ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

“I’m not ready to accept a system not subject to our laws,” says Zhao Yunlan, serious now.

Of course, it’s a difficult statement to make. The reality of SID is that they do deal with people who are, one way or another, above the law. The horribly trite truth is that there’s one law for ordinary people, and another for those who rule them – be it by dint of political power, or wealth, or simply fear. Zhao Yunlan’s job is, like a precarious set of scales, to try to find the balance in righting wrongs. To play the system, as best he can, to get the results that benefit those who have been harmed.

Shen Wei’s smile is subtle. Knowing. Like a fan to a flame, it kindles the low, snapping warmth simmering beneath Zhao Yunlan’s skin. “You would know more about that than me,” he says.

OR: Zhao Yunlan is alerted to the possibility of academic malfeasance by an anonymous source. During the course of his investigation he uncovers more than he bargained for.

In the dream, Shen Wei's hair falls long over his shoulders. That's the first thing Zhao Yunlan notices. It suits him so well that Zhao Yunlan thinks it must come from a memory—one of the ones that lies just within his grasp on the verge of waking.

The second thing he notices is the claws.

Chu Shuzhi thinks Zhao Yunlan isn't good for his Lordship.

Winter in Dragon City reveals love in strange, quiet ways and slowly, Chu Shuzhi begins to understand the difference between loving carefully and loving fearlessly.

Wei finds a part of Shennong's notes and a little bowl among Shennong's old things and exchanges the notes for learning and teaching as he is searching for Kunlun's reincarnation that first time. He comes to find he loves the village.

"So, how long until you forget all about me?" Bai Yu says into Long-ge's shirt with a cheeky smile, not letting his voice crack. Sometimes they're both a bit too good at acting. "Find someone else you'll feed breakfast every morning?"

"A-Wei," Shen San says. "Leave it for now. Come here."

From where he's kneeling before the small table, Shen Wei doesn't look up. He simply keeps working the mortar and pestle with tireless effort.

Podfic of green in the springtime by treescape.

Shen Wei is so proud of Zhao Yunlan for quitting smoking. The method he’s chosen, however, is a problem.

Podfic of DoMAYstic 2026: Quitting a Bad Habit by wrote_and_writ.

Memories come and go after he meets Shen Wei.

The mountain god with his little furball, thousands of years apart.

It should be frustrating for a god to be the object of the fierce, all-consuming possessiveness of the King of the Gui, but Kunlun smiles through the curtain of his own damp hair when Wei presses him further into the pillows.

"A-Wei," Shen San says. "Leave it for now. Come here."

From where he's kneeling before the small table, Shen Wei doesn't look up. He simply keeps working the mortar and pestle with tireless effort.

"An apology," he says simply and then adds, "I didn't like hurting you."

"You didn't hurt me, though?" Bai Yu really shouldn't be explaining acting to Zhu Yilong of all people, but if that's what Long-ge needs right now, he will. He ignores the way his heart just did a somersault; it can wait. "It's not real."

Shen Wei would not leave him behind, could not.
Only he did. He pushed Yunlan out, his eyes soft and his teeth bloody. He died.
And the chasm that only seemed to bother Zhao occasionally, now swallowed him whole.

Or

Zhao Yunlan survives the Guardian Lantern and now has to live with the aftermath of Shen Wei's sacrifice.
He is not doing so well.

If Heipaoshi would not outright ask for a seat at the table, then by god, Zhao Yunlan was going to pull the fucking chair out himself. There was only the matter of paws and not apposable thumbs standing in his way. But then, he’d never of made Chief of the SID if he wasn’t adaptable.

“Are you the evil god from the poem?” Zhao Yunlan asked even though he knew the answer already. Had known for a while, even. Their night together was but the final proof.

A collection of drabble / short fics about chuguo (Chu Shuzhi/Guo Changcheng), published on tumblr as p-inkgangstaring.

There are dreams in which Chu Shuzhi gets close to achieving a kind of happiness he hasn’t felt in centuries.

He's struck by the paradox of it — their easy closeness in public, which they could never have behind closed doors because it would mean so much more there.

All things considered, Guo Changcheng is handling this surprisingly well.

"It's not like it's our first time being stranded in the wilderness together," he says cheerfully, barely a hint of a stutter as he casually grabs for Chu Shuzhi's hand and pulls him along. "I think I see a cave up that way, come on!"

Words failing him, Chu Shuzhi allows himself to be dragged. He pokes at his phone with his free hand, not expecting much, and sure enough there's no signal. Great. Just what they need with a highly volatile, starving ghost on the loose and the rest of the SID safely back at 9 University Ave. This was supposed to have been a simple exorcism, simple enough that Chu Shuzhi could have done it on his own. He'd been asked to choose a partner anyway, because buddy system, which he grudgingly admits is not the worst idea, and, well. He's gotten so used to having the kid around.

He should have picked the damn cat.

...of having a sincere conversation about your emotions.

Post-canon (non-specific fixit), Lin Jing has some feelings about a certain request Shen Wei made of him that day in Dixing.
They talk about it.

Unfortunately for [Lin Jing], the professor was good at clocking when someone was hiding something. He'd had an awful lot of practice, after all.

“Lin Jing?" [Shen Wei] prompted, after an awkward silence in which Lin Jing's hastily constructed bullshit failed to even reach his mouth. "Is everything alright?”

“Haha,” Lin Jing said, nervously, feeling very much like the human embodiment of the sweat-drop emoji. “You know, I just realised it’s not actually that important, so—”

Professor Shen gave him a look. He was good at those, too. At least it was a Professor Shen look, rather than a Heipaoshi look.

“Why don’t you come inside?” He suggested, mildly.