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Zhao Yunlan wakes up because something's amiss. The flat is too quiet. There's no movement, no one's breath but his own. Shen Wei has disappeared on him again.

Zhu Jiu would do anything for the Boss. Poring through boring ancient documents included.

The Hallows draw in Ye Zun, consume his body and his power and his screams.

Shen Wei cannot fail his little brother again. “Whatever you do,” Kunlun had said, “don’t regret it.”

Shen Wei takes one final look at the sunlit world around him, and dives into the whirlpool that stole his brother.

“Eh, Lao Zhao, you’re going back there? I thought you didn’t—” Da Qing had started, words rolling off his mouth as soon as he had stepped next to Zhao Yunlan going over the case files on the main table and taken a look at the photographs. His sentence had only gotten cut off by the warning of Zhao Yunlan’s hand coming up at lightning speed to smack him on the head.

“You’ve been to this place before?” Shen Wei asked, his voice carefully level.

Before Da Qing could say anything else and get him into more trouble, Zhao Yunlan said, “I went there a couple of times when I was in university.” He tried to smile reassuringly and waved a hand in front of his face in a dismissing gesture. “Y’know, young adult finally allowed to have kinky sex and all that.”

Zhu Hong is about to join the SID, but before she goes, she has a conversation with Ya Qing.

Once upon a time, a family found each other in different times and loved each other through all of them. Believing in each other made them believe in themselves, and believing in themselves saved the world.

Now they're determined to enjoy it.

Zhao Yunlan wakes up feeling like he'd been burned to ashes. It's hot, and nauseating. Not even mentioning the terrible headache.

But he got no time to worry about any of that. Because he has more important things to do. Way more important. Like punching the hell out of the biggest idiot he'd ever known that wears glasses and sleeve garters.

And maybe, possibly, changes everything. For a better outcome.

My Guardian Reverse Exchange 2020 contribution: 36 (+61) icons

Trobadora gave me ten prompts, which I all tried to fill as best I could.

podfic of Jo_Lasalle's story

A story in which Zhao Yunlan is good at paperwork, Shen Wei is an unreliable borrower of clothes, and the Black Cloaked Envoy needs better occupational health and safety provisions.

1-minute vid exercise for the challenge to play with lyrics and typography.

How I hope to have forever to spend
This life, no—all future lives
Right here in this world with you

“I loved Kunlun’s long hair,” Shen Wei said with a fond expression. “I touched it so much that one day, he taught me how to braid it.”
“Huh,” said Zhao Yunlan. “Did he, now?”
OR
Zhao Yunlan discovers the merits of having long hair.

For the 520 Guardian Exchange, prompt: WeiLan + Switchblade by LP

The first time that damn lunatic shows up at one of their crime scenes, Zhao Yunlan doesn't really pay him any mind.

“Let us always meet each other with a smile, for the smile is the beginning of love.” –Mother Teresa
It's a cold night but Kunlun's smile feels warmer than his fur, Shen Wei thinks.