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“So you’re okay with it?” Zhao Yunlan asked finally. “Me going out with her tonight?”

Shen Wei blinked at him. “Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?”

“I mean, if the sex is as good as you’re making it out to be, then clearly, he’s trying to keep it going,” Ye Zun says simply. “Three words, ge-ge — friends with benefits.”

(Or, the one where Shen Wei convinces himself that he is Not In A Relationship with Zhao Yunlan.)

The seventh lifetime. Xiao Wei meets a mysterious scholar.

When Wei Ying grins at him, raising a finger, saying, “You know, it feels like we’ve known each other for a long time,” the desperate want within Lan Zhan to cross the distance of a few steps between them and embrace him much tighter than he ever had in any of their past lives increases a thousandfold.

But Lan Zhan’s eyes only barely soften as he looks Wei Ying over. “Who knows,” he makes himself say with more ease than he feels, “Maybe we have met each other before.”

Moments in Chu and Guo's relationship, prompt based.

What happened after ep 40 - and you cannot convince me otherwise.

Zhao fails to grasp how important he is, and Shen tries to help him realise. With soup.

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Set early on in the show, when they are still adorkably awkward around each other <3

Five glimpses of Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan's life, post-episode 40.

Series of ficlets, some sweet and fluffy, some angsty. Originally posted to my tumblr

Ye Zun and Dumb Feelings are two pieces of a jigsaw that are destined to never meet, especially when those feelings are related to his older brother.

(An AU of the Wuxia AU that I am writing and that no one asked for.)

Originally on Tumblr here.
For andwebegin

Inspired by the song “Check Yes, Juliet” by We the Kings
Shen Wei tried to focus on his textbook. Unfortunately, the soft pings of incoming text messages were a terrible, terrible distraction.
And also more welcome than his parents would have liked.
Ah Lan: XIAOOOOO WEIIIIIII I’M DYING
Ah Lan: Are you sure you can’t make it tonight?
Ah Lan: You’ll do fine on the test tomorrow
Ah Lan: I’m sure you can do differential calculus in your sleep
Ah Lan: Actually that makes you sound boring, so don’t do that
Ah Lan: NOT THAT YOU COULD ACTUALLY EVER BE BORING
Ah Lan: MY LOVE
Ah Lan: MY BABY
Ah Lan: MY IMPERIAL CONSORT
Ah Lan: MY SWEET SWEET ROMANTIC SCHOLAR
Ah Lan: THIS UNWORTHY ONE LOVES YOU SO MUCH
Ah Lan: <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Kanlungan - [noun] shelter; cradle

Snippets of history and identity, people and ideas caught up in time.

[In other words, a oneshot collection featuring my Chinese fandoms reimagined in different historical contexts.]

Shen Wei’s gaze flickers helplessly back to Zhao Yunlan. He’s wearing ripped jeans and a faded green t-shirt with some outlandish foreign slogan on it. As he sees Shen Wei looking at him he smirks and stretches his legs into a cat-like sprawl. In the mellow sunlight his skin seems to glow.

Yunlan shakes his head. “Take me home with you,” he tells Shen Wei, voice now a low, husky whisper.

Shen Wei doesn’t let it affect him — Yunlan has had a lot to drink tonight and is clearly out to make some bad decisions; Shen Wei knows better than to read anything into Yunlan’s words.

“I’ll be good for you,” Yunlan tells Shen Wei. “I promise I will.”

Shen Wei stared Yunlan straight in the eyes with probably more intensity than necessary. “Zhao Yunlan,” he began, “You may have drunk something…” Shen Wei searched for words, “…Unnecessary.”
“Story of my life,” muttered Yunlan around the lollipop.