An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/4
Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Relationships: Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū
Characters: Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū, Luò Bīnghé, Yuè Qīngyuán, Liǔ Qīnggē, Mù Qīngfāng, Qí Qīngqī, Mòběi-jūn, Lǎo Gōngzhǔ | Old Palace Master, Original Shěn Qīngqiū
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fae, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Mix of European and Chinese Fantasy Elements, fae, minor political intrigue
Summary:
Shen Qingqiu, Lord of the Spring and high official of the Seelie Court, has a secret: he is not the true Shen Qingqiu. Compelled by a fae bargain to stand in the place of that Lord, Shen Yuan must hold his place among the Seelie Court, despite facing enemies on all sides, an uncertain truce with the Unseelie Court, and a student with a mysterious past...
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The first chapter of my @mxtxbigbang fic! A huge thanks to @kdramasandbox for coming up with the original AU, and making so much amazing art for the story!
just a lil ficlet based on one of my headcanons for Remus’s moon related injuries! a Lie Low at Lupin’s setting.
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Remus tensed when Sirius took up his hand.
"Does it hurt?" Sirius asked. He didn't let go, but he let Remus curl the hand into a loose fist, tucking the fingers out of view.
"No," Remus muttered. He wasn't looking up from his parchment, and his brow was furrowed with concentration as he maneuvered his quill awkwardly with his right hand to scratch out a note, then grumbled as he smudged the ink.
Sirius curled his fingers around Remus's hand. The bandage was rough against his palm, held together with tape. "I could give healing it another try," he said, watching as Remus blotted at his ink.
Remus flicked his index and middle fingers into Sirius's palm. He didn't even wince when the movement jarred the fingers. Sirius rubbed his thumb along the ridge of Remus's knuckles before letting him go.
"I'm fine, Sirius." Remus blotted again. "I need to finish this today."
"You need to take a pain potion."
Remus sighed, sharply, through his nose. "I'm fine. I've worked through worse."
There were heavy bags under his eyes, ones that Sirius knows are mirrored under his own. He'd walked for days straight to reach Remus's cottage, but he'd still been a day late for the moon. When he'd entered, it had been to find Moony twisting himself into awkward shapes to bandage a wound on the back of his shoulder.
Sirius opened his mouth to protest, then closed it again. Thirteen years, it had been. Remus probably has worked through worse, in that time. He'd had new scars when Sirius gave up trying to work with Remus's wand (the thing had never agreed with him) in favor of antiseptic and gauze.
"Won't grow back," he muttered, glaring down at the table. Remus had covered it with the usual detritus of his work, and Sirius shuffled through it all, turning spare rolls of parchment and ink caps over in his hands, rather than looking at Remus's expression. "It's your wand hand, Moony. What're you going to do if you can't pick up your wand?"
"No, Padfoot. It won't grow back."
Remus sounded so tired. Sirius scrubbed at the edges of the ink cap, then scrubbed his inky fingers off on the parchment. The red of the ink was too bright to look like blood.
"It won't grow back," Remus repeated, quietly. "But it'll heal. And I'll learn it again."
Sirius's eyes burned, with all the staring he was doing at the red ink he'd finger-painted onto the parchment. It looked like a hippogriff, maybe.
Remus's bandaged hand rested over his. When Sirius looked up, there was a smile on his face, small and sad. "It's not the end of the world."
"No," Sirius said gruffly. "Guess it's not."
It took Remus two fumbling tries with his right hand to get the scourgio right, and he left Sirius feeling rather like a layer of skin had been peeled away. But in the end, it did clean away the ink.
A preview for my @mxtxbigbang fic! This fae court AU will be accompanied by some amazing art from @kdramasandbox.
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“Luo Binghe,” he says, and swallows the smile as Luo Binghe’s eyes twitch up toward him, then back down again. There was a time when having his shizun even glance in his direction might have had Luo Binghe tensing, but no more. “How long have you been in this teacher’s court?”
“Twelve seasons, shizun.”
Shen Qingqiu nods. “And in that time, you have shown tremendous growth.”
It’s not quite true, and they both know it. It is only in the past three seasons that Luo Binghe has managed to gain any recognition among the spring court, and therefore make progress among the ranks. It is not a coincidence that Shen Yuan has been in the role of Lord of Spring for only four seasons. Of course, Luo Binghe doesn’t know this, but Shen Qingqiu does.
Luo Binghe ducks his head, but it isn’t enough to hide the pleased flush spreading across his cheeks. “If I have, it’s only due to shizun’s patient tutelage,” he says. It’s a proper, demure answer, and Shen Qingqiu nods thoughtfully, as though the answer has brought him to a conclusion. Really, he’s already made his decision, but it’s best not to give his prize pupil the impression that there isn’t still room for improvement.
“Then it is only appropriate that you represent this court in the upcoming Wild Hunt.”
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/4
Fandom: 人渣反派自救系统 - 墨香铜臭 | The Scum Villain's Self-Saving System - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Relationships: Luò Bīnghé/Shěn Yuán | Shěn Qīngqiū
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Fae, Alternate Universe - Fairy Tale, Mix of European and Chinese Fantasy Elements, fae, minor political intrigue
Summary: Written for @mxtxbigbang!
As Luo Binghe attends his tasks on the Hunt, Shen Qingqiu must face his own challenges.
"When he was eight or so, Remus ran away from home."
Remus's face burns. "I didn't run away," he mumbles to his trainers. "I was in the woods out back."
He'd known even at eight that someone like him could never run away, but he wants to sink into the floor, hearing his mother describe it to this very magical man with her trembling voice.
"It took twelve hours before we found him, and that was only when his father came home."
Remus sinks further down in his chair, feeling dreadful. "M'sorry," he says, and is ashamed to hear his own voice wobbling as he does it. Good boys don't hide in the woods and ignore when their mothers call for him, and especially not good werewolves. It's not fair, he thinks desperately. He almost got to go to school, and now they won't let him. He didn't even really run away, and now...
"We do have means of keeping track of students, Mrs. Lupin," the old man says. Remus steals a glance, and the old man's eyes seem to see through him. "And I believe Remus here knows better now?"
"I do," Remus says quickly. "I wouldn't do it again. I'm not a kid any more."
And the old man smiles, a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes and disappears behind his long, pale beard. "Then, Mister Lupin, I believe we can make an arrangement."
Borrowing this tag meme from @chromat1cs, whose amazing niche hobby AUs directly inspired me to write this fic with my own extremely niche dance hobby.
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Being tall had its advantages, but Remus put effort into the pattern of step-back-leap-fallback to carry him through, and was rewarded by a whistle and a laugh that made him grin. He stepped back to watch Caradoc give it a go, clapping for the height he achieved, then Marlene and Lily who put in their own good effort, and Peter who gave it the good old college try and wobbled a little on the landing.
James, skinny and lanky as he was, nevertheless popped himself into the air with the ease of a bird, and laughed, breathless, as he finished with a crowed “Top that!” to Sirius Black next to him
The smirk Sirius answered that with made Remus’s mouth go dry.
He’d been right. When Sirius got the chance to take off the leash, he exploded into motion with a burst of energy to rival James.
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Feel free to a. steal this from me and b. tag me that you’re doing so!
It starts on the train, the way all proper school years do. This is not a proper school year, though. That much becomes clear when he wakes to dementors and a boy with tousled dark hair and green eyes, collapsed to the floor. The air is sucked from his lungs, the world yanked on its axis. This is their son, he thinks, and gives him all his chocolate.
It set him off balance. That's the only reason he thinks the rest of it happened the way it did.
He dreams often of Peter.
Peter appears, ragged and crying. Remus, please, he begs. He'll kill me. He's a madman, he'll kill me. Save me, you must save me.
Peter, he says in these dreams. You're dead. You should be dead.
You'll help me, Peter says wildly. He always did twist his wand between his fingers when he was nervous. Remus, protect me.
Remus dreams of Unforgivables.
He always wakes from these dreams crying.
He hunts the tunnels after the first break-in, compulsively. The emotion, heavy and nameless, gnaws on his heart. He checks everything, even the shack, and finds nothing. He doesn't know how to feel about that. He doesn't know what he'd do if he came face to face with Sirius, now.
Severus Snape has only grown more hateful in the years since school, Remus thinks. His head is pounding and his stomach sits uneasy. He should eat, but he is in the midst of marking essays, and he cannot afford to let the work pile up, not with the potion's side effects keeping him out of commission for days at a time.
He looks down at the essay in front of him. 'The most pragmatic option for defeating a werewolf is to do so as far from the full moon as possible, for a werewolf while in human form is still affected by the moon. While they have particular resistance to many spells during the time around the full, they are especially vulnerable to certain magics during the waning and new moon.'
Hermione Granger's work. Full marks, of course.
He stares down at the map as though from a great distance. "Harry," he says. "I'm afraid I'm going to have to take this. Do you understand? With Sirius Black in the castle, this is a dangerous thing if it falls into the wrong hands."
Another break-in, and more dementors. More poor sleep. He is tired all the time. He cannot think. He watches Harry master the Patronus, and wonders if he might even truly muster one himself. He drifts out of his class, ignoring Harry's heavy gaze on him as his friends argue about Wesley's rat, apparently missing. Remus, very abruptly, has to fight a wave of dizziness. He takes the afternoon off. The full moon is in two days.
Something is wrong.
Kill him, says a voice in his head, high and scared. Before he kills you. Before he kills the children.
"Moony," Sirius says. Begs. He looks wretched. "Think. I would never. You know I would never."
No, Remus thinks. No.
His voice seems to be swallowed by the dead wood of the shack. He cannot hear his voice clearly, even though he is sure he is speaking loudly, a little too loudly. "I am going to do what I should have done years ago," he says. His hand is sweaty where it is wrapped around his wand. The point of it trembles, drops.
"Remus," Sirius steps forward, trying to meet his eyes. "The rat. You must help me. You have to know. The rat, it was the rat."
Kill him, the voice insists, tight with panic. You must do it now, before he can take back the upper hand.
I can't do it, Remus thinks. I can't. Not him.
He remembers another wand, another curse. His head is about to split. It hurts so much. Those gray eyes are piercing through the fog, now. He knows what he must do, if only he can muster the strength.
Before it's too late. Kill him. Avada kedavra. Avada kedavra. Avada—
Remus jerks his wand, screams his spell. Sirius looks stunned, he realizes. The children look terrified.
In his coat pocket, the rat squeaks in pain as it begins to change.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 天官赐福 - 墨香铜臭 | Tiān Guān Cì Fú - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Huā Chéng/Xiè Lián
Characters: Huā Chéng, Xiè Lián, Shī Qīngxuán, Ban Yue
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Role Reversal, Calamity!Xie Lian, God!Hua Cheng, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, Canon-Typical Detective Story
Summary:
The man standing over him has eyes like knives, sharp and cold and black.
“There are no masks allowed in the Ghost Fortress, Heavenly Official,” he says. His voice is polite, but it too contains knives.
Hua Cheng can appreciate that. A blade is a blade is a blade. Sheathed or pressed to one’s neck, it is still just as sharp. There is no use pretending it is anything otherwise.
The man in front of him is a blade held up to Hua Cheng’s heart, though perhaps he does not know it yet.
