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“What are you looking at? I did that for her own good. How dare she try to poach someone from Kunlun-jun? I’m astounded that the idea even crossed her mind.” Chu Shuzhi stuffed Guo Changcheng into the car, then he stretched out his long legs.

“Drive,” he ordered, “Take me home first.”

And Guo Changcheng, face flushing and heart throbbing, took him home.

Except.

Their night doesn’t end there.

(A somewhat smutty what-if for the second bonus story in Guardian’s volume 3)

Shen Wei rises from the ocean in hopes of soaking in the sun. Another dragon comes into his life and begins flirting with him relentlessly. Shen Wei does not know what to do and that was the scariest part of it; their encounters and Zhao Yunlan’s ambition to make him his.

“I haven't seen you around here before,” Zhao Yunlan said with a toothy grin. “a little elusive?”

“I am from the sea,” he replied instead. “You shouldn't flaunt your feathers so readily.”

“Oh? Why do you think so?”

“It is inappropriate.”

Shen Wei simply wanted to help out. He had the best of intentions.

He hadn’t intended to sneak away with anything, much less Zhao Yunlan's shirt.

Just a little place to put my danmei thoughts. Every chapter title is a different topic, commentary, review, or tribute. Many chapters will simply be drabbles or short stories inspired by art or the source material. Sometimes Artificial Intelligent Art will be used. I will always label this clearly.

After each puzzling death, the Black-Cloaked Envoy appears, a tall lithesome form who bends to touch dead skin, to feel the resonance of his people there. These deaths are caused by Dixingren somehow, he affirms. Zhao Yunlan watches him, as he always does. The long, fine-boned stretch of his hands. The flash of his uncovered throat inside the gloaming of his hood, like a birch tree in the dark. The Black-Cloaked Envoy’s eyes fall to his, sometimes, when they talk. Zhao Yunlan can feel the weight of his gaze.

OR: Zhao Yunlan is the last victim of SID's latest case: a Dixingren whose power is to amplify the heart's desire a hundred-fold.

Zhao Yunlan couldn’t help but flirt with Shen Wei 10,000 years ago. He hadn’t meant to, but he couldn’t control who he was nor resist the younger, more delicate version of the man he was already head over heels for. He realized too late it being his own doing making Shen Wei fall in love with Kunlun and himself in the future. He wouldn’t think twice of giving Shen Wei the whole world, anything to make him happy, but he knows how this part of the story ends so what he wants to give most must be withheld. Only for a time though.

"What is Shen Wei's current location?" At the Marshal's question, Zhu Hong took a moment longer to look at him.
"Does he even leave the basement lab?”
"Inform him that I'm coming down. I want Wang Zheng here in the command room. Lin Jing, you will monitor the reactivation." Zhao Yunlan finished the last few words as the door to the room closed behind him.
“Reactivation,” Lin Jing quickly moved to another chair, to execute the commands on the system that Zhao Yunlan had been looking at before leaving. "As if that thing was ever actually activated... Hong-jie, tell me the Marshal isn't about to do something suicidal..."
Zhu Hong sighed heavily. She always knew that there would never be time for a proper goodbye and the words she had never said.
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Now with Cover Art!

Under the moonlight, Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei engage in some light BDSM, exploring the depths of their relationship. Delving deeper into the night, Zhao Yunlan skillfully teases and explores Shen Wei's body, and the night culminates in an intimate and intense experience.

For days, Zhao Yunlan would return to where that specific landscape was and spend some time observing it. Shen Wei wondered what was wrong with that painting, but did not voice his questions. Eventually, his husband would say something about it. It wasn't as if Zhao Yunlan knew how to remain silent for long.
But as he paused once more in front of the painting, there was a certain nostalgia tinged with resignation in his gaze. "The last time we passed this waterfall, I already knew that I would not see my little beauty become a great beauty..."

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Stand-alone
This fic has Art

It's the little things that get to him the most; the way he rubs his neck, the way he leans, indolent, on anything and everything, the way he quirks his head to the side when he's thinking.

An alternative take on how Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan meet.

Yes, it's in a gay bar.

For the bonus round of Guardian Bingo, the first round being Pride. It's also one of my first works within the fandom, so I hope you enjoy!

Zhao Yunlan couldn't stand it. “Go on Shen Wei,” his voice was low. Hell, he didn't know he could sound so fucking desperate and thirsty like this. “Show me how you exercise.”

Edit (9/14/24): Fixed the grammar, the punctuations, and added in additional dialogue!

Deep in the forest, there is a forgotten shrine.

It should remain forgotten.

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for Guardian Bingo Bonus Round Prompt 'Swelter'

The reflection in the transparent glass, is it really real?

Nothing just winter. And Wang Zheng and Sang Zan in love.

The roaming love in the warm winter.

There was no point in coming home early, just as there was no point in going home at all. Now, alone there, Zhao Yunlan thought about that and how he had been so angry about the situation for so long that he hadn't even tried to figure out how his spouse's embrace and kiss felt.
His spouse. Not anymore.
He was gone away.
Not because he said he wanted to leave, but because Zhao Yunlan had told him to go. He had told Shen Wei that that damn deal between their families was stupid and that Shen Wei should go away and have his own life, because here, where he hadn't chosen to be, he would never have anything to call happiness. But now Zhao Yunlan wondered if he might not have tried to find some happiness with the spouse who was once his. Perhaps it was his fault more than anyone else's for all the tears he had seen Shen Wei shed.
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*This fic has Art!
*All the fics in this series are stand-alone

How many times had Shen Wei stopped to listen to music in the streets and alleys of that city? How many times had he chosen to sit for coffee in a place where he could hear the musicians playing? And enhance that nostalgia a little more with poetic melody.
In the remaining light of the sunset, the face of a man Shen Wei had never seen and who was at the same time the most familiar thing he had encountered in weeks - or perhaps months - was framed by windblown hair and adorned with a welcoming smile that felt like home.