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Wherein intrepid explorer Zhao Yunlan walks into a cave looking for historical remains and his day does not at all go as expected

When your husband wants to make a corporate celebration calendar, what can possibly turn awkward? Everything, if your husband is Zhao Yunlan.

Zhao Yunlan can't sleep. Ye Zun can't either, but for different reasons.

Yun Lan had been laying in the infirmary bed for three days. Somehow the team had managed to separate him from the Guardian Lantern. He hadn’t been able to move a muscle since. It was as though his muscles had frozen in place.

Zhao Yulan's friend only moves to learn from him.

Whumptober 2021
#28 | Panic | Nightmares

Written ambiguously for reader's choice of fandom and pairing

"Shen Wei” he calls out. “Where are you Shen Wei?” he shoots two monsters in the head. For the moment there are no more coming. So Yun Lan turns to the cliff face where he last saw Shen Wei. Did he fall off the cliff? “Shen Wei” he calls out again, his gut twisted and heart pumping faster than it ever has, dread seeping into his body.

Wei is hungry, and Kun Lun is all too happy to feed him.

Zhao Yunlan is a horny bastard. Shen Wei is either cursed or blessed, I'm not sure which.

AKA: The Guardian piss kink fic no one asked for.

What would you recommend to encourage affection? Well, I certainly wouldn't think of a cat breaking my favorite teacup.

In which grocery-shopping brings back old memories, and Kun Lun's determined to make Shen Wei happy.

Watching the usually stoic professor like this was always a treat.

And in that moment, Shen Wei collapsed on Yun Lan. Air left his lungs and Yun Lan coughed at the sudden weight on him.

He turned Shen Wei over, checking for vital signs. His heart froze when he took his finger close to Shen Wei’s nose. He wasn’t breathing.

Yun Lan woke up in the middle of the night, not quite fully awake, just enough to throw his arm around Shen Wei. But Shen Wei wasn’t there. Yun Lan reached again for his husband and found air.
He found Shen Wei in the kitchen, his face turned away from him, shoulders hunched, reminding Yun Lan of one particular night.

Historians will call them anything but.

The question of love, residing on his mind, but he could only let him know through the stars over time.

But history hates lovers.

Danger finds Zhao Yunlan on his way home. Again.

Perhaps Zhao Yun Lan should have listened to Zhu Hong when she had suggested not to go after the pack of Dixingren alone. Well, technically he wasn’t alone. He had Xiao Guo but he had already passed out. He was behind a warehouse, grass growing around them.
Yun Lan blocked a punch to his face, his arm taking the hit, vibrating with pain. He was grateful that the Dixingren’s super strength hadn’t left his arm broken.

Guo Changcheng and his friends watch a movie together, meet Xiao Guo's colleagues, and have some revelations. (The friends have, about the colleagues.)