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Sometimes, even after all this time, he's struck speechless by how much he loves Shen Wei. He runs his thumb along Shen Wei's lips and asks, "Should I gag you?"

Zhao Yunlan and his mouth.

The message had been in an archaic form of Mandarin; it had talked about a source of power from the stars, among other things, which had everyone excited, but the gate was inaccessible – their MALP had been destroyed before it could pass through the event horizon. But the message had been clear – only an "underground person" possessed of black – dark? – energy would be able to pass through the gate.

Zhao Yunlan rubs at the tears on his cheeks angrily. He yelps out loud when his hand touches the wrong spot on his cheekbone. Fuck, that hurts. He sucks on his bloody lip, and the slight sting of it at least distracts him from the throbbing in his cheek.

[Podfic of my own work.]

Zhao Yunlan rubs at the tears on his cheeks angrily. He yelps out loud when his hand touches the wrong spot on his cheekbone. Fuck, that hurts. He sucks on his bloody lip, and the slight sting of it at least distracts him from the throbbing in his cheek.

The fingers on his hips press a bit more firmly against his bruises. By now, Zhao Yunlan's breath only shudders a little, he's too tired to react more than that.

[Podfic of my own story.]

The fingers on his hips press a bit more firmly against his bruises. By now, Zhao Yunlan's breath only shudders a little, he's too tired to react more than that.

Zhao Yunlan reaches out to take Shen Wei's wrist just as he's about to start unbuttoning his shirt. "Let me," he says, his mouth feeling just a bit dry.

[Podfic of my own story.]

Zhao Yunlan reaches out to take Shen Wei's wrist just as he's about to start unbuttoning his shirt. "Let me," he says, his mouth feeling just a bit dry.

Ye Zun wearing an oversized sweater and a faint smile. He's holding a Shen Wei plush doll.

He knows how hard it is for Zhao Yunlan to leave him and didi alone for this. But Zhao Yunlan had tried to watch exactly once and it had—not ended well.

[Podfic of my own story.]

He knows how hard it is for Zhao Yunlan to leave him and didi alone for this. But Zhao Yunlan had tried to watch exactly once and it had—not ended well.

Maybe if it were anyone else Zhao Yunlan would be feeling afraid, but it’s not. It’s Shen Wei, and all Zhao Yunlan can think right now is that he wants those powerful hands on him, that mouth on his, hot and bruising and everything Zhao Yunlan’s been dreaming about for longer than he cares to admit.

Ye Zun had a very bad week. Luckily Zhu Jiu is here to make it a bit better.

Shen Wei reaches out to pull Zhao Yunlan close to him, hoping to shield him and pass it off as quick reflexes, but it happens just a moment too late. Before he can stop it, the man’s pen-knife slices into Zhao Yunlan’s arm with one sharp strike.

“Perhaps we could call it a draw,” Lao Xie said in a bone-dry voice. “I, too, have suffered.”

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Or: Shen Wei introduces Zhao Yunlan to his tailor.

Zhao Yunlan has had a Very Long Day, and Da Qing has left him a present.

Zhao Yunlan doesn't quite understand how things in the ancient past can be so different from what he'd thought.