#It's gonna be angsty

[twitterpated-passion]

Two Hundred | Monster Boyfriend

Ok, so in your defense you never meant to get sent to Hell while you were still alive. Sure, you couldn't control where you went when you died, but you weren't dead. It must've been a fault in the system, whatever that was, but until the higher ups could get you sent right back up to where you should be, you were stuck there.

At least you were lucky it wasn't like the scriptures.

Instead of a wasteland that was constantly on fire and had lava sprouting from holes every couple of feet, there was a city, one large enough to fit each and every one that came down to Hell. One that lead right up to Lucifer's castle.

You were fortunate enough that the magic housing system didn't care that you weren't a demon or a sinner soul, just that you were in Hell. So while you were down there, you had a place to call your own, even if it did get really warm sometimes.

And that, unfortunately, brought you to the neighbor that lived across your apartment, Asima.

That wasn't to say he was a bad neighbor, if anything he was the opposite; he was quiet when he had to be, and kept the noise down whenever he was in his apartment. It was his attitude and the way he carried himself that pissed you off. There wasn't much against your assumption that he thought he was Lucifer himself.

There was a time where you thought he was attractive, but you would rather be caught belonging in Hell before you admitted it.

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A sigh left your lips as you hefted your grocery bag on your hip, the spare change in your pocket jingling as you pulled your keys out and unlocked the door. When your front door swung open, you heard the one behind you open, heavy boots stepping out. You held back a second sigh.

"Oh, hey, you're finally out of your apartment," Asima said, voice on the verge of teasing. "Who do I owe the honor?"

You waited a moment before you shook your head and walked inside your apartment, kicking the door shut and hearing it click roughly. The three's laughter was muffled by the door, but it was enough to slap a scowl on your face. You could just imagine the smirk on his face and even just thinking about it made you want him to knock his horns on something. Anything.

But instead of letting your annoyance fester and boil over, you walked to your small kitchen, lifting the bag just enough to set it on the counter and start pulling everything out of it. You were lucky you were allowed to go into work late today, it gave you time to recoup. Though that only meant taking a hot shower before getting into your uniform.

Still, it was better than nothing, and whenever all of your groceries were put away, you did exactly that.

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You took a deep breath when you were handed your first tray, two plates residing on it. One had a demon lunch that you still have yet to be able to pronounce in Latin, and the other holding some simple flapjacks, ready to be drowned in syrup. Nodding to the cook, you turned around and went around the counter, heading to the table that ordered the food.

You kept your eyes on the food until you got it to where it needed to be and both plates were set down in front of a mother and her daughter, the tiny girl babbling out a thank you. A smile graced your lips at it and with a small 'enjoy your food', you tucked the tray under your arm.

After you set it down on the small surface in the window between the main room of the diner and the kitchen, you heard someone clear their throat and rasp their knuckles along the counter. You held back a groan, already feeling annoyance bubble inside of you as you grabbed a coffee pot and turned around, almost tripping on your feet when you saw who it was.

"Careful," Asima drawled. Your grip on the pot tightened. "Don't want to fall."

You forced a smile, but you didn't try to make it real enough to push it past him. "You really like bothering me, don't you?"

"They speak," he jested, grinning. "And no, you just happen to be everywhere that I am, so why not have a little fun, huh?"

He nudged the coffee mug closer to your side and you poured it to four fifths of the way full. "What do you want?"

"I want a lot of things."

"To eat," you clarified, only making his grin widen, and you stopped him before he could do it. "Take a look at the menu and get back to me, alright?"

Asima shrugged. "Alright."

Your eyes narrowed as he snatched up the menu beside him and read the back of it, something unfamiliar replacing the annoyance. He usually never gave up that easily, it usually took you walking away from him before he ever thought about stopping. "Are you going to be staring at me until I order, or...?"

"Why'd you give up that fast?" You asked, your mouth working faster than your mind. "You never give up that fast."

"And postpone ordering actual food? No thanks." You watched him flip open the menu when he was done with the back. "Besides, I didn't come here to pick a fight, thank you very much. I didn't even know you worked here."

"Given that I don't talk to you, I would hope not."

"You're talking to me now," he said, glancing up at you. "What do you have against me anyway? It's like you hated me since day one."

"What do I have against you?" You bit back, making sure to keep your voice quiet enough so you didn't get reprimanded for talking ill to a customer. "You constantly walk out like you're some big shit before making some stupid comment about me. What do you have against me?"

"Fortunately for you, nothing. I'm greeting you like I greet everyone," he said, hand gripping the menu before he placed it down and shook his head. "And I've realized that I'm not hungry, so you can run off."

You rolled your eyes, walking out from behind the counter again to make the rounds, doing the common waiter thing and catching people while they're mid bite.

But him being there wasn't the strangest thing. It was the note that he left with the tip, which you were surprised you even got considering the spat you had with him. The note was scribbled, messy handwriting almost tearing into the napkin as it read: 'You looked nice today.'

You reread it multiple times, trying to wrap your head around the words as your mind tried to think why he would even leave something like this. It was out of character and severely disconcerting, especially given how your conversation ended.

Your eyes ran through it one more time and you saw the arrow pointing towards the side, so you flipped it over, seeing more writing. 'Shame you just wanted to argue.'

There it was. You grumbled to yourself before folding it and shoving it in your apron pocket, doing the same to the tip money as you went to help another patron, wanting to get the work day over with already.

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The next couple of days were quiet, no multiple run ins with Asima and you thought your apartment life was back to normal. Though that only lasted until you heard a heavy knock on your door.

A sigh ripped through you and you stood from your couch, pausing the movie you were watching before you walked over to the door, unlocking it and pulling it open just enough to poke your head through. When you were met with leather, musk and the smell of cigarettes, you glanced up, narrowing your eyes at Asima. "What?"

"Do you have a light I could borrow, I lost mine."

"I only have matches," you answered, hoping that the conversation would end after that.

"I only need one," he said, the expression on his face just as begrudging as yours must've looked when you nodded and opened your door wider.

"Wait in here, they're in my bedroom." You stepped back to let him inside and quickly moved to your room. You grabbed at the box of matches on your beside table, the small box residing right beside your candle and you walked back to the main room.

You opened the box and pulled out a match, placing the small stick into his large hand. "You watch fantasy?"

You gave him a look of confusion before it clicked and you nodded. "Yea, I guess. I like some movies in the genre."

"You prefer something else?"

"Why do you care all of a sudden?" You asked, ignoring his question. "You've never cared before."

"Is it so bad for me to be interested in getting to know the person I've been living across of for months?" You shook your head.

"No, but you had months to do that." He rolled his eyes.

"Forgive me for not abiding by your 'getting to know someone' timeline, Sweetheart." Asima shook his head and held up the hand that held his match. "Thanks for the match."

You didn't say anything as he walked out, finally opening your mouth when he got ready to shut the door behind him. "Thanks for the tip. At the diner."

He paused, meeting your eyes again and shrugged with a single shoulder. "Was just bein' nice."

You nodded, watching him shut the door as you heard his muffled steps get fainter and fainter until they disappeared. You gripped the box in your hand, biting at your lip and going back to the couch to finish the movie, semi-wondering what his deal was all of a sudden.

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The match visits kept coming, even getting to the point where you would get a box or two slipped through your mail slot just for him to come knocking on your door a minute or two after. And as time went on, the two of you got friendlier, keeping the sarcastic quips to a minimum, most of the time at least.

It almost felt nice to you. Almost. You still didn't get what caused the switch in him, but you weren't about to change it. Not when he kept the teasing non-existent, aside from the occasional 'sweetheart' that ashamedly made butterflies start to flutter in your stomach.

"Hey, Sweetheart," Asima said, waving his hand in front of your face, pulling it back when you blinked twice and snapped your gaze up at him. "You zoned out."

"Oh? Oh-sorry. That happens," you said. "What'd you say?"

"I wanted to ask if you wanted to join me for the smoke?" You paused, shooting him a sorry look as you shrugged.

"I don't smoke."

"It's alright. You don't have to smoke. You could just sit there," he suggested. "Or you don't have to do it at all. I'm not one to force anything."

"Aside from your presence in my life?" You stifled a laugh when he nodded.

"Aside from that." He twirled the match between his fingers, a grin appearing on his lips. "Not that I hear you complaining all that much."

You swatted his hand when he reached to nudge you with it. "You're getting annoying."

"I'm always annoying," he said with a shrug. "Do you want to join me or not, Sweetheart?'

There was a beat, a short moment for you to think and when it ended, you nodded. "Sure, why not?"

Asima reeled back, almost looking surprised at you agreeing. "What?"

He shook his head, moving the match to rest in his loose fist. "Nothing, just surprised."

"Why? Didn't think I'd agree?"

"I think you've said that you don't like me more than once during these ordeals."

"And yet you keep coming back," you said, moving past him to your front door. "You better calm it with the visits though, Asima, one of your friends might think you want to ask me out or something."

When you didn't get a response, you turned back to face him, back leaning against the door. He was looking down, a mix of guilt and bashfulness on his face. And then it hit you. "No fucking way, you do!"

"Yell it for the entirety of Hell to hear, why don't you?" He snipped, moving over to you, looming over you and essentially pinning you to the door, even if he wasn't touching you or the door. "I was going to ask if you wanted to get a coffee sometime this week when we were outside, but considering that you're already pathing the way to humiliate me, just tell me no."

You gave him a weird look. "Who said I wanted to humiliate you? Look, you can be an arrogant, annoying douche, but I can tell you're not just that. If our little match trades have anything to say about it, you're a pretty cool dude. When you don't think you're hot shit at least."

Asima's eyebrow cocked. "You think I'm hot?"

"Not what I said. Is that all you picked up?" You asked, exasperated already. "Look- I have off tomorrow, why don't you pick me up at noon and take me to that coffee house around the block. 'Kay?"

"Isn't the person trying to ask you out supposed to set the date up?"

"You're doing a poor job of asking me," you pointed out, jamming a finger into his chest. "Now I'm sure you're practically dying without your smoke, so if you can move, I can open the door and we can get out of my apartment."

He looked down at your hand before chuckling and stepping back, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "Y'know, you fit in a lot down here. I've never seen someone try to sass a demon as much as you've been doing."

"What're you gonna do? Kill me? Send me to the place I already live?" You laughed, shaking your head and opening the door, following him out before shutting it behind you. "Wouldn't change anything."

"Ok, calm down, I wouldn't go that far." You caught yourself smiling up at him, making yourself glance away, yet the smile stayed.

"I would, practically got murdered when I was almost mugged my first week here." You ignored the wide eyes that came from your tall, demonic companion and took the liberty in walking in front of him when the two of you went downstairs. "Lucky for me, I only came with the clothes on my back, so I didn't have anything until I got a job."

"What about food?"

"Food banks do exist down here, y'know. It's not all pitchforks and punishment." You felt him nudge you, so you returned the favor, leaning back to knock him on the arm. "Answer me something, Asima."

"What?" he asked, joining your side again as the two of you walked out and sat down on the two front steps, his large form hardly leaving any space between the two of you.

"What made you want to take me out on a date? After the first few months, y'know? I hardly talked to you. Was it my looks? Did I charm my way into your heart with the first match? You gotta tell me."

He visibly paused, swiping the match along the stone after he got a cigarette between his lips, lighting it and getting the flame out. The silence drew on as he took a long drag and blew out a plume of smoke, turning his head to look at you. "I just wanted to."

Out of everything that he could've said, that surprised you the most. You expected something about your snark or the way you looked. It was just what seemed like the most Asima thing to say. But instead, you got that, and it left you with so many more questions.

You didn't push it though, already having the knowledge that if he's questioned too much he'll clam up and it'll just be silent and awkward. "Why'd you accept?"

You opened your mouth, but then you closed it, eyes drifting from him again. Why did you accept? You hardly knew him.

You shrugged. "Just wanted to..."

It didn't take him long to accept the answer and take another drag of his cigarette, blowing the smoke away from you. "Guess we're both doing things just cause, huh?"

You breathed out a small laugh and nodded. "Guess so."

The two of you let silence take over, but instead of it being awkward and uncomfortable like how it was only two weeks ago, it was nice. It wasn't something that made you want to break it with a snippy comment or a jab.

"You know, I still have the napkin you left for me from the diner?" You glanced over at him, brows furrowed as if you were taking the topic like it was controversial.

Asima perked up, coughing on the smoke he inhaled and looking over at you again. "Really? You kept it?"

With a nod, you smiled again, amused that he sounded so shocked over it. "It's the first semi-nice thing you said to me, 'course I kept it. And I thought it was sweet. The front, the back was assholish."

He chuckled, and you added, "Though, what can I expect from the self-proclaimed asshole himself?"

"I don't know, maybe you should stick around him and find out, Sweetheart," he said, smiling over at you.

"Maybe I should," you said, stifling a laugh that made its way to your chest and matching his smile.

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You looked at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair just slightly before smoothing down your outfit and hearing the heavy knock on the door. Your heart jumped at the sound and your mind wondered why you were so nervous for this date.

Though, you didn't have time to ponder it as you rushed out of the bathroom, practically stumbling over your own two feet as you threw open the door, looking up at him with a smile. "You're excited."

"Shuddup," you retorted, grabbing your wallet and keys before nudging him out of the way to lock and shut your door. "I'm just excited for the free coffee."

Liar. "Sure you are, Sweetheart. I'll let you believe I didn't hear you almost trip in your apartment."

There was a pause in your steps and Asima chuckled, his hand placing itself on the top of your back to lead you to the stairs and out the door.

The coffee house was bustling, which wasn't surprising given that it was new and you heard that they had really good coffee. You told Asima what you wanted before going to find a table, settling on one seated against a window and nestling into the large, wooden chair.

It took a moment or two for him to find you, two cups in his hand. You tried to reach for the one on his right but he pulled it away from your grasp with a smug grin. "Where's your manners, Sweetheart? I just bought you coffee."

You narrowed your eyes at him and stood up to try and grab it again, but he just pulled it higher. "Jesus fucking Christ," you started, "thank you for buying the coffee, now just give me the damn cup."

And that's all it takes. He lowered his hand and slipped it into yours, your heart skipping whenever his warm, calloused hand grazed over yours. You sat back down when he took the seat across from you, his eyes drifting around the place. "I was going to say thank you anyway, y'know."

"I know," he said, sneaking a glance over at you. "But you're really fun to tease."

"Not the way to get a second date, y'know," you responded, watching as he coughed right as he took a sip of his coffee, head snapping to face you. "What?"

"Evil," was all he was able to get out between coughs, your hand reaching past the table to pat at his back roughly, a small grin sitting on your lips.

"Sure, I'm just as bad as you, Asima," you jested, watching him as he recouped and threw a glare at you, a dark red flush on his already red skin. "You're cute when you're all flushed."

"Evil," he repeated, with more emphasis than before, but all it did was make your smile grow. "Maybe sticking you in hell early was your own doing."

"Maybe, but we'll never know," you said. "That is, unless they find me a way out of this joint."

"They're actually working on it?"

"They give me bi-weekly updates," you shrugged. "No progress so far. But I am on Luci's good side."

Asima nodded, glare fulling fading into a look of interest. "Luci?"

"Y'know, Lucifer? The big guy? Satan himself?"

"I know who you meant, smartass, why do you call him that?"

"Because he lets me?" You shrugged again. "It's not like I have to bow down at his feet right now, so I'm abusing my power."

"At least you're aware you're coming right back down when you die."

"Oh, it's pretty obvious that I am. I'd be throwing more of a fit if I was supposed to belong in white robe galore. Which, if I'm glad to be anywhere but upstairs, I'm glad it's not that fucking place. Hell is paradise compared to that." You hear Asima laugh, the sound ringing in your ears as you realized you never really heard him do anything but a chuckle when you made him laugh. And when you looked at him, your felt your heartstrings being tugged on as you saw him lean his head back, his eyes closed and little crinkles on the edges of them come into sight.

You flushed at the sight, glancing down at your cup when he started to calm down, his eyes falling on you. "It's not everyday you hear someone call Hell paradise."

"Yea...well, it's not everyday you have a living human get stuck in hell either."

"True, very true, Sweetheart."

It only took an hour for both cups to be drank and you and Asima left the coffee house, standing to the side of the front door.

"I'd say I'd walk you home but I actually have to meet up with a buddy of mine-" You lifted your hand and shook your head, smiling up at him.

"No worries, you go. I had fun today." His eyebrows curled and he smiled down at you.

"Really?" You nodded.

"Yea, I did." Giving him a small wave, you turned around and went down the sidewalk, turning when you heard him call out your name. You watched as he waved, a laugh bubbling in your chest before he said something else.

"Saturday at seven work with you?" He got a few looks from some passerbys, but you only nodded and cupped your hands around your mouth.

"Works fine for me! Why?"

"Don't worry about it, Sweetheart!" And with that, he turned around, walking the other way from you and leaving you alone to ponder what you were getting yourself into.

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One date turned to two, and two turned to three, and three turned to six.

You had to admit it. You were head over heels in love with Asima. As annoying and arrogant as he can be, he was a really sweet guy, and you loved being around him. You even thought it was around the time to finally ask him to be your boyfriend. You were already kissing and hanging around in each other's apartments...that was the next step surely.

You were drawn out of your thoughts by a large hand touching your shoulder, pulling your body into a larger one easily. Your eyes glanced over at Asima and you noticed he was already looking at you. "You zoned out again, sweet thing."

"Yea...sorry," you chuckled, melting into him as he pressed his lips against your nose and the two of you looked back at the tv, watching one of your favorites. But you kept going back to your thoughts, and with a small touch to his thigh, you had his attention again. "Why don't we have a picnic tomorrow? In the park."

"Why?"

"Just want to," you said, offering him a small smile. "You know you want to."

"I do, which is why I'll grace you with my presence, and say yes. As long as you bring-"

"Yes, I'll bring some of that whiskey you like. It's like you can't be around me without it," you teased, earning yourself a chaste kiss from the demon beside you.

"Just sweetens the deal, Sweetheart." You pursed your lips, stifling the sigh you were about to release before you pressed your lips against his, only to push him back gently when he tried to make the movie background noise.

"Watch the movie."

"You're such a distraction though." You gave him a look and he sighed melodramatically, turning his head back to the screen.

⛧==========⛧

This was it.

You triple checked the basket, making sure that you had everything inside that you needed. A little wine for you, the whiskey for him and a bunch of little snacks that you wanted to include so the two of you weren't just filling up on alcohol. When you confirmed for the fourth time that you did, in fact, have everything, you left your apartment, going down the stairs and leaving your building.

You looked down at your phone when it buzzed, spotting a text from Asima telling you that he was at the park. You got into your phone and sent him a quick text back telling him that you were going to be there soon. Only for him to respond with a heart emoji-con, sending a smile to your face.

Walking down the streets, you made decent time to the park, getting back into your phone and readying your message that you were there and where to meet you when you saw him. Your heartbeat started to quicken, and your smile widened. There was no going back now.

You only made it to a nearby tree when you saw two of his friends approach him, your brows furrowing as you tilted your head. Though, maybe they just happened to be in the park and saw him so they decided to walk up to him. Yea, that must've been it, he never wanted his friends near you for some odd reason, so it's not like he'd invite them.

Deciding that you'd give him a little time to talk to his friends, you walked to the tree, considering it lucky that it was were you wanted to picnic at anyway.

That was until you overheard one of his friends. "How many dates has it been man?"

"Seven today," Asima said. "Look, they're gonna be here any minute, get the hell outta here."

"Someone's overprotective," the other friend teased, and you saw him push Asima slightly. "Don't worry, we'll be out of your hair soon, we just have to give you...this-"

The second friend pulled out what looked to be a small stack of money. You weren't close enough to see how much, but you knew it must've been a lot, just for the friend to hand it to Asima. "For your charitable work by taking that uptight human on a few dates for a surprising two and a half months, here's your money. Two hundred, just like we bet."

Your heart stopped as your blood ran cold. You glanced down at the ground as your chest tightened. What? You shook your head. You must've heard him wrong.

But when you looked over and saw Asima pocket the money before shooing his friends off, the basket slipped from your hands and you ran before you could hear the shatter of something from inside the basket.

You felt tears well in your eyes, rolling down your face in searing hot stripes. You pushed past people, not caring if they heard the sob that ripped itself from your throat, your mind only wondering how stupid you were.

Of course he couldn't change because he just wanted to be nice to you. And all you did was walk into his little trap for a measly two hundred dollars. He was probably going to laugh about it with his friends later, about how you thought he actually cared. That he could've felt something other than distain towards you, when all that was pushing him towards it was money.

You hated him. But you hated yourself more because you still knew you loved him. You hated knowing you couldn't change how you felt and you wanted to curl up and disappear.

And just like they could detect your feelings, you got another text, then another.

One was from Asima, asking you where you were before the notification cut off the rest of his words, and the second was from one of Lucifer's lackeys. They found a way to get you home. A way to get you out of this mess just when you thought that maybe you belonged in it.

It didn't take long for you to hail a taxi and tell the driver to take you to the castle gates.

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Part two

[theprincelyking]

Fit AU Lore (The Darker Side)

Here's some bits and pieces on the Lore for my AU. This is where the Depression comes in! What does any of this mean? You will see in the future!

[vigilvntes]

also!!! walk me home part 2!!! i get so many asks and messages begging me for a part 2 so!!! hopefully soon!!! quick preview for you!!! <33

[reineydraws]

jason is a grandpa's boy and u cant take this away from me!!! they cook together, they discuss literature together, and when jay comes back, they clean their guns together haha. ofc they celebrate their birthday together too! 😌

✨️🎂 hbd jay & alfie 🎂✨️

[wasyago]

id say screw angst im watching joel

[sunderwight]

Liushen AU where SY transmigrates into SJ's older brother, and subsequently nopes them right out of the slavery backstory by using his general knowledge of the story and actually being an adult in a kid's body to just leave (basically) with SJ and YQ.

SY carts them both up to Cang Qiong for the next sect trials. It's actually not all that hard, the trickiest part is getting enough to eat and finding safe places to sleep between leaving the slavers and taking the trials (SY manages just barely, with considerable help from his new little brothers.) Nobody bothers to go after them because it's before Qiu Jianluo and this style of human traffickers mostly operate by virtue of their merchandise having nowhere else to go. Chasing down runaways is an expense not worth indulging, given that most of them either come straight back or die of exposure.

Anyway, they take the trials, and as expected YQY gets chosen to become a personal disciple for the sect leader, and SJ gets chosen by the Qing Jing Peak Lord, but also as (kind of) expected (by SY alone) nobody wants SY. He's older the Yue Qi, so too old, and unlike YQ and SJ his cultivation potential isn't striking enough to make any exceptions for him.

SY, however, can't leave it at that. He's spent more than five minutes with the street kid codependency gang, so he's gotten attached to both of them. And he knows what will happen if they're left to their own devices and The Plot proceeds accordingly. (Also, they keep threatening to not stay at the sect if SY doesn't stay too, for some reason.) So with a heavy heart and internal candle lit for himself, SY heads to Bai Zhan Peak. Which is the only peak that accepts disciples by way of them turning up and refusing to leave.

SY's not much of a fighter. He actually really hates the atmosphere on BZP, he's not bad at physical cultivation (his health's pretty good in this life, ironic considering how much worse his situation was) but the random ambushes and survival-of-the-fittest stuff is just not his brand. But that's okay, because it turns out that BZP actually DESPERATELY needs disciples on the actual peak who are interested in things other than fighting and cultivating their own strength. Stuff like, filling out requisition requests for An Ding every time things break, apologizing to An Ding every time things break again, organizing schedules, browbeating senior disciples into actually teaching, educating disciples on virtually any artistic or social skill, hosting lectures on how to beat vicious beasts without just overpowering them, and etc.

Okay so some of this stuff isn't and has never actually been on Bai Zhan's curriculum but Shen Yuan is going to make this place tolerable. And stop these children from needlessly getting acid burns or lyme disease or scurvy or whatever. He keeps internally chewing out Airplane for designing a sect system that means there are a lot of largely unsupervised 12-year-olds running around the wilderness on a mountain picking fights all the time. (When he actually meets Shang Qinghua and figures him out he switches to doing it in person, of course, in twice-monthly bitching sessions that look a lot like budding friendship.)

Of course one of the worst offenders is the Liu kid, who SY would suspect was actually raised by wolves if he didn't know for a fact that Liu Qingge has a younger sister, and also the kinds of nice clothing and letters from home that strongly imply not only does he have a family, but that the family is pretty well-off. Liu Qingge is at first deeply offended by SY being a BZP disciple. He rarely fights anyone, and uses tricks and evasion tactics whenever a fight can't be avoided. And he does other annoying stuff, like pestering him about meals and baths and lecturing him on identifying dangerous plants and the early signs of qi deviation. This is not what their peak is about! He should get with the program already! Just fight stuff until you're too tired to keep fighting stuff!

Also SY's younger brother, SJ, is pure evil (at least according to baby Liu Qingge) even though his other younger brother (?) is cool and nice.

Anyway, Liu Qingge stops complaining about SY after their first mission together, where Liu Qingge doesn't lose a fight but does get into a kind of pyrrhic victory situation where he's really badly hurt, and it's SY who helps him win (correctly identifying the monster and then pointing out its weakness) and takes care of him afterwards and gets him safely back to Cang Qiong. SY expresses surprise at LQG actually being polite to him, and LQG realizes that he's been a colossal ass if people think he wouldn't be grateful to someone who saved his life, so the usual Liushen dynamic proceeds from there. Liu Qingge starts bringing SY fans he leaves behind and hunts down animals that are supposed to be useful for bolstering weak cultivation, SY invites LQG to tea and keeps the critters as pets, etc etc.

SY doesn't get the Head Disciple position, because that's only acquired via beating the current peak lord in combat and lol no. Also he's not interested in stealing it from Liu Qingge, to whom it rightfully belongs (in his mind). But that's fine, because Liu Qingge takes the position when the next generation ascends and then he lets SY exclusively handle all the peak duties SY actually likes (mainly teaching). It's perfect -- Liu Qingge gets to focus on his War God antics and occasional administration/meetings without having to deal with students his has no patience for, but the disciples of BZP don't get neglected because SY is actually teaching and organizing classes and student care. BZP hasn't enjoyed a golden age like this since it was founded!

Things are pretty good overall, but Shen Yuan knows that it's only a matter of time before The Plot shows up, and so he can't rest completely easily.

Meanwhile, the will-they-or-won't-they bets on Liushen have been going strong for a while now. The thing is, most of their martial siblings are convinced that these two are already "together", and just being circumspect about it. Those who know SY well (like SJ, YQY, and SQH) know better but think that SY's romantic obtuseness is to blame, whereas those who know LQG well (LMY, WQW, and MQF) are pretty sure that it's actually LQG's obtuseness that's the problem. Of course it's actually both of them, so efforts to "fix" matters by getting through one of their thick skulls inevitably run afoul of the other's.

An additional complication is of course: SJ doesn't like LQG (mutual), and now that he's the leader of his own peak, he wants to poach SY to come and live there. Not only so he can have one of the 2 people he trusts actually close at hand, but also because SJ also hates actually teaching the atrocious little brats on his peak, and would like to have SY come and do it for him. YQY is still a total pushover for him too, and is also now the sect leader, so YQY agrees that SY can change peaks if SY and LQG both agree to it.

Liu Qingge, of course, is a no, but he's a variable "no". He's not going to hold Shen Yuan against his will or anything.

As for Shen Yuan, it's... complicated. He doesn't really like BZP, but it's gotten a lot better than it was at the start. These days he's actually pretty proud of his accomplishments, and it's more comfortable, but it's still a rough and rowdy place with fewer creature comforts, libraries, or other appealing points than QJP. Also, if he goes to Qing Jing to teach, he can personally ensure that SJ doesn't go around persecuting any of his students!

But... SJ never lived with the Qiu family in this AU, and even though SY's not totally clear on what the PIDW backstory for SJ was, he knows he's a better guy now than the scum villain in the book was. He has a reputation for making cutting remarks, not for being an abusive snake or a lecher. SY's honestly less worried about him doing anything bad at all, and there are other people on QJP who can teach. It might even be good for SJ to promote more people to fill out a social circle he can rely on! That guy needs more friends, seriously.

And QJP really doesn't need more layabout literary intellectual types who get into pointless arguments, which is all SY would be if he went there. Just yet another nerdy scholar for the rich kids with middling cultivation that the peak favors to ignore. At least on BZP he's filling a gap.

SY is clearly torn, and the fact that SY's considering it has LQG upset, and LQG doesn't handle being upset very well, so of course they have an argument about it. SY storms off to cool his head and LQG is like, this is it, he's gone to Qing Jing Peak, I've drive him off by being too aggressive and he's probably remembering all those times I told him he didn't belong here and oh no what have I done maybe if I build him a heated bath and get him books he will come back???

Turns out that SY just went to An Ding to vent at SQH while SQH was like "I think you would have fewer problems if you and Liu Qingge just got married and my disciples could call you Shigu to your face instead of behind your back" and SY threw melon seeds at him and sulked on his fainting couch (which is always cold for some reason...)

Thus begins the Liushen Divorce Arc where SY tries to be anywhere but BZP or QJP, Liu Qingge tries to figure out what thing he can punch to fix this not-punchable problem, SJ is like "I don't see what the big deal is they should break up Liu Qingge is awful and I want my brother to teach my classes for me" like the spoiled youngest sibling he's finally allowed to be, YQY is trying to moderate this Hades vs Demeter situation and is all "well maybe SY could spend half the year on QJP and half on BZP?", and Liu Mingyan is going "I know my brother if this doesn't work out he is going to die single and pining like an idiot" and so keeps conscripting other disciples to y'know, lock SY and LQG into storage closets together (ineffective: LQG can punch through walls) or at least get them in the same room (underestimating SY's willingness to yeet himself out of windows to avoid awkward social interactions.)

By the time Luo Binghe joins the sect (as a Qiong Ding disciple), the drama is in full swing and is the main topic of gossip across most of the peaks.

[faffodil]

> sees ppl worrying about charlie threatening to misclick sunny

> taps sign

[loriecona]

“Are you sure about this?”

“No. But I love you.”

[mayomkun]

When something's gone it keeps existing!??

[eldritchdilf]

From an abandoned comic

[ghosthoodie]

you’re just following orders, but it’s chaos when you’re gone

[nocasdatsgay]

I really want the hidden romance of Eris Vanserra.

I want his mate to walk the same halls, be in the same rooms, arms length with zero interaction to the naked eye. I want stolen moments: light touches, casual brush of fabric from their clothes as they pass by each other.

I want him to pull his mate into a dark corner at a party. Kiss them so hard they both see stars before they slip back out again. I want late night walks with a guard who’s a friend keeping his secret.

I want their first time together to be filled with tears and hushed promises. Promises this won’t be the only time. Promises that they’ll be together without the worry. I want him memorizing every inch of their skin. I want him fighting with himself about leaving when it’s over.

I want him making deals left and right to keep them safe. I want him killing those who find out and dare to blackmail him. Or him blackmailing them back.

I want them to be the first one he goes to when his father is dead and he’s high lord. Eris doesn’t care that a crowd is around. He doesn’t care that he’s covered in blood. All he cares about is right in front of him and he can finally kiss them wherever he likes.

[gremliinsart]

You'll come back...won't you?

I don't think Bubble would know what to do if Caine left... he's all they've ever known...

Anyway *rings dinner bell* come get some Bubble angst lol

As always, au belongs to @sm-baby

[richtkin]

wait shut up. i’m rewatching hannibal again and i think im being delusional (or like crazy slow.) but lemme cook rq.

in mizumono, when will sees alana on the floor, she tells him that jacks inside. and will INSTANTLY takes his gun out. and earlier at him and hannibal’s ‘last supper’, he said it was necessary for jack to die.

so could this be…will going in the home with the intention to kill jack and only jack? because i don’t think his gun is directed towards hannibal. wills already stated that if he were to kill hannibal, it would be with his hands. he wouldn’t hide behind the gun. besides it’s evident that will has strong feelings for hannibal at this point.

so if this is the case, it makes the scenes leading up so much more devastating. because will wasn’t there to hurt hannibal but instead to aid him. will is showing that he’s on hannibal’s side, he’s already made his pick. the fox has come to help, but not to help the rabbit. which makes everything so much more of a misunderstanding.

and it makes hannibal’s actions all the more heartbreaking.

hannibal is under the impression that will had chosen jack over him, but will has been on his side all along. hannibals just too blinded by heartbreak and betrayal to notice..

[heeliopheelia]

𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍'𝐒 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒 ☼

genre: fluff

word count: 2.6k

an: i'm sorry for the length (especially the sunoo's one), hope that makes up a little bit for my absence :))

masterlist

LEE HEESEUNG

You jog up the stairs to Heeseung's apartment, soaked to the bones from the pouring rain. You rush all the way up the staircase, teeth chattering as you spot your boyfriend already waiting for you with his door open.

"Oh my god, I'm freezing!" You whine out as you throw yourself on his neck, clinging to his body in a poor attempt to steal some of his body warmth.

Heeseung yelps at the feeling of your wet clothes and pulls you inside the apartment, kicking the door closed behind him and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Are you crazy? How could you walk all the way here in a fucking downpour?" He scolds you halfheartedly, rubbing his arms up and down your body to help with warming you up.

"Wasn't my fault! It came down on me like halfway here," you mumble into his neck. "I missed you too much."

You can hear him chuckling and he pulls away from you, grabbing you by the hand and giving one last look at your sorry looking self.

"Come on, let's take care of it."

You let him lead you to his bedroom and you stand next to him patiently, waiting as he digs through his closet in an attempt to find his warmest clothes.

"Alright, these will do, I think," he says and tosses the items on his bed.

He stands right in front of you and leans down to help you tug your wet shirt up to put his hoodie over your head next. It takes you both a hot struggling minute to take the soaked jeans off your legs but after a while you succeed and tug on a pair of Heeseung's gray shorts. He reaches down and pulls on the strings to tighten them on your hips comfortably. You feel so content with the feeling of the wet clothes finally being replaced with the warm, your boyfriend-scented ones.

"Thanks," you say and smile up at him, raising to your tiptoes to press a loving kiss to his jawline.

"You're very welcome," he responds, lips stretching out in a wide smile as well. He wraps his arms around your middle and pulls you closely to his chest before leaning down to meet his lips with yours.

PARK JAY

With a playful scowl, you shove Jay gently with your elbow. "That's not what I said, liar!"

"Yes, it is. You're just in denial," he teases back and flicks your forehead with a chuckle.

It's so late at night, you can almost see the sun rising above the horizon, yet neither of you feels tired as you just can't get enough of each other.

You haven't been on a date for nearly a month as both of your tight schedules prevented you from seeing each other for so long, so now that you finally have the time with him, you're going to make every minute of it worthy.

You're walking by the river, Jay's arm wrapped around your waist and fingers caressing your side gently. There's not a single soul apart from the two of you here in such ungodly hour and you bask in the silent flow of the river.

Jay's hand suddenly brushes over your forearm and he gasps quietly when he feels the sharp goosebumps covering your skin. He turns his head to you and is instantly met with your sheepish smile.

"I told you to bring a jacket," he scolds you. "You never listen to me."

You stifle a laugh at seeing your boyfriend so worked up. You raise your arm up and rub your fingers on the frowned skin in between his eyebrows. Grabbing his hand and wrapping it back around your waist, you try to force him to walk forward but he stubbornly digs his heels in the gravel.

"Oh, come on. It's summer! And the forecast said it would be warmer today," you say with a pout. "It's not a big deal, though. I'm not even that cold, let's go."

"You're insane if you think I'd let you walk around like that," he scoffs and starts shrugging off his own leather jacket.

"No! Keep it on, now you're gonna be cold!" You protest quickly but still let him wrap the warm clothing over your shoulders. "See? You're shaking like a leaf."

Jay only rolls his eyes at your teasing and pulls you close to him again as you finally resume walking. "Am not."

You giggle at him but then something comes to your mind. "Wait, I have a better idea! Stay still."

You stop Jay and walk around him, only to jump on his back and wrap your arms around his neck. He stumbles slightly at your unexpected weight on top of him but quickly regains his balance, placing his hands under your knees. You happily tuck your head in his shoulder and place a kiss to his sensitive skin, earning a satisfied huff out of him.

"See? Now the both of us are warm."

SIM JAKE

You ring the doorbell and wait for one of the boys to open the door. Jake has texted you about half an hour ago that he'd just come back from his football practice and that you should drop by. You don't need to be asked twice, so you grabbed some of your stuff and headed to his apartment.

You hear a voice calling something from behind the door before it opens and you're greeted by Heeseung's smiling face.

"Hi," you say and walk in as he opens the door for you widely.

"Jake's in his room," he answers your question before you even have the chance to ask it.

You nod your head with a smile. "Thanks."

When you walk into the pointed bedroom, you're greeted by the evening darkness — well, besides the light coming from your boyfriend's phone that's currently lying on his chest, most likely forgotten as the video playing on it put Jake to sleep. Shaking your head with a small laugh, you walk up to the bed and put his phone aside before settling up right next to him.

When you press your lips to his cheek softly, Jake wakes up and looks at you with dim eyes.

"Hi," you whisper with a giggle, hugging him with a smile on your lips.

"You're here already," he says, voice a little raspy. He pulls you closer and kisses your lips. "Sorry, didn't mean to fall sleep."

"It's okay," you hum before untangling yourself from his arms and getting up.

Jake points to his desk. "The shirt's there."

Just like you've done so many times before, you quickly change into the t-shirt that he left you and neatly fold your clothes on his desk chair. Dressed in a proper attire, you go back to the bed and immediately are caged by his arms that pull you closely to his chest.

"God, you look the best in my clothes," he mumbles as his lips nuzzle your cheek.

You let out a small laugh. "You think so?"

Jake hums and you feel his slim fingers stroking your skin underneath his t-shirt. "Absolutely. I would show you if I wasn't so damn tired, trust me."

PARK SUNGHOON

You reach your arms above your head, your hand meeting the soft skin of Sunghoon's cheek as you caress it gently. The two of you are cuddled up on his couch, trying to watch some sitcom but unsurprisingly ending up talking and bickering throughout most of the episode. You're wearing Sunghoon's hoodie that you've stolen couple hours ago. He loves when you do that. Seeing you in his clothes brings him so much warmth and giddiness, though he rarely says anything.

"You still have some of that popcorn left?" You ask, tilting your head backwards to take a glimpse of your boyfriend's face.

His hands are resting inside the front pocket of your hoodie, fingers absently drawing circles on your covered stomach.

"One would think you'd have enough for today," he teases with a snicker, his fingers curling up and tickling you gently, making you squirm with a strangled yelp. "You ate two bowls all by yourself. If you keep it up, you're gonna end up with a tummy ache."

You hum in agreement, settling back down on his chest. "I guess you're right."

You sit in silence only for a short while before Sunghoon asks suddenly, "I can make you a sandwich if you're hungry though?" He moves his head to the side to make it easier for you to look at him.

"Really?" You gasp from excitement, surprised at the kind act of your never-cooking boyfriend. "You'd do that for me?"

Sunghoon laughs and pinches your side playfully. "Am I really such a bad boyfriend that my girlfriend gets this excited over a sandwich?"

"You're the best one of a kind," you chirp, grinning up at him.

Sunghoon scoffs and leans forward to press his warm lips to your temple. "Fine. I'll be right back."

KIM SUNOO

You wake up as a sudden cramp twists your guts. You whine quietly, rolling to your side and away from Sunoo who's been holding you tightly for the entire night. You slowly open your eyes, blinking to adjust to the light coming out of the window as sunrise lights up the room thinly.

You turn around to face your sleeping boyfriend, only to end up gasping as your eyes land on the red stain on the bed. You quickly get up from the bed, head spinning from the abrupt movement. You tear up out of embarrassment, even if you know it's not your fault that your period started earlier than it was supposed to.

"What's going on?" Sunoo asks groggily as he takes in your panicked state in confusion. He sits up on the bed, concerned at the sight of your teary eyes. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You shake your head, knowing you're being a little dramatic but the fear of him getting mad or even grossed out lays a shadow over your common sense.

You speak up quietly. "I got my period early and stained your bed. I'm so sorry."

You watch as Sunoo's eyes drift down to the bedding before he clicks his tongue and stands up from the bed. You hide your face in your hands out of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry! I didn't-"

"Oh, come on, you really think I'd be mad at you for that?" He interrupts you and wraps his arms around you. "Please, don't cry, angel. It's not your fault and it's okay."

"But I ruined your sheets!" You whine out, hiding your face in the crook of his neck instead.

"You didn't ruin anything, silly! It's just a little blood," he scoffs and leans down to kiss the top of your head. "Hold on, alright?"

Relief rushes through your veins at his peaceful reaction, but then again, how could you ever expect anything else from your angel? You suddenly feel silly for overreacting like that but Sunoo doesn't give you a lot of time to overthink as he comes back with a pair of sweatpants in his hand.

"Here, get changed into these and I'll take care of the bed, alright?"

You nod your head before pecking his cheek and going to the bathroom to change. After cleaning up and tugging on the sweats, you come back to the bedroom and notice that he's already replaced the stained sheet with a clean one.

"See? Nothing happened, don't worry," he assures you one more time as he walks over to you and grabs your hand. He drags you over to his bed and crawls up behind you to wrap his arms around your waist and bury his face in your hair. "Now, let's go back to sleep because it's too damn early to be awake."

YANG JUNGWON

His thumb strokes the soft skin on your palm as the both of you walk down the park. You're just coming back from your date since it's gotten a little too windy to stay outside, so now you're on your way back home.

"No, she told me not to do that but I- God!" You interrupt yourself out of annoyance as your hood gets blown away from your head for like the hundredth time this hour. Murmuring under your nose, you tug it back on rather aggressively which makes Jungwon snicker quietly.

You keep talking. "So, as I was saying, I- Oh my god, I'm gonna lose my mind!" You cry out in defeat when another strong whisk of wind swipes the hood off the top of your head. Your boyfriends laughs louder now as he's been just wondering how much time will it take for you to finally lose it.

"You just can't get a break, can you?" He teases before stopping and walking in front of you.

You watch in confusion as he fixes the hood at your neck, then brings his hands up and tucks away the loose hair that wind has blown in your face. His grin is permanent on his face as he reaches his arms up and takes off his black beanie before tugging it over your hair instead. You instantly feel warmer and it's your turn to flash Jungwon with a smile now.

"Thanks," you say and run your hand through his thick hair to tame them a little.

Jungwon catches your hand in his and lifts it up to his face, only to end up pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. "Just don't wanna have you sick by tomorrow."

NISHIMURA RIKII

"Loser!"

Your laughter echoes in Niki's head as another snowball hits him right in the shoulder. He sends you a playful glare before leaning down into the snow and collecting a fistful of it, only to respond to your sudden attack with a throw at your head. You duck down slightly and avoid the snow from smacking you right in the face.

"That was rude!" You exclaim, instantly throwing another snowball into his hood as he turns around.

Niki yelps and looks at you in shock. "How dare you?" He asks, trying his best to cover his smile. "You better hide cause I won't let that slide."

You listen to his words and jog a couple meters back with a giggle. When you turn around, you notice your boyfriend standing almost face to face with you, holding a pile of snow in his gloved hand. He comes closer to you without the intention to throw it at you and you gasp as you realize what he's about to do.

"Don't even try," you warn him, backing away from him. "You're not gonna rub it in my face, you clown."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that if I was you," Niki teases before launching himself onto you.

As you try to dodge him, you quickly start backing away with your hands protecting your face. Next thing you know, you're tripping over the curb of the sidewalk and falling back into the large pile of snow. You yelp as your body is instantly engulfed with cold. You try to push yourself up from the pile and instantly feel your hand freezing up as you forgot to bring your gloves from home.

"Geez."

You can hear Niki mumbling from above you before his large hands pull you up from the pile. When you're standing back on your feet, he starts to dust you off from the snow sticking to your clothes and hair. You smile at him widely, watching as he fixes the collar of your jacket with furrowed eyebrows.

Without saying anything else, he unwraps his scarf and places it around your neck instead, securely tying it and tucking your wet hair underneath it. At the end he slides his gloves onto your frozen hands and hides them inside his jacket as he pulls you closely to his chest.

"Thank you. Best boyfriend who?" You grin up at him and raise to your tiptoes to peck his jaw sweetly.

Niki flicks your nose. "Loser."

permanent taglist: @bambisgirl @arizejkt19

[petricorah]

pov you're sokka 💙💜