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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.)

Zhao Yun Lan wasn’t feeling well. He sneezed for the hundredth time that day. His muscles were sore and weak. Perhaps he should call it a day and head home. But will the team behave in his absence? Another sneeze wrecked his body.
Perhaps he didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Soon his head would start to spin and then how would he drive himself back home?

When Wei applied for the position as a famous actor's personal assistant, he would have never expected it to actually lead somewhere. But he must have made some sort of impression on Kunlun, because a few days later he finds his whole life turned upside down as he follows his greatest idol around while trying to cope with his own feelings.

Guo Changcheng gets a little braver in the dark.

During the SID's Halloween party, everyone is suddenly turned into whatever costume they're wearing.

Slowly, deliberately, Kunlun leans down to press a kiss against Xiao Wei's forehead. He doesn't let Xiao Wei turn his head down, and just tightens his grip on Xiao Wei's jaw to keep him in place, watching the blush spreading over Xiao Wei's cheeks.

[Podfic of my own story.]

Slowly, deliberately, Kunlun leans down to press a kiss against Xiao Wei's forehead. He doesn't let Xiao Wei turn his head down, and just tightens his grip on Xiao Wei's jaw to keep him in place, watching the blush spreading over Xiao Wei's cheeks.

“His eyes are creepy. They suck in light, like black holes,” says Da Qing when their host has gone to prepare some food.

“No, no, that’s not it. They’re more like - like a night sky, when it’s clear and there’s no moon, but the stars are shinning. Like that Van Gogh painting,” answers Zhao Yunlan.

Da Qing looks at him with judgmental eyes and sighs, long-suffering.

“We are going to be brutally murdered,” decides Da Qing. “And it’s going to be because you were thinking with your dick.”

shen wei has never really enjoyed storms, but maybe this one will finally bring something good

Chibi fanart of Kunlun, Little Ghost King and kitten Da Qing. (traditional media)