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Ye Zun breaks into Shen Wei's apartment and gets caught by Zhao Yunlan. A dinner invitation is offered. A war is averted.

Shen Wei watches the sunrise. Zhao Yunlan joins him.

Shen Wei demonstrates a new skill. Zhao Yunlan and Ye Zun bicker. (Basically, a typical night in the House of Weilan.)

The fax machine sat unused in Zhao Yunlan's office for years, until one day it randomly spat out a CV for a bioengineering professor who just happened to be the most gorgeous man Zhao Yunlan had ever seen.

OR

Another way they could have met.

Guo Changcheng lets slip a secret. Chu Shuzhi wants to make sure he means it.

Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan make a nighttime journey to return something Shen Wei once borrowed.

Zhao Xinci and his Dixingren subordinate find a little common ground.

Today, Professor Shen was dressed in only a simple undershirt and his suit pants, instead of his usual immaculate three piece suit, and there simply wasn’t enough air in the room for them to handle this.

An art prompt for guardian wishlist!

A remix of Amedia's Pajamas fic :D

Fan Art for Guardian Wishlist

... for fish snacks!

“Fuck me so hard you’ll have to call me in sick,” Zhao Yunlan tells Shen Wei.

Ge Lan (Wang Zheng), Sang Zan and Hanga tribe centric. A Hanga ghost's POV on Ge Lan and Sang Zan.

The words echo in Chu Shuzhi's head:

That was no great crime, the Envoy said.

This place won't abide you, the Envoy said.

We just don't want Dixingren to abuse their powers in Haixing, Chief Zhao said.

What do they mean by it?

The only thing that could have made this better would be a supply of dried fish snacks, but that would require getting up. He couldn't even send Lao-Zhao or Lao-Shen for them, because if one of them got up, Da Qing would have to, too. How this cat had to suffer!

Captain Ji contemplated the star chart glowing above their console. The course set by their predecessor twenty-one cycles ago gleamed, as always, a hopeful green arc. It was leading them further and deeper into an outer arm of the galaxy in search of that elusive prize: a planet welcoming enough and sufficiently resourced that the Prosperity’s residents could establish a home without importuning any pre-existing sentient life.

There was a chill in the Monday morning air, but Zhao Yunlan opted to ride his bike to work anyway. He was feeling good, still energized from a blazing hot hookup on Saturday night, and ready to face the week whatever it might bring. Even if that “whatever” included welcoming his mysterious new Dixingren employee.