The most tragic of all ships, this beautiful vid tells their entire fateful love story…
Before last night, no one had ever touched Xingchen like this. A wondrous experience, being held in Zichen’s hands like something cherished, something beautiful ‑‑ and to hold Zichen in turn, the way he’d been dreaming about for years.
He wants to touch him now, and he needs to be awake to do that. “Good morning,” he says, opening his eyes with a smile.
This is a perfect gem of a first time fic.
Does a good job balancing the relationships between these three – and breaks my heart in the process, because Songxiao always will.
I love these two and their doomed relationship so much, and it’s criminal that there are so few vids for them – but this is a beautiful one!
The realization strikes Song Lan like a bolt of lightning: Xiao Xingchen laughs, and he wants with a sudden, stunning desperation to kiss the mirth from his beautiful mouth. How, precisely, he is meant to manage that—that, he has no idea at all.
Song Lan doesn’t like touch. Until he can’t stop thinking of what Xiao Xingchen’s touch would be like. This is gorgeous and perfect.
“No,” Xiao Xingchen bites out, the words like a whipcrack: “You can’t have him.”
He reaches for the resentment that lies buried in his heart, and rips it out into the world.
An absolutely compelling canon-divergence in which Xiao Xingchen goes down the path of demonic cultivation in order to save Song Lan.
Song Lan has been waiting for thousands of years for Xing’s soul to reincarnate, protecting the world from Hell spilling over as best as he could. He waited, he grew tired.
Then a fake priest nearly fell out of a window, and while saving him, Song Lan came face to face with one Chief Xiao.
The perfect Guardian fusion, I only wish this was a million words long…
This is gorgeous – and the lyrics couldn’t be any more perfect for this most tragic of couples.
Every so often, he would naturally find his gaze falling back onto his hunting partner. Song Lan hesitated to use the term ‘cultivation partner’, even mentally. It felt too intimate. They were close, closer than he’d been with anyone before. That twist in his core would haunt him at the oddest moments, like when he’d make a particularly dry remark and Xiao Xingchen would laugh so free and gleeful. And like now, as he watched those warm eyes slip his way and a reassuring smile meant only for him graced those soft features. But, despite their closeness, it still felt like a step further than where they were. A sacred title for those connected on a soul-deep level. Ah, but perhaps he was being too stringent about the terminology.
A lovely peek into Song Lan’s mind.
Song Lan doesn’t care for any of it.
He likes his job, he likes his books, he likes his calligraphy.
He likes his solitude.
All is well.
And then another detective is transferred into their precinct, and Song Lan’s whole world slams out of orbit.
A stunningly crafted modern AU in which all is perfect and nothing hurts.