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Such a twisted chronicle of lies and deception probably shouldn't be forgiven after a single bath together, but Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei don't exactly have a conventional relationship to start with.

(or, a direct continuation of the first novel extra)

In the end, they were both alive, they bought a house, got married, had a cat, and lived a happy life together until death...do their part.

The Black Cloaked Envoy hurts Yunlan's wrist by accident.

Shen Wei stands under the dim glow of the lanterns and waits, as he has done every time since Hell was new and the road underneath him a trodden trail in yellow dirt.

Is that too much filling? It looks like too much filling.

Or: a triple drabble about dumplings.

A rather urgent need comes to a head after Shen Wei's rescue from the pillar.

When chasing a suspect brings an unexpected surprise concerning the Envoy, Zhao Yunlan isn't quite sure how to handle the situation.

"Stars aligned in a perfect sky" is a beautiful work currently being posted by Hyde_DualDomination here on AO3, the only fanfiction I know in years and in all fandoms I’m part of, that values Hindu Culture and Myths to its worldbuilding.
I don't know how to make art, but I had to do something. And here's it! I hope you enjoy!

Edit: If you reach the ending of Chapter 3 in Hyde's fic, there's a visual guide with some notes in Chapter 2 HERE, to help to understand the hints of Hindu Culture during the "dreams".

Shen Wei has Zhao Yunlan as a captive.

Tiny dragon Shen Wei has a secret, tiny hoard.

Zhao Yunlan has decided the SID are going to do a team building exercise. The SID are suspicious. Very suspicious.

Continuation of Twin Comfort, Zhao Yunlan comes out to his mother, Shen Wei and Ye Zun meet Shen Xi

She isn’t phased when her great-uncle, coming to visit from the little county town where her entire extended family lives, stops short at seeing her newborn son for the first time.

“This boy. He has an unlucky countenance.” He says, a frown dredging the canals on his brow and his eyes flickering cataract-white. “He has a hard road ahead. And his eye—”

“His eyes are beautiful,” she interrupts. A-Lan opens them just then, and they are as big and bright as the future she is already painting for him. “Jiugong, you know face-reading and all that is just superstition.”

Zhao Yunlan had a shitty day. His boyfriends take care of him.