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Kunlun seduces Ye Zun and fixes the timeline. It's not exactly a hardship.

The nightmares start after it's all over.

“I have an idea of how I can help you,” Zhao Yunlan says. “It’s a little . . . unconventional.” Or a hell of a lot, for Shen Wei. “Do you trust me?”

Shen Wei manages a smile. “With my life.”

Zhao Yunlan didn't know what made him realise that something was wrong. But something definitely was.

Sha Ya winds up running into a flower shop owner after a drunken incident, and she can't think of anything else after that.

Shen Wei isn't used to kindness. When he hurts his wings, Zhao Yunlan steps in to help. Can Shen Wei's heart heal along his wings?

It’s been six weeks since Ye Zun’s attempt to take over Haixing was squashed. In a move he had never seen coming, Shen Wei had destroyed his powers, using his own as the catalyst; he’d let himself burn in order to bring Ye Zun down with him. And then he’d found himself here, in Haixing, alongside Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan, living in their house. He didn’t want to be here but he had no where else to go.

Zhao Yunlan, upon coming home, throws his coat over the couch arm and stares at Ye Zun. “Have you not moved from that spot all day? How did you go from trying to destroy the world to being the laziest person I ever met? The cat gets more than you do – when he’s in cat form!”

Zhao Yunlan watches over injured Shen Wei.

Excerpt from Guo Changcheng's notebook, year 1, "Map of the SID".

Finding comfort in each other.

Zhao Yunlan has known Shen Wei's name for a long time.

Set during episode 7. After a long shift Guo Changcheng bumps into Chu Shuzhi. Literally.

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podfic of the story by marycrawford

The first time Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei met was while they were both petting Da Qing, so it was only reasonable that Da Qing got invested into their relationship right from the start. Also, Shen Wei’s first words to Zhao Yunlan were “This is a very intelligent cat,” which was the best and most appropriate come-hither line anyone ever used on anyone about anything, end of discussion. Da Qing just prayed that Zhao Yunlan wouldn’t fuck this up.

Zhao Yunlan lay beside him on the bed, on his side turned toward Shen Wei—motionless, but for the small rise and fall of his chest—but too fast for deep sleep. And his face was wet, the tears overflowing from his closed eyes only the faintest shimmer in the room's darkness.

Ai-ya, trying to get Shen Wei to take time for himself was like dragging a stone statue up a mountainside. Backwards, blindfolded, through the brambles, and barefoot.

He dropped his head on Shen Wei's shoulder, heavy—asleep before Shen Wei even could respond, and as he slept Shen Wei risked putting one arm around him.

Zhao Yunlan is the gun and Shen Wei, despite Yunlan insisting otherwise, is the blade.

How many has it been again? Time isn’t sure—as much as he tries with his clocks and his calendars and his notebooks, keeping count of things has always been a struggle. It’s such a human disposition, as inconsequential to him as it is significant to them. But he knows, with certainty, that there have been many so far.

Enough to capture his attention, anyhow.

Hurt/comfort-themed gifs of Shen Wei.