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"Am I still dreaming?"
"No?"
Wu Xie pinches his arm harshly, letting out a hiss of pain. Kunlun wants to immediately reach forward to stop him but doesn't want to startle the man. "Hallucinating then? Sleep deprivation can cause those, right?"
Kunlun's eyebrows scrunch closer. "Why would I be? Do you not want me here?" He isn't able to bury all the hurt from his voice. Had he already disappointed this new follower?
"What? No no no. You're great here." Wu Xie reaches out and rests a hand on Kunlun's forearm. The eagerness to reassure Kunlun eases the worry that had been rising up within the god.
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University student, Wu Xie, is just trying his best to finish the last year of his architecture degree when a late night studying ends up with a god he had only read about appearing before him. With little answers about how or why Kunlun has appeared, the pair gradually grow closer as Kunlun finds a place for himself in this modern world and Wu Xie makes space for the god that seemed to appear out of nowhere that is intent on looking out for him.
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Inspired by prompt about a history buff accidentally summoning of a forgotten god by writing-prompt-s on Tumblr

Back when Zhao Yunlan was still in college, Shen Wei starts teaching a qigong/neigong/tai chi (he has a class on each and then exercises from each) activity at school, after a fellow professor saw him doing an exercise one day and suggested it and then there was interest from his students and then he's suddenly in charge of multiple classes of it.

And then Zhao Yunlan tries to sign up.

Wu Xie is trying to find the perfect Valentine's Day gift for Shen Wei, Zhao Yunlan thinks everything is going perfectly well.
So why is Shen Wei crying?

***
Or where Shen Wei has a little surprise about his Dixing culture on Valentine's Day.

"I don't need any gifts, you here are enough."

Zhang Qiling shows up at the Special Investigations Bureau post his ten years behind the Bronze Gate, worried about Zhang Family Amnesia otherwise called loss of soul. It turns out Shen Wei knows exactly what happened to the Zhang clan to have them guard the Bronze Gate and that Houtu's Great Seal was sealing the same place that was behind the Bronze Gate.

After going through it all, just Shen Wei wanting to embrace his Zhao Yunlan like his youthful heart had intended.

The soul is like a violin string; it
makes music only when it's stretched.

Shen Wei often wonders what would've happened if he died. If they both died. If Ye Zun wasn't defeated. Things would be much darker. Dixing wouldn't have light and both the people of Dixing and Hixing would be in danger.

or

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei suffer from PTSD and sometimes things get a little tough.

"Dearest" you said and my heart beat to the rhythm of the word. "You are my life."

Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan got married and now we see them on their reception.

Shen Wei lets his guard down around the team.

The SID members answer the question everybody wonders about: Did they have a crush on Shen Wei at any point?

“He’s just a loveable ball of rain clouds. With a rainbow.” - Zhao Yunlan

After traumatic experiences sometimes all you need is a big hug from your husband and a good talk. But when your husband is Zhao Yunlan, who's filled with mischief to the brim, the talk turns into a pillow fight.

"My dear, I'll keep holding on to the hope that I will be able to hold you through the night once again."
A knight and a lord fell in love and now they have to spend a year apart. Shen Wei has a lot of feelings to be shared.

...or just a knight au nobody asked for.

Five years into their cohabitation is long enough for Shen San to have worked out a crude way to make paper out of pulped wood; a week before the new year, he presses several sheets and soaks them in red berry juice.

POV: you left your husband and cat alone with the kite for ten minutes

“My still so dear Yunlan,

Once again I woke up thinking about writing to you. I've been trying for a long time, but the words escape me, as if there isn't all this chaos inside me about you. As if I don't have words for all the things that are gone. And for those things that still could be something beautiful.

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For Shen Wei, for the pain in his chest that hadn't ceased since Zhao Yunlan left, it didn't need a long speech, a long argument. He didn't need much more than that oblivion which, for him, meant forgiveness. Anything else would just be superfluous.

As it was during their previous meetings, the man didn’t look surprised. He was wearing black robes that reminded Shen Wei a bit of his own, though the stranger’s were of slightly lower quality. Hell probably didn’t care much about the prices of the materials, especially when dressing their failed experiments.
“I still don’t know who you are,” the man said out of the blue, addressing Shen Wei directly for the first time.
“Most people ask me what am I.”

Zhao Yunlan on a way to solve the mystery of red pocket money disappearance.