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"So would Prince Shen prefer green or silver?", Shen Yuan blinked, his eyes set onto the heavenly emperor with a blank expression.

....what for? Prefer for what?!

Had anyone ever asked him, he hadn't expected the first words out of his apparently now father-in-law to be a question so unspecific whilst being absolutely specific he wanted to scream.

At least Binghe had let him walk the last two steps into the throneroom, thank you very much!

Dignity saved!

Still, whatever the fuck was Tianlang-jun asking him about here? And why was Su Xiyan not saying anything?! Wait...that was Su Xiyan next to Tianlang-jun, right?

Maybe? ...probably.

....well she did share some similarities with Binghe, and honestly? Who else would sit next to Tianlang-jun! Hah! Still-

Shen Yuan found himself side-eyeing Binghe with a clear look of confusion, he didn't want to make a fool out of himself, okay?!

"For the wedding gowns.", the answer came so naturally off of the protagonist's lips, it took Shen Yuan a few seconds to register.

What?

"Green and red?", his brows furrowed, "Who would mix green and red?"

"Silver it is then, wonderful.", the heavenly emperor clapped his hands once, "Now let me welcome you in our humble home, my dear daughte-", Su Xiyan whacked Tianlang-juns arm with vigor, a loud slap echoing through the room, "Son-in-law. Look at him Xiyan, isn't he a good one? You've never seen prince Shen before, take a look. Our Binghe has good taste."

"Oh, but we have, though it has been rather long.", Su Xiyan's voice was firm and clear, her eyes holding a gentle warmth despite the harsh expression on her face, "Many thanks to Prince Shen for back then, there hadn't been any opportunities to pay back what you've done for me and my son."

Wait- wasn't this all going a little too fast?!

"There's no need, Empress Su has afterall informed my parents about my whereabouts back then.", he found himself smiling – this wasn't really wrong, right? Without her, he would have been absolutely fucked.

This earned him an approving nod, the movement very much resembling the way his brother would usually show his approval in public. Huh. Well, Su Xiyan and Shen Qingqiu did feel somewhat similar in terms of character. Really, after some in-depth talks with Airplane, Shen Yuan had always wondered why the two characters were so much alike – really, he hadn't had much to add except the things Binghe would tell him about his mother, but that had already been enough to make him wonder.

Not that the answer was hard, it was obviously the author's fault.

And apparently a hint from Airplanes side to show off the fact that the protagonist had always ever tried to fill in the gap his mother had left – knowingly or not – that had been left unrealized since Su Xiyan had never been more than mentioned in the original work or fanfiction.

Stupidly wasted potential! Didn't make this make the original Binghe even more pitiful?! Filling the gaps of the person he had lost too early to realize it with plenty of women and a horrible obsession towards Shen Qingqiu while also considering the man who had robbed him of it all as something akin to a father! Pitiful! Truly pitiful!

But this all didn't matter anymore. His Binghe was fine, standing next to him in pristine robes, close enough to make their shoulders bump, hand brushing against his almost playfully every now and then.

Binghe – the protagonist Shen Yuan had always hoped to find happiness – seemed truly content, and he wasn't going to lie, so was he.

The talk became somewhat idle after this exchange, Tianlang-jun only inquiring about a few trivial things, while Su Xiyan seemed to be very much interested in how Jiu-ge was faring.

Which was kind of nice, because apparently she seemed to like his brother! Which was rare! Very rare! Jiu-ge should really appreciate this sort of... friendship? Well, he probably would deny it being one, but Shen Yuan would have to refuse! This absolutely was friendship!

Hell yes, Jiu-ge had finally made a friend!

After almost three decades – not counting Yue Qi that is, they were married, that didn't count as 'friendship' anymore.

"Now, go and rest up you two, tomorrow's the big day.", Tianlang-jun nodded in satisfaction, body leaning back into the throne he had seated himself on, "You have everything prepared, son?"

"Of course father.", Binghe beamed at him, one of his hands eagerly grabbing Shen Yuans, "Everything is prepared and ready, we will be taking our leave."

And he was dragged along, only able to give a court bow to his in-laws.

Oh god, his in-laws.

"So, what big day is tomorrow?", Binghe led him through a few winding corridors, hand clutching his in a tight but almost careful grip. "The announcement of course.", the protagonist looked back at him, matured features forming an indulging smile, "A-Yuan surely is tired of his travels, this Binghe will prepare dinner for him."

"Which announcement exactly?", Shen Yuan blinked, doing his best to ignore the flutter in his chest whenever Binghes hand gave his a light squeeze – hold your horses virgin heart! This was just holing hands! Holding hands, god damn it!

"All of them.", the answer was thrown at him in such a relaxed manner, Shen Yuan wanted to scream.

All of them?! So first they were going to announce the protagonist's existence and then they would also throw Shen Yuan into the pot and then- what?! Were there more than two?

These two were already plenty! Actually the protagonist fucking existing would be the biggest outburst of recent history! Probably.

Heavenly demons were rare, their offspring even more so – considering Luo Binghe had been the sole heavenly demon in existence in the original was already more than telling, wasn't it?!

So this would just- oh god.

"A-Yuan shouldn't worry so much.", a delighted chuckle made him snap out of his thoughts.

Wait just a second here overly handsome future husband! He hadn't been worrying! He had been freaking out! That was something completely different!

"Binghe is just too relaxed!", Shen Yuan huffed, eyes trailing towards the lush bamboo garden in front of him, "The uproar this will cause.."

"This Binghe is not relaxed.", the protagonist stopped in his steps, the setting sun framing his unruly locks in a hazy light – if he didn't know any better, Shen Yuan would bet this was some sort of CG, "This Binghe is simply ecstatic to share the news of whom he will marry and treasure."

Shen Yuan wanted to scream, this was too cheesy! But the blush creeping up his cheeks was not due to embarrassment alone, his heart beating in his chest like a drum. Cheesy and smooth! Gods, what had this stupid setting done to him! To make matters worse, Binghe brought their intertwined hands to his lips, pressing a soft kiss onto Shen Yuan's knuckles, red eyes looking towards him from beneath lowered lashes, "And of course this Binghe is happy to have A-Yuan close to him."

Shen Yuan felt like he might combust any second now, wasn't this too much? No? Really not? Maybe he should snatch his hand back from that grip because he felt like he was sweating.

Oh fuck, he was absolutely sweating, wasn't he?!

Binghe, let go of this sweaty old man hand, ah!

Watching A-Yuan explore the small bamboo hut built especially for him was delightful. His fiance – yes, Binghe demanded to be allowed to call him this already! - was simply adorable, cooing and swooning over simple furnishing, especially delighted by the stocked library and the specially ordered bed.

Big enough to fit two, though he would not point that out just yet, it had been fulfilling enough to watch Shen Yuan pick up one of the pillows Binghe had sown himself, complimenting the craftsmanship with sparkling eyes.

Ah, he had known A-Yuan would like the stitching!

He couldn't wait to show him the present he had brought from the abyss, but this had to wait a little while longer. If he were to confirm his devotion, he might as well do it the moment their engagement would be announced, to shut up those who would suggest it to be a political marriage.

Whatever the case, Shen Yuan was here and that alone made Binghe almost vibrate in joy. He had missed A-Yuan a lot, the little quirks and habits his precious person was showing only around him and most of all the small smiles and glances he was given. Truly, this had to be heaven!

Regardless of how much Su Binghe wanted to continue to simply watch Shen Yuan, there was dinner to be made, so he offered A-Yuan to rest while he would prepare their meal.

Which did not go as smoothly as he had planned to, meaning Shen Yuan demanded to help aswell.

Well, he hadn't had his beloveds cooking in years. It might be a nice change of pace.

Putting on an indulging smile, Binghe handed A-Yuan a few vegetables to cut.

There wasn't much that could go wrong with this, right?

Shen Yuan felt absolutely and utterly panicked – though most of all, he was gawking at his own incompetence.

Okay, sure, he might have not been paying attention too much because there was a huge ass bed in the bedroom and he was sure that thing was big enough to have orgies on it – which wouldn't happen, but that also meant it was big enough to fit two people! Two people! In one bed! Oh god, was Jiu-ge some kind of psychic?! He probably was!

But this wasn't important right now, as Shen Yuan watched himself bleed in the fucking salad.

He wanted to cry, here he was, established cultivator, fought many beasts but got wounded when cutting a piece of fucking salad.

Was there a hole he could vanish in?

"A-Yuan?!", Binghes panicked shriek echoed next to him only a split second after he had landed the hit on his own hand – a mocking voice saying he had hit himself in confusion, it was very effective! - a hand instantly grabbed his, "Are you okay? It's- you're bleeding!"

Well, it wasn't that bad, there really was no need to cry over a little cut. It wasn't even as bad as a papercut, okay?!

It was simply a stupid cut he had gotten because of internal screaming. Easy. Totally normal.

Binghe taking the cut finger into his mouth and sucking on it was not normal though.

Shen Yuan instantly felt his cheeks flush, trying to rip the offending finger out of the even more offending mouth! But Binghe didn't comply, simply biting down onto the soft flesh with what felt like a soft huff.

Shen Yuan shuddered.

Su Binghe blinked at the reaction, one eyebrow raising in interest as his lips curved into a mischievous smile.

He was going to fucking kill himself!

"Binghe, let go!", Shen Yuan internally cried over not having his fan on him, covering his flushed face with his free hand instead, unable to look the protagonist in the eyes. He had never had any sort of weird kinks okay! None! Never!

Binghe gave a soft hum, complying by slowly dragging the finger out of his mouth, tongue tailing over the cut once last time, but still keeping the hand within his grip.

"Ah, but what if A-Yuans wound gets infected?", the smile remained on his lips, making Shen Yuan want to huff. What would happen?! It was a small cut! And slobbering all over it wouldn't even disinfect it, this made no sense whatsoever!

Though honestly, he wouldn't be surprised if Heavenly Demon spit had some hidden OP effect, it had been used as a form of lubrican-

No. No, not going there.

Uh uh, nOPE!

Feeling himself flushing an even deeper crimson – not even because of the shamelessness in front of him, but the one running through his thoughts instead! - Shen Yuan huffed, his free hand ruffling through Binghes hair. "Binghe should take care of dinner instead.", he gave a small cough, averting his eyes in clear shame, "To make sure nothing else is ruined."

Binghe hummed quietly, the smile on his lips turning tender, "Would A-Yuan like to explore the library then? This Binghe will come and get you once dinner is served."

Well.

This didn't sound too bad, right?

Sure, though he hadn't expected Binghe to stop his cooking and personally escort him towards the small but very much endearing library.

Even less had he expected Binghe to fit him down onto a comfortable chair, a pillow behind his neck and a soft blanket draped over his lap, just to then ask what Shen Yuan wanted to read.

...was he being coddled? Was that it?!

He would be offended if not for the fact that it really was quite comfortable.

...he could probably get used to this.

Watching A-Yuan eat the food he had prepared was just as endearing as it had always been, if not even more than ever. Whilst obviously having been trained in etiquette – it was a given, considering his brother was Shen Qingqiu – Shen Yuan would always fall out of his manners whenever he ate something he truly enjoyed.

To put it simply, Binghe was watching in awe as the prestigious and well mannered second prince of Qing Jing gobbled down dish after dish, not even stopping once.

Ah, had A-Yuan become even more adorable in his absence? Apparently so!

"Binghe, why don't you eat? You've outdone yourself, now come eat up.", the smile on Shen Yuan's face was soft, eyes turning into crescents as he dropped a favorable piece of pork into Binghes bowl.

"Of course I'm eating.", he couldn't help but chuckle, returning the smile he was given in kind, "Every meal with A-Yuan is a good meal, this Binghe is more than happy to prepare all of A-Yuans meals."

This made Shen Yuan blink a few times, a small dusting of pink creeping up his cheeks, his expression turning clearly flustered, only visible for a short moment before he opened his paper fan.

"This won't be necessary, after all, I've brought along Ning Ying-", Shen Yuan trailed off, eyebrows furrowing for a second, "Right, now that I think about it, where is Ning Yingying? Shouldn't she be close by?"

"Ah, she is staying with the main staff.", Binghe watched in delight as one of Shen Yuan's brows was raised, a clear look of confusion on his face, "This one has already made preparations and will make sure that all of A-Yuan's needs are met."

To be precise he had demanded the girl to give up all of her chores – at least those including Shen Yuan – to him, expecting her to protest.

Just that the protest had never come, the young girl's eyes sparkling instead, before she had nodded almost ferociously, agreeing to his conditions at once.

Unexpected, but truly not unappreciated. His A-Yuans personal maid truly was a good one!

"...all of my needs?", Shen Yuan blanked out for a second, a piece of carrot slipping out of the hold of his chopsticks, "Binghe doesn't- that- what?!"

"Whatever A-Yuan needs, this Binghe will gladly provide."

He was met with a weirdly choked gasp, A-Yuans face burning fiercely behind his paper fan.

Truly, A-Yuan was simply too adorable!

So.

Shen Yuan had felt tired after the probably best meal he had had in years, so of course, Binghe had easily complied with his request to head to bed early.

Not to mention the fact that tomorrow would be the big day. As in a gigantic day.

Though however tired Shen Yuan had been after eagerly slipping out of his heavy robes to lay down in his readily prepared sleeping robes, he had very much choked on fucking nothing the moment Binghe had slipped under the covers with him.

Almost fucking naked, cause apparently that's how he slept.

Which was – judging by the very much wide grin on his overly handsome face – a fucking lie.

"A-Yuan, don't look at me like that.", Binghes voice was hushed as he put out the night pearls in the room with a flick of his hand, scurrying a little closer to Shen Yuan, "This servant will have to help A-Yuan dress tomorrow, it will be an early day, wouldn't it be more convenient if he was to simply sleep here?"

Which sounded like a reasonable excuse, but- but that didn't include the absolute need to sleep in the same bed! Especially not so close their noses were almost touching!

But of course, Shen Yuan couldn't even state any of these stupid facts, because his brain melted the very moment Binghes breath ghosted over his lips.

What the fuck! Too close! Way too close! He was going to fucking die a horrible death!

As in comfortably horrible. Which made no sense, but how was his brain going to function properly in a situation like this!

"Binghe is no servant.", was the only thing that he was able to sputter, voice nothing more than a soft mumble as he averted his eyes. Smooth reply, Shen Yuan. Absolutely captured whatever he wanted to say. What had Jiu-ge taught him about eye contact being key to bringing a point across? Yeah? Nothing? Good, because his brain was venturing off into fields his brother would have never told him anything about!

"Indeed.", Binghe hummed, hands reaching out to wrap themselves around Shen Yuan's waist, eagerly pulling him until they chests were pressed against another, Binghes mouth dangerously close to his ear, while Shen Yuan's face was conveniently placed in the crook of the protagonists neck, "But this Binghe would always happily serve A-Yuan."

Ahhh! Too embarrassing! And way too fucking close! Shen Yuan wanted to retort something witty, no actually, he just wanted to say anything that would calm his heart beating in his chest like a fucking drumroll, but all he managed to do was look up to Binghe, locking eyes with him and opening and closing his mouth like a fucking fish.

Good one, Shen Yuan. Being a smooth player as always.

Binghe chuckled, hands squeezing Shen Yuan's waist gently, before he dipped down, brushing a soft kiss on his lips, red eyes intently keeping contact with his, while Shen Yuan had problems processing whatever the fuck just happened.

"For more A-Yuan will have to wait.", Binghes lips ghosted over his cheek, the touch feeling scalding hot, his lips itching from the sensation of- of these-

Too soft! Too-!

All Shen Yuan could do was making a high pitched sound, face burying back into the crook of Binghes neck, only to earn another low chuckle.

"A-Yuan is really too adorable~", Binghe cooed, his body pressing a little closer.

"Binghe is just too shameless!", Shen Yuan's voice was obviously muffled, lips pressed against Binghes exposed skin in an attempt to hide, one hand slapping the protagonist's chest in offense.

But again, all he got was another laugh, his hand eagerly grabbed by Binghe to brush another kiss onto his knuckles.

Too shameless!

Way too shameless!

-

Shen Yuan waved himself with a fan while waiting for the moment he would have to...go on stage.

Really, this was all too bizarre, the whole scenario felt more like some odd award-winning ceremony than anything else, but if he wanted to critique anyone on this, it was probably Airplane.

Binghe stood with Tianlang-jun on a large pedestal, decked in the royal colors, heavy robes truly highlighting his well-trained frame, curly hair gathered in a high ponytail.

...he looked good.

Looking at the crowd and seeing some potential harem member, Shen Yuan decided he looked maybe a little too good.

But... Shen Yuan didn't look too shabby himself if he may say so.

Well, it was mainly thanks to Binghes care, tutting the heavy robs in order and styling his hair in an elegant updo, held together with an ornament that surprisingly went well with both the green of his robes and the red and black Binghe was wearing.

Ah, the protagonist sure knew how to mix colors! Impressive!

Still, it left him feeling slightly overdressed. Binghe was wearing less flashy clothes! But he looked so so much more regal! Wasn't this too much? Wouldn't he look like he was maybe trying a little too hard to shine next to Binghes natural beauty? Well, not that he could do anything about it now, especially not while Binghe was announced as the next heir to the crown – which really didn't come as much of a surprise to anyone present, but hey, it was official now, further underlined by the many cheers of the demon folk gathered.

Which also meant-

"Now, we may also officially announce Xionghong-juns future partner.", Tianlang-juns voice was loud and clear, holding the impressive tone one would expect of a ruler, not even shaking once, "It has already been decided from both sides. The wedding will be held two weeks from now."

Two weeks?! Wasn't that too fast? Jiu-ge wedding had been prepared for months! Months!

But despite everything, this was Shen Yuans sign to go.

On stage that is, even though he would have much preferred to just go back and hide under his blankets.

Snapping his fan open, Shen Yuan braced himself one more time for what was to come, body stiffening into the prideful way his brother had always taught him to carry himself. He was royalty, the second prince of Qing Jing, if anything he had to save face for his kingdom and move in a way his brother wouldn't scold him for.

If only he wasn't this nervous! And by the gods, the many gasps in the crowd didn't help his case! Thank fuck his trusty fan helped to cover the nervous twitch of his lip as he slowly walked up to Su Binghe, whose lips quirked similarily to his, but it felt like it was more because of amusement than panic.

Rude much! He knew who was going to get a slap with his very trust fan after this ordeal was over!

"Let me introduce to you the future empress, Prince Shen Yuan.", while Tianlang-jun seemed to be delighted to hand Shen Yuan this title, he was only fuming on the inside. Okay then! Another person was deserving of a slap!

The murmurs of the crowd didn't stop, many of them surely recognizing him from his frequent travels to solidify his trading business...not to mention Airplanes booklet of doom. Oh god.

Oh god.

"He has aided the royal family many times by now.", honestly there was only one time Shen Yuan could think of, but sure, whatever the heavenly emperor deemed fit to be said, "And with such he has proven himself worthy of the future emperor."

Tianlang-jun ended with a nod, seemingly satisfied with his speech, only to perk up a second later, "Not to mention we're glad to have one of the most priced beauties in our family now! Xionghong-jun truly did well with this one!"

Shen Yuan wanted to die, he could already feel the piercing glares of some of the women in the crowd! Too much! And absolutely exaggerated no less! He was no beauty! Probably kind of average, at most slightly above average after Binghes styling!

"Ah, don't look at me like that son-in-law.", Tianlang-jun caught his expression, laughing out loud in delight, "Look, they're all in awe of your beauty. My son scored quite the catch."

Shen Yuan wanted to deny it, absolutely, but looking up and finally glancing at the crowd... they truly were staring as if they were waiting for something to happen.

Which it did, the moment Shen Yuans gaze landed on Binghe, who fell onto one knee in front of him, shining eyes looking up through his dark lashes, a hint of determination glimmering in them.

"This one hopes A-Yuan will accept this humble gift as a sign of our betrothal.", Binghes smile was tender, hands reaching out to cup Shen Yuans in a gentle gesture, "It is not much, but this one hopes A-Yuan will like it."

In all honesty, Binghe could hand over a plain rock this very moment and Shen Yuan would accept it. He would even take a piece of coal. Gods, if needed a wooden stick would do aswell.

But the moment the velvet pouch touched Shen Yuan's palm, he couldn't help but blink down.

It was a qiankun pouch, the weight surprisingly heavy in his hand...which made no sense. If it was this heavy, didn't that mean it was packed to the brim?!

He speedily sent a little bit of spiritual energy into the pouch, eyes widening instantly, only to look up at Binghe filled with intense interest.

"Binghe, this is-", he gaped, focus snapping between the pouch and the man in front of him. "Mh, this one made sure to capture at least one per species.", Binghe hummed, lips quirking into a satisfied smile, "A-Yuan likes it?"

"How could I not?!", a clear excitement laced Shen Yuan's voice, hands almost shaking, "Binghe this is incredib-"

But before Shen Yuan could even marvel at the gift in his hands, Binghe easily closed the distance between them, lips crashing against his. Shen Yuan gasped, almost losing grip on the pouch in his hand, as he instinctively buried his fingers into Binghes robes, eyes widening in panic as the protagonist took his chance to slide his tongue into his mouth, lips quirking into a satisfied smile, only to be followed by the excited cheers of his people.

-

If having to turn down proposals towards Shen Yuan hadn't always been annoying enough, Shen Jiu wanted to curse out the mass of letters he received mere hours after the news of the newly announced Xionghong-jun and his betrothed had reached the human kingdoms.

The first to arrive by Liu Qingge who had offered to free Shen Yuan from the demon's clutches after his kidnapping, which was simply laughable.

The letter had been the first to hit his trashcan, followed by many more of previous suitors offering their help to retrieve the poor prince from the demons.

Laughable.

As if any of these idiots were even remotely able to put up a fight with Tianlang-jun. It was almost as amusing as many of them adding the simple terms of receiving Shen Yuan's hand in marriage if they would succeed.

Maybe he should accept and let those fools run into their death, it would at least help him to get rid of many annoyances.

Though the most amusing of them all were the letters flying in from Huan Hua.

Lao Gongzhu writing his heartfelt worry about Shen Yuan being taken hostage by the horrible demons that had already taken his Xiyan as a prisoner.

This very letter hadn't even made it to the trashbin, already incinerated in his hands before he had even finished reading it. So the old fool would play the distraught victim while spreading the rumors of Shen Qingqiu grooming his little brother to become his stepping stone into business with demons.

It was almost impressive if only the plan hadn't been made by a senile old fart. One should tell him it wouldn't be a good idea to have his daughter scream this theory the loudest.

Thinking that this ill-mannered mistress would one day take over her father's position was already a headache.

This was all a headache involving way too many idiots involving themselves in a matter they had nothing to do with.

How utterly irritating!

He had no time to bother with these issues, there was a marriage to attend in mere two weeks afterall, presents had to be prepared and arrangements had to be made – even if Su Xiyan had already informed him about the preparations to having been made even before the proposal.

Which was questionable, but admittedly anyone could have easily seen Shen Yuan accept. Anyone doubting it would have had to be blind.

Though all in all, it was almost funny how many people assumed themselves to be worthy to even suggest being in the same room as A-Yuan.

Well, it wasn't his problem. The rumors couldn't be dispelled by him, acting against them would only play into the old fool's hand, so all he really could do was wait.

For his brother to act like he was a fool in love.

Which he most certainly was, so there shouldn't be anything to worry about, except deciding on the robes he would wear to the special occasion coming up.

-

Anything after the announcement had been fine.

Say minus Shen Yuan excitedly going through every single content of the pouch Binghe had given him, but still. It had been considerably smooth.

No fainting, no screaming.

Just some PDA in front of the majority of the capital's residents.

As in a kiss so intense, Shen Yuan had whimpered into it while his knees had buckled, leaving it to Binghe to keep him from sagging to the ground.

See?

No one could blame him from diving headfirst into research because he was not going to think about it.

And he was absolutely not thinking about the way Binghes tongue had invaded his mouth and brushed against his tongue playfully or the way his hands had roamed over his body to settle indecently on his lower back, only to later catch him by grabbing his ass to keep him on his feet.

He was also absolutely not feeling extremely hot whenever Binghe would talk to him. And lick his lips voluntarily because fuck, Shen Yuan would never stare at his lips with the expression of a dying man!

Nope!

His lips were absolutely not tingling, tongue still tasting...Binghe.

...okay, fine! Maybe he was absolutely distracted because his soon-to-be-husband had french kissed him in front of way too many demons and he had liked it!

And maybe he was feeling a little restless because said soon-to-be-husband had to attend to meetings and responsibilities and had to leave him alone.

Which...had led to Binghe offering him to roam through Tianlang-juns personal library which should have been a good distraction because- well, heavenly emperor library? Jackpot!

But jokes on him, it was a jackpot but absolutely not in the way it should have been.

Porn.

Half of the entire fucking library was filled with porn.

Admittedly, the other half was amazing, filled with bestiaries and different books on cultivation or plants, but-

"I should have known you wrote him as a weirdo.", Shen Yuan couldn't help but sigh, eyes flickering towards Airplane who had also been placed here – Mobei Jun also was needed to attend meetings, so of course, his bro was left with him.

Which probably wasn't too bad considering the way Airplane always fidgeted around demons.

"Bro please, I absolutely didn't.", Airplane huffed while flipping through a gaudy booklet, eyes lighting up with interest every now and then, "I only wrote him to be interested in humans, how should I know it would turn out like this?"

"Well, your story was basically a shitfest of papapa actions, I'm not surprised the 'interest in humans' turned into 'interest in human papapa'"

"Bro, I will forever be fascinated by the fact you will curse out the world but refer to sex as papapa, that's almost impressive.", the answer Airplane got for that was a swift whack with a fan, Shen Yuan huffing in response.

"It's better than the weird ways you called it, so shut up.", Shang Qinghua simply shrugged at that.

"Bro, you should have seen the outrage over in the human side of things.", so changing the topic now, "It was quite the moment to have both the most wanted bachelor of demonkind get engaged to the most wanted bachelor of humankind. People went nuts."

"Oh.", Shen Yuan answered before even processing the words, only to stop his reading the moment they struck him, "Wait, what?"

"Good looking, doted on by literally anyone with power in the range of the entire continent, well except Huan Hua but they don't count, has trading with demons going, literally related to one of the most influential Kings of all.", Shang Qinghua gave him a look, "Do I need to continue or do you get the gist of it? You're like the hottest commodity over there so everyone is kinda shocked you were snatched by a demon, Huan Huas King is especially enraged, but I guess he's more upset you snatched the sexy demon."

Shen Yuan blinked at his bro, eyebrows furrowing in clear irritation.

Airplane was surely shitting him here, right?

"Hey, don't look at me like that, I'm just telling you how it is.", Shen Yuan decided it would probably be best to leave Airplane to his delusional blabbering, shifting his eyes back onto the book in his hands.

Ridiculous.

-

The very first moment Shen Yuan wanted to dig himself a hole and vanish happened in a busy market place, his hand firmly grasped in Binghes while they roamed the streets.

Surprisingly enough, a festival was held to celebrate the announcement of Xionghong-juns heritance, street vendors handing out small trinkets to remind of the occasion.

Now if there weren't these life-sized portraits of him and Binghe mid-kiss displayed on most of these stalls, Shen Yuan could survive this.

Well, they were everywhere.

Fucking everywhere.

To make things worse, Binghe would stop at every. Single. Stall.

Especially those featuring a well made painting.

But to make things, even more, worse, there was a pattern as to how things would go.

"Hm, the craftsmanship surely is amazing.", the young demon lord next to him eyed the lifesized image of them tangled up in a way too compromising situation, while Shen Yuan wanted to cover his eyes and pretend he didn't exist, "Though it does pale in comparison to A-Yuans true beauty, wouldn't you agree?"

Binghe gently nudged his side - and yes.

Yes, he really wanted to pretend he didn't exist!

"Binghe, stop!", it came out more like a whine, Shen Yuan slapping his shoulder in soft reprimation, "That's too much! Besides, if anything they didn't manage to capture Binghes beauty."

Which was true, to be completely honest, the artist had exaggerated Shen Yuan's appearance quite a bit! He didn't look like that at all! But at the same time, Binghes portrayal felt even less fitting!

His future husband looked a lot better than this! Which-

...he would never say out loud.

"Mh, A-Yuan is flattering me.", soft lips gave him a short and very much unexpected peck, the demon folk around them gasping in delight, "What a wonderful husband he will be."

Shen Yuan gaped, his cheeks once more darkening in a flustered blush.

This was too much! Too much!!

Su Binghe found himself in Shen Yuan's presence daily, in fact, he did his best to spend any free minute he had around his future husband.

While he knew it wasn't necessary – considering everyone within the bounds of the castle were very much aware of their interactions – watching A-Yuan getting flustered simply because of his mere presence was amazingly satisfying.

Shen Yuan would oftentimes fail the simplest of tasks, completely distracted because Binghe was there.

A-Yuan got more and more endearing the more days passed!

And maybe sometimes Su Binghe would accidentally leave the washing room barely clothed.

Or sometimes he would trip and fall onto A-Yuans lap.

More often than not he would simply lunge forward to press a soft kiss onto his A-Yuans lips.

It was heaven on earth, truly there couldn't be anything more wonderful than this!

Though it was necessary to roam the streets of the capital every now and then, especially on market days whenever human traders would also be present. The situation within the human kingdoms seemed to be seething, eyes were set on Shen Qingqiu with disdain.

Well, Shen Yuan's brother was known to be quite scheming.

Which lead to the next problem...being Shen Qingqiu and Yue Qingyuan arriving in a few days' time to settle in before the marriage.

....which then would obviously lead to a drastic decrease of Binghes alone time with his A-Yuan!

"A-Yuan~", he sagged towards, making Shen Yuan almost fall of his lap.

"What is it, Binghe?", A-Yuan leaned back against him, closing the book he was reading with a small sigh, "Are your feet getting numb? Should I get up?"

"No!", his arms dragged Shen Yuan closer towards him, back snuggly pressing against Binghes chest, "A-Yuan should always stay this close to me~!"

Another sigh followed, Shen Yuan's hand blindly reaching behind him, failing twice to find their target before they gently pat Binghes head, just to then start massaging his scalp softly.

"A-Yuan is so good to me.", Su Binghe purred, feeling his body relax at the undivided attention he was finally receiving, "Now if he would turn around and give me a kiss..." His voice trailed off, lashes lowering in hopes of his suggestion to be approved.

"Ah, whatever am I to do with you.", which it was, Shen Yuan turning his upper body enough to have them sit eye to eye, soft lips brushing against his in an innocent kiss.

"Now be good.", his soon-to-be-husband huffed, the tempting dusting of his cheeks giving away his embarrassment while he tried his best to stay composed.

A-Yuan really was too adorable! Too adorable!

Another defeated sigh followed while Binghe squealed into Shen Yuan's neck filled with pure delight.

If there were to be an emergency exit, Shen Yuan would like to know.

But they were within the capital of demonkind so he highly doubted it.

The royal family had been invited to join a grand festivity held in honor of the now officially announced Xionghong-jun, so of course, Shen Yuan was also invited.

Now, if those female demon nobles hadn't tried to fucking yeet themselves onto Binghe, he would have totally absolutely not clung to him the whole night!

And then this whole situation probably also would never have happened!

...probably.

But now it was here and there was no way to escape, Binghes eyes shining with blinding hope and affection, while his mouth was playfully opened, begging Shen Yuan to feed him.

He- he couldn't just not do it, could he?! Binghe would lose face! But- but he couldn't just-

That was too cheesy! Too fucking cheesy! Ah, he was going to melt, his poor face! Binghe!

But there truly was nothing he could do, even Tianlang-jun watching them with the same glimmer of hope in his eyes! Fuck! Now he knew where Binghe got that one from! Stupid heavenly demon genes be damned!

Now giving in to the cruel cruel fate of feeding his lovestruck Binghe, Shen Yuan bit his lip, gaze flickering towards the serving of noddles on his chopsticks.

Okay. He could do it.

He lowered his other hand beneath the dripping serving he had gathered, slowly guiding his chopsticks towards Binghes waiting mouth.

He could do it.

Binghes eye turned into crescents while Shen Yuan wanted to fucking scream.

He could fucking do it-

His hands shoved the chopsticks into Binghes mouth with way too much force, making it more of a jerk, some of the sauce dripping onto Shen Yuan's hand while he fucking felt the end of the chopsticks hitting Binghes throat.

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck-

The protagonist closed his mouth around the chopsticks with a delighted chuckle, only removing them after a long moment of silence between them.

Shen Yuan wanted to fucking die, alright.

"A-Yuan is so good to me~", without giving him a moment to fucking breathe and get over his internal crisis of self-doubt – because fuck he couldn't even feed someone?! What was wrong with him?! - Binghe grabbed Shen Yuans free hand, licking of the few drips of sauce that had landed on it with no hesitation.

What. The. Fuck.

"How wonderful!", Tianlang-jun clapped his hands visibly pleased while Su Xiyan simply gave him another small slap against his shoulder, throwing Shen Yuan a pitying glance.

Ah.

Well, he appreciated that.

Now, where was the best hole to vanish into-

-

The moment Shen Jiu arrived two days before the wedding, he had the sudden urge to gauge the little beast's eyes out.

Did this Xionghong-jun have to stare at A-Yuan at every moment they would meet?

Apparently so, to the point even CuiFen would stare between the two.

His daughter was maybe a little too sharp sometimes.

Not even an hour later, Shen Jiu had the even stronger urge to rip the beasts hands off, because, upon arrival at the small bamboo hut, the guest room had been unused.

And servants had long since spilled that Shen Yuan and Su Binghe had been spending their time alone in the little hut.

"So, when did you start sleeping together?", Shen Yuan stopped his every movement the moment the question was thrown into their conversation, Yue Qi next to him heaven a small sigh while trying his best to stay out of the discussion, instead playing with Xiao Fen on his lap.

So he would not expect any support from that side, huh. Noted. His husband would feel that in bed later that night.

"Uh...haha, whatever do you mean, Jiu-ge?", the response was as unsurprising as it could be, his brother already clearly flustered by the question. Well, it's not like he had expected anything else, the news of the twos public show of affection spreading quick and wide.

While this had been his plan, it was still unbearably infuriating!

"You're sleeping together.", it was a statement, A-Yuan going surprisingly still the moment he said it, "Has the beast forced you into anything? If yes, then tell me and I will force him to beg you for forgiveness on his knees."

One of A-Yuans brows rose, clear confusion painting his face.

Okay then, there probably had been no forcing to..any of the matters. And he was not going to ask whichever matters the both of them had indulged in yet.

Shen Jiu huffed, taking a sip of the readily prepared tea they had been served, well aware of the fact that the beast had surely prepared it.

It was good.

Maybe he should Ming Fan come and train how to properly prepare a good cup of tea under the beasts tutelage.

"Uh, will Qing Jing be alright? I heard Huan Hua has been making quite a ruckus?", Shen Yuan's voice held a hint of hesitation, making Shen Jiu chuckle.

"Why, don't worry about that my little idiot brother.", the words were spoken softly, the smile on his lips dripping with delight, "Tianlang-jun was nice enough to send his army to secure the borders so the old fool won't have any funny ideas in our absence."

Well, to be completely honest, he had only mentioned the issue towards Su Xiyan and she had made any needed arrangements, but it was still appreciated.

Shen Jiu gave his brother another once over, noting his brother looked well in the stylized demonic robes he had been given. Whilst they seemed rougher than the scholarly robes provided in Qing Jing, they still followed the same colors.

This filled him with a torn sense of satisfaction, it was good because it was a clear sign from the beats that he wouldn't isolate Shen Yuan from the place he was from, but at the same time it left a sour taste in Shen Jius mouth, if he had tried to keep A-Yuan to himself, Shen Jiu would have at least seen a flaw in his brothers suitor.

He gave another huff, ignoring the way Yue Qi was giving him a small pat on his knee.

Well, as long as A-Yuan was happy he could accept it.

-

Shen Yuan looked into the mirror in awe.

God damn, demonic cosmetics truly could make a completely different person out of people, huh!

He had spent the past days with his brother and Qi-ge, Binghe being kept away by many responsibilities.

Though he was half sure it was simply to give him and his brother some space, afterall he and Binghe would probably... not leave each other's side much after this day.

Well, while it had been a nice thought, Binghe could have at least come back home to sleep!

Jiu-ge and Qi-ge had left the bamboo hut usually before dawn to leave him some space – probably because they also thought Binghe would pay him a nightly visit!

Which he hadn't!

But this only made him crave this day a lot more, but if he were to be completely honest-

He was fucking nervous.

The heavy red robes felt almost suffocating, his hair pulled up in a quite complicated updo, a simply crown his brother had brought along set on top of his head.

Oddly enough the green carvings adorning it did go well with the red robes. Huh, Jiu-ge really was a pro at this, wasn't he...

"Yo, bro, are you ready for the big day?", Airplane was sitting behind him, fiddling with a red folding fan in his hands – surprisingly enough the trash author had helped get him into these robes which was...questionable but appreciated. At least one face he knew, though he was aware of Jiu-ge waiting on him outside of the room, ready to escort him to the sedan.

The fucking wedding sedan.

"Probably.", Shen Yuan gave a nervous laugh, flicking one of his sleeves in order to adjust to the unfamiliar weight of the heavy cloth – why did this wedding set have even more layers?! Was he going to be a fucking onion? Was that to make the wedding night more enticing or actually more frustrating?!

"Bro, don't be like that, it'll be the wedding of the century. Binghe was all excited all morning, you should have seen him.", his bro got up from his seat, handing over the finely crafted fan, "I could swear he had heart eyes, bro."

This made Shen Yuan chuckle, a load of stress seemingly rolling off his shoulders. God, he could absolutely picture that.

"Okay, I'll be off then?", it came out more awkward and unsure than he wanted to, but Airplane simply pat his shoulder. "You got this bro, how can this make you any more nervous than the anticipation of a new chapter of my stories.", at this Shen Yuan snorted, his lips quirking into a small grin.

"Hey, that's only because I don't know if you'll go down the road to shit or actually make something out of a good idea.", Shang Qinghua made an offended noise, which only brought more amusement into Shen Yuans laugh.

"Yeah yeah, I know I'm a shitty author, but remember I totally wrote that guy you're going to marry so move your ass and don't let me son waiting!", and with this, he was quite literally shoved towards the door. "Yeah, well even you have to do something decent every now and then.", hearing another offended sound, Shen Yuan couldn't help but continue to laugh as he exited the room.

Jiu-ge had waited for him only a few steps away, the red wedding veil grasped in his hands.

"Ah, my A-Yuan is going to marry a beast.", he had pulled him into a lingering hug, his free hand rubbing soothing circles over Shen Yuans back, "At least a decent one, hm?"

Shen Yuan had simply smiled, feeling his brother affectionately cubbing one of his cheeks, before setting the veil into his head.

They had walked in silence towards the sedan, his brothers step heavy before his, but it felt comforting.

Jiu-ge had accepted Binghe as his partner, this much was certain, otherwise, he would have probably kidnapped him on the spot.

Which he hadn't done.

Thank fuck. You never knew in this setting!

His sight was honestly horrible beneath that stupid veil, gaze steadily making sure he was not tripping over his stupid robes, but hey, he was not making an absolute fool of himself, right?

"Now, hop inside.", looking up, all Shen Yuan could make out were his brother's lips quirking into a soft smile as he helped him up into the sedan, movements soft and careful, "And let me be the first to say it. Congratulations, A-Yuan. I'll drag you home to visit if you want to or not."

Shen Yuan couldn't help but laugh, his nervousness diminishing greatly as his brother grasped his hands into a comforting hold one last time before sending him off.

Okay.

Strike not being nervous.

He was fucking nervous.

Loud cheers and music echoed through the wide room the ceremony was held in, the sedan swinging in a comforting motion that didn't help him at all!

Stop swaying, he might as well get fucking seasick!

And almost as of on cue, the sedan came to a stop, the curtain next to him being lifted with a careful motion, the hand then staying in place, waiting for him to grasp it.

Ah fuck.

And so he did, urging Binghe to pull him out with a small tug, almost making Shen Yuan lose his footing and fall into his embrace.

Sneaky bastard!

"Ah, A-Yuan is eager as always.", Binghes purr was low, surely only hearable between the two of them and Shen Yuan was glad he couldn't see the protagonists face. God, his eyes were probably twinkling like crazy!

But he was even more glad about the fact that Binghe couldn't see his face, because it was fucking burning!

"Mhm, and Binghe is shameless as always.", the retort was swift, the words coming out clean thanks to the knowledge Binghe couldn't read in his face how stupidly embarrassed he was! Fuck!

All he received was a soft chuckle and a warm hand grasping his with certain fondness.

After the three bows and the exchange of their wedding rings – well, what the fuck Airplane, get a grip! You don't have to add all wedding customs from around the globe, okay?! - Shen Yuan was now seated in front of a small cup of wine his husband had poured him, and the whole custom came back to him like a fucking wave.

Right, the blood exchange.

How could he have forgotten about that one, hah!

He had poured Binghe a cup in return, hands concealing the soft shaking in his movements.

Listen, he was still nervous, okay?! OKAY?!

The next thing had been Binghe handing him his wrist and a small knife, the intent was clear, so Shen Yuan followed it in less than a second, poking a small wound onto the protagonist's fingertip to watch a small drop of blood dissolve into the wine.

Now Shen Yuan reached his hand over, watching from beneath the veil as Binghe softly grabbed his wrist, bringing it to his lips for a soft kiss.

Binghe! Customs! Follow customs!!

His internal scream had apparently come across, as Binghe lowered his hand the next moment, repeating the same action Shen Yuan had done before.

Now all that was left was to drink, so he did.

The alcohol settled into his belly in a form of warmth, a soft sort of buzzing accompanying the mellow taste. He could practically feel Binghes blood parasites settle in his veins and...

It maybe didn't feel too bad.

...he was fucking crazy, wasn't he?

Shen Yuan peeked from under his veil, watching Binghes lips slowly forming a warm and tender smile that made his heart flutter.

Well, if he could be crazy with Binghe together, it probably wasn't all too bad.

-

They had left the banquet a short while past midnight.

And really...

Shen Yuan really wasn't sure if he was ready for what's to come next.

He had never been intimate with someone in his past life – well he had also never been married, but that really didn't matter!

What did matter was the handsome soon to be demon lord standing in front of him, carefully lifting his veil off his face.

Shen Yuan felt himself blink, eyes having been used to the ushered red lights he had seen through it, now staring his husband up and down. Oh god, he had a husband, hadn't he? An incredibly handsome husband. Not that this was anything new, he was talking about Binghe after all, but still!

"Husband~", Binghe gently cooed into his ear, arms circling around Shen Yuan's waist, bodies pressing together. It was a harmless hug, but Shen Yuan could also feel everything beneath the others robes, intended or not, he felt himself flush a little. Was this some kind of special robe just for- for this?! He could have sworn he was wearing a fucking inion though?!

But before his internal freakout could even go any further, Binghe captures Shen Yuan's lips in a ravenous kiss, one hand skillfully disrobing him while the other held him steady on his feet.

"A-Yuan should relax.", the soft purr made him shudder, hands clutching onto Binghes still very much present robes with a hint of resentment. "And Binghe should get undressed too.", the second the words had left his lips, Shen Yuan wanted to slap himself. That had come out wrong!

Wrong! Wrong!!

But all he received as a reply was a fucking growl, Binghe swiftly getting rid of the soft layers of fabric, throwing them aside without paying them any mind. Ah, getting these wrinkles out would be a pain in the ass-

The next moment Shen Yuan was pushed off his feet, back hitting the soft mattress beneath him, Binghe readily looming over his frame just a second later.

....fuck.

Su Binghe added a third oiled finger, dragging past the tight rim into the already slickened heat, watching Shen Yuan shudder with every movement he made.

His husbands slender neck was already blooming with various marks, one of A-Yuans hands long since buried in his black locks, tugging and tearing whenever he went too fast, while the other clutched the bed sheets tightly.

Binghe was glad he had trained in the dream realm before, though nothing he had imagined could even come close to the pure pleasure this truly was, Shen Yuans heavy breathing echoing through the silent room, the shuffling of sheets whenever he would react to a rather bold curl of Binghes fingers-

It was enticing.

Truly and utterly enticing and Su Binghe wanted more.

Flicking his tongue over one of the perking buds on Shen Yuan's chest, a delightful sound left his husband's swollen lips, muscles deliciously tightening around the intruding fingers.

"Did A-Yuan like that?", Binghe nuzzled closer to the exposed chest, lips skillfully latching onto Shen Yuan's nipple once more to give it a soft suck, only to be rewarded with another throaty moan.

"B-Binghe!", ah...A-Yuan really had liked that, hadn't he?

He looked up, watching Shen Yuan's long lashes tremble as he tried to hold back another needy sound after Binghe had added another finger, "It's enough already."

His husband really was too adorable, was he not?

"Just a little more.", Binghe chuckled, the deep vibration of his voice urging a soft shiver from his husband's body, "This husband wouldn't want A-Yuan to feel any pain." He thrust his fingers in again, hitting a spot that dragged a long moan from his husband's lips, "A-Yuan should be a little bit more patient."

Because Binghe would make sure his husband would enjoy every last minute of this night.

Shen Yuan couldn't help but gasp at every slow drag of Binghes length inside of him, seemingly always rubbing at a spot, he shouldn't have found this easily! The slow pace made his body shiver in anticipation, his legs had long since unconsciously wrapped around the other's waist.

Binghe had him in a tight grip – probably tighter as he had intended, judging by his concentrated expression – his own breaths being ragged and short, hips shuddering. He was clearly holding back.

Which he didn't need to.

Oh by the gods, he really didn't need to!

Yes, yes he was a virgin, but this didn't feel like virgin sex! Where was the pain? The blood always mentioned! Sure, he could do very well without it, but he had to have a talk with that trash writer, as he was clearly unaware of how the human body worked when- when worked open like this!

A sharp thrust made Shen Yuan gasp, a loud but short moan escaping him.

"Husband shouldn't let his mind wander when we're like this.", two crimson eyes were only a short distance away from his, Binghes ragged pants grazing over his swollen lips.

Oh, he had been caught.

Was that some kind of protagonist thing? Knowing when the other person was thinking about something else-

He couldn't finish that thought as another hard thrust was aimed at that point that would always have an unrestrained gasp escape his lips.

Binghe simply smiled, closing the remaining distance between them both in a hungry kiss, devouring Shen Yuans already swollen red lips.

Shen Yuan felt himself moan into his husband's mouth, as Binghes cock dragged out of him again in an awfully slow pace, he could feel himself shiver, as he was filled again, the rhythm of the thrusts becoming faster but also more and more confident.

The sounds were obscene and never had Shen Yuan been more happy about soundproof walls.

It felt wet – probably due to the excessive amount of lube his husband seemed to have used.

But there was also the rhythmic slap of skin on skin, paired with the more than obscenely loud squelching sound adorning each and every thrust.

By now he was just a panting mess, clinging to his husband like some lusting monkey!

Arms circled around his neck, legs still tightly wrapped around his hips, Binghes pace became unforgiving. Each and every thrust would leave him shivering, moaning and tightening his grip, Binghe would simply chuckle into his mouth, lick through it and soak in every moan he would get.

They were tightly pressed together, chest to chest, it was a sweaty mess but Shen Yuan didn't care anymore. He felt good, way too good, mouth sputtering incoherent words with every thrust, every rub of their nippled together, he was really fucking sure, he had already made a mess of their bellies, his own cock untouched but rubbed between them.

At another sharp thrust, Shen Yuan felt himself jolt, as he came.

Oh god, oh god.

His body convulsed with the sheer rawness of his incoming orgasm, he twitched, panted, and tightened around that cock that kept driving into him.

Binghe growled, a low guttural sound, as he kept chasing his own release, cock rubbing through Shen Yuan's sensitive walls, making him squirm and shudder even more.

There was no more rhythm, no more planned movement, simply the animalistic instinct to claim and mate.

Shen Yuan tightened his grip even more, his husbands face buried in the crook of his neck, he could feel the other pant on his sweat-soaked skin, felt the enormous length inside of him grow even larger, still hitting his prostate without even trying.

He was chanting his husband's name like some mantra, voice needy and breathless.

His hands had long since drawn from the neck to his back, nails scratching their way over the tensing muscles as he was fucked into oblivion.

Was this the protagonist's stamina?! Could he even survive more of this?!

But it all ended, as Binghe sank his teeth sharply into Shen Yuan's neck, the sudden spark of pain on his sensitive skin made him gasp, another needy moan leaving his lips. He could feel the shiver going through Binghes body, muscles tensing, hips stuttering as he gave a last sharp thrust, releasing inside his husband.

Shen Yuans lower body involuntarily clenched down, now dragging a moan out of Binghes throat, as he licked over the sensitive bite he had just given.

All that was left was two people, tangled closely in bed, panting harshly.

Binghe was deeply buried inside his husband, slowly pushing himself up on his elbows, looking down on the more than disheveled Shen Yuan.

"Has this husband served well?", his tone was teasing, red eyes playfully watching in delight, as the rosy flush on Shen Yuan's skin turned a tone darker.

"Binghe!", the powerless slap felt more like praise than anything, as it hit his arm, "Don't- You! Ahh! Shameless!"

Shen Yuan gave up on even trying to say anything, burying his beet-red face in his hands.

"Husband~!", Binghe pried his hands open again with no effort, leaning back down to peck Shen Yuan's lips softly, "There's nothing to be ashamed of, it's just you and me here."

Shen Yuan wanted to retort, but it didn't help that Binghe started to drag himself out of his body this very moment.

There was a needy moan on his lips, as Binghes soft cock popped out of him with a more than indecent sound.

Oh no, he was not going to let that one out.

Nope.

Nonono, he had just survived one round of protagonist papapa! Not happening.

Which did not stop the scandalized gasp, as he felt something leak out of him.

Oh.

Right.

Oh god.

Oh fucking god.

"Husband needn't worry.", Binghe circled his arms around him, closing the distance between them once again into a lazy hug, "Binghe will take care of everything."

His voices sounded husky, his eyes were soft and sated, as he tucked Shen Yuans face into the crook of his neck. And while Shen Yuan did feel somewhat sore and sticky, he simply melted into the hug, a content sigh escaping his lips.

He gave a small acknowledging hum, as he snuggled deeper into the embrace, it felt warm, comfortable.

And oddly right.

Well this...

He could get used to this.

EXTRA

Shen Yuan felt his body shudder with every step he took, knees still oddly weak, his backside sore in a way he hadn't expected it to ever be.

It had taken hours to get Binghe to go and attend to his responsibilities – most of them peace treaties and other things that simply had piled up over the week of wedding preparations.

His husband had agreed only reluctantly, but that was good enough.

For now.

Well, Shen Yuan had maybe promised to stay in bed, but he had done so for the past days already! He needed to move! As in not in a sexual way!

That being said.... Binghe was a fucking monster.

And that fucking implied in any way possible, his poor ass was not going to survive much longer! Gah!

But just as Shen Yuan was expecting to die of internal embarrassment over what he had been doing the past days – oh god, days – he saw Shang Qinghua coming his way.

"Bro!", Airplane was fidgeting with a blue ring on his finger – hah... had he missed something in his days of absence? Binghe never really talked about things in bed – his voice was hushed, eye snapping up to meet Shen Yuans, "Bro, we gotta talk."

Huh?

"Sure, what is it?", Shen Yuan simply decided to stop in his tracks – less moving for him, which was a win in any aspect, really – waiting for his shitty author friend to huddle closer.

"So...did you and Binghe, you know-", Airplane made an obscene gesture with his hands, causing Shen Yuan's brow to twitch dangerously.

....what the fuck?!

"....yes. What else did you expect? That we eat snacks in bed and watch some movie?", Shen Yuan all but hissed back, ok, maybe he should just go back and lie down, this was getting on his nerves! He had only been out for what? Ten minutes?!

"Uh...I mean you're right about that, haha.", there was a hint of panic in Airplanes awkward laughter, his eyes not daring to meet Shen Yuans anymore, "So...did you guys, you know, use protection?"

What.

What kind of question was that?!

"Airplane, I will not give you details for any more porn books!", despite his outrage, Shen Yuan couldn't stop the blush creeping onto his cheeks. Of course, they hadn't! Was something like this even invented in this setting in the first place?! Hah?? Was it?!

"Oh, so you haven't....that might be a uh-", another laugh, "...problem?"

"Why, is it another aphrodisiac poison or something?", he wouldn't be surprised. No, he wouldn't.

"I mean you could be....you know bro.", considering Airplane neither confirmed or denied his theory, he probably wasn't completely off here. His brow twitched once more, he didn't even want to answer whatever Airplane wanted to know! What about his privacy!

"Bro, you know.", apparently Airplane took his silence as not understanding what he was implying, causing him to make another vague gesture, hands gesticulating over his stomach, "Pregnant, bro, pregnant!"

"Bro, Jiu-ge and Qi-ge needed years to get a child.", Shen Yuan couldn't help but deadpan, sure, he appreciated his bro worrying about him, but this really wasn't needed. At all, thank you very much.

"No, bro you don't understand, heavenly demon- uh...you know, it's really fertile.", Shang Qinghua had lowered his voice, eyes shifting through the hall nervously.

"As far as I know Binghe had hardly any kids in the original, you're not making sense here.", and he was pretty sure he did remember it correctly, most of the pregnancies had been started by some weird artifacts or plants, there hadn't been much information as to why, but Shen Yuan had simply assumed it had been because of the protagonists mixed blood. That would make biological sense, no?

"Yeah, that, no actually I wanted to include a plot point to show the true tragedy of the story, bro.", whatever Airplane was about to say, Shen Yuan had a feeling he was not going to like it, "Like, the whole process of getting two men to have a child was going to be difficult to begin with, but for heavenly demons, they can get about anything pregnant if there are mutual trust and love, you know?"

Shen Yuan furrowed his brows...wait.

Didn't that mean that the original had...truly been unloved? From start to finish? He felt his chest tighten at the thought, wasn't that just too cruel?!

"And in the same way there won't be much of a chance if the partners aren't in synch, you know, I planned them to be romantic like that but everyone just thought I didn't want children to get into the way of their papapa sessions.", which had been a common idea about the protagonists struggle with children, "But bro listen if both parties are willing it's... very possible."

"So there's even golden halo OP sperm.", Shen Yuan wanted to scream, all things considered, wasn't the protagonist not a little too OP?! But also too damn lonely! What kind of tragic hero was he here?! Too cruel!

But-

"Wait, doesn't that rebuke whatever claims Lao Gongzhu had made about Su Xiyan and Tianlang-jun in the first place...?", Shen Yuan furrowed his brows, wasn't this just another plothole that simply never was uncovered because no one knew the whole story?!

"Oh, bro, now that you mention it, you're right.", and apparently not even the fucking author had realized that?! Stupid piece of trash!

Shen Yuan really wanted to give his stupid friend of an author a good slap with his fan, but instead, he felt the world starting to spin around him, a sudden feeling of absolute discomfort rushing through his body.

Oh god-

The next second he vomited onto the grand carpet layering the floor, Airplanebro loudly yelping in surprise.

Oh god, that piece of shit author better get Binghe, he was feeling like shit!

....and maybe he could bring some sour chocolate dipped apples along? He was really craving those.

....fuck.