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Zhao Yunlan expects him to turn around and reveal his back, but instead, Shen Wei just withdraws a single step and blinks at him. And then his belt...moves. Except that it isn’t a belt, it’s a smooth cord wrapped around his waist, dark and slowly unwinding. It slides down Shen Wei’s thigh before curling out to the side, long and tapering to a fine point.

“Is that...a tail?”

Gege is dying and Ye Zun has no power to heal. He has enough power to tear this world apart, but he can't stop his brother from dying. The little god is almost easy to catch. He doesn't need anyone remarkable, any healing is better than none. He only needs enough for gege to live, time will take care of the rest.

Ye Zun wants to collar Da Qing. Maybe.

That's it. The title is the video. It's just.

6 straight minutes of video clips of Shen Wei smiling set to a song. Lovely, shy, adorable smiles, tragically heart-breaking ones, and everything in between.

This character really did break my heart into little bits and pieces, but man, was it worth every moment.

Music: I Giorni by Ludovico Einaudi

A collection of daily drabbles (100-words) from October.

Separated by pairing and fandom.

Shen Wei and the SID return to Dixing, a month after the battle.

After a minute Zhu Yilong tried again and said with the same smile plastered over her face: “Let’s go inside at least. I don’t want anyone seeing us like this here. You know how paparazzis are these days.” She reminded her sweetheart lovingly and caressed her head. With a grumble Bai Yu let go of her Long-jie and let out a huff.

“I don’t mind who sees us. Let the world know that I have the most beautiful girlfriend on this planet. No, in this universe!” Bai Yu exclaimed while gesturing with her hands towards Zhu Yilong, who started blushing violently.

Da Qing's relationship with Shen Wei could be summed up in a sentence that he had uttered many times throughout the years.
"In my defense: It was Shen Wei's idea."

Sequel to Foundations from Rubble; prequel to From the Slums of Midgar.

Shen Wei comes home from Dixing, exhausted, and Zhao Yunlan has to figure out how to get him to rest.

Zhao Yunlan came very close to dying, he knows that. He remembers Shen Wei getting in between him and the rogue Dixingren and—then there's nothing more until he's waking up in the SID lab, with a giant black cat resting its head on his chest. Trying to pinpoint the exact species of cat is not on the forefront of his mind.

He bites down on his lip hard enough to bleed and stays quiet. His body jerks every time the whip bites into his back.

// It had been four weeks since Shen Wei had woken in an unfamiliar place, finding out that he would never stand on his two own two feet again. One moment he had been walking back to the university after his lunch break, same as he did every day; the next a small boy was running into the road, right into the path of a bus.

// After such a serious head injury, he was lucky to be alive. Next to that, the loss of his sight seemed trivial. Besides, Zhao Yunlan wasn’t afraid of a little challenge.
So what if he couldn’t check people out anymore, now he had the perfect excuse to feel them up and find out first hand if they were hot.
He could work with that.

Ten thousand years ago, the Hallows imprisoned Ye Zun in the Sky Pillar - but not alone.

“Speaking of characters in someone else’s story—” Zhao Yunlan slouched back in Professor Shen’s visitor’s chair and tapped the calligraphy brush thoughtfully against his crossed leg. “—I’ve been thinking about the Black-Cloaked Envoy.”