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50 sentences: All the Flavors (Zhao Yunlan, Guardian)
Title: All the Flavors | ao3 link
Character: Zhao Yunlan
Fandom: Guardian (TV)
Relationship: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: M
Warnings: sexual content, mentioned canonical character death (no ao3 warnings apply)
speak
He may know next to nothing about bioengineering, but he sneaks into Shen Wei's lectures regardless, just to listen to him speak.
touch
He knows Shen Wei's body as well as he does his own, but when this version of him — the soft, shy, uncertain Shen Wei — inches his hand closer and closer until their fingers touch, Zhao Yunlan forgets how to breathe.
memory
"You're not alone anymore, Xiao Wei — now I remember everything about us too," he murmurs as he re-learns his Shen Wei all over again.
vanilla
He breathes Shen Wei in, all vanilla and cinnamon and home, letting the flour from Shen Wei's apron dust his leather jacket.
chocolate
Licking melted chocolate off of Shen Wei's fingertips sounds like a reasonable addition to the baking process until Da Qing tells them to get a room.
ways and means
"You know that saying 'I bought you a gift' is an option when you want to seduce a professor with a pile of books, right?" Da Qing says, his voice somewhere between laughter and pity, and Zhao Yunlan would have a riposte ready if his stomach wasn't feeling all out of sorts.
belief
He didn't believe in love, or happiness, or future; they found him anyway.
linger
"Give me a second to catch my breath, Xiao Wei," he gasps and lets his mouth fall open against Shen Wei's inner thigh, a lingering half-kiss.
luminance
He has never seen anyone else in moonlight this pure — no light pollution anywhere to be seen — and he doesn't want to; this glow was made for Shen Wei.
ornament
The first time Shen Wei offers to tidy up Zhao Yunlan's beads, they're disheveled only from sleep; the second time it's Shen Wei hands in his hair that have done most of the damage.
coup de foudre
Shen Wei looks up at him for the very first time, from the university yard, from the battlefield.
archway
Hugging the Black-Cloaked Envoy as he makes his dramatic entrance may ruin the effect just a little bit, but sometimes Zhao Yunlan simply can't resist.
fate
'We will meet again' sounds like a prophecy, like fate or destiny or maybe just desperate hope, and he wishes he could tell Shen Wei that it's something so much better — that they have already met again.
pulse
Shen Wei's heartbeat speeds up against Zhao Yunlan's palm, fingertips tangled lazily in the cord of his necklace, the steady rhythm of Shen Wei's pulse point under his lips.
envelope
"If you think I would use the SID's resources for my wedding invitations— well, yes, I would, but Shen Wei can send beautiful dark energy messages for free, so I don't need to."
cold
It's almost embarrassing how much his teeth are chattering during their night watch, but the black cloak wrapped around his shoulders — solid, heavy and curiously not mystical at all — makes it all worth it.
need
"Need you inside me, Xiao Wei," he gasps, rocking into their embrace, their long hair tangling together, and finds out that younger, wide-eyed Shen Wei is just as eager to provide.
drunk
He wakes up in Shen Wei's arms, without a headache, no bottles rolled under his bed, and he really, really doesn't miss his old life.
mask
The edges of the mask press into his palm and fingers as he grasps it, Shen Wei's bare face between his thighs.
rose
He tucks a wild rose behind Shen Wei's ear during one of their patrols — a sudden whim he can't resist — and Shen Wei's cheeks turn the most perfect shade of pink that the flower could never compare to.
two
Shen Wei opens him up with his finger — so new, so eager — and Zhao Yunlan breathes, somewhere between helpful information and a desperate plea, "You can add another one, Xiao Wei."
fresh
He has never seen as many vegetables in one room as he sees every day in his own kitchen since Shen Wei moved in.
bribe
"Professor Shen doesn't take bribes," Zhao Yunlan can barely hold in his laughter as he solemnly explains it to the student who left a pack of lollipops for the professor's husband.
error
He's starting to suspect that some of the technology errors are in fact fabricated by Shen Wei so that he can ask Zhao Yunlan for hands-on help; he doesn't mind even a little bit.
appetite
'I would rather eat you' is not something Zhao Yunlan can truthfully say now that Shen Wei cooks for him; dinner and Shen Wei are equally delicious.
refrain
No sending nudes during class, no matter how perfect the angle is, Zhao Yunlan tells himself sternly, waiting for Shen Wei's lunch break.
family
"Family photo!" Da Qing exclaims and takes a selfie of the three of them cuddled on the couch, and Zhao Yunlan is stunned speechless by how right it sounds.
grieve
Maybe living with a fake Zhao Yunlan made it harder for everyone to get closure; maybe that's a good thing now that he's back and no one has to grieve him anymore.
vapor
"I knew that the freezing mist was just for show," Zhao Yunlan murmurs in the Envoy's warm arms.
tea
It's not until the Envoy is simply Shen Wei that Zhao Yunlan realizes that he never made the tea he had promised him during their first meeting.
medicine
The fact that Shen Wei clearly wants to be in Zhao Yunlan's presence after he was curled up on the sidewalk, passed out and tried to dry-swallow pills is so baffling that Zhao Yunlan has nothing to lose — shamelessly sprawling himself on the bed is just the logical next step.
moth
"Xiao Wei, can you teleport this moth out of here?" Zhao Yunlan murmurs, half asleep, when Da Qing canonballs into their bed in pursuit of his prey.
perfect
"My perfect Xiao Wei," he whispers just to see Shen Wei's blush spread to the tips of his ears under the curtain of black hair, his lips parting in a silent gasp, inviting more kisses.
rope
He keeps the rope burns around his neck for far too long, letting Shen Wei kiss them but not heal them, not until he's completely sure that Shen Wei is here to stay, real, alive.
wind
Handsome, long-haired general on a windy cliff, my ass, Zhao Yunlan grumbles, combing out the bird's nest on his head.
crossroads
If doing something stupid in the past could change the future and make it impossible to go back home, it probably already happened in the first few minutes — now Zhao Yunlan is free to make stupid choices without worry.
summer
He lets the popsicle melt a bit and drip down his chin; he may be handed a tissue with an exasperated sigh or he may be licked clean — it's always worth a try.
candy
The first sweep of Shen Wei's tongue on the other side of the lollipop is even sweeter than the candy between them.
photograph
"I wish I had a photo of you back then, when you first met me," Zhao Yunlan says, and his mouth parts in awe as Shen Wei takes off his glasses and lets his hair grow longer.
spoon
Sometimes he keeps an empty spoon in his mouth, tongue tracing the shape languidly, until Shen Wei blushes; most of the time it doesn't take more than twenty seconds.
forest
There may be leaves in his hair and a rock under his hip, but with Shen Wei in his arms there's nowhere he would rather be.
mirror
Zhao Yunlan admires the new robes and braids, and thinks of his child self in a handmade costume who would be so excited for him right now — he really looks like a proper wuxia hero.
smoke
He has zero regrets about trading smoking for lollipops — simulating a blowjob using a cigarette has never been quite effective enough.
shine
The pendant turns dull in his hands when Shen Wei is gone, as if it really used to be more than just an ordinary wrapper.
balloon
"Damn Cat," he grunts when a BOOM startles him and Shen Wei awake, and then he remembers the wedding balloons all over their living room and can't possibly be angry anymore.
vine
When he finds out about Shen Wei's plants powers, he's not even finished whispering all of his new ideas into the crook of Shen Wei's neck when vines starts to snake around his thighs.
butterfly
He never really understood the idea of butterfly kisses until Shen Wei's truly out-of-this-world eyelashes.
gloves
He sucks Shen Wei's finger into his mouth all the way up to the wrist guard, suddenly delighted that the Envoy doesn't wear gloves.
venom
The first thing that ever made young Shen Wei swat him in flustered, fond exasperation was an offer to suck it out when Shen Wei healed his own snake bite wound; Zhao Yunlan is still quite smug about that.
remain
He clasps the pendant around Shen Wei's neck when they're both back, the crack in it healing under their joined hands.
Character: Zhao Yunlan
Fandom: Guardian (TV)
Relationship: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan
Theme set: Alpha
Rating: M
Warnings: sexual content, mentioned canonical character death (no ao3 warnings apply)
speak
He may know next to nothing about bioengineering, but he sneaks into Shen Wei's lectures regardless, just to listen to him speak.
touch
He knows Shen Wei's body as well as he does his own, but when this version of him — the soft, shy, uncertain Shen Wei — inches his hand closer and closer until their fingers touch, Zhao Yunlan forgets how to breathe.
memory
"You're not alone anymore, Xiao Wei — now I remember everything about us too," he murmurs as he re-learns his Shen Wei all over again.
vanilla
He breathes Shen Wei in, all vanilla and cinnamon and home, letting the flour from Shen Wei's apron dust his leather jacket.
chocolate
Licking melted chocolate off of Shen Wei's fingertips sounds like a reasonable addition to the baking process until Da Qing tells them to get a room.
ways and means
"You know that saying 'I bought you a gift' is an option when you want to seduce a professor with a pile of books, right?" Da Qing says, his voice somewhere between laughter and pity, and Zhao Yunlan would have a riposte ready if his stomach wasn't feeling all out of sorts.
belief
He didn't believe in love, or happiness, or future; they found him anyway.
linger
"Give me a second to catch my breath, Xiao Wei," he gasps and lets his mouth fall open against Shen Wei's inner thigh, a lingering half-kiss.
luminance
He has never seen anyone else in moonlight this pure — no light pollution anywhere to be seen — and he doesn't want to; this glow was made for Shen Wei.
ornament
The first time Shen Wei offers to tidy up Zhao Yunlan's beads, they're disheveled only from sleep; the second time it's Shen Wei hands in his hair that have done most of the damage.
coup de foudre
Shen Wei looks up at him for the very first time, from the university yard, from the battlefield.
archway
Hugging the Black-Cloaked Envoy as he makes his dramatic entrance may ruin the effect just a little bit, but sometimes Zhao Yunlan simply can't resist.
fate
'We will meet again' sounds like a prophecy, like fate or destiny or maybe just desperate hope, and he wishes he could tell Shen Wei that it's something so much better — that they have already met again.
pulse
Shen Wei's heartbeat speeds up against Zhao Yunlan's palm, fingertips tangled lazily in the cord of his necklace, the steady rhythm of Shen Wei's pulse point under his lips.
envelope
"If you think I would use the SID's resources for my wedding invitations— well, yes, I would, but Shen Wei can send beautiful dark energy messages for free, so I don't need to."
cold
It's almost embarrassing how much his teeth are chattering during their night watch, but the black cloak wrapped around his shoulders — solid, heavy and curiously not mystical at all — makes it all worth it.
need
"Need you inside me, Xiao Wei," he gasps, rocking into their embrace, their long hair tangling together, and finds out that younger, wide-eyed Shen Wei is just as eager to provide.
drunk
He wakes up in Shen Wei's arms, without a headache, no bottles rolled under his bed, and he really, really doesn't miss his old life.
mask
The edges of the mask press into his palm and fingers as he grasps it, Shen Wei's bare face between his thighs.
rose
He tucks a wild rose behind Shen Wei's ear during one of their patrols — a sudden whim he can't resist — and Shen Wei's cheeks turn the most perfect shade of pink that the flower could never compare to.
two
Shen Wei opens him up with his finger — so new, so eager — and Zhao Yunlan breathes, somewhere between helpful information and a desperate plea, "You can add another one, Xiao Wei."
fresh
He has never seen as many vegetables in one room as he sees every day in his own kitchen since Shen Wei moved in.
bribe
"Professor Shen doesn't take bribes," Zhao Yunlan can barely hold in his laughter as he solemnly explains it to the student who left a pack of lollipops for the professor's husband.
error
He's starting to suspect that some of the technology errors are in fact fabricated by Shen Wei so that he can ask Zhao Yunlan for hands-on help; he doesn't mind even a little bit.
appetite
'I would rather eat you' is not something Zhao Yunlan can truthfully say now that Shen Wei cooks for him; dinner and Shen Wei are equally delicious.
refrain
No sending nudes during class, no matter how perfect the angle is, Zhao Yunlan tells himself sternly, waiting for Shen Wei's lunch break.
family
"Family photo!" Da Qing exclaims and takes a selfie of the three of them cuddled on the couch, and Zhao Yunlan is stunned speechless by how right it sounds.
grieve
Maybe living with a fake Zhao Yunlan made it harder for everyone to get closure; maybe that's a good thing now that he's back and no one has to grieve him anymore.
vapor
"I knew that the freezing mist was just for show," Zhao Yunlan murmurs in the Envoy's warm arms.
tea
It's not until the Envoy is simply Shen Wei that Zhao Yunlan realizes that he never made the tea he had promised him during their first meeting.
medicine
The fact that Shen Wei clearly wants to be in Zhao Yunlan's presence after he was curled up on the sidewalk, passed out and tried to dry-swallow pills is so baffling that Zhao Yunlan has nothing to lose — shamelessly sprawling himself on the bed is just the logical next step.
moth
"Xiao Wei, can you teleport this moth out of here?" Zhao Yunlan murmurs, half asleep, when Da Qing canonballs into their bed in pursuit of his prey.
perfect
"My perfect Xiao Wei," he whispers just to see Shen Wei's blush spread to the tips of his ears under the curtain of black hair, his lips parting in a silent gasp, inviting more kisses.
rope
He keeps the rope burns around his neck for far too long, letting Shen Wei kiss them but not heal them, not until he's completely sure that Shen Wei is here to stay, real, alive.
wind
Handsome, long-haired general on a windy cliff, my ass, Zhao Yunlan grumbles, combing out the bird's nest on his head.
crossroads
If doing something stupid in the past could change the future and make it impossible to go back home, it probably already happened in the first few minutes — now Zhao Yunlan is free to make stupid choices without worry.
summer
He lets the popsicle melt a bit and drip down his chin; he may be handed a tissue with an exasperated sigh or he may be licked clean — it's always worth a try.
candy
The first sweep of Shen Wei's tongue on the other side of the lollipop is even sweeter than the candy between them.
photograph
"I wish I had a photo of you back then, when you first met me," Zhao Yunlan says, and his mouth parts in awe as Shen Wei takes off his glasses and lets his hair grow longer.
spoon
Sometimes he keeps an empty spoon in his mouth, tongue tracing the shape languidly, until Shen Wei blushes; most of the time it doesn't take more than twenty seconds.
forest
There may be leaves in his hair and a rock under his hip, but with Shen Wei in his arms there's nowhere he would rather be.
mirror
Zhao Yunlan admires the new robes and braids, and thinks of his child self in a handmade costume who would be so excited for him right now — he really looks like a proper wuxia hero.
smoke
He has zero regrets about trading smoking for lollipops — simulating a blowjob using a cigarette has never been quite effective enough.
shine
The pendant turns dull in his hands when Shen Wei is gone, as if it really used to be more than just an ordinary wrapper.
balloon
"Damn Cat," he grunts when a BOOM startles him and Shen Wei awake, and then he remembers the wedding balloons all over their living room and can't possibly be angry anymore.
vine
When he finds out about Shen Wei's plants powers, he's not even finished whispering all of his new ideas into the crook of Shen Wei's neck when vines starts to snake around his thighs.
butterfly
He never really understood the idea of butterfly kisses until Shen Wei's truly out-of-this-world eyelashes.
gloves
He sucks Shen Wei's finger into his mouth all the way up to the wrist guard, suddenly delighted that the Envoy doesn't wear gloves.
venom
The first thing that ever made young Shen Wei swat him in flustered, fond exasperation was an offer to suck it out when Shen Wei healed his own snake bite wound; Zhao Yunlan is still quite smug about that.
remain
He clasps the pendant around Shen Wei's neck when they're both back, the crack in it healing under their joined hands.
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