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What has Zhao Yunlan done now?! For a prompt over on Dreamwidth.

When he’s covered in warm blood with still pulsing innards in his hands and sharp teeth, there’s a sick thrill, a wild energy that courses through him that nothing else can compare to. It’s his nature, in the end, and Shen Wei can only fight it because he accepts that these urges exist inside of him. He pushes it all down, further and further, wraps it up in the guise of the pristine as a clean sheet of paper professor, as the noble and stern guardian Ghost Slayer, as the beautiful boyfriend that Zhao Yunlan loves to pamper and coo over.

This is a podfic of "Black Cloak Reversed" by kyrilu.

Author's summary: Chief Zhao is a little too friendly with the Black-Cloaked Envoy. The members of the SID worry that he's being emotionally disloyal to Professor Shen.

Working through some Black-Robed Envoy feelings.

It was in moments like this that Yunlan does not mind sinking.

“With all due respect,” Changcheng says, “you aren’t my chief.”

Or, Guo Changcheng and what comes after the world is saved

Being buried alive is not a fun time.

Or, Shen Wei returns to Haixing after a ten thousand year absence.

"You can't have a future with him, if you can't trust him."

Sometimes he is afraid of all the time he's left to spend.

Zhang Shi takes stock of his new life.

Portrait of BB Shen Wei. This only makes sense if you have seen episodes 35-36.

Zhu Yilong is feeling very down after his New Year performance on Mango TV, and he dreams of having Bai Yu's comfort. Little does he know, Bai YU plans to meet him, albeit in a very unexpected manner.

A thousand thanks to @mynameisnemo for painstakingly betaing through this without warning and making a lot of corrections. https://archiveofourown.org/users/mynameisnemo/pseuds/mynameisnemo

When bromance isn't a good enough word to describe that flirty, sexy, steamy relationship they've got.

The Hallows correct a wrong.

Novatardis' prompt

They were best friends. They were musicians.
1930’s ~ 1940’s
Then war happened.
Now Shen Wei is an anti-war activist and Yunlan is a spy.

'I'm not dumb,’ Zhao Yunlan says. He puts his right hand around Shen Wei's bicep, indulges his curiosity, squeezes gently. As he suspected, there's hard muscle under the rich fabric. Shen Wei hadn't been damaged by a fall from the roof, hadn't even been ruffled by Wang Yike's attack; he's letting Yunlan touch him now, but he doesn't have to.

He crowds closer still, keeps his hand lingering on Shen Wei's arm.

'I know humans, Prof,’ he says. 'And you're not one.’

Their hands, he thought, fit perfectly together.