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Shen Yuan is living a perfectly normal life. Well, as perfectly normal as one can manage with restrictions on everything ranging from food to physical activity. But he's fine, honestly! His medication is better than ever, he's even able to stomach some new spices his taste buds had never tasted before. At this point, the most frustrating thing in his life was the stupid book called Proud Immortal Demon Way. Really, that says a lot about how good his life was.
Now if only that stupid author would write something other than a hundred more ridiculous sex scenes no one bothers reading (he knows he doesn't)
As he's unboxing his latest Lou Binghe merch, there's a knock on his door. It's probably the delivery man bringing his supply of fruits and instant foods. He keeps the little figurine down and makes way to the door, opening it only to come face to face with a broad chest that's way too close to him.
"Dude, can you back off a lit-" he is interrupted by the other person before he could complete.
"Shizun, I finally found you."
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And that's how Shen Yuan found himself in another world. Lying on a large luxurious fluffy bed staring at the wall. How did he come here again? Right, the 'delivery' man who was also a cosplayer (maybe not, considering his situation now) decided Shen Yuan was 'Shizun' and knocked him out, bringing him to his own little palace.
Luo Binghe.
His favourite character kidnapped him.
He had read enough fanfics to know how these things usually went. He'd probably be happy to explore this new world and meet his protagonist for a little while if it wasn't for the fact that he apparently looked similar to Shen Qingqui? THE SCUMMIEST VILLIAN EVER!!!
How dare the universe.
Goodbye limbs, I will remember and cherish your memories.
He could only close his eyes and scream into the pillow in despair before the days exhaustion caught up to him and he fell asleep. (Zero survival instincts, he knows. But staying awake is hard when your body is ready to give up on you every few hours)
- a few days later-
Shen Yuan had gotten used to life in Luo Binghe's palace, kinda. It was definitely not what he expected, at all. What he had in mind included being locked in a dungeon, lots of blood and torture, maybe some missing limbs and the such. But no, what he got instead was an overgrown puppy with a maiden heart and whole lot of abandonment issues. A lot of the latter. He also got amazing seven-star meals every day, suited to his health, and possibly everything he asked for (except to be allowed to go back home or outside unescorted)
Now don't get him wrong, he appreciated being pampered as much as the next person, but this was a little overbearing. He had yet to find what made Luo Binghe tick, he tried ignoring him, yelling at him, ever hitting his head with the fan he'd been provided with. Who knew the protag was a masochist!
One day he was sitting with the said man in the library, reading another book a book on famous discoveries, where a man supposedly changed his entire existence and biology to fit into a forest of magical beasts. "I guess this is taking 'When in Rome, do as Romans do' to the extreme," he mumbled and closed the book. Binghe, who was (as usual) sitting and 'observing' him, had a small frown on his face. He raised an eyebrow in question.
"This lord... Doesn't appreciate Shizun using morden slangs, I do not know the meaning of a Rome," he said and Shen Yuan snorted. Who knew.
It only improved from then on.
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"Binghe, don't glare at the child, that's not very swag of you" Shen Yuan said and watched as the mans expression changed from jealously to confusion and annoyance.
"This lord does not understand."
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Spending so much time in the palace, he'd come to be friends with various of Binghe's (supposedly former) wives. One of them was surprisingly, Sha Hualing. She was currently sitting with him as he applied the ancient Chinese version of red nail polish on her claws carefully, listening to her rant about some conquest.
"So true bestie," he said sympathizingly and could swear felt the demon lords gaze narrowing. No one asked him to sit in their chat sessions so it wasn't really his fault.
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"This lord has noticed that Shizun has become close to a lot of people in the palace, perhaps he wishes no more to return to his world." Luo Binghe said one evening as he set a tray of freshly cut fruits on Shen Yuan's meal table.
Shen Yuan sighed and bought a strawberry to his lips, "Binghe, I know you think you're the ultimate GOAT, but one can't get everything." He could barely keep in his laughter when the others face transformed into a hilarious expression.
"This Lord is not. a. goat." The other gritted out and Shen Yuan nodded sagely, "Very good, one must accept their shortcomings."
He only allowed himself to laugh like a madman when the demon lord left his room after slamming the door shut.
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"Spill the tea Binghe- no wait! What are you doing!"
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"It's the kidnapping your crush and forcing him to live in a palace for me."
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"Binghe, at this point you don't even qualify to make it to my insta close friends list."
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"Bold of you to assume I'd agree to marry a person who's never played minecraft in his life."
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"If you find me a plant that'll give me the knowledge of what Sukuna did inside Itadoris body all day everyday, I'll agree to go on a date."
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"Why couldn't I be kidnapped to the Harry Potter universe? Why here?"
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"Binghe, you don't need my affection, you need therapy."
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"Baby I'm not ever real, I'm a hallucination."
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"Don't stress, just macarena through that anxiety."
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"......"
"This sentence is grammatically correct but wordy and hard to understand."
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"The fact that you can say 'Just commited arson lol' unironically is very fucking disturbing."
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Luo Binghe regretted some of his life choices, one of them being letting his Shizun know that he didn't like his foreign language.
Now there's no escaping it
He can only cry into his pillow and pray that whatever deity was looking at him would take mercy and delete his entire existence like what'd happen if he entered the Bermuda triangle.