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Zhao Yunlan wakes up covered in a cold sweat and a sharp nausea twisting in his belly. He can't make his legs work right, so he crawls to the bathroom. He hugs the toilet bowl, holding himself up by sheer force of will as he wretches into it.

There were times in the middle of the night when Chu Shuzhi caught a chill. He thought maybe it was a sense memory of all those nights spent freezing on a cold and hard prison floor.

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Chu Shuzhi had no idea how much the new SID recruit would change his life.

When Chu Shuzhi finds out that Guo Changcheng has never been on a vacation, he decides that just won't do. After getting their personal time off approved and flying both of them out to London, Chu Shuzhi realizes that their time off together is making him feel things. Except he wonders if those feelings are new, or if he's just been ignoring them all this time.

"Let them go, and I'll do what you want," Zhao Yunlan says. His voice wavers a little, but he ignores it. He tilts his chin up a little, trying to look determined, staring defiantly into the dark. Staring at the thing he can't see, waiting in the dark.

What if things didn't quite go the way it originally did? What if Shen Wei wasn't as alone as he thought he was?

Shen Wei had lived for over 10,000 years: searching, waiting, learning, and keeping the peace. Throughout that time he lost himself a little bit and was just going through the motions as the Envoy and dedicating his time as a Professor to his students. Especially the one Dixing student he had saved that now insisted Shen Wei was a savior to them all. Every thing was fine until he came across a corpse, a student hanging from a cord, and a familiar face in a window.

A re-write of Guardian with Shen Wei whump and Zhao Yunlan paying closer attention and stubbornly insisting on taking care of Shen Wei. Also a new take on the Hallows, what if they got annoyed at the unsuccessful time loops and decided to help out a bit by giving Shen Wei premonitions? What of all those close calls SID had were only close calls because Shen Wei knew they were going to happen before it actually occurred?

**Author's Note** Chapters 1-5 were rewritten and updated, published with Chapter 6 on 4/30/2022.

The Haixing Inspectorate requires its departments to participate in community outreach. The SID has a... creative solution.

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“Okay.” Zhao Yunlan rubs his hands together and looks at his team. “Let’s scare the shit out of some civilians.”

The SID has a prisoner in their basement.

Existence- the fact or state of living or having objective reality. The state of being alive.

Here exists a collection of drabbles and one shots for our beloved Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei from Guardian, made lovingly by Priest. Beloved and revered by many, including this fanfic author who now spirals deeper into the rabbit hole of their relationship.

Halloween is not an event that members of the SID participate in. In fairness, it’s not an especially big celebration in Haixing, so no one even notices the date on the calendar.

At least until Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng walk into the office.

Zhao Yunlan swallows dryly, trying to get some moisture into his mouth. The cracks in his dry lips sting at the movement, and he feels something wet against his lip that's probably blood. He sucks at his lip and tastes copper for a moment. He's tired and cold and so, so thirsty and there isn't much room to feel much of anything else anymore. The fear and embarrassment are still trying to cling on, tugging at his gut occasionally, but he's too tired to really care about any of that anymore.

Zhao Yunlan stares up at the stupidly cloudless sky. He should move into the shade. They're running out of fresh water and lying in the sun is hardly helping him not get dehydrated. Or unnecessarily sunburned. Or possibly just blinded by the bright midday sun. But the sand under him feels kind of comfortable right now, and he doesn't really feel much like moving.

"Will someone tell me where my model is?" he sang out in a tone of utmost reason and understanding while Chu Shuzhi speedwalked out the door growling into a phone. "I thought Runway magazine was supposed to be a professional operation. Are we planning to shoot a rack of clothes with no model?"

Zhao Yunlan, chief editor of Runway, should not be spending any full day of fashion week locked in a studio, preventing the March cover shoot with Chu Shuzhi's new line from turning into a disaster, but there's no rest for the wicked. Lucky for him, the solution for all his problems may have just walked in the door. And if that solution has a face like Shen Wei's, Zhao Yunlan isn't leaving again until he gets to talk to this man for real.

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"Don't you think that's enough, didi? Zhao Yunlan's jaw will be sore by now," Shen Wei says. Zhao Yunlan thinks he can hear a hint of worried reproach in the tone of his voice, but mostly he sounds fondly amused.