LINKDING

Summary: <blockquote>“Oh,” Shen Qingqiu says. He’s too fucking tired to do a whole elaborate roleplay right now, Luo Binghe, please have mercy! “Binghe is a lovely statue, but could he not be one right now so we can talk about this?” Reluctantly, Luo Binghe drops the pose. There’s definitely a dejected slump to his shoulders; Shen Qingqiu is going to have to handle this one delicately. (Now on his list of things he did not realize being married would entail: carefully explaining to your husband that you do want to do sexy statue roleplay with him, just not right this minute.) / Shen Qingqiu does some... erotic art appreciation.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“I… I’m not who you think I am.” Shen Qingqiu quickly shook his head and reached out to cover Luo Binghe’s mouth with his hand. “No, no, let me start again: You need to know, before I was me, I was someone else.” Better. That made more sense. Start from the beginning. / Shen Qingqiu gets drunk and tells Luo Binghe about his transmigration secret. Luo Binghe thinks it’s just a very weird love confession.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Mobei Jun finds himself teleporting into Shang Qinghua’s leisure house pretty frequently. It’s not that he needs Shang Qinghua’s help with anything, he just- If he’s allowed, why shouldn’t he bother his servant? It’s his right as king. The thing is, while they were hiding the whole demon-collusion thing, Shang Qinghua’s house was constantly barred by wards. Mobei Jun could spend uninterrupted hours napping, laying around until Shang Qinghua was free enough to come back and help. Now, with the Sect so busy and all secrets completely gone, Peak Lords just fucking… barge in now! Even when Shang Qinghua isn’t there! / Or: postcanon, Mobei Jun just wants to nap in Shang Qinghua's room. Instead, he's forced to make smalltalk with all of his coworkers.</blockquote>

<blockquote>In the weeks before Shang Qinghua's marriage to the King of the Northern Wastes, he invites Liu Qingge to go fishing.</blockquote> ➤ good at creating vibes!