ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

Shen Wei was perfectly content with his life and the roles of a doting father and a dedicated professor. That was... until a certain devilishly handsome detective swooped in to make him that there was a lot he was missing on.

Zhao Yunlan has been punched before.

Punched, kicked, had his hair pulled. He’s been stabbed (thanks, Ding Dun!) and kneed in the groin. He’s even had his ribs broken by a tiny, fierce woman who absolutely did not believe she deserved to be incarcerated for almost killing her ex-boyfriend.

What he’s not had the pleasure of experiencing, until this moment, is a frying pan to the face.

On the verge of death, Ye Zun loses his memories temporarily, only to permanently gain the life he has always dreamed of.

They first met on the steps of a cat café.

More like, Ye Zun found himself passed out on the steps of a cat café and Da Qing was the unfortunate clot on the opening shift to find his drunk ass.

For Ye Zun Week Day 4| Free Day!

It's the summer festival and Moon Pillar Ye Zun is out on a hunt for his missing teammates.
A Guardian/Demon Slayer fusion

Written for Ye Zun Week Day 3: Monster, Horror, (no) Mercy

Shen Wei's Ghost Tribe body can be whatever gender it wants to be. Shen Wei wants to make Zhao Yunlan happy. Zhao Yunlan's godly powers have a sense of humor when it comes to wanting to "plant seeds" and make them grow. Shen Wei only figures out what happened after he starts gaining weight.

When Ye Zun is finally released from his imprisonment in Dixing, he decides to make a new life in Haixing. It's away from the baggage of home that Ye Zun can heal his relationship with Shen Wei. Told entirely through third-person avenues such as emails, social media and documents.

A modern Kunlun and xiao-Wei enjoy each other's company in the kitchen of their home, gazing at each other with the utmost love and affection. In this life, they share everything, including a pajama set and wedding rings!

Zhao Yunlan was the Chief of the Dragon City's Central Bureau, in the midst of pursuing not only serial killers, but also a gorgeous book-cafe owner named Shen Wei. A shame that the nerdy shop owner wasn't like what he seemed.

(Warnings: some cussing, depictions of violence, and my second-rate English)

Shen Wei!
Zhao Yunlan woke up with a gasp, hand reaching out towards the air to grasp the figure that was gradually disappearing in front of him, tears pooling in his eyes.
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the bedroom, reality started to sink in — that it was all just a dream, that his Shen Wei was alive.

Or my take on life for Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan after the event of Extra 4/Episode 40.

A young Zhao YunLan climbed up a tree and found a little someone.

Shen Wei wakes up alone and on fire.

There is a fever consuming him from the inside out, almost as if the soulfire Kunlun had entrusted him so long ago had grown too bright and too large for his body.

An urgency rises in Shen Wei’s throat, threatening to choke him with its abrupt ferocity. It has been long since he last felt this unrestrained, this desperate to get exactly what he wants—what he needs.

And what he needs is…

KunLun is always worried for his Xiao Wei, even more if the little ghost gets hurt.

Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan are the size of mice, clinging on to a snowy branch. Zhao Yunlan dangles from a frozen droplet and looks sheepishly down to where he could fall, while Shen Wei reaches toward him with a fretful shout!

Guo Changchend usually takes his camera to the SID to take a few photos, he likes keeping memories.

Zhao Yunlan embraces Shen Wei as they sit on the floor together. His expression is pinched, while Shen Wei appears bashful—yet unrepentant—and covered in minor wounds that have been treated with a first aid kit.

"Anything. Anything… for you." The last part was almost inaudible if it weren't for his keen senses. He felt the shells of his ears heating up and decided to ignore it. 

"Alright. Xiao Hei, let's teach you some manners first." And how to not flirt with every living and breathing person.