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When their foster father guilts Shen Wei into an arranged marriage, Ye Zun cooks up a plot to crash it.

While snooping through Shen Wei's apartment, Zhao Yunlan ends up entangled in secrets better left undisturbed.

His curiosity might kill him, but oh, does Shen Wei satisfy him. Multiple times.

Shen Wei is appointed as Ye Zun's replacement on the undercover mission in the Black Dragon Casino and realizes that he has, in fact, come unarmed and unready for the opponent awaiting him.

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In a kinder universe, Shen Wei wakes to find peace between Haixing and Dixing, and their peoples intermingling. This leaves him time to accidentally stumble into a music career alongside teaching.

Teasing was in didi’s nature. Shen Wei firmly reminded himself. It was fine.

Cheng Xinyan grins and nudges his arm. "Relax, Shen Wei! You look like you're about to face a firing squad, not to pose as an art model. Didn't you say you were comfortable with having people draw you?"

In the olden days, before cameras were invented, drawing had been the only way to capture portraits of people. So yes, he had had his portrait drawn before, but… Shen Wei glances apprehensively at the door in front of them that reads "Room 106: Still-life Art Course", then back at Cheng Xinyan. "That was before you told me I had to be nude," he says.

In the end, they were both alive, they bought a house, got married, had a cat, and lived a happy life together until death...do their part.

Continuation of 'The Guardian', the Chinese drama series...

Zhao YunLan lives his new life as the wick of the guardian lantern. Every day, he burnt mercilessly inside the lamp so that he can provide a better life for the DiXing people.

Until one day, an unusually beautiful comet passing him. Zhao YunLan recklessly makes wishes, which are brought into reality.

But what going to happen if every wish has its consequence?

“You are stronger than you know, meimei,” Shen Wei says. “You can overcome this.” 

“Ugh,” Ye Zun throws her good arm over her face, only wincing slightly when it jostles her healing clavicle. “You had to say ‘come,’ didn’t you?” 

Shen Wei blinks. 

“I’m going to die,” Ye Zun announces. “At least do me the favour of not putting the cause of death on my gravestone, will you?” 

“I would never, meimei.” 

“Good. I’d hate for my past flings to know I died from not getting fucked. How embarrassing.”

Zhào Yúnlán asks Yè Zūn for help on a case for reasons

“Hey, where is Xiao Wei?”

Ye Zun looked up from his phone, and with a deadpan expression said. “I ate him.”

“Shen Wei,” the letter starts. “Hi, it’s me Zhao Yunlan. If you’re reading this, we’ve switched again. And yeah, switched, I’m sure you’ve figured out by now that when you take over my body, I take over yours. Sorry for drinking alcohol. I didn’t realize you were such a lightweight.”

Kimi no Na wa / Your Name AU - no knowledge of the source material is necessary to understand the plot of this story

The mission shouldn’t have gone to shit like this.

That didn’t stop everything from blowing up in Zhou Zishu’s face, but it beat stating that this was not the plan.

Someone somewhere must have slipped up, because there were two - no, three - bullet wounds currently in his shoulders and upper chest. As he panted, the feeling of metal and bone grating against each other meant that a bullet had lodged in a broken rib. That explained his breathing difficulties. Fuck. With blurry eyes, Zhou Zishu looked up at the figure above him. Maybe the boot was why everything felt so heavy. With no room to breathe, Zhou Zishu’s vision grew dark.

The Black Cloaked Envoy hurts Yunlan's wrist by accident.

That’s the problem—everyone survived. It should feel like a success. Zhao Yunlan cannot fathom having to learn to live with the best possible outcome.

And yet.

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Or: Zhao Yunlan buys a house, fistfights a teenager, and learns to live with his trauma.

“You’re late,” he hears before his foot can hit the last step.

“Apologies, didi. I did notify you.”

Even though his eyes have already become accustomed to the dark, his brother’s form still eludes him.

“You’re still late,” Ye Zun snarls from the darkness.

“I can only apologise,” Shen Wei says, keeping his voice low and even. Ye Zun is already agitated. It would not do to anger him further.

“No, gege,” Ye Zun growls from behind him, “you can do far more than that.”

Chu Shuzhi’s wings are full of dust and dried leaves.