ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

Shen Wei’s own body is a shield between didi and any of the night’s predators that might come through the narrow opening. Be it an owl or a larger dragon or just the bitter wind, Shen Wei won’t let any of them lay a claw on his didi.

Sharp teeth nip lightly at his fingers, and his lips stretch into a helpless smile. Dutifully, he resumes his petting of the tangle of tiny dragons dozing in his lap.

Shen Wei has lost everything he held dear: his parents, his brother, and now their treasured pearls. A frantic search leads him to a new discovery which might just bring him out of the eternal darkness his life has become and to a place of self-acceptance and love.

Sometimes our enemies are really our friends and sometimes hell is of our own making.

It is all they have ever wanted—the close, near-effortless intimacy they share, finally allowed to flourish under their earnest, if inexperienced, hands.

And yet…

A snapshot of Zhao Yunlan dealing poorly with Shen Wei's continued absence.

The battle is one of the elements, for all that the combatants retain human form.

It's one night. Two men. The pleasure of one's company (among other things) sold to the highest bidder, who's looking forward to the planned culmination of the evening - provided they can survive the foreplay.

Continuation of 'The Guardian', the Chinese drama series...

Zhao YunLan lives his new life as the wick of the guardian lantern. Every day, he burnt mercilessly inside the lamp so that he can provide a better life for the DiXing people.

Until one day, an unusually beautiful comet passing him. Zhao YunLan recklessly makes wishes, which are brought into reality.

But what going to happen if every wish has its consequence?

"Zhao Yunlan is certain he has never seen this magnificent beauty before. And yet all at once, he’s hit by a feeling of recognition so poignant that he can’t help but feel like they must somehow know each other."

Centuries after the Second Great War, the portal between Haixing and Dixing has reopened once more. In this brave new world, Zhao Yunlan, chief of the re-established Special Investigations Unit, must battle nefarious underground forces that threaten the tenuous peace between the three races. Meanwhile, his private life is occupied by a promising romance with a mysterious Dixing-ren...who might just be the person Zhao Yunlan has been searching for all his life.

But is he?

Da Qing is just done with it all.

One of Shen Wei's many abilities is the power to conjure tiny animals. He decides to figure out everyone's favourites.

Zhao Yunlan looks for Shen Wei, and finds an adorable surprise.

Two years ago, the Black Robed Envoy cut ties with the Guardian Order and maintains his silence even as the new Guardian remolds SID. But the strings of fate cannot be denied and pull them both into a case that will be their beginning.

Between visiting an ancient dragon meeting place and walking into an ambush with half his team, Zhao Yunlan has an exciting week.

There are three kisses Luo Fusheng and Luo Fei share: one is a lie, one is a bargain, and the last one is honest

Da Qing sees how much produce was damaged at the stall.

While they were off being narrow sighted, self-sacrificing idiots Da Qing was going to be left behind.

Da Qing averted his eyes, curling tighter into himself. “Were you even going to tell me?”

He looks up again to look at the strange objects — the Hallows — glowing faintly in their glass cages. There is that feeling again, the one which has niggled at the back of Da Qing's mind ever since he first set his eyes on the Longevity Dial. Something like — like...

As if handling glass when it was anything but delicate, Zhao Yunlan cradled it in both hands removing from the cardboard box and bubble wrap. It was lighter than expected not that he could pin point why he thought it would be heavy in the first place. But those thoughts were fleeting, difficult to hold onto in the face of the sheer panic twisting it's way through his stomach at what it could mean. He stared almost entranced and unable to look away from the empty eye holes of the mask in his hands.
The familiar, ornate, black and silver mask.
If the mask was here, then where was Hei Pao Shi?