bingheweek: Day 3; Poison. Prev parts: Day 1 | Day 2
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Luo Binghe remembers Shen Qingqiu’s fragrance vividly—the overwhelming sweetness of jasmine and the way it sent tingles down his spine, right to his toes. That’s never happened before; not with his mother, not with the old washer woman. Definitely not with his monster friends.
What’s happening to him?
“You’ve found a mate.”
Luo Binghe stares at Mobei Jun. “A what?”
“A mate,” Mobei Jun says again, face impassive.
It’s so rare for Mobei Jun to weigh in on such matters that Luo Binghe can’t help but lean in for more. He knows next to nothing about Mobei Jun, beyond the fact that he’s from the tundras of the far north and can drink Sha Hualing under the table. Now, he can add "willing educator of monster relationships" to the list.
“What do you mean? How would you know that?”
“We have a heightened sense of smell compared to humans. But what you’re reacting to isn’t just his scent. It’s his pheromones.”
Luo Binghe turns bright red. “Oh.”
“And we only react to that with a potential mate.”
“So…” Luo Binghe swallows. “So my potential mate is a human? That’s not supposed to happen. I hate humans. We hate humans. Right? I mean, we’re monsters—well, technically, I’m half-monster, but I’ve vowed to stay away from humans because of their vicious, cruel nature. What am I supposed to do now?”
In the silence that follows, Mobei Jun huffs out a sigh, his breath forming a cold mist in the air.
“Talk to Sha Hualing,” says the ice demon.
Then, he gets off the couch and leaves.
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All Sha Hualing does is laugh, pause for breath, then laugh some more.
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Several times, Shen Qingqiu returns to the pub.
“You came out of your apartment again? Should we call an ambulance?” Sha Hualing quips, which draws out a low chuckle from the man.
Luo Binghe shivers at the sound.
The scent of jasmine isn’t as strong as before, but it’s there, and it’s distracting. Twice, Luo Binghe mixes the wrong cocktails and serves them to the wrong customers. Twice, he spills drinks over the counter, on monsters’ laps.
“The hell is wrong with you?” Sha Hualing hisses, wings stretched taut behind her. “You take idiot pills this evening? Get your act together!”
“Sorry,” Luo Binghe mutters.
He looks up to find Shen Qingqiu watching him, laugh lines crinkling around the corners of his warm eyes.
Cinnamon joins jasmine, the fragrance now sweeter than ever.
Luo Binghe drops his third drink.
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“Love is like poison,” Meng Mo says, sagely, floating cross-legged in midair. “It can hurt you, kill you, destroy what’s left of you. But like every poison, it is also a cure. A cure for loneliness, for loss, for despair. Exactly what you need right now."
Luo Binghe blinks at him. “What?"
“Oh for—” Sha Hualing shoves Meng Mo aside, ignoring his indignant yelp. “What the old fool is trying to say is, so what if Shen Qingqiu is human? Yeah, you might get hurt because humans are assholes, but guess what? Monsters can be assholes, too. So just fucking ask Shen Qingqiu out already.” She jabs a claw at him, sharp and painted dark red. “Or I’ll do it for you.”
Luo Binghe decides to ask Shen Qingqiu about dinner the next time he sees him.
What harm could come out of a simple dinner?
Scum Villain; Binghe Week; Day Two / Found
Title: The Monster in Us Author: Akiko / Rinsled05 (AO3) Rating: PG-13 Warnings: None Summary: Luo Binghe snaps. It’s humans who bully the weak and step on the downtrodden. It’s humans who care only about power and control, who hurt others for the sheer fun of it. Humans are the scum of this world. (Part 2 of a Binghe-centered; Bingqiu; Monster/Human AU.)
Written for @bingheweek: Day 2; Found. Prev parts: Day 1
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Monsters aren’t hard to find; they’ve been relegated to a tiny district in town, cordoned off and forgotten by the rest of society.
Luo Binghe finds his place in a group of monsters that run a pub in the seediest, rowdiest corner of the district. Meng Mo is the boss; Mobei Jun and Sha Hualing tend to the bar, mixing drinks and entertaining customers. They had ushered in Luo Binghe the second they laid eyes on him—on the blood-red sigil between his horns, the dark splatters across his face and chest. ("He's gonna bring trouble," Sha Hualing hissed, bat wings fluttering in agitation. Meng Mo shushed her, his form faint and almost dream-like, while Mobei Jun wiped Luo Binghe down, his palms ice-cold even through the towel.)
The next day, Meng Mo puts Luo Binghe straight to work, running little errands and tasks for him. From time to time, Sha Hualing makes comments about the “putrid smell of human” in Luo Binghe, but the other two choose to leave it alone, for which Luo Binghe is grateful.
For the next few years, Luo Binghe is content. His adolescent body fills out, and by twenty, he has grown enough to tower over Sha Hualing, even meet Mobei Jun’s icy stare at eye level. Meng Mo has him working at the bar, then, next to Mobei Jun and Sha Hualing.
Instantly, the pub sees a burst of new patrons, all of them fawning over the newest bartender.
(“Typical,” Sha Hualing snorts, wings unfurling. “One whiff of fresh meat is all it takes.”)
Luo Binghe doesn’t mind. It’s the sort of attention that doesn’t involve a bat swung at his face, or a foot stuck between his ribs. The sort that actually feels good.
From time to time, he has thoughts about revolution, flames of rage licking up his chest, raw and consuming. Thoughts about the rise of monsters and their rights, their place, in this messed up world.
But Luo Binghe is content now. Satisfied, even.
Monsters are happy where they are, and perhaps he should be, too.
Until one day, a man walks into the pub.
A human man.
Tall and slim, he’s wearing a dark green coat over a white T-shirt and tattered jeans. He moves with grace and confidence, gliding over to the bar counter and squeezing into the gap between a monster with the head of an eagle and another that's made of clay. As if it's just a stroll in the park.
“What drinks have you got today?” he asks, leaning across the counter. Against his chest, a jade guanyin pendant shifts with the movement, glinting in the dim light.
Luo Binghe breathes deep, catching a waft of jasmine, cinnamon, and pine. Sweet and earthy, not a hint of fear. “Nothing a human would want,” he says in a low growl.
Unfazed, the man’s mouth curls on one side. “Try me,” he says.
Something about that ignites a spark in Luo Binghe.
“Hey,” Sha Hualing snaps, a warning, but he’s already mixing the most potent drink he knows, shaking it thoroughly before he pours it into a glass and slides it across the counter.
Bending over, the man takes a sniff at the drink. “Are you trying to kill me?” he says after a beat.
Luo Binghe scowls. “You wanted a challenge.”
“Not to the death.”
The man draws back to study Luo Binghe. The scent of jasmine grows stronger as his honey-brown eyes rove down Luo Binghe, whose cheeks warm at the sensation.
“You’re new,” the man says.
New? How would he know that, unless—
“That’s what you get for staying holed up in your apartment all day,” Sha Hualing scoffs.
Wait. What?
“I live in this district so no one'll bother me about socializing.” The man shoves the glass back. “Just give me my usual.”
“Coming right up.”
Confused, Luo Binghe turns to Sha Hualing. “You know him?” he whispers.
“Sure, I do.” Sha Hualing’s hands flit about as she prepares the cocktail mix. “Shen Qingqiu, the hermit who chose to live on this side of town. Don’t get the wrong idea; he’s not crazy about monsters. But between humans and monsters, he prefers to live with us.” Her red lips curve in a lopsided smirk. “Pretty smart for an inferior species, if you ask me.”
“I’m not deaf, you know,” Shen Qingqiu grumbles.
“With your sense of hearing, you humans might as well be.” Sha Hualing absently flicks the tip of her wing at Luo Binghe. “This is our new hire, Luo Binghe. A halfie,” she adds as an afterthought.
“Ah,” Shen Qingqiu says. “Is that why you’re here?”
Luo Binghe nods, slowly, resting a hand on the counter to steady himself. A human is talking to him. A human that smells nice and looks nice—oh, more than nice, really—is actually willing to make conversation with him. Without the desire to maim him.
The bizarreness of the situation is making him dizzy.
“Don’t blame you,” Shen Qingqiu says. “Humans suck.”
Luo Binghe nods again. “Yeah.” Then, with more conviction, “Yeah, they do.”
Shen Qingqiu smiles. The scent of jasmine becomes so overpowering then, so intoxicating, cracks form on the edge of the counter where Luo Binghe’s claws have dug in.
What’s happening to him?