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The Black-Cloaked Envoy had brought her to a boarding house.

(The Mirror Girl in Dixing.)

"I...went to bed at the dormitory?" Zhao Yunlan says hesitantly, like even he was not so sure himself.

"Zhao Yunlan...you don't live in a dormitory." A gorgeous woman with red lipstick and slightly above-shoulder-length hair tells him with a frown.

"I- what?" Zhao Yunlan blinks at them in confusion, looking back at Da Qing with urgency.

Da Qing's mouth parted slightly, staring at him with wide eyes, completely deep in thought.

Oh...Zhao Yunlan thinks he may know what happened.

"I...lost my memory, didn't I?" Zhao Yunlan looks around and the silence from everyone is enough of a confirmation on its own.

Most Dixingren living in Dragon City know him as Lan-gege, the guy who one of the first welcomed them in this unfamiliar realm and helped them get their bearings. Zhao Yunlan is very careful about keeping his identities separate, but it's all useless when the Black Cloak Envoy appears just as he is trying to evacuate a newly-manifested Dixingren from under the SID's nose.

Shen Wei closes his eyes.

Shen Wei turns to him, calm, devastatingly hot, and so adult he makes Zhao Yunlan feel about fifteen. Fifteen and desperate.

“Compensation?”

“Absolutely,” says Zhao Yunlan. “Whatever you want.”

OR: Zhao Yunlan vs cooking.

After Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan find each other and their way home, the two Rays think about Fraser. I’m afraid the outcome is spoiled by the title. But at least it’s short. The fic, I mean. The title is kinda mid length I guess.

(This time the summary was written under the influence.)

Special Note: This story involves Guo Changcheng and Chu Shuzhi watching Love Between Fairy and Devil. As such, there will be LBFAD spoilers in case people want to skip for this reason! :heartheartheart:

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Chu Shuzhi was going through the laborious task of matching report dates to timestamps on photographs and it wasn’t going well. He was mid-shuffle between three reports and six different pictures when the shadow of movement caught his attention.

The chore of matching was irritating enough that he couldn’t deny the faint relief he felt when he paused mid-shuffle to see who approached his desk.

“Chu-ge.” Guo Changcheng greeted when he was close enough. “Are we still going to get some dinner after our shift?”

Shen Wei's hands are cold. Fortunately, Zhao Yunlan has a plan to warm them up.

Shen Wei does not know what surprises him more, the pink sweater or the star-shaped pink hairclips on Zhao Yunlan's hair. Both, he thinks.

A Guardian Secret Santa Logic Grid Puzzle

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.