Yunlan takes a wager that he can pass off a shy and unassuming Shen Wei as a confident and worldly Lord. What happens when in the process, he starts to fall for his quiet charms and sweet smiles?
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Shen Wei is only half listening to their guide on the campus tour. He’s already decided that he’s going to Oxford on a full scholarship, so this is merely caving into the whims of his uncle to visit his alma mater before he made his official selection. At least it’s a nice day out, he thinks, turning to look over the Quad. And that’s when he sees him; divinely bewitching, leaning against the railing, face tilted to the sky.
“Who is that?” He asks out loud.
“Oh, him?” Their guide follows his line of sight, shaking his head. “That’s Professor Zhao. He teaches Chinese Mythology. You don’t want him. He’s a bit of a hard-ass.” He grins, picking up his tour spiel where he left off.
Shen Wei looks back over to him, even as the rest of the group moves to follow their guide with the cat bells. Maybe he could do his Undergraduate here…
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“Who are you?” Yunlan asks. The apparition startles, looking up.
“You… Can see me?” He says slowly. He moves, the flow of his robes floating as he takes a soundless step to him. A part of Yunlan’s chest hurt at the sight of him. The bright gleam in his eyes that solidifies with each second that passes between them. “I thought the heirs of Zhao have lost the ability to do that.”
“Heirs?” Yunlan frowns. “My friend, you speak so strangely.” He stays where he is, swallowing back a thought when the apparition comes close enough that he almost imagines the smell of plum blossoms and tea permeate the air. “Who are you?” He asks again.
A sad smile graces his lips, eyes turning sad. “Someone who has lived many lifetimes to see your face.” He lifts his hand. The moment hangs in stasis. Yunlan licks his lips in anticipation of a touch that, when it comes, brings the world alive.
He holds his breath. He reaches up to touch the hand on his skin. Gasping in wonderment as the tears fill his eyes.
“Shen Wei?”
A soft laugh. “Hello, my love.”
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Yunlan is unrepentant. Chin jutted out, lips pursed, eyes defiant. Shen Wei dabs on his knuckles with Dettol. “You shouldn’t have done that.” He says softly, looking down, “You could be in a lot of trouble.”
“Talk shit, get hit.” Yunlan hisses over the sting of the medication. “He had it coming.”
The corner of Shen Wei’s lips twitch. As if unable to decide whether to smile or frown. He’s already half-expecting the Dean to call them both in, but he cannot deny the satisfaction of seeing Yunlan punch that motor mouth who’d been spreading the rumours that they were both seeing each other romantically.
Nor can he deny the warm curl of pleasure at the way Yunlan had held his hand after, and pulled him from the gathering crowd.
“I’m not some damsel in need of rescue.” He says after a lull while he bandages Yunlan’s hand.
“You’re not.” Yunlan tilts his head, “But I’ll still be there anyways.”
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“Good morning, My Lord.” Yunlan bows, holding out his hand for Shen Wei to take. “Shall I prepare your feeding, or would you like to read the dossier on what has happened in the last 20 years?”
“Feed.” Shen Wei says croakily. Yunlan bows again, moving to go, only to be held fast by his arm. He looks to his Master, curious. “You’ve grown, my darling.” Shen Wei smiles, dark eyes glinting happily.
“It has been 20 years.” Yunlan replies softly. Leaning in, he kisses the corner of dry lips, tasting dust and death. “And I’m a werewolf after all.”
Shen Wei tilts his face, tongue peeking out out, seeking, licking into Yunlan once he has been granted permission in the shape of lips parting. Their ardour deepens in fervour until the tip of Shen Wei’s canines cut the inside of Yunlan’s bottom lip. Drawing blood.
He pulls away, taking in the sight of ruby red rimming dark pupils. Smiling, he climbs onto Shen Wei’s lap. “Feed.” He murmurs, licking back into danger.
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This is in my mind since I’ve started to read the english translation of Zhen Hun/Guardian by Priest. I’m aware, that Shen Wei’s hair is different in the drama, but when I saw this hair on Zhu Yilong, I couldn’t resist. :)
Ещё один подорожник к финалу. Кто вообще решил, что нужно уходить…что было бы, если бы Юнлань попытался удержать? Он всегда нарушал все возможные мешающие ему правила, почему бы и не в этот раз?
Obviously I can’t draw, I haven’t done either of them, especially Zhu Yilong, even the least little bit of justice, but I’m gonna practise and get better and do a full screencap redraw of this scene someday.
[id: gifs from the 13th episode of the series “Guardian.” Shen Wei asks, “Did I bring you trouble?” Zhao Yunlan laughs and responds, “If you were the trouble, I would take dozens to bother my whole life.” /end id]
No matter how many times I see it, I will never get tired of how the Guardianwriters/producers clearly thought, well, they would never actually let us show them in bed together, that would be way too gay.
Instead, we’ll just have Shen Wei sit beside Zhao Yunlan
and watch him sleep
and sometimes serve as his pillow
and carefully cover him with his own jacket and then take a seat across from him to better watch him sleep, while holding symbolic jewelry.
Nope, that’s not romantic at all. Nothing to see here, censors, move along!
