Iâve expanded and updated my 19 Days chapter summaries once more, and itâs helpful for anyone whoâs wondering, âWhat chapter is it whereâŚâÂ
Colors show chapters that make up a day: a series of green entries, for example, shows a single day, and then thereâs a change of color for the next day. Flash forwards (adult-ish scenes) or special chapters are in white. The date when each chapter was posted is also listed.
Old Xian posted 13 chapters advancing the main story in 2025. These 13 chapters cover one single day and a few hours of the next morning. There were a bunch of special chapters, merch releases, and single drawings as well.
okay I'm curious. if you feel like it, reblog this post with your top five all-time blorbos. not your latest blorbos, but the ones you've had the most persistent and irreversible brainrot about over the years
Credits to @mopillow for making the edit that gave me the idea. Thank you for lending it to me friend đ¤˛đźâ¤ď¸â𩹠Check her edits, sheâs a lovely human and Iâve been laughing to tears because of her memes lately.
It really is crazy how if you mention you write fanfiction with people outside fandom, they're always like "you should change the names and try to sell it." It misses the point (fun), but more importantly to me, I get slightly (and I know irrationally) insulted on a craft letter. Excuse me, my fanfic is entwined with the canon, thank you very much. I wish sometimes less entwined. You wouldn't believe the stupid bullshit some of my fics have to include because of canon.
i've been rummaging through my old drafts and found this little thing i wrote the same day this chapter came out <3 (more than two years ago w h a t)
if you happen to read this, i hope you enjoy it!
When He Tianâs eyes open to pitch-darkness, he can only feel two things: Guan Shanâs hedgehog hair tickling his nose and the cold numbness prickling across the skin of his bandaged hand. The whole of him feels misaligned, as if something inside shifted during sleep and never clicked back into place. Where obscurity would usually send him spiraling into the grip of whatever personal nightmare chose to haunt him, its silence now leaves room for the desperation and fear to recede and for the memory of the crazy string of events that led them here to come drifting back to him.
Just hours ago, his mind had been consumed with two things: Guan Shanâs safety, and tearing She Li out of the quiet, fragile patch of peace he and Guan Shan had somehow begun to build. A peace so muted and sparse, they hadnât noticed it growing until it was already under threat.
Fewer hours ago, there had been only one thought left in his head: Guan Shan, Guan Shan, Guan Shan. The world had receded without protest, minutes stretching wide and unhurried as they got lost in each other. It had been just one kiss, but as soon as their lips met, Guan Shan showed a kind of courage so rareânot the bluster he wore like armor when pushing people awayâ that it would have been a crime not to see it as the treasure it really was. He Tian had poured everything into the moment, tracing every soft exhale, every hitch in breath, every detail; the scent of his skin, the heat of his mouth, the gentleness neither of them felt they had the words to name.
When they separated, out of breath after what felt like an eternity, Guan Shan looked at him as if, for the first time in his life, he had climbed over the walls that encased his hurt and landed on his feet, instead of breaking into pieces. For the split heartbeat that display of faint hope stunned He Tian into silence, those impossibly sharp eyes, pupils now soft and unfocused, washed in a haze of colour that is the most alluring he has ever seen.
He Tian can only hope that whatever his eyes mirrored in that moment honored even a fraction of what he was given. Seeing as Guan Shan now lies beside him, back turned and exposed, maybe it did.
Heâs sure as fuck banking everything on Guan Shan believing in him, because what waits ahead is a fall without wings, and theyâre already leaning over the edge.
Now that the shadow eating away at Guan Shanâs life has been dispelled, the two are melting into the mattress, tension bleeding out one exhalation at a time. He Tian craves giving himself up to this sweet reprieve. And yet, a bell tolls in his mind, each sound signalling this unbelievable night's retreat.
A creak in the hallway. Pipes groaning like an old manâs knees. A truck grinding gears out on the road. The quiet snick of the front door closing. Ms. Mo, kind as ever, doesnât want to disrupt their slumber, even when she must be up at an ungodly hour to make it to an early shift.
Every sound stings the silence with one message: Timeâs almost up, He Tian.
He shifts, slowly, careful not to wake Guan Shan. The hand that still aches is useless, so he props himself up with the other, watching the curve of Guan Shanâs spine rise and fall beneath the sheet. Thereâs a tiny, pale scar near his nose that He Tian doesnât remember seeing before. The blemish beckons him to commit it to memory: another marked page to come back to when sleep wonât come and he needs to remember who it all is forâeverything heâs done, everything heâll give.
When he convinces himself he's sated, he lies back down, buries his face into the pillow he knows Guan Shan fluffed up for him when he thought he wasnât looking. He sinks into the terribly inviting warmth of the body beside him, hoping to drown in it, if only to quiet his own thoughts. In the end, he can barely soak in it, but still, heâs grateful. Grateful he gets to touch him like this: just the barest glide of his fingertips over slightly overgrown red hair, a vulnerable nape, vertebrae pressing through a thin T-shirt.
By the time the shy daylight begins to brush over their bodies, He Tian finds himself wishing for once that the night could stay, holding this moment in place forever.
I myself have been falling behind in 19 days fics and there are soooo many good ones out there to list, but here are a few! âď¸
If you donât, I wonâtâbut if you do, please wait for me by emperorandsun â if you havenât checked out emperorandsunâs work out yet, then I highly suggest you do. I personally really enjoy their writing. They have a few fics out that are all worth reading!
Flirtingâs not a crime (unless you do it without me) by divine_otter â this is an older one that is sadly unfinished that I reread recently. This is another author I like and this fic is so fun, even unfinished.
Dream of me by MyaMyuMyo â another unfinished fic but Iâm so fascinated by this premise. I wonât give up hope that this author will continue so everyone go read it and leave comments haha
Then just two old favorites I always find myself coming back to. âď¸
Fire and flood by fayre â an old one but the number of times Iâve reread these first few chapters borders on worrisome. But of course check out all of Fayreâs fics, sheâs fantastic.
Nothing left to give by Elaine (LumCheng) - Iâll never shut up about this fic. Thereâs a good reason why.
And finally a plug for one of my own fics. âď¸
The Heart of a Star. This is my personal favorite fic that Iâve written. Itâs a fluff piece and not very spicy but it makes me happy.
I second everything @synthsamuri listed, especially The Heart of a Star. I feel like this fic doesn't get the attention it deserves and it's a fun and heartwarming story full of magic. It's like a perfect bedtime story or something to read on a rainy day.
Honestly, all her fics are just amazing and I can't recommend them enough!
Other fics I wanna recommend, which are ongoing as far as I know (tho the updates might be slow):
Little Bit of Lead by Asfodel
summary: Itâs always a gamble when he returns from his travels, a game of russian roulette but as long as Guan Shan agrees to play, He Tian will take the hits. He doesnât fear the lead.
Open the door (it'll make you feel better) by Anonymous
summary: After years, Jian Yi and He Tian are back. Mo Guanshan should be thrilled that he and Zhan Zhengxi are finally getting what they've wanted. But four years is a long time, and Mo's not the same kid he used to be. With more secrets and scars than before, Mo isn't sure he can forget the past, let alone try to move past it towards a future.
titsay
blakekathryn
kaledo-art
origamiaround
kianamaiart
