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He’s still wary of the Dixingren in his team, but the SID is facing criminals with superpowers, and he has to fight fire with fire. Not much use if his flamethrower is just a zippo, though.

There was no such thing as 'loving too much'. He was sure that he could always love Shen Wei a little more every day. For all the love Shen Wei had been deprived of for millennia. Kunlun would have lived just to love him, if that had been possible.

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Stand-alone.
This fic has Art.

“This is my choice. I trust you.”

That was the magic spell that severed whatever leash His Honor kept his passion on.

"They're-they're monsters!"

So he truly hadn't even been able to distinguish the ghosts from the Dixingren, when neither wished to reveal themselves.

"And? You were happy enough to attempt to extract their powers," Zhao Yunlan said coldly. He was glaring, and though he too was still fully in his human form, Shen Wei could faintly feel the rumble of mountains in the echo of his voice.

Or: What if the underworld was just as real in Haixing and Dixing as it was in the Guardian novel 'verse? What if Haixing scientists were foolish enough to meddle with it?

An opened-mouth kiss presses on his neck. The smooth silk of the black cloak brushes against Zhao Yunlan's sweaty naked body. That lewd image they making sends a small shiver down his body, directed straight to his cock.

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The first thought Zhao Yunlan has when he realizes he isn’t burning is that someone heard his desperate pleas, and he’s finally been granted oblivion.
His second thought is that oblivion is breezier than he expected, and smells a lot like old grass clippings.
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Zhao Yunlan wakes from the guardian lantern to find himself in the not-so-distant past. It's nothing he expected, and better than he deserves. Regardless, a chance is a chance; this time, he's making sure everyone makes it out alive-- no matter what it takes.

"I think I told you to quit smoking about ten years ago," Shen Wei breathed warmly against his husband's cheek, "And then I forgot to say it again." His tone was so soft and pleasant, Zhao Yunlan only laughed quietly.
"It can't kill me anymore."
"It's still a bad habit.”
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UPDATE: Art was reuploaded in better quality

This fic is a stand-alone.

Stumbling across him, incredible, powerful, inimitable, in this disreputable bar entertaining a drunken crowd, it must be fate.

Shen Wei meets someone he knows but who doesn't know him. Kunlun was born as a slave, and he is very, very pretty. Shen Wei struggles with the temptation he can't simply escape because leaving him in this situation is not an option.

"Where is Hei Lao Ge?" Zhao Yunlan asks the guard as he has gone around the camp looking for Shen Wei for half an hour without a trace of him.

"Hei Lao-? Oh, you meant Hei Pao Shi Daren? I saw him heading into the forest an hour ago, my Lord." The guard bows at him, gesturing towards the forest direction.

Sitting in the armchair by the window, he turned the page of the book, paying attention to the notes that the previous owner had made on the edges. It was curious to him how one could get to know a person just by reading what they chose to highlight and comment on in the text of a work. Shen Wei had several books that had once belonged to that same person. It was like an intimate friend he had never met. Maybe that person was already dead, but that thought didn't make Shen Wei sad or happy. It was just the fortune of being human. Shen Wei didn't know if that fortune now also belonged to him. After all, part of him was human too.

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Stand-alone

Shen Wei, building a life.

Shen Wei sleeps next to Zhao Yunlan.

Shen Wei sleeps next to Zhao Yunlan.

Podfic of Sleep by tinypinkmouse.

Guo Changcheng has an idea he wants to try out. Chu Shuzhi and Ye Huo go along with it.