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"But what would you like to do?" Zhao Yunlan asks, and Shen Wei doesn't have an answer.

Podfic of What Would You Like? by tinypinkmouse.

When Shen Wei is assigned to conduct an external financial audit on the unorthodox Special Investigations Department, he finds himself butting heads with the stubborn, yet devastatingly charming Chief Zhao Yunlan. What neither of them realizes is that while their working relationship is rocky, their relationship as anonymous pen pals is quite the opposite. In fact, they are very well on their way to falling in love.

It’s a good dream, the dream Shen Wei is having.
He’s floating on his back in the river by the Alliance camp, his hands are drifting at his sides, nothing but clear water cupped in his palms. There’s sunlight filtering through the trees above him, the leaves all lush summer green and brightly translucent where the light touches them.

Or, the immediate aftermath of Shen Wei's dirt nap

Zhao Yunlan couldn’t help but flirt with Shen Wei 10,000 years ago. He hadn’t meant to, but he couldn’t control who he was nor resist the younger, more delicate version of the man he was already head over heels for. He realized too late it being his own doing making Shen Wei fall in love with Kunlun and himself in the future. He wouldn’t think twice of giving Shen Wei the whole world, anything to make him happy, but he knows how this part of the story ends so what he wants to give most must be withheld. Only for a time though.

This fic picks up after episode 25, where Wei and Yunlan are returning from solving the multiple personality case. It explores the deepening of their relationship. The story explores into their evolving bond, with a lollipop in tow XD

Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan face the difficulties of modern life. Engaged, marriage to come. Because of Shen Wei's illness they moved to another country, trying to live a happy life together finally.
Some past threats might reappear, some misunderstandings as well.
Continuation of the video-fiction "After All These Years" (season 2) and "Where You Are" (season3), which follow the happenings of season 1, modern life, both of them reincarnated with the same memories of what happened to them in the past.

Zhao Yunlan kept something for Shen Wei, after they survived.

"What is Shen Wei's current location?" At the Marshal's question, Zhu Hong took a moment longer to look at him.
"Does he even leave the basement lab?”
"Inform him that I'm coming down. I want Wang Zheng here in the command room. Lin Jing, you will monitor the reactivation." Zhao Yunlan finished the last few words as the door to the room closed behind him.
“Reactivation,” Lin Jing quickly moved to another chair, to execute the commands on the system that Zhao Yunlan had been looking at before leaving. "As if that thing was ever actually activated... Hong-jie, tell me the Marshal isn't about to do something suicidal..."
Zhu Hong sighed heavily. She always knew that there would never be time for a proper goodbye and the words she had never said.
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Under the moonlight, Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei engage in some light BDSM, exploring the depths of their relationship. Delving deeper into the night, Zhao Yunlan skillfully teases and explores Shen Wei's body, and the night culminates in an intimate and intense experience.

Every day that Zhao Yunlan woke up next to Shen Wei was a wonderful day.

Today was going to be particularly good, since he had finally convinced Shen Wei that (a) vacations existed, (b) he could take a vacation, and (c) they should take a vacation together to somewhere else. Somewhere nice. Somewhere neither of them had responsibilities.

“The beach?” Shen Wei had hazarded, looking a little uncertain, and Zhao Yunlan had crowed in victory and booked a room in the outskirts of Kraken City immediately so that Shen Wei couldn’t back out.

A weary Zhao Yunlan returns home to find Shen Wei waiting for him.

She still couldn’t think of the Yashou election—or outranking Fourth Uncle and the others—without wanting to squirm out of her skin. But she was high chief. She’d accepted the position. She had to do something about the encroachments, and objectively, Ya Qing was the best choice to help—even if she was also the least comfortable. Even if Zhu Hong couldn’t entirely trust her.

For days, Zhao Yunlan would return to where that specific landscape was and spend some time observing it. Shen Wei wondered what was wrong with that painting, but did not voice his questions. Eventually, his husband would say something about it. It wasn't as if Zhao Yunlan knew how to remain silent for long.
But as he paused once more in front of the painting, there was a certain nostalgia tinged with resignation in his gaze. "The last time we passed this waterfall, I already knew that I would not see my little beauty become a great beauty..."

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There's a blackout and for once it's not their problem.

There's a blackout and for once it's not their problem.

Podfic of Starlight by tinypinkmouse.

Inside, Zhao Xinci lets go of Zhao Yunlan’s shoulder and turns to face him with his arms crossed over his chest. The standard Disappointed Father posture, scowl and all. “Yunlan,” he says, “did you think the way you handled this case was appropriate?”

A few years ago, Zhao Yunlan would have lashed out right back. But college had wised him up to what his dad gets out of these little talks, and this first week as SID chief had been a crash course in paying attention to the subtle dynamics of every conversation. Now, he takes note of the way their body language can still be seen by their colleagues through the wood panels, how their conversation will carry if it gets too loud. Now, Zhao Yunlan knows to register the way his father positioned them so only Zhao Yunlan’s face can be seen from the dining room.

Or, events conspire such that new SID chief Zhao Yunlan meets the Black-Cloaked Envoy first.

"No," Juliette says again, "no," and then lashes out - wogeing, her Hexenbiest mien coming to the fore on instinct as her emotions surge. Her frustration and fury shake the house.

Shen Wei has planted his feet solidly, standing firm in the shaking. Most who aren't themselves Hexenbiests tend to find their woge both off-putting and frightening, and even those who don't know enough to be afraid have a visceral reaction. A living bog body, Elizabeth had said once, wryly, who wouldn't be frightened? But not this man.

It's the little things that get to him the most; the way he rubs his neck, the way he leans, indolent, on anything and everything, the way he quirks his head to the side when he's thinking.