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something something Guo Changcheng wants to be impressive to Chu Shuzhi something something he f's it up royally and now Chu Shuzhi's pissed

Zhao Yunlan couldn’t remember a time in his life before he started having the Dreams.

As he leant out of the window wincing at the inevitable paperwork if the new recruit was hurt on the first day on the job, he scanned the area and his eyes landed on an impossible sight. He froze, his whole being now completely focused on the figure down below. It couldn't be. Surely it must be a mistake.

The figure turned and their eyes locked. Chestnut brown to deep fathomless black.

Xiao Wei

I thought I Dreamed you

Zhao Yunlan snags a seat at the back of the lecture hall with about seven seconds to spare. Perfect timing, he thinks — by which he means that Shen Wei can only shoot him a sharp, curious glance from the front of the room before he clears his throat and has to begin class.

Or, Zhao Yunlan swings by Shen Wei's class to ask a question.

Soft and cozy winter kiss.

Guo Changcheng celebrates his first Valentine's at the SID

Set the morning after Guo Changcheng's date debacle. He and Chu Shuzi enter the office to some very suspicious coworkers.

Five (failed) attempts by Zhao Yunlan to gain access to Professor Shen's classes, and one in which Shen Wei finally gives in to his boyfriend's foolish desire.

In which Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei dual culivate resulting in a whiney pregnant Yunlan and first time father panicking Shen Wei as they navigate the pregnancy together.

OR

"It had been intended as a joke; Zhao Yunlan had merely meant to tease Shen Wei between bouts of sickness. But the two little lines showed up stronger than he had seen in any sitcom and for some reason Zhao Yunlan began to doubt that his stomach had turned as the result of an off shoot of his father’s previous assault on his gut with ice-cream as child. No, this was not the work of frozen dairy treats.

The Soul Executing Emissary had actually gone and knocked him up."

This is a collection for all the danmei memes I have posted on Tumblr…

“What the hell,” Zhao Yunlan said flatly when he woke up and saw the time. It wasn’t a question; he had a feeling he knew exactly what had happened, and the unimpressed looking cat staring at him from the middle of the kitchen told him his hunch was correct. He very clearly remembered setting an alarm when he finally dropped into bed sometime in the early hours of the morning. If it hadn’t gone off, then —

“I should have been fed hours ago,” Daqing said, his eyes unblinking in his whiskered face. “What are you trying to do, starve me?”

Or, Daqing tries to take care of Zhao Yunlan in his own way.

"I want to hide you away and hold you every day."

Or: The Ghost King enjoys kissing a totally normal amount.

A confession Guo Changcheng style

Chu Shuzhi is prone to cold, Guo Changhcheng intends to do something about it

Chu Shuzhi has always been curious about powers beyond what he should mess with. The thick, blazing merits of his colleague have been seeming tasty lately.

The New Year rings in with another chaotic work gathering and the possibility of new feelings stirring among colleagues.

A little snippet of what may or may not have gone through the Corpse King's mind at the end of Book 3

Lin Jing teases the Corpse King. Xiou-Guo fantasizes about gardening. Zhu Hong is done with office romance.

The dating rumor spread quick and Daqing took it upon himself to talk to the new couple

Zhao Yunlan liked how it was between them. He knew the romantic feelings he felt when he started dating someone was different than how he felt with Lin Jing. His best friend. The one he trusted the most in this world… and the one he happened to have casual sex with whenever he wasn’t in a relationship.
One statement, though, and he had Lin Jing reevaluating all of that.
Over the years, what had started as a mix of curiosity and mutual trust to experience and enjoy pleasure, had become a form of affection that was unique to them - their sex didn't start in bed and didn't end in the aftercare. There was more to that, a seemingly unbreakable friendship that had not been shaken by Zhao Yunlan's other relationships, but had been strengthened by their duties in the Department, by the multiple times they had entrusted their lives to each other.
Regardless of whether their feelings for each other were named or remained just the silent understanding between them, it was good enough. Most of the time.

“Yunlan,” Shen Wei said, the admonition at complete odds with the rasp in his voice and the way his hips stuttered up into Zhao Yunlan’s, “you still have forms to sign.” He nodded at Zhao Yunlan’s desk beside them, where there was indeed a stack of papers, only half read, that had been left there by Wang Zheng the night before.

In response, Zhao Yunlan pressed a string of kisses against the line of Shen Wei’s jaw, each one leading inevitably to the next. While Shen Wei was distracted, he moved one hand, the heel pressing against where Shen Wei strained hard against the seam of his pants.

Or, Shen Wei pays a visit to Zhao Yunlan at work. Zhao Yunlan proceeds to get exactly...no work done.