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It was a thing about almost spilling your lemonade by your best friend scaring you, it was another when you witness your Professor being kissed by a mysterious guy.

When Zhao Yunlan is injured, Shen Wei believes it's his fault. Zhao Yunlan does his best to make sure he knows that it isn't.

Based on prompt: [HOLD] My Muse Holds Yours While They Cry

...I just really wanted a crying Shen Wei, I'm sorry.

Zhao Yunlan expects him to turn around and reveal his back, but instead, Shen Wei just withdraws a single step and blinks at him. And then his belt...moves. Except that it isn’t a belt, it’s a smooth cord wrapped around his waist, dark and slowly unwinding. It slides down Shen Wei’s thigh before curling out to the side, long and tapering to a fine point.

“Is that...a tail?”

Gege is dying and Ye Zun has no power to heal. He has enough power to tear this world apart, but he can't stop his brother from dying. The little god is almost easy to catch. He doesn't need anyone remarkable, any healing is better than none. He only needs enough for gege to live, time will take care of the rest.

Ye Zun wants to collar Da Qing. Maybe.

That's it. The title is the video. It's just.

6 straight minutes of video clips of Shen Wei smiling set to a song. Lovely, shy, adorable smiles, tragically heart-breaking ones, and everything in between.

This character really did break my heart into little bits and pieces, but man, was it worth every moment.

Music: I Giorni by Ludovico Einaudi

A collection of daily drabbles (100-words) from October.

Separated by pairing and fandom.

Shen Wei and the SID return to Dixing, a month after the battle.

Da Qing's relationship with Shen Wei could be summed up in a sentence that he had uttered many times throughout the years.
"In my defense: It was Shen Wei's idea."

Sequel to Foundations from Rubble; prequel to From the Slums of Midgar.

Shen Wei comes home from Dixing, exhausted, and Zhao Yunlan has to figure out how to get him to rest.

Zhao Yunlan came very close to dying, he knows that. He remembers Shen Wei getting in between him and the rogue Dixingren and—then there's nothing more until he's waking up in the SID lab, with a giant black cat resting its head on his chest. Trying to pinpoint the exact species of cat is not on the forefront of his mind.

He bites down on his lip hard enough to bleed and stays quiet. His body jerks every time the whip bites into his back.

Ten thousand years ago, the Hallows imprisoned Ye Zun in the Sky Pillar - but not alone.

“Speaking of characters in someone else’s story—” Zhao Yunlan slouched back in Professor Shen’s visitor’s chair and tapped the calligraphy brush thoughtfully against his crossed leg. “—I’ve been thinking about the Black-Cloaked Envoy.”

It was a peaceful morning out in the Chinese countryside as a tall man with light skin, black hair, and brown eyes hidden behind wire glasses dressed in black pants, a white dress shirt, dress shoes, and suit jacket carrying a bouquet of flowers walked over to an abandoned home that was put up for sale. He then placed the bouquet of flowers down on the ground before the house before kneeling on the ground, putting his hands together in prayer. As he knelt there, his eyes closed, he suddenly felt the muzzle of a gun being pointed at his head, causing him to slowly lower his hands and open his eyes before he turned to see who was pointing a gun at him. When he turned and looked up, his eyes widened in shock.