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After all things ended and began again, Gui Mian was left to find where he fit in a world that was different from the one he had been born into. Stumbling upon Lin Jing halfway had not been planned, but what did he expect if he continued walking around Longcheng after all?
He wasn't surprised when Lin Jing approached instead of running away. Fearless. And a liar. Pretending to be scared when he wasn’t.
Gui Mian kind of liked it. The pretense. And the way Lin Jing would smile at him when they talked, that was sincere.

Zhao Yunlan finds a way to make space for Shen Wei's idiosyncrasies.

“I’m not drinking your blood,” Zhao Yunlan says, but he will. He knows he’ll drink Shen Wei’s blood in the same way he knew he’d let Shen Wei undress him and press him into the bed and fuck him, no matter how much it hurt the first time.

Podfic of The Space Between Your Ribs by aphilologicalbatman.

The moment when Bai Yu could only hear the low, soothing melody of Long-ge's voice, without being able to discern any words, was his last chance to say goodnight and prod Long-ge to go back to his room.

He didn't do that.

The man had a great body. That was just a fact. Zhao Yunlan was comfortable in his sexuality to normally admit such things, but this was Lin Jing they were talking about. They were coworkers. He was annoying too, something Zhao Yunlan was reminded of almost every time the man opened his mouth. Also, Zhao Yunlan would bet extra bonuses for the entire department that if Lin Jing was at all interested in any sort of hook up (which Zhao Yunlan definitely didn’t want), that the man would be a top. Zhao Yunlan knew what he liked and when he was younger he had his own share of awkward make outs that lead nowhere because of realized incompatible preferences. He did not need to relive those moments now, especially not with Lin Jing. He’d trust his gaydar on this one.
To Zhao Yunlan's panic, Zhu Hong didn't seem willing to let it go and just watch him be grumpy and frustrated over something he didn't want to do anything about. She took it as a personal mission.
The hardest part was perhaps how oblivious Lin Jing was to all of this. Especially when they had a murder case that always happened on Halloween, and now it was approaching again.

The desperate, sloppy wetness of Kunlun's tongue is waking up parts of him he has tried so fiercely to keep hidden, the parts that are not satisfied with the soft, gentle kisses they share sometimes.

The kisses are wonderful, they're so much more than Wei has ever hoped for, and they are enough. They should be enough. Anything more will only make Kunlun see Wei for who he really is — as disgusting as a copulating youchu, and much more dangerous. A youchu can't harm a god; the King of the Gui can.