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Da Qing had the worst hangover known to Cat: his body ached, his mouth felt glued shut, and his stomach was roiling as if he had a hairball.

Zhao Yunlan's paperwork can wait.

Zhao Yunlan is Shen Wei's plus one.

When, Shen Wei wonders, did the urge to touch, to hold, become this altered, rawer desire?

The Envoy takes Sha Ya and Hua Yuzhu back to Dixing, only to find hostile streets and a palace overtaken by rebels. They tell him to flee, and he does… but at the Lord Night’s pillar, he rages. The result may or may not be an amnesiac Ye Zun, one who claims no memory of the last ten thousand years and no Dixing abilities at all.

Shen Wei finds himself forced to choose between his brother and his home. No matter which path he takes, the SID will have to deal with the consequences.

The year has passed and things are going well for Chef Shen, but times and demands are changing.

Somewhere along the line, Shen Wei had picked up the power to come with someone else's cock.

Shen Wei is on official business.

Zhao Yunlan was in charge of an elite team, which had been hired to safeguard the lives of a group of Professors in search of a lost archaeologist, in Mount Kunlun, but as they entered the forbidden mountains, they found more than old bones and ancient history... They found a world beyond their imagination.

A Weilan adventure story. The English is bad, but the story will interest you. Give it a try. I don't own Guardian, because it belongs to Priest.

Post-shower Zhao Yunlan.

Domesticity and kissing.

Zhao Yunlan and the time paradox.

Zhao Yunlan takes a calculated risk.

Shen Wei is observant, and Zhao Yunlan knows it.

for Tandell's prompt: Shen Wei as Ravenclaw headboy and Yunlan as Gryffindor Quidditch captain. They also wrote a wonderful fic for the same prompt.

Zhao Yunlan only meant to tease Shen Wei. It... backfires.

“Shen Wei. What are you doing here?” Zhao Yunlan was sprawled behind his desk in a haze of addictive substances. His jaw was clenched, eyes bleak and angry. Shen Wei judged by the air quality and his demeanour that he’d already gone through half a packet of cigarettes and probably emptied half the wine bottle he was gripping so tightly by its neck.

Shen Wei will memorise Zhao Yunlan, will map him the same way that he maps the constellations, so that someday he may find his way home