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Da Qing has a bone to pick with Shen Wei.

Zhao Yunlan gets a job offer he's a bit too curious to say no to, even if he never really planned on working for the government. Mostly because he never saw why the government would want a mostly useless historian. He didn't expect his new job to involve quite so much actual time travel.

“My soulmate died,” Guo Changcheng says softly. “That’s what they say, at least. What the burn mark means.” He looks up in quiet despair. “It’s true, isn’t it?”

Chu Shuzhi feels his own scarred mark flare up, like it’s burning all over again. A scorching reminder of what he’s done and what he’s lost.

“Yes,” he says hoarsely. “It’s true.”

“I think they’re doing okay.” Guo Changcheng spoke as he and Chu Shuzhi stepped outside and away from the noise and busyness of the SID bullpen.

Chu Shuzhi gave a vague sort of grunt. “They could be better.”

Guo Changcheng grinned, “Well, sure, but they’re still learning, and none of them fainted, right? That’s something.”

Which earned another noise from Chu Shuzhi, but Guo Changcheng could see one side of the other man’s mouth twitching upward.

The god Kunlun is as old as the mountain range that bears his name, if not older. Or so the villagers say. He was here before any people were, as eternal as the mountains — moreso, in truth. The mountains might change, but Kunlun remains Kunlun.

"I, your wise and unbelievably handsome elder, want to impart a very simple and infinitely useful bit of knowledge.”

“I’m waiting,” Zhao Yunlan said dryly.

Prompt fills for Guardian Bingo

Zhao Yunlan is gone, Shen Wei is gone, the portals seem to be closed forever, and the surviving SID are coping, over a year and a half later when the phone starts ringing

Zhao Yunlan is the prince of Haixing. Though his father is kind of a douchebag, he also has great friends, a comfortable life and the people of the kingdom who love him with all their heart. And though he likes taking long rides in the forest, he - of course - never met a dragon before. Nobody has for a long time now. People don’t even really believe in them anymore, they only exist in fairy tales and in the imagination of little kids. Or so thought Zhao Yunlan. But meeting a mysterious man with a black cloak turns everything upside down.

Yè Zūn decides to see if he can figure out what his twin sees in the SID.

Zhao Yunlan sits up abruptly in bed, and hisses sharply at how it makes his sore body twinge. The noise from the kitchen pauses for the briefest of seconds before restarting, somehow more carefully deliberate than before. The smell isn’t his imagination. There is someone cooking real food in his kitchen, right now.

Or, Zhao Yunlan's one night stand makes himself at home.

When he comes to, the man is still there – but Gege isn't.

Or, Ye Zun, from the cliff to the fall.

The story of an agent and an artist in a chaotic time. No matter how much they want to distrust each other, circumstances force them to cooperate. No matter how much they want to trust each other, circumstances force them apart. It all really comes down to being able to see through the deception these two men fill their entire lives with.
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Lin Nansheng dislikes and distrusts Yang Xiuxian from their very first meeting, only very shortly after Chen Moqun brings him to Shanghai. Chen Moqun describes him as the most talented forger in this entire city, a note of pride in an otherwise matter-of-fact tone.

“I’m an artist, Lao-Chen,” Yang Xiuxian complains. “That sort of thing is far behind me.”

Yang Xiuxian’s greatest charm, in Lin Nansheng’s eyes, had been those brief moments where he didn’t seem like he wanted anything. A brief moment of clumsiness and joy which had seemed momentarily endearing. Of course, that feeling had dissipated once the sleaziness had reappeared.

That is what "Xu Liwen" must be, Lin Nansheng decides. That clumsiness, that joy, that excitement to show something of oneself to another person… That is the most seemingly truthful. And because it is truthful, it will be charming.

Shen Wei removes his mask. The soft brush of air against his cheeks still feels unnatural, but he hopes the gesture will signal this is an unofficial exchange, between friends. “Da Qing, it’s not that I don’t trust him. He’s a great man. But something strange is going on.”

Talking to the kittens in the park, Da Qing comes to a decision. Whatever he may remember, he's still a cat.

Lin Jing wisely plays along. "O Great Cat," the computer geek wails dramatically. "Not the Lao Zhao gossip! We are your humble servants, and your tales bring the light to our miserable lives."

"That's more like it," Da Qing sniffs then grins. "So, wanna know what I saw yesterday?"

Shen Wei endures a great ordeal to get Ye Zun a plush dragon.

Shen Wei, from the mountains. Perfectly serviceable for the lost child that had appeared before the Alliance soldiers, determined to find his brother. The Black-Cloaked Envoy. Even more appropriate for the dark, mythic figure, the Alliance’s awe and fear in equal measure.

He’d wondered idly sometimes, which one would appear on his soulmate. Shen Wei? Or Hei Pao Shi?

And then of course, Kunlun dropped into his life.

The mating rituals and other idiocracies of SID

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'Suits' prompt for the Guardian Bingo

Shen Wei’s own body is a shield between didi and any of the night’s predators that might come through the narrow opening. Be it an owl or a larger dragon or just the bitter wind, Shen Wei won’t let any of them lay a claw on his didi.