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“Shen-laoshi is an expert with a knife,” she murmurs, appreciatively. Shen Wei slowly puts it down, balancing it on its side beside the cut of beef. “Believe me, I know good knifework when I see it.” The smirk is audible in her voice.

“You’re a little close, Zhao-chuzhang,” says Shen Wei, in a low voice.

“Really? I thought this was a hands-on experience.” Still, she slips her arms from Shen Wei’s shoulders and steps back, leaving just a hint of fragrance behind. “Please, laoshi. Tell us more about meat.”

"You know," Zhao Yunlan spoke with enough emphasis to break through Lin Jing's focus as he approached the man's desk, "there's just so much about you that makes you such a fake monk. Like, a lot." As their boss goes on, the self-satisfied grin on his face only grew.
Lin Jing looked away from his monitor slowly, turning his head to the side just enough to side eye the other. "Excuse me?" he asked, despite clearly having heard the words based on the offended tone.
"You, Fake Monk," Zhao Yunlan continued, not dissuaded by the nonverbal warning he was being given. "Like there's the usual stuff, right?" He leaned his hip against the edge of Lin Jing's desk as he invaded the man's personal space with the look of a predator. Despite the years of being a ghost, Wang Zheng knew that in this moment, Lin Jing was the man's prey even if he didn't realize it yet. "Like eating meat and drinking. But there's more to it, too. Like really, really obvious stuff.
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Zhao Yunlan came up with what he thought was a very clever line on a slow, boring day at SID and was eager to subject Lin Jing to it... Unfortunately, things don't go exactly how he expected.

Shen Wei isn’t really very clear on what Zhao Yunlan and his colleagues do with the majority of their time. Obviously some of it is spent on investigations, and presumably the paperwork that comes of them. Some must be spent on training, and miscellaneous administrative details. But beyond that, he really has no sense of their professional lifestyle. Partially, this is because when they’re together, Zhao Yunlan doesn’t want to talk about work. Often he’s tired, sometimes hurt, and Shen Wei focuses on the health of both his soul and his body with hearty warming meals and the reassurance his own body can offer pressed to Zhao Yunlan’s.

Or: Shen Wei takes care of Zhao Yunlan after his return from a soul-tarnishing case.

"If I close my eyes instead of staring into nothingness, there is light. Many points of light, countless, perhaps infinite." This took Wei by surprise. Unlike him, the other one didn't usually go to the borders, so Wei thought that the white being had never seen those things.
"The stars, you mean?"
"Oh, so it has a name?"

Zhao Yunlan kissing Shen Wei's heart.

Gui Mian after his happy ending.

A peek into the dating life of Guo Changcheng and Chu Shuzhi, the former having his infinite patience tried on a daily.

I LIIIIIIVEEEEE!!! Ch2 is finally out and done. I had time and I'm working on these dang WIP finally

It all happens before Wei can even blink. The beautiful young god looks up at him, sun glinting in his hair and eyes. Wei's heart does a flip in his chest that somehow shakes up his world more than the tumble down from the rock. The youchu's teeth sink into his neck.

Somewhere in the background of his mind there are more things, impressions twisting and hard to grasp — strong arms lifting him out of the water, and the faint scent of every wildflower Wei has ever known and could ever imagine. After that there's only darkness.

“I’m not ready to accept a system not subject to our laws,” says Zhao Yunlan, serious now.

Of course, it’s a difficult statement to make. The reality of SID is that they do deal with people who are, one way or another, above the law. The horribly trite truth is that there’s one law for ordinary people, and another for those who rule them – be it by dint of political power, or wealth, or simply fear. Zhao Yunlan’s job is, like a precarious set of scales, to try to find the balance in righting wrongs. To play the system, as best he can, to get the results that benefit those who have been harmed.

Shen Wei’s smile is subtle. Knowing. Like a fan to a flame, it kindles the low, snapping warmth simmering beneath Zhao Yunlan’s skin. “You would know more about that than me,” he says.

OR: Zhao Yunlan is alerted to the possibility of academic malfeasance by an anonymous source. During the course of his investigation he uncovers more than he bargained for.

In the dream, Shen Wei's hair falls long over his shoulders. That's the first thing Zhao Yunlan notices. It suits him so well that Zhao Yunlan thinks it must come from a memory—one of the ones that lies just within his grasp on the verge of waking.

The second thing he notices is the claws.

Chu Shuzhi thinks Zhao Yunlan isn't good for his Lordship.

Winter in Dragon City reveals love in strange, quiet ways and slowly, Chu Shuzhi begins to understand the difference between loving carefully and loving fearlessly.

Wei finds a part of Shennong's notes and a little bowl among Shennong's old things and exchanges the notes for learning and teaching as he is searching for Kunlun's reincarnation that first time. He comes to find he loves the village.

"So, how long until you forget all about me?" Bai Yu says into Long-ge's shirt with a cheeky smile, not letting his voice crack. Sometimes they're both a bit too good at acting. "Find someone else you'll feed breakfast every morning?"

"A-Wei," Shen San says. "Leave it for now. Come here."

From where he's kneeling before the small table, Shen Wei doesn't look up. He simply keeps working the mortar and pestle with tireless effort.

Podfic of green in the springtime by treescape.

Shen Wei is so proud of Zhao Yunlan for quitting smoking. The method he’s chosen, however, is a problem.

Podfic of DoMAYstic 2026: Quitting a Bad Habit by wrote_and_writ.

Memories come and go after he meets Shen Wei.

The mountain god with his little furball, thousands of years apart.

It should be frustrating for a god to be the object of the fierce, all-consuming possessiveness of the King of the Gui, but Kunlun smiles through the curtain of his own damp hair when Wei presses him further into the pillows.

"A-Wei," Shen San says. "Leave it for now. Come here."

From where he's kneeling before the small table, Shen Wei doesn't look up. He simply keeps working the mortar and pestle with tireless effort.

"An apology," he says simply and then adds, "I didn't like hurting you."

"You didn't hurt me, though?" Bai Yu really shouldn't be explaining acting to Zhu Yilong of all people, but if that's what Long-ge needs right now, he will. He ignores the way his heart just did a somersault; it can wait. "It's not real."