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Now, with Shen Wei fired like an arrow straight into his heart and stuck there, he’s slowly trying to be better. Because Shen Wei is tidy as a rabbit that carefully grooms its face and whiskers, and proud as a bower bird that constructs and keeps a perfect home for its mate. Zhao Yunlan is only capable of buying a house – which he does – but making it a home... Well. It’s a work in progress. He’s had a lifetime to dig in happily to his slovenly ways. Excavating himself isn’t so easy.

Or: Five times Zhao Yunlan learned to enjoy the little pleasures of a home.

If Shen Wei had any regrets about that little human life he had built for himself in Longcheng as a university professor, he certainly hid it from himself most of the time. On nights like that, where the incessant rain and dense mist made the air even colder and the streets even quieter, it was somehow difficult not to think about what had once been.
This night was just like many nights before, where Wu Xie wandered the streets, uncaring of the rain that slowly seeped through his clothes. Hoping just maybe it could sink all the way into his soul.
...
When two men that should be strangers reunite on the rainy streets of Longcheng, an uncertain present and an intense past intertwine.
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At the exhibition, Zhao Yunlan gazed intently at the arts before him, the snow-capped mountains, the ethereal landscapes, the birds on branches, the peonies and koi.
The huge green tree with strong roots. The blossoming plum tree.
It was as if those images were photographs of things he had seen a long time ago, and that still remained vivid in his memory.
He needed to see the artist.

“Shen-laoshi is an expert with a knife,” she murmurs, appreciatively. Shen Wei slowly puts it down, balancing it on its side beside the cut of beef. “Believe me, I know good knifework when I see it.” The smirk is audible in her voice.

“You’re a little close, Zhao-chuzhang,” says Shen Wei, in a low voice.

“Really? I thought this was a hands-on experience.” Still, she slips her arms from Shen Wei’s shoulders and steps back, leaving just a hint of fragrance behind. “Please, laoshi. Tell us more about meat.”

"You know," Zhao Yunlan spoke with enough emphasis to break through Lin Jing's focus as he approached the man's desk, "there's just so much about you that makes you such a fake monk. Like, a lot." As their boss goes on, the self-satisfied grin on his face only grew.
Lin Jing looked away from his monitor slowly, turning his head to the side just enough to side eye the other. "Excuse me?" he asked, despite clearly having heard the words based on the offended tone.
"You, Fake Monk," Zhao Yunlan continued, not dissuaded by the nonverbal warning he was being given. "Like there's the usual stuff, right?" He leaned his hip against the edge of Lin Jing's desk as he invaded the man's personal space with the look of a predator. Despite the years of being a ghost, Wang Zheng knew that in this moment, Lin Jing was the man's prey even if he didn't realize it yet. "Like eating meat and drinking. But there's more to it, too. Like really, really obvious stuff.
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Zhao Yunlan came up with what he thought was a very clever line on a slow, boring day at SID and was eager to subject Lin Jing to it... Unfortunately, things don't go exactly how he expected.

Shen Wei isn’t really very clear on what Zhao Yunlan and his colleagues do with the majority of their time. Obviously some of it is spent on investigations, and presumably the paperwork that comes of them. Some must be spent on training, and miscellaneous administrative details. But beyond that, he really has no sense of their professional lifestyle. Partially, this is because when they’re together, Zhao Yunlan doesn’t want to talk about work. Often he’s tired, sometimes hurt, and Shen Wei focuses on the health of both his soul and his body with hearty warming meals and the reassurance his own body can offer pressed to Zhao Yunlan’s.

Or: Shen Wei takes care of Zhao Yunlan after his return from a soul-tarnishing case.

"If I close my eyes instead of staring into nothingness, there is light. Many points of light, countless, perhaps infinite." This took Wei by surprise. Unlike him, the other one didn't usually go to the borders, so Wei thought that the white being had never seen those things.
"The stars, you mean?"
"Oh, so it has a name?"

Zhao Yunlan kissing Shen Wei's heart.

“I’m not ready to accept a system not subject to our laws,” says Zhao Yunlan, serious now.

Of course, it’s a difficult statement to make. The reality of SID is that they do deal with people who are, one way or another, above the law. The horribly trite truth is that there’s one law for ordinary people, and another for those who rule them – be it by dint of political power, or wealth, or simply fear. Zhao Yunlan’s job is, like a precarious set of scales, to try to find the balance in righting wrongs. To play the system, as best he can, to get the results that benefit those who have been harmed.

Shen Wei’s smile is subtle. Knowing. Like a fan to a flame, it kindles the low, snapping warmth simmering beneath Zhao Yunlan’s skin. “You would know more about that than me,” he says.

OR: Zhao Yunlan is alerted to the possibility of academic malfeasance by an anonymous source. During the course of his investigation he uncovers more than he bargained for.

Chu Shuzhi thinks Zhao Yunlan isn't good for his Lordship.

Winter in Dragon City reveals love in strange, quiet ways and slowly, Chu Shuzhi begins to understand the difference between loving carefully and loving fearlessly.

Shen Wei is so proud of Zhao Yunlan for quitting smoking. The method he’s chosen, however, is a problem.

Podfic of DoMAYstic 2026: Quitting a Bad Habit by wrote_and_writ.

Shen Wei would not leave him behind, could not.
Only he did. He pushed Yunlan out, his eyes soft and his teeth bloody. He died.
And the chasm that only seemed to bother Zhao occasionally, now swallowed him whole.

Or

Zhao Yunlan survives the Guardian Lantern and now has to live with the aftermath of Shen Wei's sacrifice.
He is not doing so well.

If Heipaoshi would not outright ask for a seat at the table, then by god, Zhao Yunlan was going to pull the fucking chair out himself. There was only the matter of paws and not apposable thumbs standing in his way. But then, he’d never of made Chief of the SID if he wasn’t adaptable.

“Are you the evil god from the poem?” Zhao Yunlan asked even though he knew the answer already. Had known for a while, even. Their night together was but the final proof.

A collection of drabble / short fics about chuguo (Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng), published on tumblr as p-inkgangstaring.

There are dreams in which Chu Shuzhi gets close to achieving a kind of happiness he hasn’t felt in centuries.

...of having a sincere conversation about your emotions.

Post-canon (non-specific fixit), Lin Jing has some feelings about a certain request Shen Wei made of him that day in Dixing.
They talk about it.

Unfortunately for [Lin Jing], the professor was good at clocking when someone was hiding something. He'd had an awful lot of practice, after all.

“Lin Jing?" [Shen Wei] prompted, after an awkward silence in which Lin Jing's hastily constructed bullshit failed to even reach his mouth. "Is everything alright?”

“Haha,” Lin Jing said, nervously, feeling very much like the human embodiment of the sweat-drop emoji. “You know, I just realised it’s not actually that important, so—”

Professor Shen gave him a look. He was good at those, too. At least it was a Professor Shen look, rather than a Heipaoshi look.

“Why don’t you come inside?” He suggested, mildly.

"What are you even finding?" Zhao Yunlan asked with curiosity.

Shen Wei looked at him and winced, a hint of embarrassment clearly visible in his eyes. "Would you believe me if I say I also don't know?"

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Story of origin of the table in Hit the Nail!

“The Sun and Moon are eternal enemies.”
“The Moon follows the Sun to vanquish it and take its place.”
People talk. Humans like to make up stories and legends; they like to weave tales that tame the reality around them, and the Moon doesn’t begrudge them that. He is not concerned about them in any way, whether they praise his beauty and cold light or curse his name for chasing their beloved Sun away, the Moon takes it all in stride.

There was a harsh scrape of wood. A small, sharp sound. Then a barely audible intake of breath. A gasp.

Shen Wei’s body jolted ever so slightly.
 

Zhao Yunlan's head snapped up.

Local Interviewer asks Shen Wei, "What is love?"