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The archaeology professor held out her phone so they could both see it. The screen was small and Shen Wei had to squint, but there in the photo were the words…

“Shen Wei loves Kunlun,” Zhao Yunlan read. He turned to face Shen Wei, who focused his attention on the phone instead.

“Now I know there have been many people called Shen Wei,” the professor said, “and I wouldn’t have bothered you over a name you share with a man from the ancient past, except look. The way he wrote his name… it’s almost identical to how you write yours.”

For the Kissathon prompt: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, confined spaces

Date night is something that Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei try hard to work into their schedules. It’s a way to briefly shuck off their heavy responsibilities and just enjoy time with one another.

And while it’s a goal they strive for most times date night gets pushed aside for things deemed more important. Usually something that involves saving the world.

But today is different. Today Zhao Yunlan has shoved the world and its concerns back for date night to commence. Luckily for him (perhaps not Shen Wei) it’s his turn to pick where they go tonight!

When Shen Wei finally gets a phone, Zhao Yunlan seizes the opportunity with both hands.

Shen Wei can only wonder how many bear pictures there can possibly be to be found on the internet.

Shen Wei isn’t sure if he considers himself born. If he thinks hard enough, he can bring up hazy, black and white images of a humanoid figure hunched over him; a soft, warm voice sings in a language he has long forgotten, and a gentle hand combs through his hair.
In his darkest days, when he reaches for these images most, he’s not sure if these are a memory or the desperate attempts of a mind seeking comfort.
In any case, language is complex and difficult to get precise, and so born is probably still the best word for how Shen Wei came into being. He was born.
His brother, Ye Zun, was born first.

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.

Updated to de-anon on 11/14/2021 :)

“Holy fuu -!”

The half-formed words slip out loud and sharp within the confines of the warehouse and Zhao Yunlan freezes in place, eyes widening to an almost comical degree.

He probably should have brought back-up with him. Scratch that, he should definitely have. Shen Wei is going to be very mad at him, so mad, but that’s a thought for later. Right now, Zhao Yunlan needs to survive the hellish sight that’s before him.

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.

Updated to de-anon on 11/14/2021 :)

“Come now, isn’t this a fun Haixingren drinking game?”

“No wait that’s not right. What’s the real word I’m looking for?”

The Dixingren’s expression turns thoughtfully puzzled as he searches for the right words.

The Black Cloak Envoy’s words echoed in the back of his head, as they had every time he engaged in these experiments since: ”surely you didn't begin your studies with an intimate knowledge of physics or chemistry.”

What happened? Shen Wei couldn’t… something was wrong. He couldn’t move or-

The blow came out of nowhere, snapping his head to the side. His mouth was full of blood-

“Wake up, gege.”

Right. Dixing, Ye Zun, the pillar.

"I was just wondering what you look like, coming apart by your own hand."

Updated to de-anon on 11/14/2021 :)

Smoke is everywhere.

It blurs the harsh shapes of the cars that now sit still in the two-lane street.

For the Kissathon prompt: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, making up after an argument/disagreement

For the Kissathon prompt: Chu Shuzhi/Shen Wei, devotion

“Dumbass,” mutters Chu-ge, and Changcheng’s self-consciousness and curiosity combine and escalate to unbearable levels. Is Chu-ge calling him a dumbass in a bad way? Is he mad? It’s so hard to tell with the mask obscuring half his face.