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holds up Chen Jingyi I made this! He's my lil art guy, and I love him!

Panzi has taught Wu Xie everything he knows, but it's still not enough to calm his nerves. When WU Xie asks to attend university, Panzi contacts an old friend and Wu Xie finally meets his master.

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Panzi cursed the sun. He was half blind in its direct glare, almost completely unable to see the flying roundhouse kick launched at him by Wu Xie. He blocked it—barely—his lower arm bristling with pain as Wu Xie’s leg collided, bone ringing against bone. Wu Xie hissed and landed, leaping to kick once more, but Panzi followed him, circling around until the mid-summer sun burned the back of his neck. Now able to see, he ducked under Wu Xie’s second kick and like lightning, pushed the landing young man off balance. Wu Xie stumbled but stayed on his feet.  A flash of soft fabric and warm cream danced in the corner of Panzi’s vision, and he almost forgot himself, catching and redirecting Wu Xie’s punch at the last second before turning it into a hasty arm bar. Wu Xie squirmed, trying to wriggle free, leaving Panzi mere seconds to catch his breath. Wu Xie had finally caught up to his speed. Only experience kept Panzi a hair’s breadth ahead of him in their sparring. However, despite his impressive speed, the boy had yet to reach Panzi’s level of strength, if he even could. He took after his father even after a decade of training, staying skinny no matter how much food Panzi put in front of him.  “Ow! Ow ow ow! I give!” Panzi released the arm bar, and they both crawled to their feet, panting and sweating in the burning sun.  “You did well, Xiao-Xie. You almost had me,” Panzi said, pulling Wu Xie up with him. It was only a matter of time before Wu Xie was beating him every time they sparred. 

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[epicwalrus]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

First part of my next Papa Panzi two-parter!

Two years have passed since the fall of the Wu. Wu Xie has restarted school, but one day, when he comes home from school in tears, Panzi begins to suspect his son is hiding something from him.

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Panzi never once thought his life would one day end up like this. When he was in the army, he expected to die on the battlefield, like many of his friends, in a hail of bullets and blood. When he had begun to work for Wu Sanxing, he had initially expected to die underground, either ripped to bloody ribbons by traps or dragged into Hell by the monsters that lurked in the shadows. Now, he didn’t know what to expect.  He sat at the small dining table he had sat at every day for the last two years—give or take—surrounded by the same small apartment. Little had changed since the early days, only a slowly growing collection of family photos and a fresh coat of paint changing the once bare walls. The rug was the same. The sofa bed Panzi called his own was the same. Even the draft that blew in through the gap beneath the front door was the same. He was alive, and despite his ongoing search for the Wu and Xie, the shadow of death no longer haunted him.  A dozen sheets of paper lay spread out before him, the names of the small team he had collected staring up at him. Panzi wished he could be the one out searching; being out in the field had always suited him best, but Wu Xie needed him, and he refused to take the boy anywhere near danger. So here he was, sitting at a dining table and reading reports from the team he envied. 

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Chen Jingyi

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Chen Jingyi

[randomdeinonychus]

The incredible Chen Jingyi. If you're not following her Instagram, you should be!

[epicwalrus]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A Bastard makes his appearance

Panzi has taught Wu Xie everything he knows, but it's still not enough to calm his nerves. When WU Xie asks to attend university, Panzi contacts an old friend, and Wu Xie finally meets his master.

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The words in front of Wu Xie were beginning to blur. The characters bled into one another as if their ink had not yet dried, but it had. Wu Xie knew they had because he had been staring at the textbook in front of him for the last three months, determined as he was to get into university.  He rubbed his eyes, glancing towards the kitchen from his place at the dining table. Panzi and Chen Jingyi stood side by side, their arms brushing against one another as they prepared dinner in comfortable silence. Wu Xie couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that sent his heartstrings trembling. How long would it be until he had what they did?  The front door burst open, a black shadow streaking into the room from outside. The streak was a man, tall and clothed head to toe in leather and dark denim. And he was heading right for Wu Xie. Wu Xie shoved his chair back, letting it topple and throwing himself into a backwards roll the moment it hit the ground. His heart pounded. A man in black. Just like the night he barely remembered, the night whose only memories were of terrifying heat and fear and strangers in the darkness.  Escape. He needed to escape. Panzi had always told him to escape if the strangers in black found them. He darted for the front door, past Panzi, who had flipped his kitchen knife into a reverse grip and had pulled a ghostly pale Chen Jingyi behind him. 

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