17 Oct 2021
Ning Yingying goes back in time to ensure the mass catastrophe that is the PIDW timeline doesn't come to be. Unfortunately, she is forbidden from outright revealing the future, but still does her best to nudge her beloved Shizun and shidi in the right direction.
To no one's surprise, misunderstandings abound.
Written for BingJiu Week 2021
- Part 1 of Husband boot camp AU
11 May 2021
Ning Yingying was not a gambling girl. She still decided to bet her heart and happiness on the kind boy living in the woodshed.
(it cost her her home, her family, and two worlds)
A Ning Yingying character study from the original PIDW timeline. Because she deserves more than to be written off as a vapid airhead.
- Part 2 of Husband boot camp AU
23 Oct 2021
“Shizun,” he said, “if I were upset, grievously upset about something, could a demon take advantage of me?”
His shizun’s eyes were unfocused, nearly gray with fatigue as his body battled against a monster. Still, Binghe’s words made his shizun turn to him. “Binghe is…?” His shizun fought against the fugue the demon had placed him under to focus on Binghe’s eyes. “Anger?” he asked, his voice little more than a whisper.
He thought about shizun’s question, then of his silence, the halting way he’d admitted to what had happened the night before last. “Upset. Pain or fear.”
Shizun shivered, curling further under the blankets. The act seemed to wake something within him; he blinked down at himself, then gave a rueful twist of his lips. “Oh.”
When someone has tumultuous memories, even being a peak lord doesn’t protect them from those low-level demons that feast on a far less physical rot than flesh.
- Part 1 of Luo Binghe Doesn't Find Out
14 Oct 2021
In a world without Shen Qingqiu, the two people who feel his loss the hardest learn that they aren’t so different after all.
Or: It takes Luo Binghe a while to realise that he wants to get his demon blood into Liu Qingge.
01 Sep 2021
"Where did you get the idea for this, Qingqiu-shidi?"
Shen Qingqiu hummed and picked up the paper sketch Yue Qingyuan was standing over. A tired young boy was looking in the direction of the artist. His face was gaunt and his clothes patched up, but his mouth still held itself in a warm smile.
"Just this one's imagination, I'm afraid. Bits and pieces from the world surrounding us. I think he has your eyes, see?"
He did have his eyes, soft as can be despite being the colour of folded steel. And the shape of his face, and his patient demeanour, and the way he excludes a comforting warmth.
He has kept himself busy. He didn't have time to contemplate how one of his presumed imagined paintings perfectly matched a lively forest he came across weeks after painting it, a place he had never been before.
He already has enough problems to deal with, still trying to gain a stable footing in this new life even though he has lived here for half a dozen months already. So he ignored the way that Yue Qingyuan traced his fingers over the sketch, eyes wide and shiny, and hooked his fingers in his sleeve to pull him over for a cup of tea.
- Part 2 of Scum Villain One Shots
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14 Oct 2021