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After his trip to the past 10,000 years ago, Zhao Yunlan attempts to adjust to the present.

Shen Wei’s eyelid twitch as Yunlan unwraps another lollipop, closes his spit-shiny lips around the spherical head while looking at Shen Wei under dark eyes and thick lashes. Fists clenched on his pant leg, Shen Wei swallows and tamps down the urge to grab Yunlan across the table.

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Story set between episode 14 and 15 when Zhao Yunlan changed his hairstyle.

Inspired by andwebegin's Guardian Fake Sub Series
Original post on Tumblr here.

“Can you ask Shen Wei if he likes me?”

Inspired by andwebegin's Guardian Fake Sub Series
Original post on Tumblr here.
“Look, I have no idea how I persuaded your dad to date me, Da Qing,” Zhao Yunlan says as he swivels around in his chair. “I got lucky with my charm and good looks."

Yunlan's bad at cooking.

Shen Wei had lived for enough millennia that he remembered when the mountains were young. He had seen the forests shed their first leaves, the beginning blush of autumn. He had seen the fire of a god’s heart spread across the land and collected the fragments with reverent fingers. He had seen the rise of people, watched buildings grow higher and higher until they scraped the very heavens like pillars of the Earth.

And now, he had seen the soul of Kunlun— the mountain god, his love, his mentor, worth the world and all his lonely years— shine from the eyes of a cat.

Da Qing and Shen Wei have a conversation about Zhao Yunlan, and a past memory is revisited.

Originally posted on Tumblr.

Two sides of a moment.

Side A: Chu Shu Zhi
Side B: Guo Chang Cheng

Guo is not allowed to babysit anymore. At least, not without Chu along to keep things “normal”.

Yunlan wondered when the last time was that he felt so at peace.

Yunlan’s smile falls. “Xiao Wei…” he murmurs. “What if-”

Shen Wei covers Yunlan’s mouth with his hand to stop him from finishing his sentence. “No matter how long,” he repeats. He moves his hand, cups Yunlan’s face. “If the war takes a year, I will wait a year. If it takes ten, I will wait ten.”

“And if the war takes me?” Yunlan asks quietly. “What then, my love?”

Zhao Yunlan is not the master Shen Wei expected.