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Sharp nails rake down his back, shredding his robes and sinking into his flesh. Kunlun grins against Xiao Wei's mouth, feeling the blood running down his back.

Something hisses behind him and Zhao Yunlan jumps, whipping around. "Who's there?" he demands. There's nothing there. It was probably just the wind in the trees or something.

"You're being stupid," he tells himself.

Something is following Zhao Yunlan in the shadows. He's sure of it.

Podfic of By the End of the Night by tinypinkmouse.

Something hisses behind him and Zhao Yunlan jumps, whipping around. "Who's there?" he demands. There's nothing there. It was probably just the wind in the trees or something.

"You're being stupid," he tells himself.

Something is following Zhao Yunlan in the shadows. He's sure of it.

"What?" Chief Zhao opens the door slightly, only poking his head out to talk to him, his voice hoarse and dry.

Guo Changcheng blinks at him, startled. There is something strange about the way Chief Zhao looks. He is panting slightly, his cheeks blushed, looking out of breath, and- why are his lips so swollen?

Zhao Yunlan loves Shen Wei's sleeve garters.

It’s fine. The loss of energy is fine, the itching somewhere in the back of Zhao Yunlan’s chest is expected, but never welcome.

Waking up to an empty bed, neither. The ringing silence, stretched like a poorly-tuned string, always deafens the ears.

Of all the things Shen San would like to know about the brother demon, he doesn't always ask. But his heart seems broken by love and not by the lack of it. Perhaps there is a story that can be revealed, a memory that still remains.
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Shen Wei still has nightmares about the time he couldn't protect Shen San - a time he failed. Telling Wu Xie that Kunlun got hurt because he failed in his promise is something he still fears.
Past and present intertwine and overflow, reaching what will be in the future.

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(This fic is part of a series. Doesn't work as a stand-alone)

Guo Changcheng heard lots and lots of stories. It's what the dead carried with them, here. Memories and stories and wishes and maybes and should-have-beens and everything in between. There was one hushed story he heard a lot. One about a God who loved a Ghost, but lost them.

It made him cry every time he heard it.

Zhao Yunlan yawns, using his hand to cover his mouth to not be rude. But Shen Wei's eyes behind the mask are already staring at him attentively.

"Sorry, sorry, Hei Lao Ge, I did not sleep well last night." Zhao Yunlan rubs his eyes a little then grins at him.

"Yeah, probably too busy fantasizing about your crush last night to even sleep."Lin Jing mumbles mockingly under his breath, head still lowering down to work on the computer.

Shen Wei is eight years old when he first sees Zhao Yunlan.

“Who is that?” he asks, staring at the screen. Ye Zun doesn’t look away from the television, following the action with a focus he rarely puts into anything else.

“He’s the new striker for Dragon City FC,” his brother replies. “Zhao Yunlan.”

Shen Wei shuffles forward until he’s kneeling on the floor with his brother. From their tiny television, a man in a white and red kit breaks away with the ball at his feet. The crowds rise with a deafening roar as number eight races down the field. An auspicious number, Shen Wei thinks, heart pounding.

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Shen Wei becomes a pro footballer to meet his celebrity crush.

Young Shen Wei in war time Haixing - what if he did not sleep. What if he waited, and waited, and waited, until only his armour remained. Rumours say that numerous people attacked it, but despite the statue never waking up, no one ever got past it.

Traditional media, 6"x8", inks

Both Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan have something important to share

There was absolutely no need for another Yashou in the office. Especially not a cat. What could a cat possibly achieve that a six-foot snake couldn’t do better?

Love is nothing.

It is everything.

When Chu Shuzhi is left facing down an excited throng of Dixingren, Guo Changcheng calls Shen Wei for help.

Shen Wei can't comfort Cheng Xinyan, not when he dealt the blow that ended Zu Ma's life.

Two conversations under the moonlight, ten thousand years apart.

Changcheng gets seconded to the Department of Supervision.