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Guo Changcheng isn't entirely sure of what he thinks he sees in Chu Shuzhi's eyes. But he's hoping to find out.

If Yunlan is going to learn how to make actual food that requires more effort than just boiling water and putting hot water into stuff, he’s going to have to take all the notes.

“Right,” he says to himself. “How hard can it be?”

He watches all twenty-two minutes and fourteen seconds of Chef Shen's video without fast-forwarding. When it comes to an end, he clicks on the replay button.

He ends up taking zero notes, and the only thing he manages to learn from the whole exercise is that Chef Shen -Shen Wei- is really fucking beautiful when he smiles.

How the hell could any of them have known that having three of the Hallows in the same place would make them go all glowy and then make them—do whatever the fuck it is they did. Sweep Zhao Yunlan up into some kind of void and then spit her out here. Wherever here is.

How the hell could any of them have known that having three of the Hallows in the same place would make them go all glowy and then make them—do whatever the fuck it is they did. Sweep Zhao Yunlan up into some kind of void and then spit her out here. Wherever here is.

[Podfic of my own story.]

Shen Wei nicks his finger while chopping vegetables. Zhao Yunlan helps him avoid a scar.

Chu Shuzhi is distracted by the sexy during sparring, and his master gives him what he needs.

“It is a simple exchange. Chief Zhao Yunlan for the Hallows.”

A year after the war with Ye Zun, there is contention between Haixing and Dixing. In an effort to gain the upper hand against Haixing, a Dixingren is hired to kidnap Zhao Yunlan and exchange him for the Hallows. An exchange that the SID cannot and will not make.

Shen Wei is missing, Shen Wei is /Missing./ How could Chu do anything but go after him? His body, his life is the Envoy's, he would sacrifice any of it for him. Dying would only be what he deserved for the envoy's life and happiness.

Ye Zun would like to test that.

The kid has gone very stiff underneath his arm. "My name is Guo Changcheng," he rasps out. "I heard this place had a fighter from Dixing. I wanted to see for myself."

Shen Wei squeezed his eyes shut. He didn't want to imagine any further, it was too dirty, too sinful.. but at the same time too desirable. 

Zhao Yunlan's wet half lidded eyes appeared in his imagination, staring at him as he'd let out a breathy moan through his spit shiny swollen red lips. This thought and the heat from his hand pushed Shen Wei over the edge. White hot ropes of liquid ejaculated from his penis, as he tried to swallow down his lustful moans. 

He.. he really doesn't know what to do…

Da Qing gets stuck in a tree.

Steve asked Sergeant chu to keep an eye on peter parker. He can do that, and it shouldn't get him into too much trouble.
Alas. trying to keep a would-be teenage hero and his cinnamon roll partner Guo in one piece is going to give him a migraine.

In his mind, Zhao Yunlan sees Shen Wei on the ground of an unpaved Dixing alleyway just a few hours ago, asking, “What if a time comes when I have to use my injuries to exchange for everyone’s lives?”

He sees them at the SID the previous day, making plans, Shen Wei’s face set in grim lines.

A bench on the streets of Dragon City, bathed in sunlight.

Meeting Shen Wei again in the vortex created by the Hallows, after months in a distant past with a young man who was different and also very much the same.

With a start, Zhao Yunlan realizes his brain isn’t summoning up the images of its own accord. The memories are being pulled up and out of his mind, one by one, faster and faster — and then disappearing.

"Unless you can erase my memories."

"How do you know I can't?"

--

Or, what would have happened if the drama ended the way the novel did.

[flamingwell's podfic version]

Things are starting to come to a head. The Avengers have gotten a hold of Loki's scepter, unaware of the true nature of the mindstone or how it's related to Shen Wei. Trying to discover its secrets have released something on the world and it may destroy everything.

“Deal,” Zhao Yunlan says, because there is nothing else he can say.

The flames claim him soon after.

Pain doesn’t wash away the bitter taste of the lie on his tongue.

Updated to de-anon on 11/14/2021 :)

It was a really nice day. Picture perfect.

Spring had sprung and the Flower Tribe had opened their borders to invite the SID and crew to celebrate the end of the dormant season and the beginning of the growing one with them.

Silently, Zhao Yunlan couldn’t help but muse that perhaps one day they might open their borders to all, but for now, he’d take this over nothing at all.

-- Or how the author really misses warm weather because fall is feeling more like winter where she lives.