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Wei loves to look at Kunlun — the soft fire in his eyes, and the unruly curtain of hair falling around them, and the way his robes slip off his shoulders and he smiles, bare and shameless. But Wei loves this too — the yellow-green glow behind his eyelids as Kunlun gives and gives until Wei can't take anymore, unseen, everywhere.

It's Kunlun's turn to look at him.

"I could be your damsel in distress," Zhao Yunlan says dreamily.

Shen Wei blinks.

"Yunlan, if you're not afraid of the Ghost Army — and you should be — you would not be afraid of one ordinary monster. It's smaller than a youchu."

In his conclusion, he was truly inadequate, not because he was unworthy. It was just that he didn't understand the value, until he finally saw someone with a heart. He now lived in the light of that, in the soothing presence of that someone. Two and a half years had passed, and it had been a long time since he'd left.
Of the habits Gui Mian had acquired after he admitted to himself that he, in fact, lived in that place, perhaps the ones that seemed simplest to the eye were the ones that held the greatest meaning.

*This story can be read as either Stand Alone or a Sequel to the previous fics in this Series

It's tricky keeping one's sex life private when one's partner has a biting fetish.

After all things ended and began again, Gui Mian was left to find where he fit in a world that was different from the one he had been born into. Stumbling upon Lin Jing halfway had not been planned, but what did he expect if he continued walking around Longcheng after all?
He wasn't surprised when Lin Jing approached instead of running away. Fearless. And a liar. Pretending to be scared when he wasn’t.
Gui Mian kind of liked it. The pretense. And the way Lin Jing would smile at him when they talked, that was sincere.

Zhao Yunlan finds a way to make space for Shen Wei's idiosyncrasies.

“I’m not drinking your blood,” Zhao Yunlan says, but he will. He knows he’ll drink Shen Wei’s blood in the same way he knew he’d let Shen Wei undress him and press him into the bed and fuck him, no matter how much it hurt the first time.

Podfic of The Space Between Your Ribs by aphilologicalbatman.

The desperate, sloppy wetness of Kunlun's tongue is waking up parts of him he has tried so fiercely to keep hidden, the parts that are not satisfied with the soft, gentle kisses they share sometimes.

The kisses are wonderful, they're so much more than Wei has ever hoped for, and they are enough. They should be enough. Anything more will only make Kunlun see Wei for who he really is — as disgusting as a copulating youchu, and much more dangerous. A youchu can't harm a god; the King of the Gui can.

There was someone moving in across the street.

4 Bright Avenue had sat empty for what felt like centuries, at least to Lan Qiao (or Qiao Qiao as her friends called her), who was eight and a half at the time. It seemed as if it had been there even before the city came to be. Surviving the way cockroaches or beetles do. While the rest of the city evolved and shifted around it, was torn down and rebuilt, 4 Bright Avenue remained. Unchanged.

The neighbors said it was cursed. Or haunted. Or worse.

What could be worse than being cursed or haunted, Qiao Qiao didn’t know.

OR

Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan are Morticia and Gomez coded, and Weezie has Feelings about it.

A terrifying(ly sexy) tale of soul-reaping by somewhat unconventional means (unconventional unless one is Zhao Yunlan, that is).

Written for the Fluffinesse Challenge

Sometimes Lin Jing would stare at Zhao Yunlan's empty shoulder, unavoidable reflections occurring to him. And although he himself possessed all the soulfires, he also felt something essential was missing.
There was so much dust and dark water from the Wangchuan spreading everywhere, forming black mud when they pooled. There were still echoing screams and crashes here and there, from what was yet to break and fall.
Returning there, with a mere human body, was a very high risk. It required more foolishness than courage.
If enlightenment is individual, is it rebellion to make it two souls instead?

There's nothing to be ashamed of, Xiao Wei. If he can control himself, each of these droplets is his now.

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(Novelverse Shen Wei in the scene where Zhao Yunlan is bleeding in episode 2 of the drama.)

Writeseptember2025

Note: Set before Zhao Yunlan discovers that Shen Wei is the Black-Cloaked Envoy.

Written for Writeseptember2025 by the Hurt/comfort Italia group

The peaceful years that had already passed with the shade of that tree sheltering his naps were beginning to be hard to count to Shen San. Six or nine or more, but it still felt like he hadn’t spent enough time with Wei.
"Well, it's not like one lifetime, until old age, is enough anyway," he chuckled to himself as he sat down on the wooden platform that stretched across the front of the hut.

Xianxia au for the bois!

During a case, Yunlan gets injured and Shen Wei takes care of him.

Written for Writeseptember2025 by the Hurt/comfort Italia group.

Bai Yu and Zhu Yilong gain their novelverse counterparts' powers. It may not be as fun as it sounds.

Lin Jing and Zhu Hong had been sent to a mountain resort to investigate an artifact smuggling case, never expecting to cross paths with the one that Lin Jing couldn't stop thinking about for the almost half a year since his life had been saved.
Gui Mian had wandered many places after his loss for a place to belong, then two SID members showed up in the place he finally felt safe and happy. Will he have to fight to protect what he's made there?
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They were suddenly closer. Too close to him. Too close to his home. And he panicked, acting like a cornered animal when neither of them showed signs of noticing him… until it was too late. He saw Gui Mian.