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Ye Huo is recovering in Dragon City Hospital after the events of episodes 19 and 20. By himself, of course—what other way is there?

A brief conversation between Jiajia and Li Qian about withdrawn publicity for an event described in tehfanglyfish's unnervingly accurate rendering of grad-school life, The Tiniest Heipaoshi."

N.B.: Read The Tiniest Heipaoshi first!!! This ficlet contains spoilers for it.

“But you’d be hard-pressed to deny that there’s what we like to call a profile here. A victim profile. One which you match with, to quote Lin Jing, 92% overlap. One of them even had fish in his office,” he says, almost accusatorily, thumbing at Shen Wei’s fish tank.

Shen Wei looks at the fish tank, then back at Zhao Yunlan. “I’m not sure I’m following the significance of this.”

OR: Faced with a string of murders targeting university professors much like Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan assigns himself to keep Shen Wei safe. Shen Wei cannot seem to convince the man that he does not require a bodyguard.

Guo Changcheng is away for a week visiting family. Chu Shuzhi doesn't miss him; he's just grumpy because his normal routine has been disrupted.

Chu Shuzhi finds out he has Hanahaki Disease when he coughs up petals in front of the reason he got it, because of course he fucking does.

Luckily, he was able to hide them before Changcheng could see them, but holy shit does he have some major avoiding to do, because beautiful things should never be covered in blood.

Ye Huo does his darnedest to help his friends Lao Chu and Xiao Guo get together.

Da Qing's dreams help him figure out that Shen Wei is actually a friend.

Guo Changcheng is beginning to grow wings, and nervous about how Chu Shuzhi might react.

There are strange happenings on Dragon City University Campus: students are disappearing and then reappearing dead. Zhào Yúnlán (in all his infinite wisdom) decides to go undercover and run the campus coffee shop to try to crack the case.

In the silence of his apartment, Shen Wei presses the door shut, turns the lock. And then, like his body was waiting until he was alone, his legs give out. He tips into the wall, sinks down to sitting on his front mat. Closes his eyes.

Or, after the kitchen scene, Shen Wei gets a drunk voicemail from Zhao Yunlan.

Shen Wei enjoys dinner with his new comrades and finds himself uncertain about what's offered to him.

Some of his scars, Zhao Yunlan wants nothing to do with. There’s a long white line on the inside of his forearm that he deflects attention from, drawing it away when Shen Wei presses his mouth there and substituting the honey-gold curve of his hip instead. There are old scars on his back, tucked into the shallow culverts of his ribs, dark discolorations that make him squirm in Shen Wei’s grip when he brushes the flats of his fingertips over them.

Or: Shen Wei comes to understand an unspoken facet in Zhao Yunlan's relationship with his father.

During the dark days of the occupied French Concession, Luo Fei helps an injured young captain of the Republican Military Intelligence. [text and podfic]

Only now, knowing what he knew, could Wu Tian’en understand that whatever Heipaoshi had loved so much was not Haixing itself, but one man born of this land.
One man, whose last remaining memory was now put in Heipaoshi’s stone hands.
Somehow, Wu Tian’en couldn’t help but think that this was what they both would have wanted.
For the memory of them to be reunited at least.

An alternate version of episode 40, taking place just after Ye Zun realizes the truth. I played a little fast and loose with the timeline of the episode (in addition to changing the outcome).

Written for the Guardian Bingo prompt, “Answer.”

“Zhao-chuzhang, you can’t – this really isn’t…” Shen Wei’s chin is resting on his shoulder; out of the corner of his eye Zhao Yunlan can see the light flickering on the lens of his glasses, the pale point of his nose. He’s slurring his words just slightly, either exhausted or overcome or both. “It’s too much,” he murmurs, as though Zhao Yunlan had stripped off his clothes and started doing a fan dance, rather than hauling his ass step by grueling step out of the sunlight.

“Your definition of too much doesn’t come close to mine,” replies Zhao Yunlan.

Ye Huo doesn't show up for drinks. Lao Chu and Xiao Guo worry. Everyone pitches in to help.

Written for the Guardian Bingo prompt "Starlight."