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There were once upon a time two brothers, at a glance as like each other as two drops of water.

(Accompanies Chapter 16 of the series, but is non-spoilery for any of it.)

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He was lost. He had always been lost. He had had him so many times, but now it was the first time.

Shen Wei is wet. Not just wet, sodden. Soaked.

For one single terrifying moment, Zhao Yunlan thinks blood, but he can’t smell anything like that, it’s just…water.

Of course. The rain.

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei go apartment hunting. Humor, Fluff, Romance, I-2

At first Shen Wei had been amused by Yunlan's team bringing another box of his belongings to Yunlan's apartment every time one of them visited, as though he might not notice them moving him in if they just did it gradually enough.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, there was a phone call," Jiajia says, quickly. She reaches Professor Shen, and drops her voice. "From the SID."

Bonibaru said:

"I woke up with the hazy image of a Regency AU where Zhao Yunlan comes of age and goes to take over his dead mother's crumbling estate home to escape his domineering father. There he meets a very attractive person - I couldn't choose between a butler or a librarian, but there are so many other choices - but it was very dark and gloomy on the moors and Shen Wei looked amazing, so. Also, there was a ghost, or is really a dark energy creature? Shen Wei has all his powers. Zhao Yunlan has many suspicions but also many inappropriate thoughts."

So - I'm not promising that this will be a full length story, but we're going to have a crack at a bit of Gothic nonsense, Guardian-style. Although I've already taken liberties with her concept, and will doubtless take more...

(Eta: 29 chapters, and we’re done! Boom!)

Shen Wei has forgotten everything since the war 10,000 years ago. The Black Robed Envoy’s relationship with a SID he doesn’t know is uneasy at best, and the burning of the Zhenhun Treaty makes an armistice between Haixing and Dixing increasingly uncertain.

Responsibility falls to Zhao Yunlan and his team to win back Shen Wei’s trust and convince both their governments to stand down. The SID is eager to reacclimate their favorite consultant, and Shen Wei learns quickly. But the secret he carried for so long could save or doom them, and no one knows if the power of the Hallows will be enough to tip the balance.

Even more crack mix to flail to! Through chapter 15 of Bonibaru's fic.

Post-bodyswap kisses.

Zhao Yunlan is dead. Zhao Yunlan is alive, right here, right now.

It was only a minor adjustment to the time stream for everyone else.

An explanation for Zhao Yunlan's changed hairstyle that takes place between episodes 14 and 15.

The first few times, Zhao Yunlan naturally assumed he was dreaming.

Together, Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei chase away a few more of the lingering shadows.

[Podfic by DanaScully1013]

The scene with the vision loss? That, but what if it was resolved the CLAMP way.

After all, nothing says affection like trading body parts.

Yunlan calls bullshit, at the very end, and everything changes, including himself. The SID can probably cope, but the Ministry may never be the same, to say nothing of Dixing. Romance, Drama, Porn, Fluff, Humor, I-4

It wasn’t, Zhao Yunlan thought, anything like what he’d have expected. He didn’t feel any great enlightenment or sudden attack of wisdom. It didn’t feel like a scroll of ages unrolling in his head, or like he was about to burst with the weight of memory. Returning divinity didn’t feel like anything appropriately dramatic, in his opinion. It was just...

He recognized this.

One of the probably identical twins whispering at the table beside theirs suggests hitching instead of hiking and Zhao Yunlan can't keep her mouth shut. They look like the least prepared coeds she's ever seen. She'll feel bad if they get themselves killed on the side of a mountain highway because no one told them there was a trailhead shuttle.

Day 30, prompt: pining.