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Shen Wei reached across and gripped Zhao Yunlan’s shoulder to anchor him in the here-and-now. He shouldn’t try to stop the time travel. He couldn’t. But letting Zhao Yunlan go was a steep price, even for the integrity of all of history. Wherever you go, I’ll be with you, he thought, willing it so, though there were no guarantees. Who knew what the Hallows would do?

Freshly arrived from Dixing, Shen Wei knows almost nothing about modern Haixing culture -- just that he hates the clothing, and fears everything else.

(Or, how an ancient Dixing warrior famous for wearing only black ended up with a wardrobe full of bespoke royal blue suits.)

"Ye Zun's warmth was too much for him to handle, but as soon as he stepped away from him he felt the need to go back, to drown in that blotch of darkness. It reminded him of the smoke burning down his throat every time he took a drag on his favourite cigarettes, that awful sensation he both hated and craved."
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Zhao Yunlan's consciousness somehow manages to enter the Pillar. He meets Ye Zun, a figure made of swirling smoke. They talk, they play. It distracts Zhao Yunlan, it entertains Ye Zun. The latter has a personal vendetta against his brother and is searching for someone. Both don't realise Zhao Yunlan is that someone.

Little did Zhao Yunlan know that Shen Wei’s power can affect someone from afar. 

"It hurts to be something
It's worse to be nothing with you"

He's never believed in red strings of fate tying people together, least of all for himself.

High holy hell, Zhao Yunlan hated this version of himself.

This version of himself was a dick!

After dying, Zhao Yunlan wakes up in a world he barely recognizes.

At least fixing this terrible version of his life gives him something to do while he tries to find out just what happened to Shen Wei.

“Oh I forgot to tell you, Yunlan, you are going to get married next week!”

Zhao Yunlan nearly chokes on the bath water. What the hell? He climbs out of the bathtub, poking his head out of the bathroom door: “Excuse me!?”

It’s still new between them, still unfamiliar in a way that make Chu Shuzhi’s stomach churn when he thinks to hard about it.

Shen Wei prepares to begin his life in Haixing.

Or: The Sleeve Garter Story

The word boyfriend sounds too shallow for the extent of Zhao Yunlan’s feelings and intentions towards Shen Wei.

Wang Zheng joins the Guardian Order and considers her name.

Zhao Yunlan asks the question we've all been wondering.

Chu Shuzhi likes to sit in sunbeams

"He knows that even this small amount of hair is seen as excessive in this new time and place he finds himself in, but he can’t bring himself to cut it shorter. He has so little of his past here, than even a small link like keeping his hair long enough to reach his back makes him feel less lost." (from Forestofglory's fic linked in the notes)

Surprise animal transformation - Zhao Yulan is delighted, other people less so....

Shen Wei gets involved with Fat Bear Week.

Hardly anyone knew this, but Da Qing had not originally been this lazy as a cat. He remembers days past where he had to hunt every night for food, latching onto kindhearted humans during the winter for someplace to stay. Never letting his guard down in order to survive.

It was only because he trusted Zhao Yunlan, recognised the boy as his master that he allowed himself to let his guard down, laze around and accept his dried fish offerings.

(Misc collection of Da Qing-centric drabbles)

The rain was unexpected.

One minute the sun shined, and the next moment, Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng found dark clouds scudding quickly across the sky. When the wind kicked up there was a faint taste of dark energy upon it, showing the unnaturalness of the storm.

Neither Chu Shuzhi nor Guo Changcheng typically minded the rain, but this was more than just a drizzle. Water fell in veritable sheets and crashed to earth with the fuzzy sound of static.

It was a good thing they weren’t far from Chu Shuzhi’s apartment, not that it really mattered, as they ran. The heaviness of the rain eagerly soaked into their coats and down to their clothes beneath, and it plastered Changcheng’s moppish hair down around his face.