my last contribution for the @mxtxfoodzine!! thank you @stiltonbasket for both your wonderful fic AND all the contributions you’ve done running the zine 💜💜
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MXTX Spice Zine is finally out!!! Here is one of the contributions I made in collaboration with @horsegirlwarcrimes! I very much enjoyed reading their fic and creating this art 💜 (and pushing the bingliushen agenda)
pls look into the rest of the collection and check out @mxtxfoodzine for tasty recipes!!
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Stilton, i saw you asked for prompts about who else sy should transmigrate into! Well, i would love to posit our favorite sect leader, yue qingyuan! What are your thoughts on how it would go if shen yuan got booted into early yue qi?
Though Luo Binghe’s parents have been keen on a formal alliance with the mortal realm for as long as he can remember, the alliance is not set in stone until after his twenty-second birthday.
In truth, the alliance had been forged years earlier, on the very day that Luo Binghe was ushered into the world on the banks of the Luo River. His mother fled there to escape from her shizun, who had imprisoned and then poisoned her after she refused to do away with the unborn Luo Binghe; and if a human cultivator had not brought Luo Binghe’s father to her in time, both of them might have been lost before Luo Binghe took his first breath.
“He came from the shadows, in the middle of the night,” Tianlang-jun would tell his little son, when he crept into his parents’ bed and asked to hear the story of his birth for the fourth time in as many days. “I was out of my wits with rage, and I turned—and behind me, I saw a young xianjun with great doe’s eyes and a fretful mouth, and a sword so fierce that he could not draw it for fear that its radiance would set the woods ablaze.”
“Why?” the small Binghe would ask, as if he had not heard the tale a hundred times before.
“I don’t know. This old father has never heard the full story; but it is said that the Xuan Su jian is a blade capable of dealing out such great devastation that no other weapon can withstand its wrath, even the Xin Mo of legend. And you know, Xiao Binghe, that your father is very strong; but if Yue Qingyuan had turned Xuan Su upon me, I would have been defeated.”
“No!”
“Yes! I would have died, or been sealed away beneath some mountain somewhere to fade from grief in the dark; but Yue Qingyuan had not come to kill me. He told me that your mother was ill and alone, that she was with child and close upon her time—and that if I did not help him find her, both she and you would be lost to me forever.”
Here, Tianlang-jun always stopped to catch his breath, and pull his wife and son into his arms: and no matter how loudly Luo Binghe protested, he would not speak again until he and Mother had held one another for half a ke or more.
“What then, Fuhuang?” the cross little Binghe would plead, after his parents broke apart. “What happened next?”
“Why, we found your mother on the banks of the Luochuan; and he cleansed her of the poison that old wretch from Huan Hua forced upon her, so that she could give birth to you safely. Then he took us to a little house by the river, and found a nurse to tend to your mother until she recovered—and when Xiyan was well enough to travel, he saw her off with Zhuzhi-lang and asked me to stay behind.”
“What for?” Binghe demanded. “Why didn’t he let you go with Mother?”
Luo Binghe asked this question with bated breath: for he knew full well what came next, but no amount of re-telling could lessen his wonder at the young Yue Qingyuan’s bravery.
“He asked me to wound him,” his father would reply, as Binghe gasped in mingled horror and amazement. “He could not come with us: for he was the head disciple of his sect, and sworn to become its master in time. What was more, he could use his position as sect master to stop the persecution of demons who did no harm in the mortal world; but since he had been sent to intercept me, he would only be allowed to keep that position if his elders received proof that he had tried to do so and failed.”
“So you attacked him,” Binghe whispered.
“Yes, I attacked him—but I did not want to do it, so I made him drink a draught of my blood and put him to sleep so that he would feel no pain.”
At this, Luo Binghe cried out in anguish and flung himself into his mother’s arms. “Mama!”
“What?” Su Xiyan would say, most unsympathetically. “If Bing’er isn’t strong enough to hear how his Yue-gege suffered for his sake, why ask such questions to begin with?”
“But—!”
“I don’t see why we need to linger on the suffering,” Tianlang-jun said bracingly. “He was very powerful, Binghe, so he must have gotten well in no time at all.”
“But how do you know, Fuhuang?”
“We would have heard if someone as important as Qiong Ding’s da-shixiong had died; and since he didn’t die, he must have recovered,” Father replied, far too light-heartedly for Luo Binghe’s liking. “But you’ve forgotten your favorite part of the story. Before we parted, Yue Qingyuan gave you two gifts, and those were—”
“My name!” Binghe squealed, standing straight up on Tianlang-jun’s pillow. “You and Mama didn’t know what to call me, but Yue-gege called me Binghe as soon as I was born.”
“En, Yue Qingyuan was the one who named you; and since your mother thought Luo Binghe was a good name, we decided that you might as well keep it. And when he bid farewell to Xiyan, he gave you—”
“A kiss!”
“Yes, he kissed you. You see, your mother asked him if he wanted to hold you just once before we left; but Yue Qingyuan told her that his hands were far too rough and ungentle to touch a child as precious as you were. She could see that he wanted to hold you, though—we both could—and when she asked him again, Yue Qingyuan knelt and kissed your little feet instead.”
Luo Binghe smiled, nodding against his mother’s shoulder, and tried with all his might to remember the warmth of Yue-gege’s kiss. He always fell asleep before the memory could surface; but the tale itself was never far from his mind, even after he had earned his princely title and become a lord among demons in his own right.
And then—when Luo Binghe was nearly twenty-three, six years after he departed his father’s stronghold to carve out a domain of his own in the east—he heard that his parents would be receiving a delegation from the mortal realm.
“The Mobei-junhou writes that the master of Huan Hua Palace is dead, and that the palace itself is in the hands of his head disciple,” Su Xiyan noted, during one of Luo Binghe’s frequent visits home. “A delegation of cultivators will be arriving here within the month—and you will be needed to see to matters here, Binghe, so don’t even think about leaving—in the company of a trading envoy.”
She smiled at him over the letter, and then:
“Yue Qingyuan is leading the delegation, as the master of Cang Qiong,” she said. “Did you hear that, my son? You’ll finally have the chance to meet your Yue-gege again.”
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