Fic: Disciple Daydreams
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Summary: Post-canon, Shen Qingqiu goes looking for a misplaced fan in the side room where Binghe used to stay; instead, he finds an unfamiliar notebook and decides to look through it...
Mirrors: On AO3
Wordcount: Not quite 2600
Ships: BingQiu
Notes: I originally wrote the middle bit around a year ago, but only managed to finish the frame for it today. I'm posting now before I have more time to second guess myself!
Fic: Disciple Daydreams
Shen Qingqiu was ninety-nine percent sure that his misplaced fan was in the Bamboo House. He'd had it just that morning, and the only time he'd stepped out was to lecture the newer disciples on poetry a few hours ago; had he dropped it then, one of his ever-eager students surely would have returned it to him by now! No, it simply had to be around the house somewhere.
Unfortunately, he'd already overturned his study, the dining room, the bedroom, and honestly most of the rest of the Bamboo House; the only rooms he hadn't checked yet were the kitchen or the side room. The kitchen was slightly more likely, since he did actually set foot in it once in a while, but the side room was... Well, Shen Qingqiu still really thought of it as Binghe's. In fact, he'd encouraged his husband to make use of the space as he saw fit, since he didn't really have a space of his own that way; while the kitchen was unquestionably Luo Binghe's domain, it wasn't really private in the way that Shen Qingqiu's study was.
He eyed the door to the side room. It was highly unlikely that his fan was in there. While it was possible that Luo Binghe had gone into the side room while Shen Qingqiu was out and the fan had rolled into it, the theory was truly stretching credulity. On the other hand, the thought of rifling around the kitchen and accidentally misplacing any of Binghe's cooking supplies was... Well, Luo Binghe didn't exactly get angry at Shen Qingqiu, but he did get this sort of strained smile on his face while he rearranged things to his satisfaction.
So the side room it was.
Shen Qingqiu opened the door, wary at first but growing more confident as he stepped into the room. There was Binghe's old bed, unused since he moved into Shen Qingqiu's room, and a number of chests and bureaus. One wall was all but covered in intricate and obscure weapons from the demon realm that Shen Qingqiu lost nearly half a shichen examining. Tearing himself away at last, he found himself coming face-to-face with large and well-stocked bookshelf.
...Ah. Shen Qingqiu reached for a fan that wasn't there, and ended up shielding his face with his sleeve instead; he'd wondered where those went.
It seemed that Luo Binghe had decided to keep the volumes of Regret of Chunshan and Song of Bingqiu he'd collected in the side room—and had added to them since Shen Qingqiu last saw them, as well. Given the alternatives, Shen Qingqiu preferred this to them being stored elsewhere in the Bamboo House, but he would much rather they had been burned. He found himself wondering if jugs of wine were stored in the chest at the foot of the bookshelf.
Shaking the thought away, his eye was caught by a number of unlabeled volumes at the end of the shelf with the... ahem ...alternative literature. While initially unfamiliar, Shen Qingqiu now recognized them as notebooks he had given to Binghe in his disciple years for the boy to record his cultivation progress in. What were they doing on a shelf with those novels? Overcome with curiosity, Shen Qingqiu pulled a volume from the shelf and began to read.
What the fuck, Shen Qingqiu thought. He stared down at the journal in his hands. When had Binghe—
No, he decided, better to pretend he hadn't seen it in the first place. Resolving to forget its existence entirely, Shen Qingqiu moved to replace it on the shelf. No fan was worth traumatizing himself like this!
"Shizun, there you are!" came a voice from behind him. Shen Qingqiu froze, the journal still in his hand as he turned to see Luo Binghe coming up beside him. His husband held a fan in his outstretched hand. "Disciple Wong sends her apologies; she spilled ink on your fan and was too worried to return it to you, so I offered to do so in her place." He looked becomingly at Shen Qingqiu through lowered lashes. "I assured her that she wouldn't be in much trouble."
"Ah, of course!" Shen Qingqiu agreed instantly, taking the fan with his free hand and shoving the book the rest of the way onto the shelf with the other. "No need to worry, I'm sure the damage is minimal; and even if not, I have plenty of other fans! Disciple Wong needn't be too concerned." He made to leave the side room before Binghe noticed what he'd been looking at.
"Oh? What's this?" Oh, no! Luo Binghe, why must your protagonist level perception kick in at the most inopportune times? Shen Qingqiu sweated as Binghe reached past him to take the journal he'd just shelved. He blushed becomingly. "I see that Shizun has found the stories I used to write as a disciple," he said.
"That long?!" Shen Qingqiu demanded, briefly losing control of his mouth.
"Mn." Binghe looked away shyly. "Truly, I have admired you for much of my youth," he confessed; he caught a strand of Shen Qingqiu's hair and brought it to his lips. "Still, reality far outshines any of this one's youthful imaginings."
Shen Qingqiu looked away, his cheeks flaming. "This master... that is, I also could not have imagined how happy I would be with Binghe," he said quietly.
Binghe instantly perked up. "Does that mean that Shizun would like to see my other journals, as well?"
"Binghe!"
--fin--
Joining the "White Lotus Binghe wrote BingQiu RPF" club ✌
Honestly, what really got me to write this down in the first place was the fun of imagining how Binghe might write something like this: Absolutely full of purple prose and as many cliches as I could manage, hyping everything about SQQ up as much as possible, and LBH downplaying his own merits in comparison. Very Teen Girl Romance, and I mean that with all the affection in my heart.
It also amused me deeply at how close Binghe might have gotten to the truth just by accidental guesswork and fantasizing.
Two Only One Bed scenarios
Four marriage scenarios ("LBH learns his true heritage, turns out he's a prince and needs a spouse of similar social standing," "LBH's demonic heritage gets revealed at CQM, SQQ marries him to be able to keep him on the peak," "SQQ and LBH have to pretend to get married for a mission but it's actually legally binding for some reason," and "LBH does so well at the IAC that SQQ insists on marrying him after")
No fewer than seven different sex pollen incidents (one for each variant on who gets poisoned (one, the other, or both) and who tops in each situation, and then one more once he covered all his bases and figured out his favorite)
Cuddling for warmth leads to sex
Probably several other ways where sex with Binghe cures Without a Cure
Definitely a bunch of other ways where Binghe finds a cure for Without a Cure and this makes SQQ fall in love with him; a few probably have him jumping Binghe on the spot, some of them may even be the same as the sex pollen stories
IDK I'm sure I thought of more, this is just all I remember at the moment
All of the sex is at least as bad as the stuff Airplane wrote for PIDW.Like father, like son.
Summary: Post-canon, Shen Qingqiu goes looking for a misplaced fan in the side room where Binghe used to stay; instead, he finds an unfamiliar notebook and decides to look through it...
Mirrors: On AO3
Wordcount: Not quite 2600
Ships: BingQiu
Notes: I originally wrote the middle bit around a year ago, but only managed to finish the frame for it today. I'm posting now before I have more time to second guess myself!
Fic: Disciple Daydreams
Shen Qingqiu was ninety-nine percent sure that his misplaced fan was in the Bamboo House. He'd had it just that morning, and the only time he'd stepped out was to lecture the newer disciples on poetry a few hours ago; had he dropped it then, one of his ever-eager students surely would have returned it to him by now! No, it simply had to be around the house somewhere.
Unfortunately, he'd already overturned his study, the dining room, the bedroom, and honestly most of the rest of the Bamboo House; the only rooms he hadn't checked yet were the kitchen or the side room. The kitchen was slightly more likely, since he did actually set foot in it once in a while, but the side room was... Well, Shen Qingqiu still really thought of it as Binghe's. In fact, he'd encouraged his husband to make use of the space as he saw fit, since he didn't really have a space of his own that way; while the kitchen was unquestionably Luo Binghe's domain, it wasn't really private in the way that Shen Qingqiu's study was.
He eyed the door to the side room. It was highly unlikely that his fan was in there. While it was possible that Luo Binghe had gone into the side room while Shen Qingqiu was out and the fan had rolled into it, the theory was truly stretching credulity. On the other hand, the thought of rifling around the kitchen and accidentally misplacing any of Binghe's cooking supplies was... Well, Luo Binghe didn't exactly get angry at Shen Qingqiu, but he did get this sort of strained smile on his face while he rearranged things to his satisfaction.
So the side room it was.
Shen Qingqiu opened the door, wary at first but growing more confident as he stepped into the room. There was Binghe's old bed, unused since he moved into Shen Qingqiu's room, and a number of chests and bureaus. One wall was all but covered in intricate and obscure weapons from the demon realm that Shen Qingqiu lost nearly half a shichen examining. Tearing himself away at last, he found himself coming face-to-face with large and well-stocked bookshelf.
...Ah. Shen Qingqiu reached for a fan that wasn't there, and ended up shielding his face with his sleeve instead; he'd wondered where those went.
It seemed that Luo Binghe had decided to keep the volumes of Regret of Chunshan and Song of Bingqiu he'd collected in the side room—and had added to them since Shen Qingqiu last saw them, as well. Given the alternatives, Shen Qingqiu preferred this to them being stored elsewhere in the Bamboo House, but he would much rather they had been burned. He found himself wondering if jugs of wine were stored in the chest at the foot of the bookshelf.
Shaking the thought away, his eye was caught by a number of unlabeled volumes at the end of the shelf with the... ahem ...alternative literature. While initially unfamiliar, Shen Qingqiu now recognized them as notebooks he had given to Binghe in his disciple years for the boy to record his cultivation progress in. What were they doing on a shelf with those novels? Overcome with curiosity, Shen Qingqiu pulled a volume from the shelf and began to read.
Shen Qingqiu, lord of Qing Jing Peak of Cang Qiong Mountain and master cultivator, was every inch the peerless immortal. He stood tall and proud, each movement the embodiment of the grace and elegance befitting of the Xiu Ya Sword. His ink-dark hair was a waterfall, caught up by his deceptively simple guan. His eyes were a pure gray-green more hypnotic than new grown bamboo swaying in the wind, and his pale and flawless skin put even the finest jade to shame.
Yet even his unmatched looks paled in comparison to the strength of his mind and heart. An unparalleled tactician, Shen Qingqiu could think circles around his enemies before breakfast; more impressive yet, his boundless compassion extended even to the lowliest monsters and demons.
For all that Qing Jing Peak was ranked second in Cang Qiong Mountain Sect, its master truly ranked first among all immortal cultivators.
One clear autumn afternoon, whose beauty paled in comparison to the man who shared its name, Shen Qingqiu was returning to the Bamboo House where he resided with his favorite disciple. He had just spent a shichen assisting the younger students in studying guqin, allowing their skill to grow in leaps and bounds for every minute he graced them with his instruction. He was now looking forward to a quiet evening of studying. When he reached the house, however, he was surprised to find it occupied: There at the table was his most beloved student, Luo Binghe.
Luo Binghe was a disappointing contrast to Shen Qingqiu. His too-brown hair was a mess of waves and curls, refusing to fall properly straight. His skin took color far too easily in the sun, his physical form was inelegant with muscle, and his eyes were but a plain black. For all his training, for all that he was slowly outpacing even the senior disciples of Qing Jing Peak, his skills still fell far short of Shen Qingqiu's.
Still, Shen Qingqiu felt affection for the boy—more of a young man these days. A certain fondness had grown in him after Luo Binghe had finally begun to realize his potential, and Shen Qingqiu found himself wanting Luo Binghe near at all times. Happy though he thus was to see his beloved pupil, Shen Qingqiu nonetheless could not help but worry for him.
"Binghe?" he asked, in a deep, melodious voice that put all mortal instruments to shame. "Is everything alright? Only, you are usually preparing dinner at this hour. Did you need this master for something?"
Luo Binghe stiffened at the question. Though he tried to be furtive about it, Shen Qingqiu could tell that his disciple had wiped his eyes before turning to address his master. "Ah, is it so late already? Please forgive this unworthy one, Shizun; I had gotten caught up in my studies and must not have noticed the time passing. This one will proceed to the kitchen—"
"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu interrupted, his well of infinite compassion overflowing at his student's pain, "please. Something has clearly upset you. If you leave in this state, this master will only worry more for you. Please confide in me: What has distressed you so?"
Too filial to resist such a request from his master, as Shen Qingqiu knew he would be, Luo Binghe sank back to his knees and pulled a scroll from the table beside him. "This unworthy one has failed you," he confessed miserably. His eyes glistened with unshed tears; Shen Qingqiu's heart broke for his disciple's pain, but he did not interrupt.
"This disciple has been searching for some time for a cure to Without a Cure, as Shizun knows. It was with great triumph that I finally came across one, a cure that even Mu-shishu agrees would work! Alas, it is not a cure that can possibly aid you, Shizun. I have failed you again." The gathered tears dripped from his eyes and traced sorrowful trails down his cheeks.
Shen Qingqiu, touched once again by his disciple's devotion, reached out to wipe away his straying tears. He had sacrificed himself willingly and wholeheartedly to defend his pupil, not knowing the terrible cost it would exact upon him. Yet he had still never blamed Luo Binghe for the outcome, justified though he would have been to do so. "To have found any sort of cure at all is remarkable, Binghe," Shen Qingqiu reassured his student. "Would you share what you know of it with this master? Perhaps an alternate treatment may be devised with the information you have located." While having his meridians cleared was not difficult in and of itself, Shen Qingqiu had found himself tiring of Liu Qingge's brutish company recently; if there were a way to avoid taking up so much of his martial brother's time without costing either of them any face, he would not object to learning of it.
Trembling, Luo Binghe unfurled the scroll. "Here," he said, indicating the relevant section. "It says that dual cultivation between two high level cultivators can allow the unaffected one to reforge the poisoned one's meridians entirely, but only if neither one of them has ever dual cultivated before. Both sets of spiritual veins must be entirely untouched by this form of cultivation for the unafflicted cultivator's qi to properly heal the afflicted one's." Luo Binghe turned his gaze away in shame, his cheeks flushed. "Alas, the likelihood of any cultivators to be so afflicted after having reached a high enough level of cultivation for this cure to work, while also having abstained... the odds truly mean that Without a Cure remains aptly named."
Despite the seeds of hope that his disciple had planted in his heart, Shen Qingqiu did not let it show on his elegant countenance. It would be the height of cruelty to allow his disciple to get his own hopes up needlessly after having them so thoroughly crushed yet again. "How high a level would their cultivation need to be?"
Luo Binghe pointed to another part of the scroll. "Both of them must at least have a golden core, though greater cultivation would naturally be ideal. While it's certainly possible to cultivate even as far as ascension while practicing cultivational purity, or even abstaining only from dual cultivation, and Shizun himself would surely be capable of it... Given his mastery of the four arts and his surpassing beauty, this disciple cannot imagine that Shizun was without offers." He looked away again, wistfully.
Shen Qingqiu's heart began to accelerate. "It is true that this master has had offers," he said, "but none have ever been accepted."
His words immediately drew Binghe's full attention again. "Truly?" he asked. "Not even Yue Qingyuan or Liu Qingge?"
"No one," Shen Qingqiu confirmed.
Luo Binghe bit his lower lip. "Then... Shizun is a well renowned cultivator, who has gone on many missions. Surely he would have been subjected to some substance by now that requires dual cultivation to cure..."
Shen Qingqiu shook his head. "Does Binghe not remember this master's tutelage? There are many counter-agents to such substances, and this master makes sure to prepare thoroughly in advance of any trip he is likely to encounter them on. Dual cultivation has not been needed as a treatment as yet."
Seeing that his disciple had thought of some other objection, Shen Qingqiu sustained himself on his ocean of patience as he waited for the young man to speak. Finally, Luo Binghe said, "This disciple hates to credit such talk, but there have long been... rumors..."
Shen Qingqiu withdrew his fan. With an elegant motion, he hid the lower half of his face, encouraging his student to look within himself for answers. "It is true that this master has visited pleasure houses regularly," he confessed calmly. Seeing his student slump slightly, he continued. "However, it was not for the reasons these rumors suggest. Binghe is aware that the most vulnerable populations are often the first targeted by ill actors, including those demons who prey on humans; there are few populations who are as vulnerable as the workers of such establishments.
"The other Peak Lords of Cang Qiong Mountain agree that this is unfair. Unfortunately, for the sect to openly offer its services in support of pleasure house workers would be too great a cost to our honor; because of this, I offered to sacrifice my own reputation to protect them."
Luo Binghe's eyes had grown wide as he stared at his master in wonder. "Shizun, does this mean that...?"
Shen Qingqiu smiled, the expression somehow enhancing his already impossibly lovely features. "It seems that my clever disciple has indeed found a cure that may work for this master. I had been waiting for the right person to dual cultivate with, but with these circumstances..." He sighed and looked away, traces of regret rendering his face no less beautiful. "Finding a dual cultivation partner who is also of both sufficient cultivation and similar circumstances when it comes to choice will likely be the deciding factor."
"...If this disciple may?" Shen Qingqiu's attention returned to his beloved student, whose hopeful expression seemed not only have returned, but to have been bolstered by determination. "Unworthy though he is, this one has formed a golden core and has been strengthening it daily in anticipation of the upcoming Immortal Alliance Conference. He, too, has hoped to share his first experience in dual cultivation with someone special." Daringly, he met Shen Qingqiu's misty green gaze with his own plain black orbs. "This humble disciple would truly be honored to share that first time with his beloved shizun."
Shen Qingqiu's heart began to swell. To touch one's disciples in such a way under normal circumstances would be unthinkable, so he had wrenched his mind away from such desires when they occurred to him, as they were increasingly wont to do with Binghe. But if it were for medical purposes... "If Binghe is certain, this master would gladly accept his—"
What the fuck, Shen Qingqiu thought. He stared down at the journal in his hands. When had Binghe—
No, he decided, better to pretend he hadn't seen it in the first place. Resolving to forget its existence entirely, Shen Qingqiu moved to replace it on the shelf. No fan was worth traumatizing himself like this!
"Shizun, there you are!" came a voice from behind him. Shen Qingqiu froze, the journal still in his hand as he turned to see Luo Binghe coming up beside him. His husband held a fan in his outstretched hand. "Disciple Wong sends her apologies; she spilled ink on your fan and was too worried to return it to you, so I offered to do so in her place." He looked becomingly at Shen Qingqiu through lowered lashes. "I assured her that she wouldn't be in much trouble."
"Ah, of course!" Shen Qingqiu agreed instantly, taking the fan with his free hand and shoving the book the rest of the way onto the shelf with the other. "No need to worry, I'm sure the damage is minimal; and even if not, I have plenty of other fans! Disciple Wong needn't be too concerned." He made to leave the side room before Binghe noticed what he'd been looking at.
"Oh? What's this?" Oh, no! Luo Binghe, why must your protagonist level perception kick in at the most inopportune times? Shen Qingqiu sweated as Binghe reached past him to take the journal he'd just shelved. He blushed becomingly. "I see that Shizun has found the stories I used to write as a disciple," he said.
"That long?!" Shen Qingqiu demanded, briefly losing control of his mouth.
"Mn." Binghe looked away shyly. "Truly, I have admired you for much of my youth," he confessed; he caught a strand of Shen Qingqiu's hair and brought it to his lips. "Still, reality far outshines any of this one's youthful imaginings."
Shen Qingqiu looked away, his cheeks flaming. "This master... that is, I also could not have imagined how happy I would be with Binghe," he said quietly.
Binghe instantly perked up. "Does that mean that Shizun would like to see my other journals, as well?"
"Binghe!"
--fin--
Joining the "White Lotus Binghe wrote BingQiu RPF" club ✌
Honestly, what really got me to write this down in the first place was the fun of imagining how Binghe might write something like this: Absolutely full of purple prose and as many cliches as I could manage, hyping everything about SQQ up as much as possible, and LBH downplaying his own merits in comparison. Very Teen Girl Romance, and I mean that with all the affection in my heart.
It also amused me deeply at how close Binghe might have gotten to the truth just by accidental guesswork and fantasizing.
Other things Binghe has absolutely written:
All of the sex is at least as bad as the stuff Airplane wrote for PIDW.
