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No-one has ever looked at him like Kunlun looks at him.

Or, Shen Wei, and a study in desire.

"Zhao Yunlan sends a quick text over to Jia Jia to make sure they made it back to the university okay. He is glad he could convince the students to leave their professor behind. It was more difficult than he thought; they seem really attached to him. They only agreed to leave after Zhao Yunlan promised he would wait for Shen Wei. He never said he would wait for him at the cabin."

An alternate take on episode 11, after Shen Wei wakes up the next day from drinking alcohol. Zhao Yunlan hatches a plan to catch Shen Wei in the act as Hei Pao Shi. All it will take is some breaking and entering and patience.

"I want to ask something of you," the Lord Envoy had said.

Zhao Yunlan is a morning person. Shen Wei... is not.

Zhao Yunlan gets home from work and is welcomed by the delicious smell of food and a soothing hummed melody. He gets home from work to the love of his life making dinner and humming their children to sleep.

Sequel to Sworn to Protect the Innocent. Shameless, self-indulgent fluff, that’s it, that’s the fic. And again, Shen Wei with babies.

"I want to watch you orgasm," is not what Zhao Yunlan expects to hear over the breakfast table. Definitely not from Ye Zun.

A month has passed since large energy readings around the city set alarms off at the SID and Lin Jing had called him. While extremely unorthodox, Shen Wei values Lin Jing's input as he would any peer in his field. So when he had explained that the energy readings were not dark energy at all, but something else, Shen Wei had joined their investigation.

"I want to watch you orgasm," is not what Zhao Yunlan expects to hear over the breakfast table. Definitely not from Ye Zun.

Podfic of How To Strengthen Family Bonds by tinypinkmouse.

Shen Wei is hit by a virus made to target Dixingren. It starts by making him dizzy and by the time he finishes classes for the day he's burning a fever as his body tries to fight back the infection. The timing couldn’t be worse either. With a Dixingren with the ability to make mazes of any building trapping the SID and Shen Wei’s condition deteriorating by the hour, will they make it out in time?

The Black Cloaked Envoy learns a lesson on vulnerability and letting your friends comfort you.

“Human, Yashou, Dixingren…are all full of trickery, betrayal, forsaking…This world is filthy! So I’ll remake it, from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low.”

Yezun gets his wish.

“That was a long time ago and I have stopped this practice for a reason,” Fusheng's creator replies in that perfectly controlled way of his. Fusheng’s panicked mind is flooded with hopeful relief – so maybe he does have some older, less than ideal brothers, maybe Bai Qi didn’t succeed on the first try, but he’s stopped after Fusheng. He’s stopped because he didn’t need anyone after Fusheng. This was fine.
The cursed investor keeps on talking.
“Ah, yes, I remember. The original found out,” he remarks, his words cutting like knives aimed at Bai Qi.
Fusheng feels them burrow in his own heart instead.

Zhao Yunlan sees something beyond her wildest horny dreams.

“Shen Wei,” Kunlun interrupted, “anything you think is worth showing me, I’ll be glad to see.”

Behind his mask, Shen Wei blushed, glad that Kunlun hadn’t stolen it away immediately, as he usually did when they were alone.

Shen Wei has had long hair as long as Cheng Xinyan has known him. She's surprised - and perhaps a little dismayed - when he mentions wanting to cut it.

The first three days of the rest of Zhao Xinci’s life.

The Replicant couldn’t’ve gotten far. Security footage shows the android lithely dropping down out of an open window and then limping out of an alleyway to mix with the crowd. They lose track of him around the first residential district, but it gives an idea of where he’s headed – likely further into the center of the city, perhaps to get off-planet.

Han Chen is in the hovercar when he gets a call on his terminal. Debating on whether to answer or not, he finally sighs and presses the button to accept the call.

“You’re busy,” Jing Ran says, a question that isn’t a question.