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(He was right, he had always been right and Lan Wangji had been afraid to let himself agree)

He cooks dinner for her, moving easily around the kitchen, but manages to do so without fully turning his back to her, casting looks at her like he had when she had when she sent him off with Granny Li. It’s so heartbreakingly deliberate that Lin Xia has to get up to wrap her arms around him from behind, tight and secure. She feels the way his body loosens, and her heart breaks all over again.

Ruo Bai/Qi Bai Cao

Everything dissolves into white noise at the sound of a soft spoken, well-beloved voice saying her name like that. The room blurs around her, and she doesn’t know if Hu Yifeng is still there, if anything else exists in the world except for the sound of his voice.

“Senior Ruo Bai,” she manages to get out before she’s curling on the bench with the phone pressed tight to her ear, unwilling to miss a single breath on the other end of the line, a single word. 

“Bai Cao,” he says again, and really, nobody has ever said her name like that, soft, fond, confident. Loving. “Bai Cao, you-”

Jang Bong-Hwan/King Cheoljong

There’s a part of him that wonders if the man he’s been spending most of his time with is Cheoljong. His appearance is similar enough, more modernized, and his personality is almost in line to the king. He’s still a bit arrogant, painfully earnest in a way that blindsides Bong Hwan, but he doesn’t always look at Bong Hwan the way Bong Hwan imagined he might. It’s not like Bong Hwan is an expert in reincarnation, but the hidden romantic in him (the part that had been unlocked hundreds of years ago, a year ago) might have expected more.

Luo Fusheng/Duan Tianying

Tianying is tidying a new flower arrangement that had been left at Luo Fusheng’s bedside when she hears a shift in his breathing, followed by a low, uncomfortable noise that seems to get caught in his throat. She’s back at his side immediately, taking his hand in both of hers, and pressing their hands to her cheek, not even trying to hold back tears because his eyes are opening and he’s looking at her. 

Nobody has ever looked at her the way Luo Fusheng looks at her. 

Thun Thunyakorn/Mes Wongsakorn Thanarungsiri

They wake today as they’ve done every day since their miraculous second chance, curled into each other, Mes’ nose tucked in against Thun’s neck, his body solid and real in Thun’s arms. Neither have proven to be morning people (Mes especially, after discovering the joys of being held. He needs less sleep, but more motivation to get out of bed)

Thun has no complaints about this arrangement, waking first and being able to savor the moment, how Mes doesn’t have morning breath, or any particular scent other than the detergent Thun uses for his sheets and clothing. The way Mes' fingers clutch briefly at Thun’s back, as if Thun is going anywhere, before he burrows closer.

Pharm Triwinij/Dean Ratthanon Wongnate

“You were there,” Pharm says, panting a little against Dean’s neck, his body tensing again. Dean takes a moment to put the pieces together. Pharm’s worst nights came after that specific dream, and he wonders if somehow he had been the villain, pulling Korn and In apart, Dean’s face on an intolerant father. 

Dean presses a kiss to Pharm’s forehead. “Korn-” he starts, and despite everything, there’s a dull fury that starts rising in his chest toward his past self, the fresh hurt of what his actions had done to In, to Pharm.

Pharm shakes his head against Dean, his breath coming out choked and trembling. “They weren’t.” He reaches up, fingers brushing over Dean’s temple, light.

A beat, then it’s like a bucket of ice water, and Dean feels like the air gets sucked out of the room. 

Tian Sopasitsakun/Phupha Viriyanon

He’d gotten up at barely dawn, much to the surprise and endearingly grumpy response to the man curled against his back, Phupha’s arms tightening a worrying amount around him, but when Tian turned to kiss his cheek and whisper his plan, Phupha had smiled, soft and sleepy, nuzzled into Tian’s neck, but let go.

(Tian almost, almost abandoned everything right there).

Zhao Yunlan/Shen Wei

It happens all at once.

Zhao Yunlan is restrained, his knees kicked out from under him.

Shen Wei raises his hand to send a blast of dark energy at Zhao Yunlan’s captors, but as soon as he does, he sees Zhao Yunlan tied up and bloody under the darkened skies of Dixing, and Shen Wei cannot release the energy.

He’s frozen, and that split second is enough for the ringleader’s henchmen to grab him by the arms and inject him with something that burns him from the inside out. 

Reincakenation (Bakery Reincarnation AU)

Their first kiss, here, would not go into any history books, a brief press of lips, and the two of them soaking each other in, breaths synced and ragged, eyes open. Shen Wei’s eyes are red and wet (Like the last time, but for a blessedly different reason, now). He’s just looking at Zhao Yunlan like he always did, like it hadn’t been a lifetime between them, his hand reaching to Zhao Yunlan’s cheek, brushing his thumb under Zhao Yunlan’s eye, before he’s leaning in again.

This kiss, here, could go into the history books. Zhao Yunlan’s hands reaching for Shen Wei’s arms, clutching at him, while Shen Wei allows himself to slide his hands into Zhao Yunlan’s hair and guide them easily into something deeper, sweeter, and longing in a way that was so Shen Wei, even when Zhao Yunlan was right there.

Post Canon- learning each other in downtime

“So, this is what normal people do in relationships,” Zhao Yunlan later muses,  sprawling on the bed. Shen Wei is still in the bathroom, but he comes out when Zhao Yunlan speaks, attentive as always. He’s wearing pajamas with his toothbrush paused in his mouth, and Zhao Yunlan’s thought process is derailed because that’s Shen Wei, that’s the Black Cloaked Envoy standing in his bathroom with messy hair and toothpaste on his lips. There’s a strange sort of warmth coupled with a bubbly hysteria that builds in his chest, but Shen Wei is looking at him so seriously, waiting to hear what Zhao Yunlan has to say, like it’s the most important thing to him in that moment.

Shen Wei's "I Love You" has good intentions, but Weilan

“I’ve been lucky enough to be allowed to fall in love with you three times in the same lifetime, but this feels like the first. I fell in love with Kunlun and his boldness, his energy, his kindness and caring. I fell in love with you in the present, assisted with the knowledge that you were Kunlun, that you would become the legend I fell in love with. I’ve fallen in love with you now, with all your flaws and humanity. I’ve fallen in love with your dirty clothes on the floor, your poor choice in nutrition. I’ve fallen in love with how easily you love those around you and how you show it, despite your supposed better judgement.”

Zhao Yunlan is staring at him, looking like he isn’t sure if he’s supposed to be flattered, but then his eyes soften, his shoulders relax, and Shen Wei knows something has gotten through.

Lakehouse/Time Travel/Portal

As Zhao Yunlan reached out, senselessly grabbing at a flying creature, there was a rumble and a crack. The air in front of Zhao Yunlan shifts and splits open, and he freezes, eyes going wide as the very fabric of space and time opens to reveal the most beautiful man Zhao Yunlan has ever seen, draped in layers of black cloak, an open, eager face framed by long dark hair. The beautiful man has a hand out as if expecting something, and the damn crow flies straight into the portal and drops Zhao Yunlan’s letter into the man’s hand.

“Hey!” Zhao Yunlan shouts. “Hey, that’s mine!”

At the sound of his voice, the man on the other side of the rift freezes, head turning toward him and the look of devastation and hope that comes over his face stops Zhao Yunlan dead in his tracks.

Gen

He kept it to himself for awhile, since ghosts wouldn’t be the strangest beings he’s met since joining the SID, and the ghosts weren’t hurting anyone. For all Guo Changcheng knew, his own powers were simply expanding, manifesting in new ways.