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After traumatic experiences sometimes all you need is a big hug from your husband and a good talk. But when your husband is Zhao Yunlan, who's filled with mischief to the brim, the talk turns into a pillow fight.

Zhao Yunlan attends a very specific support group for a very specific problem. He may have misunderstood the group's purpose.

“Who are you?”
He pushed himself up from the ground and looked around. The landscape was desolate and there was some sort of cracked pillar next to him. There was a man there too, looking tired and wearing robes.
“Didi?”
“What?”
“Don’t you- Don’t you remember me?”
“Would I be asking you if I did?”

"My dear, I'll keep holding on to the hope that I will be able to hold you through the night once again."
A knight and a lord fell in love and now they have to spend a year apart. Shen Wei has a lot of feelings to be shared.

...or just a knight au nobody asked for.

Zhu Hong has a standard response when people are surprised by her relationship with Li Qian.

A drabble inspired by china_shop's lovely fic, "like sunlight on scales"

POV: you left your husband and cat alone with the kite for ten minutes

Zhao Yunlan convinces Shen Wei to take the summer term off.

Zhao Yunlan accidentally buys a painting imbued with dark energy.

A sudden pulling feeling stuns him. It is not physical, as if it is...pulling something in the air. Shen Wei blinks confusedly at the puppet.

It blinks back at him. 

Instead of falling asleep, Shen Wei gets to experience the millennia of longing, year after a lonely year.

Four times Guo Changcheng solved the mystery of Professor Shen and one time everyone else did.

Red Pocket Prompt Fest 2023 and Guardian Bingo 2023 fill

“My still so dear Yunlan,

Once again I woke up thinking about writing to you. I've been trying for a long time, but the words escape me, as if there isn't all this chaos inside me about you. As if I don't have words for all the things that are gone. And for those things that still could be something beautiful.

***
For Shen Wei, for the pain in his chest that hadn't ceased since Zhao Yunlan left, it didn't need a long speech, a long argument. He didn't need much more than that oblivion which, for him, meant forgiveness. Anything else would just be superfluous.

"Quiet," his Lordship commands, and the room falls silent. His finger settles under Chu Shuzhi's chin to tilt his head up, his gaze heavy on Chu Shuzhi, his eyes dark as a storm underneath the mask. "This one isn't mine to discipline anymore," he says coldly, causing a victorious murmur among the crowd.

Chu Shuzhi doesn't flinch. He doesn't move at all. He has to remind himself to breathe.

There's only a fraction of a second to decide.

Shen Wei, in between falling from the roof as Professor Shen and reappearing as the Black-Cloaked Envoy.

It is getting closer to him.

Dark energy is not entirely dark. There is a spark of blue and glimmering white in the blast.

The blast.

Zhao Yunlan's body entirely freezes. He needs to move out of the way but his body is not responding to his mind.

The blast is getting closer to him, to the point that even if he moved, it would still hit him badly. Zhao Yunlan closes his eyes, waiting for it to come. That would hurt so much.  

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