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If Heipaoshi would not outright ask for a seat at the table, then by god, Zhao Yunlan was going to pull the fucking chair out himself. There was only the matter of paws and not apposable thumbs standing in his way. But then, he’d never of made Chief of the SID if he wasn’t adaptable.

"How come you never do the laundry?" Ye Zun asks, frustration palpable in the way the freshly dried and folded clothes float down to form a pile.

Shen Wei wakes up after ten thousand years and is decidedly not happy with the state he finds Dixing in. He's angry, he's grieving for what he's lost and he feels responsible for everything that went wrong when he was buried underground.

While searching for the stolen hallows, he sees a face he thought he'd never see again

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A canon divergence AU in which Shen Wei is very unhappy with the state of Dixing and with its relations with Haixing after waking up, does a little coup d'etat, and consequently assumes a more political role, which leaves him with no time for pursuing an academic career

Chu Shuzhi thunked his head back against the glass door with a rattle of blinds. He was supporting Zhao Yunlan’s weight easily—the man was as light as a bird—but the fervour of his embrace more than compensated. [...]

He pivoted them so it was Zhao Yunlan with his back against the door.

Zhao Yunlan growled, but it wasn’t an objection, couldn’t have been, because now he was wrapping his legs around Chu Shuzhi’s waist, tugging at his tank top.

Illustration for Midnight Train(wreck) to Recovery by china_shop.

“How do we stop it?”

“Abilities like this aren’t permanent. Either it will wear off in time, or…”

Kunlun looks at him, eyes sharp. “Or?”

Shen Wei forces himself not to look away. Not to drop his gaze like a boy, like a coward. “Or when it has run its course,” he says.

Had absolutely all the sacrifices really been necessary?
As Lin Jing walked the path ahead, perhaps the answers he didn't expect were exactly the ones he needed to find. Fake monk or not, he believed what he believed, and redemption was not a negotiable commodity. Sometimes all it took was a hand to reach out and change the course of everything.
That sense of unfairness had seeped into him.
...
Gui Mian sat up, resting his head in his hands and he tried to settle his breathing. Months of nights that were often filled with nightmares were taking its toll. Something needed to change. There was only one thing that he could think of that would calm him. He needed to see Lin Jing again.

Shen Wei looked him up and down. "Zhao Yunlan, you're dripping. You need to dry yourself before you catch a chill."

"I don't suppose you have a quick-dry power?"

"Ah." Shen Wei's eyelashes swept down for a moment; he'd clearly been thinking towels, not black energy. "Not exactly."

Five first meetings.

Or: Shen Wei had to resist temptations for far too long. Zhao Yunlan makes it up to him.

Can a bond written in fate and sacrifice survive ten thousand years? ⚔️🖤 Watch this emotional Guardian C-Drama edit celebrating the legendary dynamic between Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan.
Set to the epic, haunting track “Tomb of the Sea” by Xueran Chen, this fantasy-romantic FMV highlights their intense chemistry, loyalty, and supernatural bond.
Whether you read the original Priest novel or fell in love with the Zhu Yilong and Bai Yu adaptation, this video captures the ultimate bromance energy, heartbreak, and devotion that defines their universe.

It's the night of the last day of filming, and the last thing Bai Yu has ever expected from it is being kissed.

Podfic of But I Know Where to Start by facethestrange

The man, the legend. Once every ten years, he releases a song. It stays undervalued for ten years and only after this time, the public begin to appreciate it. But by then, another song is already released, waiting for its time to shine. So the cycle repeats.
Or
Chu-ge released a song and only after ten years did his co-workers discover it.

General Kunlun swears fealty to the Black-Cloaked Envoy.

"Do you look at this sort of thing often?" Shen Wei asked.

Zhao Yunlan shrugged. "When I was single, sure. A man has needs, after all, and it gets boring just using your imagination all the time. Not as often now that you're here, though," he added, squeezing Shen Wei's hand. Shen Wei pulled his hand away, unwilling to be so easily mollified. But as he did so a memory drifted up from the long-ago past...

Will the light hold on? Will it stay? He didn't want the dark to come just yet. He wanted the sky to shine more. He wanted to tuck away that last light to some place only he knew of.

Them in evening and rain with things left unsaid.

Back in the future, in the world where Shen Wei is wrapped with mysteries – which are rapidly unravelling, now – Shen Wei is so hungry for his touches. For every pat, every nudge, every palm on his shoulder or knee to his knee.

This man, though, behaves like no one has ever touched him. When Zhao Yunlan reaches for him he leans away, wide-eyed and reticent. Not afraid, he thinks. Shen Wei must know how strong he is, all the powers at his command. But – unfamiliar. Almost like a feral cat, who doesn’t know how to trust, much less how to enjoy.

Zhao Yunlan cannot help but bring his hands to his chest and press the cell phone against his heart. Ah, Shen Wei, Shen Wei!... Every detail of his is perfect... Can there be greater grace than having him by his side? Da Qing snorts again in annoyance. Zhao Yunlan is about to throw the phone at him when an incoming call interrupts. For a second, he thinks it might be his dear baobei, but he stops when he sees it is his mother.
Finally! His dear Empress deigns to return his call.
However, it is not her voice that he hears on the other end.
It is labored breathing...
"Ma?"
A high-pitched giggle answers his question.
He has heard that way of laughing before...
From someone who is supposed to be dead.
"Who is there? If you have done something to her..."
"Kunlun..."
Only one being has said his name with that almost mocking cadence.
Impossible.
"Gui Mian."

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