ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

Zhao Yunlan sits up abruptly in bed, and hisses sharply at how it makes his sore body twinge. The noise from the kitchen pauses for the briefest of seconds before restarting, somehow more carefully deliberate than before. The smell isn’t his imagination. There is someone cooking real food in his kitchen, right now.

Or, Zhao Yunlan's one night stand makes himself at home.

Shen Wei removes his mask. The soft brush of air against his cheeks still feels unnatural, but he hopes the gesture will signal this is an unofficial exchange, between friends. “Da Qing, it’s not that I don’t trust him. He’s a great man. But something strange is going on.”

Shen Wei, from the mountains. Perfectly serviceable for the lost child that had appeared before the Alliance soldiers, determined to find his brother. The Black-Cloaked Envoy. Even more appropriate for the dark, mythic figure, the Alliance’s awe and fear in equal measure.

He’d wondered idly sometimes, which one would appear on his soulmate. Shen Wei? Or Hei Pao Shi?

And then of course, Kunlun dropped into his life.

When he comes to, the man is still there – but Gege isn't.

Or, Ye Zun, from the cliff to the fall.

The mating rituals and other idiocracies of SID

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'Suits' prompt for the Guardian Bingo

Shen Wei endures a great ordeal to get Ye Zun a plush dragon.

Lin Jing wisely plays along. "O Great Cat," the computer geek wails dramatically. "Not the Lao Zhao gossip! We are your humble servants, and your tales bring the light to our miserable lives."

"That's more like it," Da Qing sniffs then grins. "So, wanna know what I saw yesterday?"

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…

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

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

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

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...