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The evening flowed, lazy and meandering, slow and unhurried like a river of molasses. The ambient noises of nature, trickling in through the window left open a crack, swirled around their tiny kitchen and mixed with the quiet shuffling and impatient huffs of the dog not-so-subtly begging for scraps. The air grew heavy with the all-permeating warmth radiating from the pot of hot, fragrant stew, and heavier still with yet-unformed expectations dragged forth by the heady sweetness of the rapidly disappearing wine.

A 1-minute vid of Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan and their love.

You touch my face
God whispers in my ear
There are tears in my eyes
Love replaces fear

a relationship that wasn't a relationship. a good soldier, a good spy, and feelings for someone who's heart belonged to another.
a relationship in parts.

sort of a sequel to "With Nowhere to Go."

He hadn’t lied about what he’d been doing, only downplaying the effort and time involved. Shen Wei has to do his Envoy duties with NYC's special investigations department and it's taking a toll on him-

Song of Achilles AU of my favourite WeiLan

Renowned photographer, Shen Wei, is a consummate professional. He would never do something as amateur as fanboying over one of his clients. Unless, of course, that client happens to be actor and model Zhao Yunlan.

When the university forces all professors to learn how to use social media, Shen Wei puts his new skills to work by searching for Zhao Yunlan.

To mark his waking time in his beloved's breaths and heartbeats.

Ages aligned and fell into rhythm
Our paths had to cross here somehow
I'm lost in all that matters
You remain, calling on out—

A Weilan reincarnation mix.

Ye Zun had his plans set. To weaken Gege, knock some sense into his head and gain the freedom he had been longing for.

Easier said than done, especially when the said elder brother was an idiot, hopelessly in love with a bigger idiot and a certain someone who cared for idiots had a Ph.D in creating chaos.

Shen Wei’s heart squeezes in his chest when he remembers the frantic worry in Zhao Yunlan’s eyes as he watched Shen Wei cough and struggle, blood staining the corner of his mouth.

“Why aren’t you healing yourself?” Zhao Yunlan asks. The words scratch his throat as he crowds Shen Wei against the closed office door.

Zhao Yunlan’s face is tight with discomfort even on the edge of sleep. Shen Wei’s heart twinges painfully at this sight.

In a flash, he’s standing in front of Zhao Yunlan. Shen Wei raises his blade to strike at the monster. Blood splatters on the wall, signalling its defeat - but not before its claw cuts across Shen Wei’s cheek.

“Shen Wei,” Zhao Yunlan whispers, and Shen Wei thinks his name has never sounded lovelier.