#and it destroys him when binghe realize bingge truly has nothing to do with sy disappearance

[dick-the3rd]

(I forgot about the damn tag limit and now I'm too lazy to write all of that here. fuck. another day I'll edit this into something more coherent)

[there's a door in front of him. He stands there, trying to sense shizun. He wonders if he should maybe knock. Or is the door open? Could he just enter? Just before his knuckles hit the wood the door opens and a smaller man runs into him.

It's his husband. It's the most beautiful man he ever saw.

Later, they'll discover it took a giganimous amount of power for SY emotions to be broadcast across universes. And the only reason lbh was able to find him it's because sy giving up on lbh was the most painful and heartwretching thing he ever did.

Trusting and hoping came easily to him, but giving up? it felt like it would kill him. ]

You know when in svsss fics, Shen Yuan wakes up from a coma after returning back to the modern world? What if he was in a coma long enough for his hair to grow pretty long, like past his ears. What if he lets it grow longer. What if he grows out his hair so that he can have something to remind himself it was real. What if time passes, and his hair is to his shoulders, his family suggests he cut it, but he refuses. He's growing it out so it won't be strange for Binghe when he comes to get him. Because he will. He always does. Time goes on, his hair is down to the end of his rib cage. Binghe is still not there. His hair has grown past his hips now, so long he needs to move it when he sits down. He's starting to lose hope, frowning at the few grey hairs he starts growing as he approached his 30s. His family is worried for him, thinking he's falling into depression. They ask him to see a therapist, but the therapist can't do anything to "fix" him either. So he waits. And waits. He waits for a sign it wasn't all a dream, that his imagination didn't just come up with someone as wonderful as his husband. He reads articles on how people dreamt of having whole other lives while in a coma, only to wake up and grieve the people that never were. He braided his hair, surely, that wasn't it. He doesn't think he believes himself anymore. He decides, one day, he's going to cut his hair. He schedules an appointment, gets ready to head out. He opens his door and—

—and he runs into someone's chest.

[dick-the3rd]

Ohh, this. This is the shit

Imagine this, but from Binghe's pov.

One day Binghe wakes up and his husband is not in their bed. And at first he thinks this is a little strange, not because SY is not there, but because when he gets up Binghe always notices.

Binghe gets a little put out, but it's okay, there's a first time for everything. But then.

Then Binghe tries to find SY using the blood mites and there's nothing on the other side It's not even an empty space. It's as if SY never even had a space to begin with.

LBH goes crazy. It's their house. SY's fans and brushes and clothes are all there. There's hair on his pillow and a half written entry in the bestiary on top of the table.

But. He's. Not. There.

His mind goes to Bingge. The other him, the one who was a little too interested on his shizun. He crosses the universe. Leaves no stone unturned . He tortures Bingge.

Honestly, he didn't know he had it in him. Violence and revenge and despair sings on his blood every time Bingge denies knowing anything about SY's disappearance.

He don't expect his blood mites to work on himself, but they do.

Binghe is left destroyed when he realizes Bingge truly has nothing to do with the disappearance.

He comes back emptier than he left, and all the peaks are chaos.

Liu Qingge dares to accuse him of having something to do with SY's disappearance. LBH never came so close of murdering him.

After the fight, when he's left staring at the ceiling in the bed he shared with SY, LBH think's this is good. The chaos and LQG accusations are proof Shizun existed, that he was real, and not some dream LBH mind's conjured after he came out of the abyss.

It also means he's not the only one looking. LBH will take anything if it means he'll have a slighter better chance of finding SY.

Days turn into weeks. LQG doesn't leave his side. Maybe because he doesn't belive LBH to be totallly innocent. Or maybe because together they are less lonely.

SY's death didn't bring them together, but maybe his disappearance will.

All the others seems to believe SY's disappearance to be just this. A simple disappearance. Until Shang Qinghua appears.

LBH barely understands what he is saying. Another worl. Novel. Author. Cucumber. PIDW. Death. Coma. Went back.

Nothing of this really matter anyway, he understands enough: his husband is in another world. All he needs to to is to go and find him.

He learns the hard way that it's not that simple. Infinite universes, infinite shizuns. Infinite endings. Like finding a needle in a haystack.

Again, it doesn't matter. LBH will find a way.

Sometimes he smashes through dimensions blindingly, looking into every possibility. Other times he sits and meditates, trying to sense the bloodmites.

LQG it's always by his side. Sometimes it's conforting. Sometimes it's infuriating.

LBH respects him a lot more, since this nightmare begun.

And then. One day he senses something. A bright flame of sadness and despair and fear. It shines brighter than anything he ever felt.

What follows is a deep sea of resignation and regret.

Just like that LBH knows exactly where to go. He doesn't even blink at this new world, this one very different than all the others he went before.

He just stands, back turned to the rift. LQG is just on the other side. Familiar.

There's a door in front of him. White, simple. He glares at the wood, trying to sense SY. The door doesn't combust, and he can sense LQG getting impatient behind him.

LBH wonders if he should maybe knock. Is the door open? Could he just enter?

He raises his hand. Just before he touches the door, it opens and a smaller man runs into him.

It's the most beautiful man he ever saw. It's his husband.

He's crying and clutching before he even knows what he's doing.

He's home. They're home.

(Later, they'll discover it took a giganimous amount of power for SY emotions to cross universes. Hoping and trusting LBH came as easy as breathing, but giving up on him?

It was the most painful and heartwretching thing SY ever did. He would take facing Bingge any other day.

Giving up on Luo Binghe felt like dying. He'll never leave again)

You know when in svsss fics, Shen Yuan wakes up from a coma after returning back to the modern world? What if he was in a coma long enough for his hair to grow pretty long, like past his ears. What if he lets it grow longer. What if he grows out his hair so that he can have something to remind himself it was real. What if time passes, and his hair is to his shoulders, his family suggests he cut it, but he refuses. He's growing it out so it won't be strange for Binghe when he comes to get him. Because he will. He always does. Time goes on, his hair is down to the end of his rib cage. Binghe is still not there. His hair has grown past his hips now, so long he needs to move it when he sits down. He's starting to lose hope, frowning at the few grey hairs he starts growing as he approached his 30s. His family is worried for him, thinking he's falling into depression. They ask him to see a therapist, but the therapist can't do anything to "fix" him either. So he waits. And waits. He waits for a sign it wasn't all a dream, that his imagination didn't just come up with someone as wonderful as his husband. He reads articles on how people dreamt of having whole other lives while in a coma, only to wake up and grieve the people that never were. He braided his hair, surely, that wasn't it. He doesn't think he believes himself anymore. He decides, one day, he's going to cut his hair. He schedules an appointment, gets ready to head out. He opens his door and—

—and he runs into someone's chest.