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“Help me pick out a good rope for you,” Zhao Yunlan demands.

Shen Wei stops folding their laundry and gives him a slightly incredulous look.

“Is that what you’ve been doing on there?” he asks.

“I’m also watching a video on how to tie someone up,” Zhao Yunlan says happily, without an ounce of shame.

There is a cult of rogue Dixingians on the loose, plotting to resurrect a malefic conjurer Fu Hongxue and Pei Wende felled ages ago.

what if we rewrite the stars?

Don't you know my eyes, my eyes//They'll see you only

The mountain god’s voice sounds vaguely amused behind his thin paper veil, and his long hair falls over his shoulder as he turns to lean back against the tree trunk.

“Shen Wei. You don’t have a wish?” There’s something about the way he says it that makes Shen Wei feel as though it’s not a question at all.

Zhao: Sip....
Shen Wei: Sip, sip...
Han Chen: Sip, sip, sip....
Ye Zun: Sip, sip, sip--

Zhang Yuan: ...Grown-ups are so annoying!

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SID Chief tries to annoy and seduce his beloved professor into joining the SID and gets exactly what he bargained for. But more than that, he wants to make Shen Wei happy.
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A little frustrated by now, Zhao Yunlan sighs. “Okay! You won’t say. And I won’t ask anymore.” But then he looks up at Shen Wei though his eyelashes. “But you’ve been deceiving me for so long, that I began to feel wronged… It’s not suitable.”
Shen Wei looks earnest for a moment when he looks up to meet Zhao Yunlan’s eyes again. Whatever he finds there makes his gaze fall quickly down to his empty teacup. “Then- Then what-” He looks back up. “Then what would be suitable?”

In which the Yashou need a vaccine, Zhu Hong comes to terms with her new role, Li Qian has a plan, and there is a feast.

Shen Wei may be the master of the sword, but Zhao Yunlan has other weapons up his sleeve

Drunk Xiao Guo was rapidly becoming both his favourite and least favourite version of his… co-worker person. Drunk Xiao Guo was flirty. And affectionate. And adorable. And may just be the death of him.

It feels like a dream. He can’t help but feel that maybe, any moment now, he’ll wake up. He'll remember.

For yantatether's wonderful fic: Sleep is starting to pull at his soul, making everything go comfortable and blurry. Zhao Yunlan's breathing is gradually shifting, going deeper, relaxed in Shen Wei's arms.

Zhao Yunlan's fingers tease open the buttons over Shen Wei’s belly. As he undoes them, one finger brushes against the cold skin under the cotton and Shen Wei sucks in a breath. Zhao Yunlan chuckles. “Is Brother Black ticklish?”

Shen Wei catches his wrist in his hand. The lack of force belies his firmness. “This is not something for you to touch.”

Or, Yunlan ruminates on Shen Wei’s pendant

Shen Wei hears live music for the first time.

Shen Wei tries to protect Yunlan with all means possible, if that requires writing protection sigils on him, so be it.

In which Shen Wei discovers a list of things Zhao Yunlan likes, compiled by Zhu Hong. Unfortunately, it could stand to be more accurate...

(The one with the iguana costume.)

Shen Wei traces his fingertip over the words in the personnel file.