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Shen Wei stands under the dim glow of the lanterns and waits, as he has done every time since Hell was new and the road underneath him a trodden trail in yellow dirt.

That’s the problem—everyone survived. It should feel like a success. Zhao Yunlan cannot fathom having to learn to live with the best possible outcome.

And yet.

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Or: Zhao Yunlan buys a house, fistfights a teenager, and learns to live with his trauma.

“You’re late,” he hears before his foot can hit the last step.

“Apologies, didi. I did notify you.”

Even though his eyes have already become accustomed to the dark, his brother’s form still eludes him.

“You’re still late,” Ye Zun snarls from the darkness.

“I can only apologise,” Shen Wei says, keeping his voice low and even. Ye Zun is already agitated. It would not do to anger him further.

“No, gege,” Ye Zun growls from behind him, “you can do far more than that.”

Chu Shuzhi’s wings are full of dust and dried leaves.

Shen Wei should've known not to trust Zhao Yunlan when he said he wanted to go grocery shopping with him. Alas. He wanted to spend more time with his beloved and didn't think to question it. Shen Wei has to take drastic measures to save his sanity, but now, Dixing's fashion sense (and Shen Wei's dignity) are under threat instead, and it's all his own fault! If only he'd told Zhao Yunlan to stay home...

(AKA, the long-awaited Cereal Crocs fic)

The Black Cloacked Envoy let's the criminal in white go all the time. Zhao Yunlan is intrigued.

Is that too much filling? It looks like too much filling.

Or: a triple drabble about dumplings.

It seemed like a good idea to Zhao Yunlan at the time. Take a job as a life drawing model, observe the students, try to figure out if one of them murdered the previous art professor.

Get paid to sit on a chair, basically. Piece of cake, right?

Well.

As if handling glass when it was anything but delicate, Zhao Yunlan cradled it in both hands removing from the cardboard box and bubble wrap. It was lighter than expected not that he could pin point why he thought it would be heavy in the first place. But those thoughts were fleeting, difficult to hold onto in the face of the sheer panic twisting it's way through his stomach at what it could mean. He stared almost entranced and unable to look away from the empty eye holes of the mask in his hands.
The familiar, ornate, black and silver mask.
If the mask was here, then where was Hei Pao Shi?

Zhao Yunlan is absolutely divine as she comes undone.

Musicvideo fan fiction! Has the promise which was made by Chen Yiming in season 2 come true that next time it would not take 10.000 years again for them to meet? Please finish season 2 before you start with this one.

It's not entirely clear whether Kunlun knows Dixingren hair language - this leads to some confusion on Shen Wei's part.

Lin Jing is hunting for a lost machine of Professor Ouyang's, while Guo Changcheng hears from newfound cousins. What could possibly go wrong?

“Lanlan!” 

I’m fine, she says or at least tries to. That’s not quite what makes it out of her mouth. It sounds more like a sob than anything else.

Ye Zun, naturally, does not look very assured by this. “It’s ok,” she says, sounding a little freaked out. Zhao Yunlan vaguely wishes that she was in a state to comfort her. “That was just my sibling. Shen Wei. They wouldn’t have hurt you. They’re -” 

“My ex,” Zhao Yunlan hears herself say. “Shen Wei is my ex.” 

“You are too warm for an illusion,” Bai Qi informs Jing Ran, because well, illusions should have some standards. They should adhere to certain rules and this outrageous crossing of real and unreal is very unwelcome.

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Companion piece to a lovely Jing Ran/Bai Qi art, link inside

" Thank you, Xiao Bai, for coming here. I thanked many people on the stage but I couldn't thank the one that I treasure most, you. Thank you Bai Yu for always being there for me, even when I was at my worse. One day, I promise you, we will be able to hold hands, hug, and kiss without hiding, and one day I will be able to thank you in front of everyone, and show them my love for you. Thank you, Bai Yu. I love you." 

Da Qing watches what the men do and isn't sure what fairy lights are for or if he likes them. Zhao Yunlan hates lies and the marks of what was gone are still on him. But he only hates 'real lies' and luckily, Wu Xie is a bad liar.

“Hey, here’s a whacky question for you.”

“We need to kill Zhao Yunlan,” Ye Xiuyan said. Her eyes were gleaming with something that might be sleep deprivation and might be murder.

“Let me help you,” Kunlun said, and Shen Wei could only look at the floor, wishing desperately for his mask and he fought against the blush in his cheeks.