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“My still so dear Yunlan,

Once again I woke up thinking about writing to you. I've been trying for a long time, but the words escape me, as if there isn't all this chaos inside me about you. As if I don't have words for all the things that are gone. And for those things that still could be something beautiful.

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For Shen Wei, for the pain in his chest that hadn't ceased since Zhao Yunlan left, it didn't need a long speech, a long argument. He didn't need much more than that oblivion which, for him, meant forgiveness. Anything else would just be superfluous.

As it was during their previous meetings, the man didn’t look surprised. He was wearing black robes that reminded Shen Wei a bit of his own, though the stranger’s were of slightly lower quality. Hell probably didn’t care much about the prices of the materials, especially when dressing their failed experiments.
“I still don’t know who you are,” the man said out of the blue, addressing Shen Wei directly for the first time.
“Most people ask me what am I.”

Zhao Yunlan on a way to solve the mystery of red pocket money disappearance.

Shen Wei is still getting used to this whole family thing, particularly to the loving insults between family members. Making tang yuan for Dongzhi Festival with Mama Zhao, while she trades insults with Zhao Yunlan and Zhao Yunlan’s dad, who is slowly coming around, sure helps though.

Wanting to kick off their forever together, Zhao Yunlan brings home a surprise before the New Year. Shen Wei couldn't ask for anything more than a home together with the love of his life, but he gets more anyway.

Red Pocket Prompt Fest 2023 and Guardian Bingo 2023 fill

Part I
Zhao Yunlan and Wu Xie meet in a queer bar on a cold January night in Shanghai, over drinks and stories of broken hearts. The problem for both was that they - or those with them - didn't know what they wanted before, in a very recent past.
The problem for both of them now, is that they know exactly what they want.

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Part II
Shen Wei knows perfectly about "him". Things have changed for some time now, but he is still part of SID and Zhao Yunlan's life. But Zhao Yunlan's life sometimes brings unexpected things to life that Shen Wei thought he would lead alone.

(All the fics in this series are stand-alone)

The one where Shen Wei really is a plum blossom yao (or alternatively, a Flower Tribe Yashou).

Zhao Yunlan would really like it if people could stop making him the most responsible person in the room, thanks.

Or: Drama!Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan meet Novel!Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan

“Look team, we don’t need to answer this one: we have a pretty good lead, we garnered a lot of head-start that will probably last us through the next round, so we can take a breather. We don’t have to get it right,” he said, trying to sound like a calm, self-confident leader and not like a guy who would rather die again than give that rat Cong Bo the satisfaction of beating him.
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Fill for 'Shadow Blitz' prompt in Guardian Bingo

The morning after the first waking day of Shen Wei’s second life, he gets up to find his old face in the mirror.

Shen Wei was so preoccupied with collecting all the pieces of Zhao Yunlan he was allowed that he almost did not notice what they added up to.

“A deal,” the Judiciar told him, showing him a contract signed in Zhao Yunlan’s own hand. For a chance to meet that one person again and live a happy life with them, Zhao Yunlan would work as an Underworld detective, chasing malevolent spirits for five hundred years. It didn’t sound that bad, truly - it was that kind of an afterlife that he would decidedly like, yet Yunlan had no memory of ever signing this contract.
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Fill for 'Forgotten' prompt for Guardian Bingo

“Where’re you goin’,” mumbles the lump on the bed.

As if handling glass when it was anything but delicate, Zhao Yunlan cradled it in both hands removing from the cardboard box and bubble wrap. It was lighter than expected not that he could pin point why he thought it would be heavy in the first place. But those thoughts were fleeting, difficult to hold onto in the face of the sheer panic twisting it's way through his stomach at what it could mean. He stared almost entranced and unable to look away from the empty eye holes of the mask in his hands.
The familiar, ornate, black and silver mask.
If the mask was here, then where was Hei Pao Shi?