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A moment of peace so exquisite even Zhao Yunlan surrenders to it - how can he not, with Shen Wei and Da Qing right there with him?

With the help of a few students and a very dedicated IT department representatives, Shen Wei became a bit flummoxed, but proud owner of ‘Haixing Questions Corner’ email box. With his signature being set as ‘Ghost of Dixing’; (‘to make people feel more at ease’, the nice student told him even though Shen Wei had seen nothing especially friendly about ghosts exactly), and with his personal computer reinforced to withstand Shen Wei’s powers existing in its general vicinity, he was ready to help.

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The Agony Aunt!SW fic that I'm using for Dixing/Difu fill for the Guardian Bingo

After centuries two souls meet again. Yet one of them has to regain his memory.
Started this musicvideo project on season 2 of Guardian.
Of course it is fanmade. Continuing story.
Alternate modern universe.

Wei’s dogged pursuit of Kunlun leads to the debauching he deserves.

Shen Wei approaches him holding a dish towel, making as if to take the menace from him. “Don’t come close,” Zhao Yunlan warns, only half-joking. He’d sworn in his wedding vows to protect him, and that promise covers the gamut of threats from self-martyrdom to tiny kittens who seem to be composed primarily of knives.

Or: Da Qing finds some kittens on a rainy night. Three millennia-old beings fuss over them.

“I’ve always been here. I was simply… Asleep. Up there, in the mountain,” Kunlun raised his finger to point at the mountain peak ahead of them.
“Why did you wake up?” the Black Brother asked, and Kunlun smiled at him.
”I was needed.”
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Guardian Bingo fill for 'Hope' prompt

Shen Wei sits stunned, a foreign heat creeping up his neck as he stares at this small, shameless creature.

Prompt for Guardian show.

Shen Wei has found himself the fixer for a major warlord’s favorite hit-man. Though he’s watched the man he loves be reborn into countless lives, this is one of the few times he’s allowed himself the joy and agony of close proximity.

“If I could bring you as much joy as you gave me from the barest touch of your lips, I would be satisfied.”

“Wish I could stay,” Shen Wei says slowly, staring as Zhao Yunlan begins casually doing up his buttons. The tailored shirt lets him feel every brush of his fingers, almost hot through the fine fabric. “I have, um.”

Or: Zhao Yunlan helps Shen Wei get dressed for work. It’s a bit horny and a bit tender. That’s it, that’s the fic.

It's one night. Two men. The pleasure of one's company (among other things) sold to the highest bidder, who's looking forward to the planned culmination of the evening - provided they can survive the foreplay.

What would have happened if Ye Zun hadn't died that day in the palace, if neither of them had?
Ye Zun gets a second chance, to find himself, to find peace, to find love, and maybe also a purpose.

Shen Wei was granted a chance to save Zhao Yunlan. He succeeded.
From a distant place, the lonely god smiles. Maybe, one day, the one he loves most will also return.

(This is a short epilogue to Marron's fic - an ending to Kunlun's story. A short text with Art.)

It was a stormy day when Kunlun arrived in Deng Lin, shortly after beginning his travels on the mainland. Lady Nuwa had been surprisingly unconcerned when he had announced his plans, declaring it a good opportunity to learn about the mortal realm — well, either that, or she had decided to disinherit him and realized this was her perfect chance.

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The "Silver Millennium" prequel to my Sailor Moon AU, or, a xianxia AU where I make a soup out of Chinese mythology and all the canons.