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“Are you the evil god from the poem?” Zhao Yunlan asked even though he knew the answer already. Had known for a while, even. Their night together was but the final proof.

A collection of drabble / short fics about chuguo (Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng), published on tumblr as p-inkgangstaring.

...of having a sincere conversation about your emotions.

Post-canon (non-specific fixit), Lin Jing has some feelings about a certain request Shen Wei made of him that day in Dixing.
They talk about it.

Unfortunately for [Lin Jing], the professor was good at clocking when someone was hiding something. He'd had an awful lot of practice, after all.

“Lin Jing?" [Shen Wei] prompted, after an awkward silence in which Lin Jing's hastily constructed bullshit failed to even reach his mouth. "Is everything alright?”

“Haha,” Lin Jing said, nervously, feeling very much like the human embodiment of the sweat-drop emoji. “You know, I just realised it’s not actually that important, so—”

Professor Shen gave him a look. He was good at those, too. At least it was a Professor Shen look, rather than a Heipaoshi look.

“Why don’t you come inside?” He suggested, mildly.

“The Sun and Moon are eternal enemies.”
“The Moon follows the Sun to vanquish it and take its place.”
People talk. Humans like to make up stories and legends; they like to weave tales that tame the reality around them, and the Moon doesn’t begrudge them that. He is not concerned about them in any way, whether they praise his beauty and cold light or curse his name for chasing their beloved Sun away, the Moon takes it all in stride.

There was a harsh scrape of wood. A small, sharp sound. Then a barely audible intake of breath. A gasp.

Shen Wei’s body jolted ever so slightly.
 

Zhao Yunlan's head snapped up.

Local Interviewer asks Shen Wei, "What is love?"

Zhao Yunlan laughs. “What you must think of me, Shen-jiaoshou.” He reaches into his jacket and produces a black leather wallet. Which turns out to hold a badge, and an ID card.

“You’re a policeman?” says Shen Wei, shocked.

“A director of police, actually,” replies Zhao Yunlan. “Usually I would’ve sent one of my staff, but we’re short-handed at the moment, and this really can’t wait. Shen-jiaoshou, we suspect one or more of your students may be involved in manufacturing drugs off-campus. I want to find out who it is. Do you have any ideas?”

(Guardian tv show) Zhao Yunlan’s POV — The Moment That Started Ten Thousand Years of Longing

Provocation becomes surrender when Zhao Yunlan moves in with Shen Wei—and discovers just how dark, devoted, and demanding love can be...

(Guardian novel) A Kunlun × Shen Wei power-reversal one-shot

During the SID’s interrogation of Shen Wei, in episode 4, Zhao Yunlan sends Da Qing in to take a turn.

Zhao Yunlan grins, knowing exactly where his mind went, and seizes the opportunity. He starts to wipe the milk with the side of his thumb, never breaking eye contact with Shen Wei as he brings it to his mouth.

A dimensional accident sends Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng to a dimension of reality in which the SID has a branch in Ye City in the 1930s.

Our heroes find that they have multiple mysteries to solve: Who is behind the killings that left ghosts scattered on the city streets? Who is the figure that the ghosts spotted running toward the crime scene? And how are Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng going to get back home?

Beta by TODS.

The man had a great body. That was just a fact. Zhao Yunlan was comfortable in his sexuality to normally admit such things, but this was Lin Jing they were talking about. They were coworkers. He was annoying too, something Zhao Yunlan was reminded of almost every time the man opened his mouth. Also, Zhao Yunlan would bet extra bonuses for the entire department that if Lin Jing was at all interested in any sort of hook up (which Zhao Yunlan definitely didn’t want), that the man would be a top. Zhao Yunlan knew what he liked and when he was younger he had his own share of awkward make outs that lead nowhere because of realized incompatible preferences. He did not need to relive those moments now, especially not with Lin Jing. He’d trust his gaydar on this one.
To Zhao Yunlan's panic, Zhu Hong didn't seem willing to let it go and just watch him be grumpy and frustrated over something he didn't want to do anything about. She took it as a personal mission.
The hardest part was perhaps how oblivious Lin Jing was to all of this. Especially when they had a murder case that always happened on Halloween, and now it was approaching again.

The Guardian Lantern has always fascinated Shen Wei deeply.

[Some tragedies might have been destined from the beginning but once a promise is made, even mountains must move.]

In his conclusion, he was truly inadequate, not because he was unworthy. It was just that he didn't understand the value, until he finally saw someone with a heart. He now lived in the light of that, in the soothing presence of that someone. Two and a half years had passed, and it had been a long time since he'd left.
Of the habits Gui Mian had acquired after he admitted to himself that he, in fact, lived in that place, perhaps the ones that seemed simplest to the eye were the ones that held the greatest meaning.

*This story can be read as either Stand Alone or a Sequel to the previous fics in this Series

After all things ended and began again, Gui Mian was left to find where he fit in a world that was different from the one he had been born into. Stumbling upon Lin Jing halfway had not been planned, but what did he expect if he continued walking around Longcheng after all?
He wasn't surprised when Lin Jing approached instead of running away. Fearless. And a liar. Pretending to be scared when he wasn’t.
Gui Mian kind of liked it. The pretense. And the way Lin Jing would smile at him when they talked, that was sincere.

Sometimes Lin Jing would stare at Zhao Yunlan's empty shoulder, unavoidable reflections occurring to him. And although he himself possessed all the soulfires, he also felt something essential was missing.
There was so much dust and dark water from the Wangchuan spreading everywhere, forming black mud when they pooled. There were still echoing screams and crashes here and there, from what was yet to break and fall.
Returning there, with a mere human body, was a very high risk. It required more foolishness than courage.
If enlightenment is individual, is it rebellion to make it two souls instead?

The peaceful years that had already passed with the shade of that tree sheltering his naps were beginning to be hard to count to Shen San. Six or nine or more, but it still felt like he hadn’t spent enough time with Wei.
"Well, it's not like one lifetime, until old age, is enough anyway," he chuckled to himself as he sat down on the wooden platform that stretched across the front of the hut.

"Xiao Guo thought it would be a good idea for me to learn more about your world through modern movies. Lin Jing is definitely not helping by choosing sci-fi and horror," Ye Zun said.
"Look," Lin Jing began, offended. "To start with, if you think about what we've been through, sci-fi and horror are pretty realistic, too."
"I don't know who I'll stand on that one..." Xiao Guo confessed.