time for an h/c comment fest!

[xparrot]

The last couple of days have been rough on my writing (for dumb annoying reasons, why don't we come installed with a "will not be bothered by this thing" button?)

So! In the hopes of getting me to write something, and because this is what I'm feeling most wobbly about: it's time for hurt/comfort comment-fic!

Leave me a prompt/request for h/c, any hurt or any comfort, short or long as you want -- if it's character-specific, Guardian WeiLan please, that's all I'm in the mood to write; if that's not your thing then please leave a more general prompt! I don't promise to write anything (nor do I promise to write an actual commentfic and not some 10K-word monster, knowing me) but I would love any inspiration.

And if one of the prompts happens to tickle your fancy, please post your own comment fic (art, etc!) here (any fandoms, any characters) -- the more h/c the merrier!


The fills! \o/
(as of Nov. 23)

The Sundial goes full Equivalent Exchange. by frith_in_thorns
aftermath of torture by xparrot
Shen Wei is having trouble focusing (and how!) by xparrot
Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator) by yue_ix
Shen Wei has a weird allergic reaction by frith_in_thorns
Nightmares (and knives) by xparrot
Shen Wei suddenly has the power to hear people's dreams by naye
Fanart: Scars by yue_ix
Comfort tea & hypothermia by marycrawford
Wings, the kind that stay inside until they tear their way out by frith_in_thorns
Scars (AU fic for yue_ix's art) by xparrot
Dragged away screaming by marycrawford
Shen Wei thinking he's minorly hurt, but it's actually a lot worse by wintersoldier77
Zhao Yunlan has a literal healing cock by xparrot
Shen Wei thinking he's only minorly hurt, take 2 by rlyqueer
winter has come by extrapenguin
Shen Wei accidentally (or not) ingests poison meant for Zhao Yunlan by xparrot
muffled screams by duckwhatduck
Like a snowglobe by frith_in_thorns

Comments

[frith_in_thorns]

Shen Wei drugged or concussed or similar and trying really really really hard to focus but it's difficult.

out of focus (1/2)

[xparrot]

:D :D :D this prompt...

...This is not even really h/c...Shen Wei is feeling no pain. It is, however, catastrophically self-indulgent. I apologize to anyone ever?

***

"Shen Wei?" Shen Wei was gazing up at the ceiling, mumbling something under his breath. Zhao Yunlan patted his cheek, and watched Shen Wei blink, his gaze wandering down to eventually meet Zhao Yunlan's. "You still with me, Shen Wei?"

"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei said, and smiled, beatifically, looking so unnaturally relaxed that Zhao Yunlan got a whole new crop of guilt to add to his growing stockpile.

"I hate to do this," Zhao Yunlan told him, "but we're running out of time—you need to try one more time."

"Okay," Shen Wei immediately agreed, straightening up and matching his serious expression. Then he blinked a couple more times. "...Try what?"

"The thing," Zhao Yunlan said, "the door-locking—whatever—come on, get up," and he hooked his hand under Shen Wei's elbow and pulled him up off the floor. Shen Wei, to his credit, made an effort to help, but he staggered before he was fully vertical, flailed and grabbed for the wall, bracing heavily against it.

"Ah," he said, his brow furrowing in protest, "this floor, it's too..."

"Yeah," Zhao Yunlan said, "I know, sorry, but..." He got one of Shen Wei's arms around his shoulder, wrapped his own arm around Shen Wei's waist. Shen Wei reeled with a breathless catch that in someone else might have been a giggle, willingly tilting into Zhao Yunlan. Just a couple before he'd been able to walk by himself still, if not in a completely straight line, but now he clung like Zhao Yunlan's arm was a rope in a hurricane as he staggered forward.

"Thank you, Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei said, his lolling back on Zhao Yunlan's shoulder, his breath warm in Zhao Yunlan's ear. "You...Zhao...Yun...Lan." Less like he was trying to get his attention, more like he was just enjoying the syllables on his tongue.

"Almost there," Zhao Yunlan told him, "and you're almost done." He hoped. It looked like the device just needed one more adjustment, that last bar slid down, but he didn't really have a clue.

Their wannabe terrorist had apparently thought he'd bought some black-market Dixing trap, to imprison the fearsome Hei Pao Shi. He'd been ripped off.

The problem was that by the time Shen Wei himself had realized what was going on, he'd already taken four hits...Five? Six? Zhao Yunlan hadn't been paying that close attention, not until Shen Wei had stumbled, had put his hand to his head. He'd been affected enough by then for his explanation to be somewhat muddled. As far as Zhao Yunlan had followed it, the device trapping them here was more commonly used as some kind of...Dixing drinking game/escape room entertainment. Every time the puzzle-lock was manipulated another step, it locked down for a few minutes—and also emitted a charge of distorted dark energy that had a marked, if apparently not unpleasant, effect on Dixing neurology.

A temporary effect, Shen Wei had earnestly assured him, and not a dangerous one, but the effects were cumulative over the short-term. And intended to be spread among a bunch of Dixingren. If they could've taken the time, paused between attempts—but they didn't have the minutes to spare, not when the lock's seal also blocked phone signals for Zhao Yunlan to call out of this windowless room. And the clock was counting down, less than an hour to go, if the asshole currently laid out on the floor hadn't been lying.

Of course maybe he had been. Or else the rest of the SID had already found the bomb, evacuated the train; his team were no slouches. And that was if this guy could actually put together a functional explosive, which Zhao Yunlan had serious doubts about. But they didn't know, not until they got out of here, and for that—"Shen Wei?"

"Hmm?" Shen Wei said. His eyes were closed now and he was sagging against Zhao Yunlan—or more like plastering himself against him, like a drunk clutching at a streetlamp.

"The device," Zhao Yunlan told him, "you have to...do the thing. Come on, wake up, stay with me," and he jostled his hip against Shen Wei's.

Shen Wei blinked, raised his head with some effort. "The thing," he mumbled. "Yes, the..." He blinked his eyes hard, widened them. "Zhao Yunlan, you..."

That sounded a little more with it, the mumble sharpening with concern. "Yeah? What's wrong?"

"—Your eyelashes," Shen Wei said, carefully enunciated. "I can't see them, they're too..." His eyes crossed and he blinked them back, raised his hand to Zhao Yunlan's face. "They're fuzzy."

"Okay, I'll work on that," Zhao Yunlan told him, pushing off his hand before he got poked in the eye. "But the thing—can you see this device?"

"Device?" Shen Wei was still squinting in perplexed frustration at Zhao Yunlan's face.

Zhao Yunlan touched his cheek, gently turned his head toward the whatsit before the door. "The thing. You need to open it, remember?"

"The—yes." Shen Wei tried to straighten up from his slump, ended up at a more lopsided angle; Zhao Yunlan tightened his grip around his waist to keep him from melting back to the floor. Shen Wei didn't seem to notice, staring fixedly if hazily at the device. "I...I have to...to..."

He blinked again. Zhao Yunlan didn't blame him; the thing's polished metal, a maze of gears and crossed bars, was enough to make him dizzy, and he was stone-cold sober. "You have to open the last bar by the lock—the copper one, in there," and he pointed as well as he could, through the layers of mechanisms. He didn't dare bump anything—he couldn't move any of it anyway, without dark energy, and they'd already have it open if he hadn't tried earlier and triggered some trap that set them back a couple steps.

"The..." Shen Wei was reaching out his hand, toward the device, but not in the right area; Zhao Yunlan hastily grabbed his wrist.

"Whoa, no, not there, and the last thing you need is an extra hit." Zhao Yunlan had doubts he was going to be conscious after this hopefully last one. "The copper bar. The orangey one. "

"The orangey one," Shen Wei repeated. "That. That's..." He leaned in and then leaned back against Zhao Yunlan's arm, like he was trying to physically focus with his entire body when his eyes weren't managing it. "Zhao Yunlan, I...I feel odd."

Zhao Yunlan sighed, gave his waist a squeeze. "I know, baby, that's why you have to open this thing, and then we can go home and you can sleep this off."

"Home," Shen Wei murmured, then shook his head. "No," he said.

"No?"

"I don't want to sleep," Shen Wei said, with pouting obstinacy. "Home...and then you can fuck me."

Zhao Yunlan nearly staggered himself. "I can—"

"I want you to fuck me," Shen Wei said, pronouncing each word with dignified precision, including the one Zhao Yunlan couldn't remember ever hearing him say. He pressed himself up against Zhao Yunlan. "It always feels so good, when you're inside me. When I know you're there."

"Shen Wei, this—really isn't—" It was a challenge to fend him off while still keeping him from falling over. And not encouraging him by meeting his fuzzy yet all-too-intent gaze. Zhao Yunlan's hastily roving eyes fell on their criminal, collapsed in the corner. Shen Wei had put him down with a sleep spell or something and the guy just better hope it lasted, because if he woke up now Zhao Yunlan was totally going to kick him unconscious again.

Shen Wei had somehow contrived to wrap both of his arms around Zhao Yunlan—still clinging, but not just to keep on his feet, by where his hands were going. His lips were brushing Zhao Yunlan's ear, a wash of moist breath against his skin. "I want to fuck you too," Shen Wei said, "but right now...it wouldn't...it takes a lot of, of. Coordinating. Coordination."

Ironic he should say that; he maybe couldn't get himself vertical right now but he was coordinating his hand on Zhao Yunlan's ass just fine, even through the jeans. And certain traitorous parts of Zhao Yunlan's anatomy were trying to convert the adrenaline of urgency into something else altogether. "Coordination," Zhao Yunlan said, heard his voice crack and desperately battened it down. "Yeah, speaking of that—the door, remember, you need to open the door."

"The door..." Shen Wei mercifully paused his clumsy but all too effective groping.

"Yeah, the thingie, you just want to poke at it one more time—"

Shen Wei followed that well enough to look over at the device, then frowned, a deep line between his brows. "I don't," he said. "I don't want to touch that again."

Zhao Yunlan breathed out shakily. "Yeah, I get that, but—"

"I want to touch you, Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei said, and kissed him, sloppy and hungry and Zhao Yunlan knew he wasn't supposed to be enjoying this, not with everything at stake now, and not when Shen Wei was in this state, when he didn't even know what the hell he was doing—

—Though it was hard to believe he didn't have any idea. Zhao Yunlan hadn't really thought about it much, because he'd just assumed that the only type of drunk he'd ever see Shen Wei be was flat-on-his-back unconscious. If he'd been asked, though, he'd have predicted that Shen Wei would be a morose drunk, maudlin, feeling the weight of the world all the more profoundly. Uninhibitedly, wildly horny wouldn't have been his guess—his daydream maybe, but—

—But he was still the supposedly clear-headed one here, and also time limit, and if Shen Wei had recovered enough to be up for this—Zhao Yunlan took hold of Shen Wei's shoulders and pushed him back to break the kiss. Shen Wei made a protesting moan and tried to wind his way back around Zhao Yunlan like he was an honorary member of the Snake Tribe, until Zhao Yunlan said firmly, "Shen Wei, no."

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[xparrot]

Shen Wei jerked back hard enough to set himself wobbling. "N-no?" he said, shaking his head like he was trying to cast off the energy's effects. His ears were bright red and his lashes fluttered tremulously as he tried to take another step back. "I—I am sorry, Zhao Yunlan—if you, if you don't want—"

Not just slurred but shaky now, too, and if that glossy sheen in his dazed eyes became actual liquid, Zhao Yunlan wasn't going to be able to take it. "Shen Wei," he said, speaking distinctly, but as inviting as he could, as he put his hands back on Shen Wei's arms, met his falling gaze and pulled it back up again. "I do want you—baby, Xiao-Wei, you know I always want you. But in bed, at home. So you have to get us out of here, so we can go home, and then..."

Shen Wei stared at him with huge glazed eyes, even with Zhao Yunlan's hold swaying a little, like kelp drifting in a current. "Always?"

In spite of absolutely everything, Zhao Yunlan grinned. "Yeah, always," he said firmly. "And I'll prove it to you, later—first, the lock?"

He turned Shen Wei around toward the device. Shen Wei frowned at it, the set jaw and wrinkle in his brow almost enough to make him look normal. "Copper bar," Zhao Yunlan reminded him. "That one, you see it? I think you just have to move it down."

"That one," Shen Wei repeated, and raised his hand. The dark energy swirled around his fingers, looking relievingly the same as usual.

Less relieving was the way Shen Wei peered at those animate shadows like he wasn't sure what he was seeing. "Zhao Yunlan," he said. "I...I don't know that I..." His voice lowered to a confessional whisper. "I think...I may be slightly...compromised."

Zhao Yunlan looked at him. Shen Wei dropped his head guiltily. "The...the dark energy from this, it's all—all wavy and ticklish—and it's affecting my, my..." and he motioned vaguely near his head, his hand almost clipping Zhao Yunlan in the chin. "I'm feeling a...a little..."

"Just a little," Zhao Yunlan said, deadpan.

Shen Wei shook his head. "I'm sorry, I don't...I don't think I can..."

"Yes," Zhao Yunlan told him, "you can," and he tried not to sound like he was handing Shen Wei the keys to a Formula-One racecar after pouring a liter of moonshine down his throat. Even if that was kind of what this felt like. "You just flip down that bar, and then we're out of here—and then we can help all those people, the way you wanted. You told me you could do this, that with my help you could manage. And if you don't—if I can't help you enough—you're going to be so upset afterwards, you're going to be so angry—"

Shen Wei blinked at him, enough understanding getting through the fog of intoxication for him to look shocked. "No," he said, "no, I won't—not angry with you, never—"

"Not with me," Zhao Yunlan said. "You'll be angry with yourself. And I can't stand seeing that. It kills me." Shen Wei was staring at him, no restraint at all, just unfiltered dismay, and Zhao Yunlan tried not to feel like the worst partner in two worlds, as he said, "So you're going to get it together and do this—get us out of here, right now, while there's still time to save everybody."

"All right," Shen Wei said. His tone was decisive, determined, only undermined a bit by how his emphatic nod made him list like a sinking ship.

Zhao Yunlan stepped in to prop him up, and to point again, "The copper one, there," and Shen Wei raised a wavering hand, touched the device—sent the dark energy wrapped around his fingers twisting through the mechanism to surround the bar, while the device's own weirdly glistening energy coiled its way up his arm, winding into the very pores of his skin.

The first few times, Shen Wei hadn't reacted, but now, standing so close, Zhao Yunlan could hear his faint sigh—not pained, not at all; it wasn't quite a bedroom sound, but it wasn't that far off—then the last of both that suspect energy and Shen Wei's own brightened to paradoxically bright darkness—

Then vanished, as the copper bar dropped down with a clank. Gears whirred and turned, and then with a cheerfully anticlimactic click, the door unlocked.

"Yes!" Zhao Yunlan cried. "You did it!" and he grabbed Shen Wei, pressed a quick kiss on him.

Shen Wei blinked back at him, smiling dazedly. "Oh," he said. "That's...good," and he went boneless, so fast that Zhao Yunlan only just managed to turn his fall into a slower slide. Shen Wei wasn't quite out, but he was definitely not present either, letting his head roll back as he gazed aimlessly up at the lights. Zhao Yunlan propped him sitting against the wall, held his shoulder to stabilize him while with his other hand he got out his phone, called Da Qing.

"Oh there you are, Lao-Zhao—we've been trying to—"

"Yeah, yeah, no time—we got the guy, he spilled about the bomb—"

"In the station?" Da Qing said, sounding as smug as only a feline can be. "Yeah, we got that one, the bomb squad's already—"

"Great, what about the one on the train?"

"...The train?"

So Zhao Yunlan filled him in—half an hour to spare, should be enough, but to be sure after he hung up with Da Qing he called the police commissioner, then got the transit commissioner's number to boot and hollered them into action. Then he went and checked on their would-be anti-Dixing terrorist—the guy was sleeping like a baby still, maybe would be until Shen Wei could wake him up; and the handcuffs were secure.

By then Da Qing called back, to report the train was stopped—Lao-Chu, apparently less than trustful of the transit authority's timeliness, had taken matters into his own hands, or strings. It was getting evacuated now, and they found the explosive while Zhao Yunlan was still on the line. With the bomb squad already on the scene, Zhao Yunlan had few reservations about telling Da Qing the location for a cruiser to come pick up their suspect, then hanging up.

He went to Shen Wei, who was sitting at quite an angle, having slid partway down the wall and apparently either not interested in or not sure of how to push himself back up. It took a couple repetitions of his name before Shen Wei turned his head and blinked, very slowly. "Zhao...Zhao Yunlan," he said, and frowned, just slightly, like he wasn't quite sure how his forehead worked, either.

"Ready to go home?" Zhao Yunlan asked him.

"Home?" Shen Wei repeated, his frown deepening with the concentration it took to move his lips and tongue in sync. "Yes, I...yes."

Zhao Yunlan took his arm, wrapped it over his shoulders and pushed them both up, not surprised that he needed to bear the majority of Shen Wei's weight. If he could have, he would've just lifted Shen Wei in his arms, but he hadn't built up the muscle mass from a lifetime of battles and he suspected the attempt would just be embarrassing for both of them.

Shen Wei at least didn't seem to mind being draped over Zhao Yunlan; in fact he snuggled in, as tight as one of his best suits. "Home," he hummed, mostly to himself, his chin dipping to his chest. "Home, with you."

"Yeah, with me," Zhao Yunlan said, prodding him to take a stumbling step. The Jeep was right outside this warehouse and he wanted Shen Wei safely tucked away in it before the authorities turned up to this crime scene. "Home, and to bed, and then—"

"—You'll fuck me?"

Zhao Yunlan stopped. "You said," Shen Wei said, lifting his head, "if we...we..." he lost his train of thought, but determinedly rallied, "at home, that you'd—"

"Right," Zhao Yunlan said. "So, how about this—we go home, and go to bed, and I kiss you until you fall asleep. And when you wake up, then I can—or you can—whatever you're up for. Okay?"

Shen Wei took several more steps to process this, but finally conceded, "Okay. If you...if you kiss me."

"Until you're out," Zhao Yunlan promised, and gave him a peck on the cheek to seal it. "Also I'm going to requisition that Dixing doohickey, once the crime lab processes it. Depending on how you feel when you wake up from this—if you never want to see the damn thing again, you can smash it down to shards. Or otherwise—we ever get a free weekend, I could pick up a bottle of baijiu and we can see about working out some Haixing-Dixing drinking game." Which he'd probably end up regretting—Shen Wei couldn't hold his liquor, but his dark energy was another story; this thing had been designed for a whole party of Dixingren, after all...

"Mmm," Shen Wei said, not really agreement, probably not listening. He had contrived to wrap himself closer, until his head was flopped on Zhao Yunlan's shoulder and his nose was tucked into the curve of Zhao Yunlan's neck; now he seemed distracted smelling his skin. Zhao Yunlan couldn't blame him; it was pretty distracting for him, too, not to mention the hair tickling his chin, or the hand that was drifting down to his rear again. But they'd be home soon anyway.

"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei said, suddenly, urgent, tugging at Zhao Yunlan's arm.

They were almost to the Jeep, but Zhao Yunlan stopped. "Yeah, what?"

"Does..." Shen Wei pried his head up from Zhao Yunlan's shoulder, eyes widened to focus on Zhao Yunlan's face, his jaw set with the effort of coherency. "Does a blow job count as kissing?"

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[frith_in_thorns]

Ahahahahaha oh WOW this was hilarious. Poor Shen Wei! XD Yeah... definite trouble focusing there...

he motioned vaguely near his head, his hand almost clipping Zhao Yunlan in the chin. "I'm feeling a...a little..."
"Just a little," Zhao Yunlan said, deadpan.

I do hope he doesn't feel too bad about this when he wakes up! Not least because Zhao Yunlan will enjoy teasing him about this SO MUCH. Forever.

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[xparrot]

He's doing really well at focusing! ... Not on what Zhao Yunlan *wants* him to be focusing on, but you can't have everything...

I don't know much Zhao Yunlan is actually going to tease him... Not out of kindness but because he really would enjoy a repeat performance, with better timing, but only if Shen Wei is agreeable! 😁

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[yantantether]

I love this so much!! Zhao Yunlan's life is hard (and that's not the only thing, because altered and horny Shen Wei is a delicious LOT.) And ahahaha that last line!! ♥️

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[xparrot]

Heee thank you! And thank Naye for the final line, she told me to keep it when I wasn't sure (and told me to post at all, in spite of how absolutely silly it is! 😁)

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[kimboo_york]

OMG this is HILARIOUS and SWEET and SEXY and i love it!!! Oh, Shen Wei! I love the fact that he becomes a horny drunk, that is just so perfect. I need to see them negotiate some fun times around that. AHAHAHAA

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[xparrot]

Wahaha thank you!
I totally think Zhao Yunlan can talk Shen Wei into trying it again under more relaxing circumstances... But someone else will have to write it because I'm not up for that much smut 😁

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[yue_ix]

Tears of laughter and of satisfaction here!! This was incredibly good to me, Shen Wei high and horny and unravelled to his very core: a constant Thirst for Zhao Yunlan.

ZYL is so incredibly patient and doing his best despite being subjected to unspeakable temptation. Good little toaster!

To be honest amisdt all that I really, really, really enjoy the tapestry of Zhao Yunlan holding a very distractable Shen Wei in bed, leaning down over him and balancing on his elbows, and kissing him softly over and over, mostly on the lips but also, when Shen Wei keeps asking him to kiss "elsewhere", humming "here? Or here?" with an amused fond smile and kissing him on his brow and eyelids and nose and ears and chin, and making Shen Wei forget about his question until the next wave of lust, which steadily grow farther apart, until Shen Wei goes silent and falls asleep for good. Akshdhakdjfkdkajs. SO SOFT I CANNOT.

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[xparrot]

:D

And awwwww that is such the cutest picture! And probably how it went...though I'm actually not sure Shen Wei did fall asleep (these effects wear off somewhat faster than alcohol, and I wonder if Zhao Yunlan eventually looks into Shen Wei's face and sees Shen Wei watching him, smiling a little differently but just as warmly, and realizes that he's mostly sobered up, but is still waiting for Zhao Yunlan to kiss him once more before they go to sleep...)

(Zhao Yunlan's lips are going to be tired. Lucky he's got all that lollipop exercise :P)

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[no_detective]

I AM TWIRLING WITH JOY OVER THIS!!!!!!

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[xparrot]

Heeee! *Twirls you back*!

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[glymr]

This was so funny and sweet and delightful! The Dixing party escape room/drinking game device was sheer GENIUS! I love the effects on Shen Wei, and how he's so nakedly emotional here, it reminds me of younger!Shen Wei, so innocent and eager. I'm glad you kept the last line - if there's one thing I've learned in my rare attempts to write comedy, it's to go ahead and go over the top.

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[xparrot]

Heeeee -- the Dixing device is maybe the most contrived thing that I've ever come up with for a fic and, uhh, I kind of love it and want to play with it again ^^;; (so does Zhao Yunlan! Shen Wei, well, will have to see how he feels when he wakes up...)

Comedy is so hit-or-miss for me myself -- I have a lot of fun with it but it doesn't come to me on demand, just occasional bursts of inspiration! These guys have such a fun dynamic though, it moves it along.

(also heee that comedy is a rare thing for you -- so that One-Punch-Man masterpiece wasn't your default setting? ^^)

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[glymr]

It wasn't contrived, it was inspired! Hahaha, I could definitely see Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei having some fun with it in future stories. XD

(Oh goodness! *hides blushing face* Er, no? Not at all my default setting. XD But actually a good example of what I meant - that was such a ridiculous, over the top idea and I just had to go with it, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to write it. Thank you for the kind words - I don't know about 'masterpiece', though! ^=^; )

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[marycrawford]

"I don't want to sleep," Shen Wei said, with pouting obstinacy. "Home...and then you can fuck me."

Dying AGAIN and for entirely different reasons! The mix of hilarity and sexuality is so much fun, and oh, Shen Wei's inner slut is so pouty and adorable. <3

tried to wind his way back around Zhao Yunlan like he was an honorary member of the Snake Tribe

So great, and man I wish we'd had this in canon instead of episode 25...a girl can dream.

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[xparrot]

Heeee glad to...uh...kill you? (fic is weird! XD)

"Shen Wei's inner slut" HAH I love it! And yeah, I'm pretty sure there's a part of Shen Wei that's like that all the time, he's just...usually better at keeping a lid on it XD

...so how much would we have to crowd-fund to get Zhu Yilong and Bai Yu to shoot this for us, you think?

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[marycrawford]

"I am dead" and/or "You're killing me" is the highest compliment I can bestow :D

...so how much would we have to crowd-fund to get Zhu Yilong and Bai Yu to shoot this for us, you think?

OH man, can you imagine, we would raise SO MUCH MONEY. Sooooo much thirsty fangirl money. I would be first in line to donate, for sure.

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[umadoshi]

THIS one gets a whole different flavor of "OH, SHEN WEI, NO!" from me. *g* Poor high-and-horny sweetheart!

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[xparrot]

:D He's a little too cute this way, I have a problem (or Shen Wei does, but it's my fault... ^^;)

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[extrapenguin]

Ohhh Shen Wei, honey, no. This is hilarious and I loved the casefic background and the worldbuilding potential of the escape room drinking game, in addition to drunk Shen Wei, who is always a delight. (Drunk and horny sex fiend! Let's hope he doesn't die of mortification when he sobers up.)

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[xparrot]

Thank you! I think Shen Wei will be okay, when it was only Zhao Yunlan who saw him in such a state, and -- as Yunlan will be very happy to remind him -- none what he said was actually news to Yunlan