ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

Shen Wei doesn’t say anything for a long time, and Zhao Yunlan watches him: the long sweep of his eyelashes, the hollow of his cheeks, the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“Tell me about the case,” Shen Wei says, finally.

When ghost sightings start to pop up all over Dragon City, it’s up to the SID to crack open the case, even with Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei still recovering from Ye Zun’s defeat.

Shen Wei wears garters, Yunlan notices, it goes as you would expect. (WITH ART!!)

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Shen Wei is tired, and Zhao Yunlan has things to say.

Zhu Yilong shakes Bai Yu's hand, making sure his touch doesn't linger. Sparks don't fly, his world doesn't turn upside down, and the smile he gives Bai Yu is all polite detachment.

Shen Wei's beginnings as a humble, technologically-impaired university student.

When Shen Wei and Ye Zun walk through the gate into the swirling purple mist, they are given not oblivion but a chance to start over.

Zhao Yunlan lifts an open palm, his smile turning into a grin. "Welcome to the SID!"

And then, because his brain-to-mouth filter is plainly broken, and upsetting Shen Wei to a previously unknown degree apparently calls for an encore, he adds, "Though I'm wondering, why do I get the impression you'd have been less upset if I'd asked for a kiss?"

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei, trapped in the darkness under the mountain together while investigating a dangerous case, finally share some secrets and reach a new understanding.

And the one time that Shen Wei gave clothes to Zhao Yunlan. (Sort of.)

The one where the SID plan Wang Zheng and Sang Zan's wedding.

Very unfortunately for Zhao Yunlan, the real Kunlun's relatives turn up and demand concessions. Fortunately for Zhao Yunlan, the concessions aren't unpleasant.

“A new heist.”

Da Qing almost drives off the road.

Nine times Zhao Yunlan found out Shen Wei’s secret identity. (Attempt #6 was the one with the bees.)

Zhao Yunlan returns to his childhood home, and to the monster living in it.

It’s mornings like these, when the sun takes its time to rise and the clouds spread thick in the sky that he feels it most — that sense of homesickness, of longing for a place he can’t go back to, not anymore. The kitchen fan clicks itself off, leaving Chu in silence before the shuffling behind him alerts him to Guo’s presence.

“Good morning,” Guo says softly, a hand landing gently on the back of Chu’s shoulder.

It was supposed to be the perfect so-sorry-I-got-sucked-into-time travel-without-you make up gift. Too bad he lost it.