Actions

Work Header

Rating:
Archive Warning:
Category:
Fandom:
Relationship:
Character:
Additional Tags:
Language:
English
Series:
Part 1 of Shen Qingqiu's Chemical Romance
Stats:
Published:
2025-02-12
Words:
1,054
Chapters:
1/1
Comments:
14
Kudos:
349
Bookmarks:
51
Hits:
2,811

the morning dew and the musky scent of rain

Summary:

“He was meant to be MINE!” Liu Qingge's indignation made the healer laugh.

”Yet he is not, is he? You have squandered your opportunity with your brutish ways. It is time you yield to the fruits of your inaction and prejudices.” Mu Qingfang says firmly before turning his back from Liu Qingge who fumed on his own. Mu Qingfang will never give his place away to anyone in this life. And if he were to die, he knows that his precious A-Jiu will follow soon enough.

“Did something happen?” Shen Qingqiu peeks from the curtains of his nest, looking positively ravished. The scholar slurred his words, seemingly tired but equally curious of their sudden visitor. The immortal’s robes were in a state, revealing the blushing skin from a night of copulating. Mu Qingfang felt his stomach twist, and his throat dry. He will never allow anyone to lay eyes on this divine sight.

“Nothing important.” He replied, crawling back to his shixiong’s hold. Shen Qingqiu’s pleased scent bloomed once more, intoxicating the doctor who gladly sunk his nose to the nook of the scholar’s neck. Mu Qingfang inhaled sharply.

No one will take his place. Not Liu Qingge. Not Yue Qingyuan. Not even that idiotic protagonist, Luo Binghe.

Notes:

Or a Mu Qingfang who transmigrated from the modern universe.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

Mu Qingfang’s head throbbed in pain as scrolls and ink stones flew around him, while a violent bout of arguments ensued. The healer frowned in annoyance, visibly irritated by the noise. 

 

As if waking up inside the trash novel of that third rate author Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky [向天打飞机] isn't enough, the world just had to dump him in this hell of a meeting first thing in the morning. That's right. Mu Qingfang is not of this world. He’s a successful neurologist from the 21st century! Not to mention, one of the most sought after bachelors of his time too! As to why he's reading a garbage novel on a fine Saturday night instead of living his life, well, he had his reasons. 

 

He’s been reading Proud Immortal Demon Way since he was high school and he became unhealthily attached to it despite the trashy writing. So, when the extras dropped during his rest day, who is he to not read it and rant about it immediately? He remembered sitting in his computer and arguing with people on the internet about Shen Jiu and possibly dying from anger because of it. He admits that it's a bit shameful to die in that manner but he's a brain doctor, not a heart doctor. How on earth would he know that he'd get a heart attack from arguing with insignificant unemployed bastards? 

 

Besides, despite the curses that colored the morning of his disciples when he first awoke inside this body, it isn't all that bad considering that he's now sitting beside his most adored character of all time. 

 

“However this master wished to spend his rut is not any of your concern! Liu-shidi should have more sense than cause a commotion inside a perfectly respectable legal establishment!” 

 

Shen Qingqiu’s incensed voice continues to rise. His unforgiving grip of the paper fan seemed like an anchor to stop himself from going into qi deviation. He guessed Mu Qingfang (they even have the same name) isn't called the divine doctor for nothing. He could see the flow of everyone's qi through the naked eye without much trick. 

 

Mu Qingfang relaxed on his seat, still massaging his temples. His attention shifted from the scholar to those inside the room. 

 

The snickers and judging stares from most attendees did not escape his observation. Everyone in this room hates Shen Qingqiu. Maybe except for Yue Qingyuan. Liu Qingge himself looks as if he's on the verge of snapping as he countered Shen Qingqiu’s argument with the scholar’s dire reputation.

 

A lecher. A loyal patron of the whorehouse. A depraved man who revels in the company of dirty omegas. 

 

Honestly, half of those accusations are true. Shen Qingqiu is one of the main income of those ladies since he pays generously for their time. He does revel in the company of those sisters but not in the way these lot thinks. Of course, this information is only known by Shen Qingqiu and the prostitutes themselves. If he was still the old Mu Qingfang, he wouldn't be privy to this knowledge too. But he's not Mu Qingfang and he read the extras about this poor, sad man. 

 

Shen Qingqiu does not undergo ruts. Someone who smells like the fragrance of a morning dew after rain cannot be an alpha. As to why these idiots were not able to put two into two, he will never understand. They should have seen the distressed signs of their neglected omega. 

 

The flaring temper. The souring scent. Hell, even his failing cultivation when he's supposed to be an alpha who possess immense vitality should have been an indication. 

 

Mu Qingfang sighs tiredly as Liu Qingge lunges from the other side of the table. The brutish warlord tried to grab Shen Qingqiu’s collar but his hands became suspended in the air as Mu Qingfang tapped one of his acupoints, rendering the frenzied man immobile. Silence fell over the room as the healer stood between a startled Shen Qingqiu and a visibly indigant Liu Qingge. 

 

“That’s enough theatrics for today, don't you think?” He started, turning his back from Liu Qingge and smoothly caging Shen Qingqiu’s small wrist in his hand. Mu Qingfang stared at the very small, very white, and very fragile wrist that seem it would snap at the slightest pressure in his hands. 

 

“Shen-shixiong, please calm down. You can't keep overworking yourself for the sake of meaningless banters. You're on the edge of another qi deviation.” He says softly while channelling his qi. Mu Qingfang’s body have thankfully not forgotten its skills despite the switch of souls. 

 

He can feel Shen Qingqiu’s incredulous gaze and the choking sounds that some of his martial siblings made. If he was not mistaken, Mu Qingfang was known to be the warm but distant character in the novel. Whenever the doctor diagnoses a patient, he was described as a pro who's just there to do his job and nothing else. No sliver of affection, no gentleness, no nothing. He's especially notorious for making Shen Qingqiu uncomfortable with his veiled annoyances whenever he treats the immortal. He became a fan favorite of Shen Qingqiu’s haters because of that. 

 

 

“This master is fine. Shidi’s worries are unfounded!” Shen Qingqiu says as the scholar tries to forcefully take his wrist from his hold. Mu Qingfang did not budge, which infuriated the immortal even more. 

 

Mu Qingfang can clearly see the erratic movement of Shen Qingqiu's qi, especially in his meridians around the heart. He's agitated and it wouldn't be long before he loses himself into another violent bout of qi deviation. 

 

“Qingfang disagrees.” 

 

In a split second, Liu Qingge fell from his position and it is Shen Qingqiu who's unable to move. Mu Qingfang carried the angry scholar in his arms who looked as if he would bury him with his eyes alone. 

 

The healer smiled.

 

“This shidi shall confine Shen-shixiong in Qian Cao until he’s able.” 

 

No one uttered a word of protest at his declaration as he walked out of the hall without hesitation. 

 

The meeting had been adjourned anyway. It is a waste to spend his morning wasting away in the company of bitter cultivators. He'd rather spend his time playing nursemaid with his favorite person even though Shen Qingqiu probably hates him right now. 

 

 

Notes:

It's will be in a series format. I decided to do short fics for the mean time since I'm trying to get the feel of writing the original goods cause it has been a long time.

Series this work belongs to: