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[#241] fight for you (SVSSS)
Theme Prompt: Stubborness
Title: fight for you
Fandom: Scum Villain Self Saving System
Rating/Warnings: PG, v minor abelism
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 832
Summary: Shen Qingqiu doesn't see why Liu Qingge has to come along on the mission with him.
The routine chatter of the meeting quickly fades into the background as Shen Qingqiu pulls up the system with a blink and begins to scroll through his most recent list of missions. It had been a relatively quiet month within the sect with only one incident of note involving Shang Qinghua throwing a member of a merchant’s party bodily off of An Ding peak.
“—have standards,” Shang Qinghua insists, his hands planted on the table in front of him as he leans forward to address Yue Qingyuan. His hair is beginning to come loose from his bun, a section falling across his forehead before he pushes it back and continues, “He should be grateful that I aimed for the pond.”
Shen Qingqiu unfurls his fan with a sharp snap, the attention flickering back to him for an instant before it disperses in the same moment. A momentary sting of embarrassment curls over his cheeks and colours a wash of pink that gleams back at him from the polished surface of the table as he tips his gaze towards Shang Qinghua. He hadn’t considered the other man like that before; he’d been little more than a few throwaway lines in the original novel, a mechanic for demons to infiltrate and thrown away just as easily, and then, more recently, he’d been a companion, a friend.
There’s a certain solidness to Shang Qinghua that isn’t present in his other shidi, a blunt heft to his shoulders as he leans back in his seat as the meeting moves on to other subjects, each one as unimportant as the one before. Until—
“I’ll go.” Shen Qingqiu waves his fan in front of his face, peering over the decorated edge at Yue Qingyuan. The Lesser Horned Dogworm the Sect Leader mentioned hadn’t featured in Proud Immortal Demon Way until after Luo Binghe had climbed out of the abyss and began assembling his harem, a throwaway mention of a migration nestled between the papapa scenes of wives 532 and 533 respectively. They’d been cousins from neighbouring villages, a decent web of betrayal and political intrigue which had all been thrown away after a night with Luo Binghe. “I trust that won’t be an issue.”
“Your students—” Yue Qingyuan starts before Shen Qingqiu cuts him off, snapping his fan closed.
“My students are able to manage by themselves for the week I will be absent. If they cannot, then they will learn so they don’t disgrace my peak.”
Liu Qingge leans forward, one hand splayed on the table. Shen Qingqiu turns him to him, unwilling to do anything else. The man is singularly beautiful, his hair flowing freely over one shoulder and while his expression is harshly formed, brows drawn and his mouth pressed into a tight line, it only adds to his intrigue.
“I’m going too,” Liu Qingge says, his attention focused utterly on Shen Qingqiu. It’s humbling for all that it keeps happening, this entire universe narrowing to a single point. “And that’s final.”
Shen Qingqiu frowns, his mouth twisting as he begins to create his argument. “No, it’s not. I am more than capable of simply observing a migration without the need for anyone with me.”
It isn’t the same as crouching over his keyboard with his tongue clamped between his teeth while he slams his vitriol in a somewhat anonymous stream to whatever hapless fool had caught his attention that day, but it came the closest Shen Qingqui is likely going to find here.
Liu Qingge doesn’t back down, his lip raised up slightly over his teeth. His eyes are dark, focused on Shen Qingqui like he can peer into the very core of him with just a little more effort. “
“It would be beneficial for another person to attend with you, and that would be best suited for me.”
“And why is that?” Shen Qingqui’s thin face is flushed bright with the annoyance flooding through his belly. It’s bad enough that he has to suffer through the dizzy spells and weakness when Without-A-Cure flares up, but to be looked down upon and pitied just like he had been before he died? It is nearly too much to bear. “If you’re implying that I’m weak because—”
“Will you just listen to me, for once?” Liu Qingge snaps, a band of colour high on his cheeks. Still beautiful. “Will you listen to what I’m saying and not what you think you hear? I want to go with you. I’m asking to go with you.” He stops, his breath shuddering in his chest. “Unless, you have another you’d rather go with.”
Oh. Oh.
Shen Qinggui had planned to become friends with as many people as he could, this is just an extension of that. Friends spent time together. Alone. Viewing a migration of beasts.
“That would be acceptable,” Shen Qingqui answers, eventually. He hides his face behind his fan once more, sensing that something has shifted or maybe, he’s just become aware of the change. “Thank you.”
Title: fight for you
Fandom: Scum Villain Self Saving System
Rating/Warnings: PG, v minor abelism
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 832
Summary: Shen Qingqiu doesn't see why Liu Qingge has to come along on the mission with him.
The routine chatter of the meeting quickly fades into the background as Shen Qingqiu pulls up the system with a blink and begins to scroll through his most recent list of missions. It had been a relatively quiet month within the sect with only one incident of note involving Shang Qinghua throwing a member of a merchant’s party bodily off of An Ding peak.
“—have standards,” Shang Qinghua insists, his hands planted on the table in front of him as he leans forward to address Yue Qingyuan. His hair is beginning to come loose from his bun, a section falling across his forehead before he pushes it back and continues, “He should be grateful that I aimed for the pond.”
Shen Qingqiu unfurls his fan with a sharp snap, the attention flickering back to him for an instant before it disperses in the same moment. A momentary sting of embarrassment curls over his cheeks and colours a wash of pink that gleams back at him from the polished surface of the table as he tips his gaze towards Shang Qinghua. He hadn’t considered the other man like that before; he’d been little more than a few throwaway lines in the original novel, a mechanic for demons to infiltrate and thrown away just as easily, and then, more recently, he’d been a companion, a friend.
There’s a certain solidness to Shang Qinghua that isn’t present in his other shidi, a blunt heft to his shoulders as he leans back in his seat as the meeting moves on to other subjects, each one as unimportant as the one before. Until—
“I’ll go.” Shen Qingqiu waves his fan in front of his face, peering over the decorated edge at Yue Qingyuan. The Lesser Horned Dogworm the Sect Leader mentioned hadn’t featured in Proud Immortal Demon Way until after Luo Binghe had climbed out of the abyss and began assembling his harem, a throwaway mention of a migration nestled between the papapa scenes of wives 532 and 533 respectively. They’d been cousins from neighbouring villages, a decent web of betrayal and political intrigue which had all been thrown away after a night with Luo Binghe. “I trust that won’t be an issue.”
“Your students—” Yue Qingyuan starts before Shen Qingqiu cuts him off, snapping his fan closed.
“My students are able to manage by themselves for the week I will be absent. If they cannot, then they will learn so they don’t disgrace my peak.”
Liu Qingge leans forward, one hand splayed on the table. Shen Qingqiu turns him to him, unwilling to do anything else. The man is singularly beautiful, his hair flowing freely over one shoulder and while his expression is harshly formed, brows drawn and his mouth pressed into a tight line, it only adds to his intrigue.
“I’m going too,” Liu Qingge says, his attention focused utterly on Shen Qingqiu. It’s humbling for all that it keeps happening, this entire universe narrowing to a single point. “And that’s final.”
Shen Qingqiu frowns, his mouth twisting as he begins to create his argument. “No, it’s not. I am more than capable of simply observing a migration without the need for anyone with me.”
It isn’t the same as crouching over his keyboard with his tongue clamped between his teeth while he slams his vitriol in a somewhat anonymous stream to whatever hapless fool had caught his attention that day, but it came the closest Shen Qingqui is likely going to find here.
Liu Qingge doesn’t back down, his lip raised up slightly over his teeth. His eyes are dark, focused on Shen Qingqui like he can peer into the very core of him with just a little more effort. “
“It would be beneficial for another person to attend with you, and that would be best suited for me.”
“And why is that?” Shen Qingqui’s thin face is flushed bright with the annoyance flooding through his belly. It’s bad enough that he has to suffer through the dizzy spells and weakness when Without-A-Cure flares up, but to be looked down upon and pitied just like he had been before he died? It is nearly too much to bear. “If you’re implying that I’m weak because—”
“Will you just listen to me, for once?” Liu Qingge snaps, a band of colour high on his cheeks. Still beautiful. “Will you listen to what I’m saying and not what you think you hear? I want to go with you. I’m asking to go with you.” He stops, his breath shuddering in his chest. “Unless, you have another you’d rather go with.”
Oh. Oh.
Shen Qinggui had planned to become friends with as many people as he could, this is just an extension of that. Friends spent time together. Alone. Viewing a migration of beasts.
“That would be acceptable,” Shen Qingqui answers, eventually. He hides his face behind his fan once more, sensing that something has shifted or maybe, he’s just become aware of the change. “Thank you.”
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