Xuanxuan Stories

Zhan Xuan x Liu Xuan cheng "ကျန်ရွှမ်း.... ကောက ငါ့မိသားစုပဲ ...."🐰 "လျိုရွှမ်းချန် ... မင်းက ထာဝရ ငါ့အပိုင်ပဲ"🦊

ONGOING ☆ UNEDITED ☆ ENGLISH After years of rebuilding his life, Wang Ziyu finally finds peace in the quiet world he has created for himself. No one knows where he went or what happened to him, except for the one person who never left his side when everything else fell apart. For the longest time, Ziyu believes he will never cross paths with his past again. But he is wrong. Because a new project brings them back together, forcing them to work on the same production. When they meet again, Ziyu expects anger, accusations, and the consequences of a past he has long prepared himself to face. But none of it comes the way he imagined. Instead, he is left with confusion and questions that should have been answered long ago. Can love survive after everything has been broken? And after everything they've been through, will it be enough to bring them back to each other?

In honour of valentine I decided to write a short oneshot for my favourite couple from revenged love. My two babies first love reimagined a little bit. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Revenged love really helped me at a tough time of my life hence the special place it holds for me. it's also my first bl. this is my second fanfic ever. you can check the other revenged love fic on my page. as usual I do not own the picture or the characters or nothing just this fanfic. All credits belong to the original owner

A wish is not a passing thought; it is a seed that fate plants deep in the heart. ‎For Xuan, that seed was planted in a sun-drenched, golden field, years before he knew the devastating price of the wish, or the beautiful, fleeting time he would spend nurturing it. He had always been a solitary boy, practical and driven, but the sight of the other boy, Liu, smiling into the fragile yellow dust, always gave Xuan a quiet, secret hope he didn't know he needed. He drove past the field one last time and missed the sight, unaware that destiny had already arranged their re-meeting.

Shi QingXuan, a simple and innocent boy. He is kind, caring and compassionate. Sometimes he is meschievious and likes teasing people around. His life was as simple as how he was. But after a meeting with a cold and distant guy, who is hot when shirtless, there's thrill everywhere. But it seems that, that guy too has a past which he doesn't want to reveal. Started: 17 February, 2021 Completed: Ongoing

This began-was supposed to begin-as a cold, precise record of my revenge. A logbook. An archive of divine injustices. A place to collect data. Keep focus. Remember what they did to me. And it was, at first. Page one? Names, punishments, strategic updates. Page two? Curses, sightings, celestial movement. Page three? He appeared. Shi Qingxuan. Wind Master. Laughter incarnate. Trouble on legs. The only person in three realms who could walk directly into a deadly trap and call it a picnic. He should've been a minor note. A background risk. Collateral, if necessary. But instead he barged into my plans, smiled at me, and then never left. And now this "vengeance log" is a disaster. Every page since his arrival is just: "Saw him trip over a cat. Tried not to laugh. Failed." "He brought me steamed buns. Said I 'looked peckish.' Noted." "Touched my sleeve. Unclear if intentional. I am compromised." It's not even revenge anymore. It's... feelings. Messy ones. Warm ones. The kind that make my hands shake and my curses misfire. I'm going to burn this entire book. But not yet. Because tomorrow we're going to the market and he wants to buy hairpins "for disguises." He'll drag me into it. I'll let him. And I'll write it down like a fool. So here it is: A failed vengeance log. A war journal turned wind-stained diary. A place to keep the pieces of myself I thought I'd buried under salt and blood. I never meant to feel again. And now I can't stop. -He Xuan

"𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶" Lucas Cheng, a wealthy and spoiled young man, spent most of his life in the States alone, for reasons he barely understands. Now, his mother who left him behind wants him to return to their countryside home, where he meets Zaniel Xuan: his complete opposite, nothing like him. Will they find a love that bridges their differences or a love that becomes the very thing that pushes them apart, leaving only longing and regret in its wake?

❤️"Against the world" means not fighting each other...but choosing each other despite the world's pressure.

--- The sea does not forgive. It swallows. It roars and drags and tears, and it leaves behind bones and salt and silence. He Xuan learned that early. So when the storm passed and the ashes settled, and the corpses of gods still lingered in his memory - he didn't forgive either. He rebuilt himself from ruin. Dressed his pain in armor. Let rage stitch his name back into the world. And still- Still- There were nights he dreamed of wind chimes. --- Shi Qingxuan never stopped listening to the wind. Even when it screamed. Even when it carried the sound of his brother's name like a curse. Even when the wind brought him nothing but reminders of what he let break. He still listened. Because deep in the quiet between gusts and gales, he sometimes thought he heard a voice that never truly left. Not his brother's. His. The man he met in the rain. The ghost who touched him like he was something precious. The monster he betrayed. --- This story doesn't begin with a grand reunion. It doesn't begin with forgiveness. Or soft music. Or second chances. It begins with two people - broken and bitter - who once meant something to each other. And who, despite everything, might still mean more than they should. Even now. Especially now. ---

Zhan Xuan:Liu Xuan Cheng

Two best friends. A thousand meals. One mistake that changes the flavor of everything. Liu Zheng and Zhan Zhi Wei are "The Pair." Since middle school, their lives have been measured in bowls of spicy noodles and late-night food hunt. They are loud, competitive, and completely inseparable. To the rest of the world, they are more than friends, they are brothers. They know each other's favorite spice levels, their loudest snores, and their deepest secrets. Or so they thought. During their final summer before "real life" begins, the plan was simple: a camping trip to the coast, cold beers, and the smell of the ocean. But the sea doesn't follow a script. When a sudden accident in the crashing waves turns a rescue into a desperate, breathless moment of contact, the boundary between them doesn't just blur... Now, the air between them feels different. The jokes are shorter. The silences are longer. In the quiet heat of the summer sun. Is it possible to go back to the way things were once you've tasted the truth? As the salt dries on their skin, they realize that losing their friendship might be the only thing scarier than falling in love.

Zhan Xuan x Liu Xuan Cheng

Enemy to Lover Hate to Love

​"စီနီယာ ကျွန်တော့်ကို ပြန်ချစ်ဖို့ သီချင်းဘယ်နှစ်ပုဒ် ဆိုပြရမလဲဟင်?" ​"မင်း အသံအိုး ပေါက်ထွက်သွားရင်တောင် ငါကတော့ မင်းကို ပြန်ချစ်မှာ မဟုတ်ဘူး"

This began-was supposed to begin-as a cold, precise record of my revenge. A logbook. An archive of divine injustices. A place to collect data. Keep focus. Remember what they did to me. And it was, at first. Page one? Names, punishments, strategic updates. Page two? Curses, sightings, celestial movement. Page three? He appeared. Shi Qingxuan. Wind Master. Laughter incarnate. Trouble on legs. The only person in three realms who could walk directly into a deadly trap and call it a picnic. He should've been a minor note. A background risk. Collateral, if necessary. But instead he barged into my plans, smiled at me, and then never left. And now this "vengeance log" is a disaster. Every page since his arrival is just: "Saw him trip over a cat. Tried not to laugh. Failed." "He brought me steamed buns. Said I 'looked peckish.' Noted." "Touched my sleeve. Unclear if intentional. I am compromised." It's not even revenge anymore. It's... feelings. Messy ones. Warm ones. The kind that make my hands shake and my curses misfire. I'm going to burn this entire book. But not yet. Because tomorrow we're going to the market and he wants to buy hairpins "for disguises." He'll drag me into it. I'll let him. And I'll write it down like a fool. So here it is: A failed vengeance log. A war journal turned wind-stained diary. A place to keep the pieces of myself I thought I'd buried under salt and blood. I never meant to feel again. And now I can't stop. -He Xuan

បងមិនខ្វល់ថាអូនជាមនុស្សបែបណានោះទេ តែបងសុំស្បថ! បងនិងស្រឡាញ់អូន មើលថែរអូន និងការពារអូនដោយជីវិតរបស់បង

အလိမ်အညာလေး တခုပါပဲ။ ဒါပေမယ့်.... ဒီအလိမ်အညာက ငါတို့ရဲ့ ကံကြမ္မာကို ပြောင်းလဲ သွားစေမယ်လို့ မထင်ခဲ့မိဘူး။ ~~~ အလိမျအညာလေး တခုပါပဲ။ ဒါပမေယျ့.... ဒီအလိမျအညာက ငါတို့ရဲ့ ကံကွမ်မာကို ပွောငျးလဲ သှားစမေယျလို့ မထငျခဲ့မိဘူး။

" ရွှိုက်ရွှိုက်... မင်းက ကမ္ဘာကြီးကိုချစ်ပေးဖို့ပဲ တာဝန်ယူပါ။ ကိုယ်ကတော့ မင်းကိုချစ်ပေးဖို့ တာဝန်ယူပါ့မယ် " ~~~ " ရှှိုကျရှှိုကျ... မငျးက ကမ်ဘာကွီးကိုခဈြပေးဖို့ပဲ တာဝနျယူပါ။ ကိုယျကတော့ မငျးကိုခဈြပေးဖို့ တာဝနျယူပါ့မယျ "