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It almost sounds like blasphemy; neither of them has ever had a problem with that.

Added New Story in Ch.2 :) unrelated to Ch.1

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

Thousands of zhang under the Huangquan, Lin Jing wasn't dead. Even his senses, which had been lost, were no longer missing. Not even the wounded spots on his body remained injured. The familiar face was not familiar at all, nor was the voice. Gui Mian hadn't introduce himself properly, but Lin Jing had heard the secretive whispers in the Netherworld.
The Fake Monk should have been terrified to death. But there were too many things distracting him from that.

Or - What happens in the meantime when Gui Mian kidnaps Lin Jing.

Wei watches Shen San sleep.

Zhu Hong glares down at the workbook in front of her, trying to untangle the equation on the page through sheer force of will alone. It is raining today, so the light shining through the glass doors of her father's apothecary is grey and feeble. The glare of the fluorescent lights inside are giving her a headache — or maybe that's just the homework.

Why do humans have to learn these stupid things? Back in the Snake Tribe lands, they were taught useful things, like how to identify and grow medicinal plants, how to fight off vengeful ghosts, and of course, cultivation. What are math equations supposed to do for them, anyway? It's not like you can eat them or use them to reach a higher plane of existence.

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In which Zhu Hong moves to Dragon City, makes a friend, and ends up fighting monsters with a bunch of dorky humans.

Part of my Sailor Moon AU.

Zhao Yunlan has caught a cold, and the only cure is Shen Wei’s blood. Or his cock. Or both. Best to try both, just to be safe!

"You promised," Shen Wei says, and Zhao Yunlan almost sighs in relief. "No more self-sacrificing."

"Well…it's kind of my job," Zhao Yunlan says, aiming for joking, and then wishes he'd bitten his tongue. Shen Wei's fingers tighten on the knife, and then let go, and it falls to the board with a clatter.

"It is not your job to sacrifice yourself for me," he says sharply, turning abruptly in Zhao Yunlan's hold. His eyes, when they meet Zhao Yunlan's, are aglow with something Zhao Yunlan can hardly even put a name to.

Or, Zhao Yunlan reassures Shen Wei.

Zhao Yunlan notices Shen Wei's focus is on him when he's putting something in his mouth.

After coming into contact with a strange odor causes Shen Wei to temporarily lose his rationality he instinctively seeks out Zhao Yunlan. But the man in his embrace feels so good against him, and smells so sweet...

Although Mianmian existed under different conditions now, it didn’t mean he would let go of (most of) his obsessions and settle with a Buddhist cultivator, of all people. Still, there he was, quietly breathing the scent of incense lit under a Buddha statue, barefoot and dressed in one of Lin Jing's loose white t-shirts and simple cotton pants, observing the starry sky through the open balcony door slowly turning into a cloudy sky, while his (maybe) partner was (supposedly) meditating, sitting on the living room rug.
He could handle 'that' - his own mind. Not like before, when he couldn’t even see how much he had lost himself in the blurry line between the truth of all that unfairness and the tricks of his flawed heart.

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei had a fight. And this is the aftermath of it. With lots of realizations, and lots of memories.

Aftermath of the fight that they had in Lost

Wu Xie was never invited to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. Directions for him to stay away had been issued by his second uncle, his lover, his ex-boyfriend the Guardian of humanity's immortal souls, and a fellow former employee of Warehouse 11. Pangzi acknowledged this would cause trouble, and Pangzi's word was gold, as the expert on all Trouble starting with Tianzhen. Wu Xie was less invited than resentful fairies at a princess's birthday party.

But what is being uninvited but a chance to be a surprise?

Pangzi hissed to Wu Xie out of the side of his mouth, "I thought Jia Sidao put Consort Li's head in a gold box."

"Grandfather said he found it, and it was a lacquer box. You know how stories change. Anyway, it was cursed, so the family couldn't hold on to it, and I don't think Zhang Da Fo-ye had even thought of the warehouse yet, so Grandfather made a deal with some shady-sounding exorcist from the…" Wu Xie looked up slowly as Zhao Yunlan cleared his throat and smiled. "…Ershu called you the Lord Guardian? The same as this Guardian Order my grandfather was working with?"

"That's what I always liked about you. Cute and smart."

(...) with no concern for their surroundings, he wrapped his arms around the black-cloaked figure, who was feared and revered by all, and pulled him into a hug. In a hoarse rasp, he said, “Just come home.”

(Volume 3, Chapter 6)

The story of how Chu Shuzhi and Guo Chagncheng finally did something about their wierd feelings.

It was a new day at SID. Everything was more or less the same as it ever was. Chu Shuzhi wanted to pay his debt to Guo Changcheng. He'd done what he had to do to keep Guo Changcheng where he was meant to be. Guo Changcheng would bleed himself dry to save someone else. Repayment could start with one small gesture.

Zhao Yunlan wants to be drank from too.

Continuation of 'The Guardian', the Chinese drama series...

Zhao YunLan lives his new life as the wick of the guardian lantern. Every day, he burnt mercilessly inside the lamp so that he can provide a better life for the DiXing people.

Until one day, an unusually beautiful comet passing him. Zhao YunLan recklessly makes wishes, which are brought into reality.

But what going to happen if every wish has its consequence?

Maybe none of that happened. Maybe they're both in the hut, or in Dragon City, and Zhao Yunlan is not actually dying at the bottom of some mountain in the middle of nowhere.

"Fine, you work and I'll just do this—" Zhao Yunlan continues to unbutton the shirt, and then lies down with his face in Shen Wei's lap, pressing his forehead against Shen Wei's bare stomach. "You're so cold. This is heaven."