ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

The Rebel Leader returns from a successful battle. Ye Zun bears the brunt of the celebrations.

The Black-Cloaked Envoy's inaugural tour of this new Dixing is perhaps much too late in the coming, but hey, that just means that Zhu Jiu can be his tour guide! Even if he has no clue what to show the Lord Envoy, oops.

"A whole stack of memories never equal one little hope." -- Charles M. Schulz

Shen Wei remembers enough for both of them.

It had started, back at the beginning, with two apples, from the shop next-door.

Or: the one in which Chu Shuzhi's love language is food.

On a street in Dixing, Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei share a kiss.
Set during episode 38, after Shen Wei rescues Zhao Yunlan and Guo Changcheng from Wu Xiaojun in the throne room.

Written for UndeadRobins' prompt at the Guardian Prompt Fest: "Drama, Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, Goodbye kisses"

“THE BUTTS MATCH,” he yells just as Heipaoshi subdues the suspect, which means everything is perfectly silent when the words escape his lips.

Shen Wei has an experience he doesn’t enjoy at all, thank you very much.

Da Qing is peeved by 6:15, annoyed and slightly concerned by 6:30, and starting to feel sick to his stomach by the time it’s almost 7 and he can’t raise the Chief on the phone. He’d said he’d be gone five minutes, which meant fifteen, which meant where the hell was he?

"A retelling of canon through the perspective of Shen Wei's (incredibly thirsty) students, as seen on Professor Shen's RateMyProf page."

Just Shen Wei and Yunlan being dumbasses, because I think a lot of people forget that Shen Wei has big Dumbass energy

“Hey, Xiao Wei, you left a piece of paper in the jacket I borrowed. Is it impor—” Zhao Yunlan’s voice trails off as he recognizes his own messy scrawl.

We headed back first. Keep in touch —Zhao ;)

Mountains and memories, and Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei finding comfort in being together.

Podfic of my story Bring me the morning

When Da Qing first met Zhao Yunlan after his amnesia or resurrection or whatever the hell you wanted to call it, it was weird. He could feel that this man, nope, scratch that, this boy was…familiar, but he didn’t know why.

Amongst the sea of overalls, hoodies and worn military fatigues filling the Shatterdome, a spectacle-clad man in a tailored pinstriped suit stood out like a kaiju making landfall.

They were having lunch in the garden, it was a lovely day, and Shen Wei was certainly not going mad.

something quick cooked up
still a wip
;)