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Happy pride month, get that man pregnant
Does anyone wanna hear about my really indulgent omegaverse tragic bingliushen au?
Excellent. Now that I have my guaranteed audience of 3, let's begin.
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Happy pride <3 I killed your ship!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
And if I tell y'all about my mocumplane au that tears Bing-ge a new one, will y'all still love me? No? Okay, great
Happy pride month, get that man pregnant
I don't think Yue Qingyuan believes that Shen Jiu can do no wrong -- I think Yue Qingyuan is actually far too accustomed with how much wrong he can do and therefore believes that what Shen Jiu does is wrong even if there isn't any proof (brothels + Liu Qingge).
Mostly I believe this due to the fact that Yue Qingyuan is overrun with guilt for not being there for Shen Jiu that he accepts that Shen Jiu turned out horrible because of him. And instead of correcting the behavior or doing something to stop it, he welcomes it as his own punishment. This is probably a massive part on why Yue Qingyuan is so quick to defend him, but so slow to believe him.
Lowkey a major fan of Luo Bing-ge receiving a 'kind Shizun' before the Bing-ge v bing-mei extra and fucking up that relationship (bonus points if Shen Yuan is a wife) and scrambling to fix it post extra. Very funny when he's begging and crying while trying to keep his pride.
Been watching the Korean drama Marry My Husband and, yup, you guessed it, making Lesbian Bingqiu in my mind about it
And if I think of a vague pwp fic plot where SQQ starts trying to preserve Binghe's cum for... medical and scientific purposes, then who is going to stop me?
Actually is the like semen itself that does the healing or is it specifically whatever energy bullshit dual cultivation causes that does the healing? asking for a friend
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Ya know, if we're making it a thing Omegas can like die of heartbreak or from being perceived as rejected from their pack, we should make it happen for Alphas too, it's only fair. Plus, if everyone is at risk of dying from 'no-bitches' or 'no-friends-or-family' disease, that makes things twice as dramatic, yeah? Anyway, Omegaverse fic hurt no comfort where the Alpha dies because their knot fucking explodes after their Omega doesn't let 'em cum inside
Interesting take! What if blue ball were actually a deadly disease… The implications are terrifying and, boy, would that be exploited to the moon and back.
Anyway! To add on:
omegas (on the whole) have a bit lower 'die of rejection' rate because (as the ones expected to be community-makers) they actually form bonds and know shit about people around them
way too many alphas who maybe should get bio-booted out of existence don't because they suffer from I-think-everyone-wants-me disease (not a single being, alive OR dead, wants them, they're like our 'alpha males') maybe they survive off of sucking their own/other alpha-incels dicks (metaphorically? literally?) who fucking knows
Ya know, if we're making it a thing Omegas can like die of heartbreak or from being perceived as rejected from their pack, we should make it happen for Alphas too, it's only fair. Plus, if everyone is at risk of dying from 'no-bitches' or 'no-friends-or-family' disease, that makes things twice as dramatic, yeah? Anyway, Omegaverse fic hurt no comfort where the Alpha dies because their knot fucking explodes after their Omega doesn't let 'em cum inside
I started reading The Beauty's Blade
Luo Binghe wakes up in the Endless Abyss. He doesn't remember how he got there, but as he struggles to his feet, a few vague moments come back to him.
He remembers...sword glares. Two. One he thought he vaguely recognized, and one he knew to be his beloved Shizun's. He remembers indistinct shouting, someone yelling, "I won't let you!" And then...warm arms?
He can't remember anything past that. He can't remember anything at all.
"Meng Mo?"
"Well, it's about time you woke up." Meng Mo sounds tired. There's something else in his tone as well. Something subdued. Almost...regretful? "Kid, look to your right."
Binghe looks.
He stares.
"I'm sorry, Kid. I really am."
Oh.
"...shi....zun....?"
It was Pity.
Binghe's legs give out. He lands on the ground hard, but he hardly notices, scrabbling forward on hands and knees until he's close enough to snatch up the dusty silk cloth.
"Sh-Shizun?" Air comes to him in ragged, heated gasps. He tugs on his master's sleeve. "Shizun. Shizun? Shizun."
"Kid..."
"Shizun!" Binghe releases the sleeve and starts pushes at a stiff shoulder. "Shizun! Shizun, wake up!"
"Kid. He's dead."
"NO!" The word tears free of him painfully; like ripping off a scab. "NO! SHIZUN! Shizun needs to wake up! Right now!"
"He died on impact,"
Binghe could remember warm arms. He felt like, maybe, he could remember screaming now, too- being tucked under chin, and hearing his shizun's voice saying- something.
"He took the brunt of it, but you knocked your head pretty good, too. I thought we were all going to die."
Binghe keens.
"He- he said something," He hears himself say. "Before we crashed, he said something. What was it? What was it?" And why- WHY- couldn't he remember it?
Meng Mo goes silent; and Binghe's attention snaps onto him so quickly that even he is a bit startled at the intensity of it- but that doesn't matter. Meng Mo- he knows something. He knows something about Shizun’s last- about what Shizun said to him. He knows.
"Tell me." The words hiss pass clenched teeth, "Tell me right now, or I'll- I'll-"
He doesn't know what he'll do, but the things that came to mind were definitely a start. A gross, messy start. None of it would stick, but it would at least hurt.
"Ah, geez! Would you stop with the nasty mental images?! I get it!"
"Then. Tell. Me."
"I will; just not right now!" Meng Mo does a mental equivalent of gesturing widely. "Look around, kid! You're in hell! Now's not the time to lose your head!"
Binghe finally did, and...Meng Mo was right. Terribly, awfully right.
Rage gave way to overwhelm. He looked on instinct to his shizun, seeking guidance as he always did, but Shizun-
Grief choked him. "I have to bury him."
"...fine, but take his sword. It's been trying to get your attention this entire time anyway."
Soft and sweet and very in love
Lesbingqiu AU where the time setting is somewhere in the 16-1700s Europe. Shen Yuan is the recently married off daughter of a minor noble to the wealthy son of a Duke, from a family bloodline that is old as well as deeply connected- A son who is...not so eager to know her. They have their wedding, but as their first night together approaches- as she readies herself alone in her room, surrounded by things that are not hers and walls that are far older than even her great-grandmother- he is nowhere to be found.
A maid eventually comes and informs her that her new husband will not see her this night. Shen Yuan goes to bed silently relieved, but as she lays there, sleep evades her. This new home is too strange, the shadows of night too unfamiliar. Like a child, she finds herself fearful of every creak and groan. She lifts the sheets to hide and finds their smell odd and unwelcome, their texture too stiff from disuse.
It begins to dawn on her with a growing, sickly realization that this night- and this empty, far too offputting room- could be foreshadowing for the rest of her life. That perhaps, from this moment forward, she can expect nothing more than this: a passing politeness from her new husband, quiet apathy from the staff, and the knowledge that nothing around her will ever truly be hers ever again.
She does not cry, she does not allow herself to, but it does not stop the corner of her eyes from burning or the hitch in her breath. She falls asleep staring at the decorated ceiling, forcefully contemplating the guilded ceiling tiles until sleep turns her thoughts into nonsense and saps away her maudlin mood.
Time begins to paint a picture for her as the days go by. She comes to learn that, indeed, her husband truly has no interest in her at all. They dine together at dinner, and it is the only time they meet; but she grows to dread this event with her whole heart. There is a coldness in her husband's eyes that steals the confidence from her spine. They glint with resentment at the sight of her, and she knows from overhearing staff that her husband had dearly hoped to marry someone else before this marriage was thrust upon him. She does not blame him for being disgruntled- she is much the same- but could he truly not stand even the sight of her? Could they not learn to be- if not friends then- at least civil towards each other?
With helplessness growing insurmountable in her heart, she begins to whisper a secret prayer at night. Nothing formal, nothing practiced, simply a single sentence of "Please, let this not be the rest of my life."
That night, months after her marriage, while Shen Yuan drifts uneasily into slumber once more, something deeply imbedded in the bones of the manor awakens. Something old, that feels her fear and despair and resonates.
A cold breeze rustles the curtains. A cloud drifts to hide the moon. The already dark room descends deeper into shadows, and eyes stare down at Shen Yuan's troubled face, so dark that only the whites define them. A hand reaches out, pale as death. It closes loosely, brushing up her warm cheek with the back of its elegant fingers before opening, cradling it gently in its palm.
"Recklessly sending prayers anyone could receive," the eyes speak, rich and low. "You are lucky I answered first."
The clouds depart. The pale moonlight once more reaches into the room, and as shadows part, a shape is formed: Curvaceous, tall. Hair impossibly long, curled, and impossibly strange. After all, hair did not simply meld into the shadows now, did it?
This is the story of Shen Yuan's encounter with a creature too malevolent and powerful to be a mere ghost, but too human and dead to be a demon. When she wakes in a few minutes, she will be terrified, but this time next year, there will be no other she would want at her side.
@transmigrationisunderrated "hey why is my house trying to eat me" made me cackle. Full supervillain style too. I like this idea actually. Someone- his father?- overhears that Yue Qingyuan is in love with a Shen, misunderstandings occur, and suddenly his a-jiu loving gay ass is married to a woman who looks weirdly like a genderbent Shen Jiu. She's basically bargain brand Shen Jiu and he's not having it. Shen Jiu isn't either; that's *his* stupid nobleman! Back off hussy!
Meanwhile, Shen Yuan didn't even do anything wrong- well, except accidentally wife beam a malevolent maybe-polturguist. But that's okay! That wasn't her fault! They're basically that moment in Lilo & Stitch where Lilo prays for someone to send down their nicest angel, and then she gets Stitch, except Stitch is a possible maniacal murder lesbian ghost whom sane modern people would call crazy and the less sane would call fucking metal. (<- me. I'm the one who would call her that.)
TL;DR I'm hearing you out, and I like it.