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19 days fic rec

Recommending some of my favourite fics cuz why not! (With no particular order! I'm just starting from the first fic I read until the recent one)

I'm Not A Prostitute by traceytries

( E | 137,970 | 21/? )

He Tian and Red become fuckbuddies. This is an excuse for a whole lot of sexy times and the eventual feelings that come with it.

Note: my comfort fic for real❤ ( ch 10, 20 and 21 screaming at me BITCH WHAT COMFORT????) no but seriously, I really love this fic, a great combination of smut, angst and feelings. Would 100% recommend it 👌

nothing's gonna hurt you, baby by powerandpathos

( M | 50,318 | 7/7 )

Guan Shan's father leaves his family for work in New York at the beginning of the First World War — and is never heard from again.

In the autumn of 1928, thirteen years later, Guan Shan makes his own way to lower Manhattan's Little China to find him, with only the name of the man who signed his father's contract.

When he finds himself falling into the world of America's Roaring Twenties and Tong Wars, and everyone he meets is not quite as they seem, finding his father turns out to be much more complicated than he’d thought.

Note: this fic is a novel quality, like God I'm speechless. I love all the 30s vibe I got from this fic. I love everything about this fic. plot, dialogues and characterization everything about it is awesome.

Aphorism by powerandpathos

( E | 124,529 | 38/38 )

Jian Yi fell back into Zhengxi's life as if he had never gone; He Tian wanted Guan Shan in his and for him to never leave. But this isn't middle school, and they are no longer children, and nothing is that simple anymore.

Note: so angsty, so beautiful. A true masterpiece. I really cannot explain with words that how beautiful this fic is. I really loved how peaceful ending was. Just read it you won't regret it.

unstoppable force // immovable object by welcome2atlantis

( M | 78,173 | 9/? )

Mo Guanshan's latest contractual obligation is He Tian, mafia brat and resident pain in the ass. Only, it's less Mo working security, and more Mo playing nanny and trying to out stubborn his client.

Bodyguard!Mo suffers through He Tian's antics and accidentally falls for him in the process.

Note: a funny but also angsty story. I really love the interaction between characters, they really close to the canon (in my opinion) basically he tian is insufferable and guan shan suffers from that 😂 but also guan shan is gay and he tian is sexy and again guan shan suffers from that😂😂 some mental health issues will be discussed in this fic, so be warned if it triggers you.

Still Tripping Over You by AtomicNebula13

( E | 13,733 | 2/2 )

“Little Mo, don't drink anymore.”

The words fall on deaf ears as the slimmer man tries to keep his hold on the bottle but He Tian manages to wrestle it from him, causing some of the liquor to dribble down the redheads chin and neck. Mo stumbles a bit, unsteady on his feet but He Tian's arm wraps around his back to help him regain his balance.

“Stop drinking okay?” He Tian whispers into Mo's ear, knowing that if he doesn't stop him, the other man will most likely get sick. Mo is already sure to have a raging hangover tomorrow.

Bracing himself for harsh words or for Mo to push him away, he is taken aback when Mo clutches onto him, burying his flushed face into He Tian's neck.

Words are slurred out, muffled by his position so He Tian has to hold Mo closer to catch them.

“Chicken dick He... came back?”

Note: a hot, sexy, smuty fic🔥🔥 I'm shamelessly hoping something like this happens in the next Xmas chapter but china's censorship laws...😒 anyway! Just read it, the sex scene is very hot and detailed!

doubtful redemptions by figglypudding

( E | 20,979 | 2/5 )

“I won’t pepper you with personal questions. I won’t offer unsolicited advice or judgment. And I’ll play by your rules.”

His hand slid up from Mo’s wrist to wrap around his angry fist, bringing it towards him until its knuckles rested against his curving mouth. “And in exchange, you'll allow me to show you what it’s like to have a client that actually cares about your pleasure.”

*FORMERLY TITLED these violent delights*

Note: a dark and agsty au. I really love the description of characters, places, surroundings and everything and I'm really curious to know how the relationship between he tian and mo will develop! Please pay attention to tags and author's notes, when I said it's a dark au I really mean it! (Please check out author's other works in 19 days fandom! They are all great, and author has a great talent in writing hot and detailed smut scenes 🔥👌)

Found in Translation by mgsdays (regencyaus)

( T | 11,890 | 1/1 )

They meet on a train, going through a rural area in China. He Tian's feeling disillusioned with his brother and is running from the business meeting he's supposed to be in in Shanghai. That's about the time the hot redhead enters the train car and sits opposite him, murmured 'scuse me falling quietly from his lips.

One problem. Well, two: the guy is on the wrong seat. He Tian knows that he is because He Tian bought out every seat in the train car. He has no way to let the guy know that, considering He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

Which leads to problem two: redhead is breathtaking, fucking beautiful, and has an attitude to boot, and He Tian really, truly needs to make out with him, which will be difficult, considering, yeah, He Tian doesn't speak a word of Chinese besides ni hao and his own name.

He has a few hours on this train. It's going to be a long ride.

Note: so cute and wholesome💞 I was smiling the whole time reading it. I literally laughed when he tian was trying to show mo that they should kiss😂 really loved it!

lanterns on the lake by powerandpathos

( T | 17,760 | 1/1)

‘Will you kiss me?’

He Tian’s mouth opens, and he searches Guan Shan’s face, looking for something. He hasn’t taken a single step forward.

‘You’re really drunk,’ he says eventually.

‘So you won’t.’

‘Ah, fuck. Guan Shan.’ He chuckles without humour and scratches the back of his neck. ‘Listen to yourself—you barely let me touch you in case someone sees and now you want me to kiss you? That doesn’t make sense. It makes me feel a bit used, to be honest.’

Guan Shan pulls on a defiant expression. ‘Do you care?’

‘You won’t like me if I say no, so I’m going to say nothing.’

Note: oh man, wish I could add every fic written by powerandpathos here... this fic is so amazing, so angsty. I nearly fucking cried, I couldn't with all of feelings put in this fic, like, oh my god. Just read it, That's all I have to say.

fire and the flood by fayre

( M | 33,643 | 5/35 )

At this point, Guan Shan is no longer sure if it’s in his nature or if it’s been nurtured by the war.

After all, you can only nurture the best of the best when the world is slowly coming to a fucking end.

or: Pacific Rim AU, in which Guan Shan is a hopeless recruit, He Tian is a legacy more than anyone can handle, and the world is crashing down around their ears faster than they can process. It's a matter of finding something worth fighting for — but their futures are slipping through their fingers with every passing minute.

Note: this is like...my all time favourite au. Just seeing the "Pacific rim au" made me drop whatever I was doing and read this for the rest of day. And now I'm HOOKED and I'm thinking about this fic every day. I Don't know if author has any plans continuing this fic or no so enjoy what there is for now :')

True north by fayre

( M | 34,946 | 4/? )

“Do you think I’ll kill you?”

He Tian swallows. Says, “Not particularly.”

A pause. The night swallows them whole, relentless, and He Tian wishes it’d do a better job at hiding the expression Guan Shan shows him now.

“Do you think I should?” Guan Shan asks him.

“That’s not my decision to make.”

“But it was,” Guan Shan says, voice rough. “That night. I think you should’ve killed me. I think it would’ve been easier.”

And He Tian, staring at the ceiling, his spine digging into the floorboards, and far too aware of those amber eyes piercing him through the dark, says: “I think so, too.”

Note: a shapeshifter, historical fantasy au. I think about this fic every day too :') I'm literally dying to know how the relationship between he tian and guan would develop. Between two enemies who only know how to interact with their claws and arrows.

Vulnerability by powerandpathos

( E | 7,811 | 1/1 )

He Tian and Guan Shan try something new (aka bottom!He Tian)

Note: I know that not everyone are a big fan of bottom!He tian, but if you're like me, like to see he tian in vulnerable and submissive positions, then this fic is for you😈

desecration by fayre

( M | 29,719 | 5/11 )

It couldn’t have meant so little, stardust in the face of planets. It couldn’t have meant so little because, if it did, Guan Shan would no longer be able to recognize himself as the person he became in the aftermath. He’d be hollowed out, stripped of the lessons learned and the perspectives changed like loose threads on a tapestry being pulled apart. He couldn’t bear the thought that all of this — the fighting, the understanding, the falling, the loss, the violent and unceremonious unearthing — had been for nothing.

It was too painful to have been for nothing.

or: seven years later, he tian and jian yi return home. everyone has some healing to do.

Note: forget everything from Xmas special chapters. This is, this is the shit. This is the real angsty shit. That kind of angst that breaks your heart and you can hear the shattering. I have to check the tags every time to make sure it's happy ending😭 ( read everything written by fayre, all of their fics are beautiful and well written)

fairy tales by powerandpathos

( M | 18,001 | 1/1 )

‘You’re looking for a way out,’ he says quietly. ‘You think I’m everythin’ you're not. Free to say what I want, be where I want to be. None of it’s real.’

‘You make it easy to feel like it is.’

Guan Shan nods. Knowing he’s only met Prince He Tian three times, and knowing the truth of it is inexplicable, he says, ‘So do you.’

Note: AHHHH I really love this fic, it's really beautiful🥹💞 Prince!he tian falling in love with guan shan at the first sight. It's a beautiful royalty au.

I hold you, you hold me by Asfodel

( T | 4,434 | 1/1 )

He Tian, tall, handsome, dapper He Tian could be considered great in a lot of areas. People around him praised his manners, his perfect grades, his hand writing was neat, he was athletic, eloquent, charming and self-aware enough to be absurdly confident. Guan Shan would add that he was also excellent at being a pain in the ass.

Sleeping, however, wasn’t his forte.

Or He Tian has nightmares but he also has Guan Shan.

Note: this fic is really beautiful, wholesome and lovely 😭💞💞 it's also very underrated, please go read it, it literally swooned my heart ❤

Aaaand that's all! I wanted to add every fic I've read but it's already getting too long so I added the ones I really, really liked! But please read every fic written by these authors, every each of them are great and talented authors, and they have written great fics for 19 days fandom! Thank you to all authors out there, yall are amazing and I love you😭❤🫂

#19 days #fanfic #19 days fanfic #tianshan #zhanyi

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It started out as allergies. At least that’s what He Tian said when he couldn’t stop sneezing.

When he started sniffling the next day when he went to pick up Guan Shan from work, Guan Shan told him to take some cold medicine, but He Tian just said, “Only idiots catch colds.”

To which Guan Shan replied, “All the more reason for you to take them then.”

Then He Tian started coughing at dinner and Guan Shan had yelled at him to take a flu tablet and go to bed.

“You’re sick, dick head.”

“In more ways than one, baby~” He Tian teases, but the leery effect he wanted to get going was undermined by his stuffy nose and the resounding sneeze that followed. “Fucking allergy season.”

“Disgusting,” Guan Shan sneers with an arm over his face as he hands him a tissue. “And quit calling it an allergy. You never get them even at the height of spring, dickhead.”

“Fucking Beijing pollution then.”

“You were born in Beijing. Pollution is practically your oxygen.” He Tian lets out another sneeze that has Guan Shan cataloguing the medicine cabinet and making a list of what to get from the pharmacy in his head. “You’ve got the flu.”

“Shut the fuck up,” He Tian sniffs and tries to tamper down a cough against his elbow as he reviews the dossier his brother sent him. “I never get sick.”

Annoyed at his stubbornness, Guan Shan decides he wouldn’t be hanging around until He Tian gets his head out of his ass and gets better.

That was over two days ago. Guan Shan gets a text from Jian Yi who heard from Brother Qiu that He Tian looked like death warmed over at the last meeting.

Stubborn fuck.

Guan Shan comes over that night and sees for himself. He Tian greets him at the threshold panting and heavily leaning on the door frame as if the walk there was a trek instead of just a couple of strides. He’s sweating and his eyes are sunken and red rimmed with dark bags underneath.

Yep. Death warmed over was accurate alright.

“Told you ‘m not sick.”

Guan Shan doesn’t say anything, doesn’t comment that he sounds like his sinuses are gonna explode, and doesn’t rise to any of He Tian’s baiting. He just makes a beeline for the kitchen to cook beef stew, watches as He Tian struggles to eat with his lack of appetite, and nods in satisfaction when he eventually finishes a bowl.

(The day He Tian refuses Guan Shan’s cooking will be his last. He’ll always have room for Guan Shan’s food.)

He Tian staggers away from the kitchen on to his bed and Guan Shan only has to count to three before He Tian is taking a nose dive straight to his mattress. He smirks from where he’s looking at He Tian’s knocked out state thinking maybe he might’ve put a little too much pseudoephedrine on his stew but not entirely regretting it.

Guan Shan moves to arrange He Tian under the sheets and in a more comfortable sleeping position. Then he goes to wet a towel in cold water to wipe He Tian’s fever-warm face and arms before rubbing Vicks on his chest to help his congested sinuses. He cleans the kitchen and apartment a little thinking if maybe he should stay before deciding He Tian will be fine for the night and going home.

He comes back to check up on He Tian the next day after his shift is over. When no one answers, he lets himself in and sees that the place is as he left it last night. He Tian is still knocked out cold in his bed.

Guan Shan peers at He Tian and sticks a hand on his forehead. He’s still a bit warm to the touch and a little pale but it seems like he’s sweated off most of his fever at least. Guan Shan goes to fill a basin with water to wipe down He Tian’s fever sweat. He undresses him, taking off his soaked shirt and only hesitating for a second about his pants before thinking ‘Might as well’, wipes him down with the cold towel until his hand doesn’t feel like it’s touching a furnace whenever he lays it on He Tian’s skin. Then he dressed him up with a matching button up pajama top and bottoms before slapping on a fever patch and tucking him back to bed.

All of that and He Tian didn’t even so much as made a sound. Guan Shan is starting to admit to himself that maybe he did use a little too much pseudoephedrine on the stew. Belatedly, he thinks if it was a good idea to mix in flu medicine in it as well.

“Ah, fuck it.” He shrugs as he sprays some disinfectant on his hands (better safe than sorry; he can’t risk getting He Tian’s germs and miss a day of work). What’s done is done. At least it worked to get his fever down. He doesn’t seem to be having any more troubles with his sinuses either. “He’ll thank me later.”

He Tian won’t probably. Instead, he’ll probably leer at Guan Shan as per usual and make quips about him taking advantage of him while he’s in a “vulnerable” state—in quotation marks because He Tian is never really vulnerable in whatever state he is, in Guan Shan’s opinion. Fucking menace.

He Tian’s phone vibrates on his night stand and Guan Shan peers to see He Cheng’s name in the caller ID.

It’s probably important but like hell he’ll answer He Cheng’s call.

Guang Shan nearly spills his basin of water when his phone vibrates with a call and he sees He Cheng’s name in the caller ID.

Holy fucking shit.

Out of sheer terror in knowing not answering is the worse option, Guan Shan puts the basin in the sink and slides his thumb over the screen to pick up the call.

“Hello—”

“You roofied my brother,” came He Cheng’s low flat baritone.

Fuck! They must’ve come in after he left last night or early this morning!

“What—I—” His eyes travels to the bottle of flu medicine in the kitchen counter already opened which confirms it. “Well…he wouldn’t rest otherwise!”

Guan Shan decides to get into defensive mode. What’s He Cheng gonna do? Have him beat up for basically taking care of his stupid brother?

“He was gonna get himself killed walking all sick and shit! Hell! He was gonna kill people by infecting them with his germs! He—”

There’s low laughter on the other end of the line but it wasn’t from He Cheng.

"He drugged your brother. Oh, man. This kid really has guts.” Brother Qiu? “Your brother’s gonna kill him.”

Fuck. He’s right. And the realization that he just drugged a mobster boss’s brother is starting to sink into Guan Shan fast.

“Listen, I—”

"Thank you for taking care of He Tian, Mo Guan Shan. Rest assured you will be compensated.”

“Erm—That’s really not necessa—”

The line was already dead.

Well. At least he knows he’s not gonna get dragged by He Cheng’s goons to get beat up on a remote warehouse somewhere.

He Tian wakes up just as the sun sets. Guan Shan is watching some re-run of a movie in the living room when He Tian stalks over with a dark look on his face.

“You drugged me.” He Tian says, voice flat and inflection less just stating facts. “You drugged me.”

“I—” Guan Shan sits up from his slump on the couch upon seeing thunder on He Tian’s face. “Look! I was just—”

“You fucking roofied me.”

“It wasn’t roofy, you di—!”

“Jesus, Guan Shan. You put enough drugs to knock out an elephant. What was it? NyQuill?”

“It’s just some generic shit from the corner pharmacy.” As if Guan Shan has the money to spend on branded shit. “Had to crush and put in some flu tablets as well. You wouldn’t have taken them otherwise.”

“Fucking hell.” He Tian sighs, putting a hand to his face and sounding like he doesn’t know whether to laugh or be annoyed. “You know, you don’t have to date-rape drug me to get your way with me, right?”

"Chicken dick! That is not what—”

“But thanks.”

He Tian plops on the couch over him, burying his face in Guan Shan’s chest. Guan Shan only puts up a token protest at the sudden weight before sighing and sinking back in the cushions with He Tian’s still warmer than normal body on top of him. He shifts to re-arrange their bodies so they’re both comfortable and not half hanging on the couch. He Tian grunts at being jostled and Guang Shan’s hand instinctivley comes up to stroke at his hair to soothe.

“We’re gonna have to fumigate your bed at this point,” Guan Shan comments idly. He Tian had let his germs and sick fester and it would’ve probably mutated in some new strand of disease if Guan Shan hadn’t done what he did. "Fucking hell, Tian.”

“Burn it, shred it, toss the whole damn thing out, I don’t care.” He Tian wounds his arms around Guan Shan’s waist, nuzzling his face needily on his chest. “I’ve got myself the best bed here anyway.”

“Don’t treat me like a mattress and don’t fucking get your snot on me or I swear to god."

A half-hearted threat that He Tian knows Guan Shan would not go through if only because he doesn’t push him away and the hand stroking his hair hasn’t stopped.

“Can you eat? You haven’t had anything all day and you need something in you before drinking the meds again.”

“Mm. Later.”

“Okay.”

Guan Shan drapes the throw-over blanket they keep on the couch over them, making sure He Tian is covered up to his shoulders. He puts a palm on He Tian’s forehead and neck to check for his temperature and sighs in relief when he deems it’s gone down enough that he can just sleep it off.

He Tian falls asleep to the low sound of the TV, the steady staccato beats of Guan Shan’s heart, long fingers making soothing motions through his scalp, warm and safe, and already knowing he’ll wake up feeling better.

#19 days #tianshan #fanfic #19 days fanfic

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