Liushen Plus A Little BingLiuShen

Liushen plus a little BingLiuShen

Notecards Solve Everything (Bingqiu)

When the door swung open to reveal Luo Binghe, Shen Qingqiu froze. Not out of fear, mind you, but in confusion, because Luo Binghe stood there with a rumpled pile of papers. Several of them fall to the ground as he fumbled for one that was tucked in the middle.

"Um... Shizun...uh...I wanted to-" He continued to cut himself off as he sputtered nervously. A squeak escaped him as all the papers fluttered away from him.

Shen Qingqiu blinked as he stared at the mess of a protagonist. His heart warmed as the white-lotus slipped through the black-lotus shell. As he watched Binghe desperately try to compose himself, an extremely unflattering snort escaped him.

Luo Binghe paused, his eye wide as he watched his Shizun bend over in laughter. "Shizun...?"

Shen Qingqiu wheezed as he wiped away a stray tear. "Did you seriously write notes?" Binghe slowly shuffled the papers back into a pile, still not breaking his gaze. The tips of his ear burned a bit. "Here, let this master read them instead." As he makes a grabbing motion with his hand, Binghe bounds over and shoves the papers into his hand.

Part of Shen Qingqiu still thought that he should make a run for it, but curiosity kept him glued to his spot. He tried not to stare as the protagonist kneeled on the ground before him.

His heart broke as he read the notes.

In essence, all of the notes were endless rehashings of the question "Why?" and desperate pleas for forgiveness. The more that Shen Qingqiu turned the pages, the more Luo Binghe shrunk in on himself. Well, that was one way to guilt someone. Though none of it had to do with vengeance. Just a fear driven by insecurity. Shen Qingqiu thought that maybe his disciple wasn't gone just yet.

"Binghe," Shen Qingqiu started. Binghe jolted to attention, then his eyes watered as Shen Qingqiu's hand began to pet his head. Binghe whimpered and he nuzzled deeper in his hand. "Binghe, this master is sorry. He is foolish for hurting this disciple."

"Shizun," Binghe whined.

"Hush Binghe. Come here." Shen Qingqiu opened his arms and soon found them full of a teary eyed protagonist. He closed his arms around him, running a hand through the black curls. "It's okay. It's okay. I'm here."

A whole lotta gay. Enjoy

Doodles of different Sans

along with a AU of Frisk that lives in my sketchbook