#Yezun

[lost-sheep]

One day I will return to my old hometown Dressed in old clothes but with bright eyes

[onlyzhuyilong]

YeZun Zhu YiLong For Thermos

[yilian0203]

A star with broken wings

[redswordseekingbed]

"you make me forget that the world is a cruel place... How did you do it?"

Back at it again with my give-yezun-the-meowmeow agenda

[dual-domination]

one line any fic! rules: pick ten of your fics, scroll to somewhere midpoint, pick a line chunk and share it, and then tag ten people.

Tagge by @the-marron - thank you! It wasn’t that hard to choose the fics bc I only posted a few ones on AO3, my older fics are not even in English so I didn’t move them to AO3 hehe XD Everything Guardian and/or DMBJ here, no surprise

1 - Stars aligned in a perfect sky - (Wu Xie/Zhao Yunlan, PingSang - Guardian x DMBJ, Angst/Romance/Adventure/Past Lives, Hindu-based myths)

Zhao Yunlan was suddenly silent, as if his voice had failed. Of all the things he expected to find there, Shen Wei's footprints weren't one of them. Traces of a past that had never been mentioned to him. It disturbed his mind to the point where his senses deceived him. The pain spread fast, coming from his wounded heart and spilling over to everything in his body. His legs buckled and his vision dimmed. Stunned, he dropped to one knee on the floor, bringing his hands to cover his face.

The chanting stopped.

The Ghost King knew all along that the Witch Tribe had survived and never told me... After an agreement with the Ghost King, the Witch Tribe still lived and Kunlun died... Shen Wei, what have you done? How many more things did you hide from me?

Wu Xie swallowed a despair he couldn't understand and ran to the center of the circle before the others, reaching Zhao, crouching beside him and resting the other's shoulder on his chest.

“Yunlan… Yunlan, what is wrong?” That voice was the same as Shen Wei's? It sounded different. Each word came out of Wu Xie's mouth differently, their tones were different. Not the same. Even so, he recognized that voice. Not with his logical mind, but with something beyond. Zhao Yunlan took his hands away from his face and turned his gaze to the other. He raised a hand and reached for Wu Xie's face, watching him under the light of the hall, the snowflakes were still gently falling on him, carried by the fragrant smoke that surrounded them. Incandescent.

2 - Shoot my heart - (Weilan - Guardian AU, Undercover/Police and Criminals)

Zhao Yunlan cursed himself for not being able to invite Shen Wei to his house, not right now - he couldn't take him to the house of a policeman he didn't know was undercover investigating his bar. He also cursed himself for all the things he couldn't say, and the fear that someone who was becoming precious would reveal something he couldn't help.

Shen Wei's point of view on police performance was not untrue, the reality that not every citizen has the same right to security, and all the implications contained in the question that it was the police who judged 'who was a citizen and who was not', made Zhao realize what he had really been feeling for some time: that he was the villain of that story.

What if Shen Wei was just what he said he was and then found out who Zhao was? How much would he feel cheated and betrayed?

So, after all, Chu Shuzhi was right about playing with a person's heart.

Zhao Yunlan knew his duties, but at that moment, he knew more than anything his wish that Shen Wei could be okay after all, that he could, at least, not hate him if he could not believe that Zhao had sincerely fallen in love with him.

"I thought you never stopped talking, but you've been quiet for a while." Shen Wei commented, as Zhao parked the car in front of the other's house, in the street behind where the bar was. Empty street, dark and silent.

Zhao Yunlan slammed both hands on the steering wheel, looking away, shaking his head.

“I have a problem with you, Shen Wei.”

"What are you talking about?"

3 - The real me I’ve kept hiding under my skin - (Shen Wei & Ye Zun - Guardian, Mixed Novel/Drama canon)

“He died because of you. Was that worth it?” An undescribed smile longed in YeZun’s face.

“I don’t know how to answer this. Not about that time. But now… if I could have him, damning both of us and he’s willing as much as I am, so let it be.”

Damning both of us. That didn’t sound right to YeZun. That couldn’t be.

“Why? We’re ghosts. Should we cry? And if we can’t cry, how could we love?”

Shen Wei lifted his gaze, to look back at YeZun, his question was not senseless.

“I can love. Can you? Maybe we can cry as well, and we just don’t know how to, not yet.”

“You’re so sure that you can love because of your precious Kunlun, but…” Ye Zun’s voice started to grow angry, but before he could go on, Shen Wei said a firm ‘No’. And again when continuing speaking.

“No. The first creature for whom I held love was and still is my younger brother. We were just too wild and feral to understand how a feeling like love works. But this was there, right in the very beginning.”

4 - Waiting on the skies to change - (Ma Fei/Mo Sanmei - Guardian, Weilan Derivatives, Mourning/Getting together)

“San-ye…”

“Hmm?”

“Why the stars? Why couldn't it be, I don't know, the waves of the sea or the sands of the desert?” Because Ma Fei wanted to know how his skies had ended up in a Funeral Home.

Mo Sanmei smiled at the sky above, resting his hands on the flower bed, leaning back to get a better look. The stupid boy who liked him when people pushed him away because of his family's work was someone who deserved that answer in the best way he could give it.

“Because we transcend. And when we transcend, we are light to guide those who stay after us. I think you know better than I do how the stars have guided humanity since time immemorial. They will always be there, existences that we cannot touch but that are still there, day after day.”

“What about people who are light when they're still alive? Do these people exist?” Ma Fei also braced his hands on the flower bed, the corner of one hand and his little finger resting on his friend's hand, an accidental touch from which neither of them backed down.

5 - Wrong side of hell - (Wu Xie/Zhao Yunlan - Guardian X DMBJ, AU/Whump/Police and Criminals)

"Do you have any other serious injuries?" He observed the difficulty the other had to lean on the sink and try to take off his boots.

"No, but if you can stitch where I can't reach, I'd thank you." Wu Xie managed to pull one foot out of the boot, but the other one seemed impossible and bending over made the cut on his rib hurt a lot, as if the blade were passing through it again, splitting skin and flesh and rubbing against bone, and his face twitched from it, the groan stuck in his throat.

"Thank me the fuck, you thank me for staying out of this shit!" Annoyed for having to see the other like that, he uncrossed his arms and entered the bathroom, pushing Wu Xie's chest to keep him still without bending over the wound, and bent down, lifting the other’s heel and removing his other boot.

"Are we going to discuss this again?" Wu Xie whimpered softly as he felt the hands under his shirt and then the fabric being pulled over his shoulders with less care than it should, but with the same impatience he would have done himself. Those callused, warm hands on his sore-sensitive skin made him shiver. The shirt was tossed into the wastebasket.

"We have nothing to discuss." Zhao Yunlan avoided looking the other in the eyes, as he should have avoided the first time he had seen him, it would have saved him a lot of headache.

6 - Lifetimes written under firelight - (Hua Wuxie/Pei Wende - Wu Xie/Zhao Yunlan past life - Guardian x DMBJ, but it’s a Derivative. First Guardian Order/Da Qing/Side-Story)

There was something burning in the candle flames, the remains of a yellow piece of paper. Hua Wuxie didn't have time to see what was on the paper before it burned completely. He crossed the room with silent steps, catching a glimpse of the empty wine bottles, piled up on a table, some of which had fallen from above and rolled across the floor. With his heart saddened by how much his sworn brother wore himself out like that, he went to sit on the floor next to Pei Wende.

“What are you burning?” Hua Wuxie reached up to the other's hair, tucking a strand behind his ear so he could see his face.

“A prayer for my children.” Pei Wende kept looking at the flames, he was afraid that if he looked at the other, he would end up letting out all the words he was holding back.

“Aren't you going to ask how they are?" But maybe Hua Wuxie's soft voice was enough to push him over the edge.

“I know they're fine if they're with you. Better than they would be with anyone else.” He stated with a certainty that no drunken man should possess.

“They miss you…”

“Sometimes, hiding my own truths so much, I don't know how to face them. What does a hypocritical man have to offer his children?” Disheartened, Pei Wende didn't know if he could face the kindness of his children and of the man sitting beside him.

“I don't know what you mean by that. I just know that you need to stop it, stop drinking like that and to rise above that all. The children need you. The Order needs you…” Wuxie looked away, staring at the candle flames as well, trying to slow his breathing before saying one last thing, because it was nothing he hadn't said before, but he didn't know if he would be able to not let deeper meanings come through in his voice. "... and I need you."

"Why would you need me? You never needed me, Wuxie. Sometimes I don't even know why you live this way by my side..." He sounded harsher than he really intended, although his usual tone to other people was firm and unemotional and eventually even gruff to unaccustomed or more sensitive ears, this was not how he usually spoke to Wuxie. The bitterness was leaking between his words.

"You speak as if there is any offense in that. As if it is undignified to choose to live alongside the one who knows me... my zhiji..." Hua Wuxie's fingers slid through the other's hair, following the strands that fell down his back, in a subtle caress that used to calm him down. At that moment, however, being caressed by Wuxie was like being cornered by his own emotions.

7 - A bad liar who believes in you - (Wu Xie/Zhao Yunlan & Da Qing - Guardian x DMBJ, Canon-Divergence, Established Relationship/Domestic/Apologies)

"What do you want me to do to make you believe?" He was willing to make an effort - one more - to make Zhao Yunlan see that he wasn't that kind of person, that he wouldn't hurt him for free, that he wasn't afraid to tell the truth even when it wasn't a beautiful thing. He'd already told so many things that would normally be unpleasant, without fear of being honest. 

"Xiexie, if you're going to keep trying, bring me popcorn..." Da Qing wanted them to stop. He wanted Wu Xie to shake his stupid owner and tell him to take better care of him - that's what the cat would do in his place. Because Da Qing remembered Zhao Yunlan coming home with a huge smile and saying that the Christmas tree in the park was beautiful - but just saying that he hadn't really noticed the tree because he was noticing all the lights reflecting off a handsome guy who was with him, after the cat had scratched him to get the truth out of him. Zhao Yunlan didn't pay attention to Christmas trees.

"What do you need popcorn for, damn cat?! And why are you here? This is a private matter!" Zhao Yunlan bristled at the nosy cat, ignoring that the cat was actually trying to save him.

"I need popcorn because ridiculous human arguments that lead nowhere are entertainment that you two provide very well." The cat mocked them, to see if they realized that they were being absurd, that it was all nonsense.

"The cat's right. We've been fighting over the same crap for so long. I don't know why I'm still trying to convince you. I don't know why you still don't believe me." Wu Xie walked over to the window, leaning back against the frame, wondering if it really was still in his hands to try to calm the other's goddamn head - or if it ever had been.

8 - Usurper of imaginary delicts - (Wu Xie/Zhao Yunlan - Guardian x DMBJ, Queerplatonic/AroAce/Middle-aged man’s conflicts)

There it always had two rocking chairs. As long as he could remember. He didn't know who it had belonged to before, but now they were his. But he only needed one, so it was nice when the other man was there to take the second chair. As he was now, with a cigarette between the fingers of one hand and a glass of whiskey in the other.

The porch lamps were already on, the sun had recently set and, above the cityscape, a few colored lines still appeared in the sky before the first stars. Wu Xie saw that same landscape every day for a long time. He didn't mind always looking at the same thing. There was a sense of security in the sameness of the unchanged landscape.

"It's been a while. I thought I would never see you again.” Wu Xie commented before bringing his own cigarette to his mouth and dragging, looking away.

"Why not?" The other man, Zhao Yunlan, hated how Wu Xie could sound so pessimistic and almost tragic with just a few words. Still, he always listened instead of being rude.

"I have no idea. The last few times you came to sit on the porch with me, you looked upset.”

“I told you it was just work stuff. Police crap. I told you. Sometimes you think too much.” Zhao Yunlan leaned back in his chair, he had promised himself that he wouldn't scold if Wu Xie was being stupid again, but he couldn't help it if the stupidity was actually hurting the other.

“Yeah, maybe. Were you unhappy with me?”

9 - Only good with you - (Wu Xie/Zhao Yunlan - Guardian x DMBJ, AceDiscussions/Fake Dating/Post-Canon, with @victorian-pirate and @sagittariusdarkarrow)

After washing his hands and cleaning the whiskey off his clothes as best he could, he left the bathroom and walked down the short hallway back to the bar. From where he was, he could see the man standing by the counter, talking to Wu Xie, and how Wu Xie looked out of place and embarrassed by whatever the man was saying.

Zhao Yunlan snuck between the people and listened a little when he was close enough, the man could see him if he looked up, but Wu Xie had his back to him at that time.

“No, ahm… I don't feel like it…” Wu Xie's voice reached Zhao Yunlan first.

“You're here alone, why not? It's just a drink..." And Zhao Yunlan hated intrusive and pushy people after hearing a clear 'no'. Wu Xie had already given his 'no' and it didn't seem to be the first, but the man kept bothering him.

Zhao Yunlan considered the best way to approach this, he didn't want to appear jealous, although yes, he was jealous, but he also didn't want to disrespect Wu Xie by being intrusive in other ways. Maybe one word put in the right place would be enough and he could apologize to Wu Xie later if it worked. He approached him, who still had his back to him, not realizing that he had returned, and placed his hand on Wu Xie's shoulder gently, as he faced the newly arrived man.

“Darling, is everything okay?”

10 - A perverted report - (Da Qing & SID/Weilan - Guardian, post-canon, hand-wavy, crack fic, terrible attempt of humor)

Lin Jing: “You’re so WHAT?” You can’t gossip by the half!

Da Qing: I’m not gossiping, I’m complaining.

Chu Shuzhi: Sounds the same to me. So finish the sentence. *Chu pointed the finger to the cat as a menace, Da Qing couldn’t care less.*

Da Qing: No, that’s too much, shouldn’t hornyness have a limit?! My well-being is the limit!

Wang Zheng: If you don’t sleep in the same room, you don’t see anything… how sad… I mean…

Da Qing: Who said I don’t see anything? If they kept their hornyness in their bedroom, I could think about forgiving them, but NO, sometimes they start things on the couch and even in the kitchen! Once they didn't even see me sleeping in the middle of the cushions and started their thing, I woke up scared just to face them naked there! It’s absurd! 

Zhu Hong: Did you see them naked? I mean, obviously because you live with them, but… together?

Da Qing: It's not like they don’t take baths. 

Wang Zheng: Together?

Da Qing: That shit of a master I have says that why showering alone if he has a wife? Despite this, I don't know if someone could be only a wife or only a husband… 

...

If you think I’m obsessed with WX/ZYL, all I can say is that fics with them are over the half of my word count in 2022 kjskjsjksjs

tagging: @jaimebluesq @fortune-maiden @hils79 @merinnan @xantissa @alxina @foxofninetales @captain-stab-a-hoe @daydreamorama   I don't remember all those who write things here, but feel tagged if you wanna join!

[7redmoon]

Do people NOT like Yezun? (I haven't finished the drama so I don't know what's his deal is okay. so keep that in mind, this is coming from curiosity) Cause I've never seen any posts about Yezun. Like, at the very least there ought to be some thirsting at least (because: Zhu Yilong) but. nothing? what'd dat bitch do that no one likes him?

[lilianhuas]

Shen Wei 沈巍 & YeZun 夜尊 || Rude Boys [镇魂]

[anyrei-snarks]

[onlyzhuyilong]

do you remember any gifsets that might showcase zyl switching from innocent to murderous in one gaze or similar contrasting ones? 🤍

Hmmmm, do you mean gif sets of him irl at events and stuff? There is this one from last October - though he does have resting “I wanna go home” face.

If you’re referring to dramas/films I’d say most YeZun gif sets probably when he isn’t looking like a meow meow who has had his corn flakes stolen. Shen Wei does it once or twice. He Fei does it twice - once at the beach and the other time when he’s been caught but I don’t think he has been giffed all that much.

Luo FuSheng does it a few times. Wu Xie mostly in the warehouse.

Lin Nansheng - just most gifsets of him will have him make such expressions like this one

[circumference-pie]

for the pining prompts: mei changsu/xiao jingyan, 6 | wei wuxian/jiang cheng, 5 | yezun/shen wei, 8 (but like. if yezun had killed shen wei himself??? for your consideration)

romantic or platonic are both fine, where's the line anyways!!

reciprocated for all of them, please :)

Yessss! I took such a long-ass time with this one (2 months QAQ), thank you for waiting.

8 is

Jumping universes to find living version of dead love

(I interpreted the word "jumping" very loosely, lol.)

Relationship: Shen Wei & Yezun Rating: T for some violence Tags: violence, drama-typical logic, OOC Shen Wei but for good reasons

Summary: “Human, Yashou, Dixingren…all full of trickery, betrayal, forsaking…This world is filthy! So I’ll remake it, from the highest of the high to the lowest of the low.”

Yezun gets his wish.

Wordcount: 1700 Thanks to Karios (ao3: Karios) for the beta-read.

= = = = =

Alive…he’s alive. Shen Wei’s trick…

The floor of the Dixing palace swims into his vision, tiled stone. Someone is moaning softly in the distance. Yezun makes an effort, and the crumpled form of Zhao Yunlan comes into blurry focus, limp on the ground from their last fight.

“Shen Wei…”

At first Yezun thinks it’s himself, breathing out his brother’s name. Then he realizes the voice is not his, and it’s whispering a name he’s never used.

“Shen Wei…”

He forgets his wounds, forgets he’s almost dead, forgets everything in sheer blank rage. He forgets there are holes in him, leaking pitch and smoke, as he struggles to his feet.

Zhao Yunlan is the first to go, in a miasma of black mist. His cronies next, the throne room itself, then the palace and everything around it. Yezun’s power balloons with every being he absorbs; Dixing can no longer contain him.

Above, Longcheng is crumbling, buckling inward, and Yezun takes special pleasure in swallowing 4 Guangming Street before sucking in the entire disintegrating city, then the continent, then the planet.

-

He floats in the emptiness, himself, in the stark light of the nearest star. He is all-powerful, burning from within with potential. Some poor Dixingren must have had the power to fabricate matter from nothing, and now Yezun makes sparks and globules trail from his fingertips. Experimentally, he sketches a sphere, a miniature of the planet he just devoured.

Unbidden, Zhao Yunlan’s voice surfaces in his memory. You only know how to destroy out of hatred, not to nurture new things in hope. History will never look kindly on the likes of you.

Yezun’s smile spasms. “You’re wrong, Zhao Yunlan!”

He sweeps his arm toward the planet, and it grows, filling his vision. It suddenly teems with oceans and mountains, lakes and deserts, cities, humans, Yashou. Below the surface, the caverns of Dixing are also there, and crawling with Dixingren.

This is a world where orphans are never abandoned, brothers never separate, and betrayal is impossible.

It’s his world. A perfect one.

Yezun looks around. One more thing…

The man at his side stares straight ahead.

They are twins, after all, identical except for the color of their hair, down to the bones of their little toes. He hadn’t needed a body to recreate Shen Wei.

He holds out a hand. “Big brother. Come.”

Shen Wei takes it obediently.

Yezun takes them to Dixing. Except in this Dixing, there is light. Denizens go about their business under a glow as full as the sun’s, the clatter of carts and babble of a market all clamoring under a bright ceiling.

In front of the palace, in the warping heat from the rivers of molten rock, Yezun waves a hand upward. “Dixing. All in the light, like you wanted when we were children. See? I did this for you.”

Shen Wei turns his head to look at Yezun. His lips tilt up briefly into a smile, before his face returns to a flat, expressionless plane.

The earth around them trembles once. The light above dims briefly.

“What do you think?” Yezun asks, softly, dangerously.

“I think…” says the recreated Shen Wei. “I think…” He smiles again at Yezun. “I think…”

“WHAT?” Yezun nearly screams at him.

Shen Wei only keeps smiling, unaware that Dixing is shaking, the molten rivers are heaving, people are screaming, that his own body is cracking apart.

-

This time Dixing is as dark as new-moon nights aboveground. There is no indeterminate gloaming, no dim twilight to navigate by. The only visibility comes from smoky lamps and hearthfires flickering in windows, and the only sounds are the forlorn footsteps of the city watch.

“It’s beautiful,” says Shen Wei. He’s dressed this time in his human costume, crisp shirt and mint jacket, his hair cropped short.

“Is it,” says Yezun flatly, standing next to him in his own white suit.

By the flickering light of a nearby lantern, the look Shen Wei gives Yezun through his long lashes is happy and tender, something Yezun once saw directed at Zhao Yunlan, before.

Bile rises in his throat, sharp and bitter. Malice curls fingers over his heart. “Let’s go,” he says, taking Shen Wei by the arm.

Surprise glints in the depths of his brother’s eyes. “Where?”

“The surface.”

It’s night in Longcheng, the city sleeping under stars and between electric streetlamps. The bright coin of the moon is out. They stroll down cobbled avenues and past darkened storefronts, their steps clicking into the silence. When they come to what should have been Guangming Street, there is nothing. No shops, no fruit sellers, no boxy brick building. Just a curb where there should have been an intersection, and an empty lot beyond.

“Oh,” says Yezun softly. “My mistake. Your friends don’t exist, none of them. They never have and never will.”

Shen Wei inclines his head. “Little brother is very wise.”

Yezun whirls on him. “Wise? Yes! More than all of you, more than Ma Gui, more than Zhao Yunlan, more than you!”

Shen Wei blinks at him uncertainly.

“WHY?” Yezun roars, seizing his collar. His spittle lands on Shen Wei's cheek. “Why did you give so much to THEM?”

“I…don’t know. Who?”

Yezun thrusts his hand out, and Shen Wei dissolves into black smoke as the ball of dark energy hits him.

-

This world is Dixing, only Dixing. Yezun has only created the palace this time. Shen Wei lies in the center of the throne room, his torso bare, bound by his wrists and ankles to heavy chains that stretch to the corners of the room. The only other people are a man dressed from head to toe in black, and Yezun in his white robes.

“I’ll kill you all,” Shen Wei spits, jerking viciously on his chains, the chamber echoing with the sound of metal. “Let me go! I’ll show you!”

Yezun nods, gratified. Crying and raging. Yes. This is what he wants.

“I’ll kill you!” Shen Wei bellows at Yezun.

Hatred sears immediately through Yezun, as if his words have struck a switch. He raises his hand.

“START!” he shouts, and the man in black raises the chain-whip in his hand, brings it down on the prisoner’s back.

Shen Wei’s screams are very satisfying.

-

A new universe, another one, another, another!

It’s not working, he can’t do it, it keeps going wrong!

-

At last, there is nothing. Yezun floats in a void. His eyelashes are rimed with frost, his body stiff and frozen. His mind will evaporate soon, too.

Brother…

His brother will never stand by his side again. They will never get the childhood they deserved, the future they wanted.

Here.

Yezun opens his eyes to find himself in a bubble of air and warmth. “Little brother,” Shen Wei’s voice says, and then he’s there too, in the embroidered black robes Yezun last saw him in ten thousand years ago, raven braids drifting behind him.

“You left me.” Yezun’s voice is a thin, accusing whine. “That day.”

Shen Wei — the facsimile, simulacrum, figment — smiles sadly. “So that’s why you hate me so.”

“Shouldn’t I?”

“Watch.”

Suddenly the cold of space is gone, and Yezun is surrounded by the parching heat of a Haixing summer, the sun beating overhead. He’d forgotten. He’d forgotten how the insects buzzed in the dry grass that day, how the dust made him cough, how the sky seemed to be so white that it scorched.

He watches two boys, one in white and one in black, struggle on in the wide wasteland. He watches a bandit approach them and the boy in white faint. He can’t contain a cry of indignation when the bandit hurls the boy in black, kicking and struggling, off the ridge. He sees Shen Wei survive, sees himself being carried away.

He watches Shen Wei search for years and years, until he joins the war.

When the vision fades, Yezun is weeping, his tears separating from the corners of his eyes in floating silver droplets. “You didn’t abandon me,” he whispers. “You wanted me with you all along.”

Shen Wei reaches out to clasp Yezun’s shoulder. His hand is solid. Real. “How could I abandon you? You were the one person I loved.”

Yezun sniffs. “It’s too late. It can’t go back to the way it was.”

“Silly.” Shen Wei points at Yezun’s belly. “Everything’s still in there, isn’t it? Let them out.”

He’s right. Yezun can feel them in him, all the people and buildings and animals and oceans, eager to go back to their rightful places.

But there’s one more thing. “You’ll be there, too?” he asks pettily, jealously, already dreading the answer.

“I…I’ve already left the world. It’s not right for me to go back.”

“Then I’m not doing it.”

“But…” Shen Wei’s voice grows quiet and fills with longing. “I want to.”

Yezun understands, and scoffs with all the strength of his wounded spite. “And who is he to you?”

Shen Wei takes both of Yezun’s hands in his, warm and calloused from millennia of wielding the glaive, reassuring. “You will always be my brother, no matter what. Don’t be afraid. I'm not going to leave you.”

Yezun’s eyes narrow. Can’t he erase just one person?

“I promise.”

Yezun closes his eyes for a moment before breathing out, long and sustained.

Everything the same as it was.

-

Zhao Yunlan is even more annoying than Yezun thought he’d be. Always hanging around Shen Wei, always demanding his attention, both arrogant and childish. Yezun didn’t realize he could hate another person with as much concentrated ire as he does now.

Which is why, when Shen Wei extracts himself from Zhao Yunlan’s lanky, clinging limbs to join Yezun at the doorstep of the Special Investigation Division, Yezun smirks triumphantly at the SID chief sprawled on the couch.

“I promised we’d go to the zoo today,” Shen Wei says over his shoulder, to Zhao Yunlan’s last whining protest.

“Then bring me back a—”

Yezun slams the big doors closed.

“So?” he says brightly to Shen Wei, whose face is full of consternation. “Shall we get going?”

[yukacchi]

guardian week day 4: yezun!!

first time drawing him :O

[redswordseekingbed]

"you make me remember that the world is a cruel place... Why did you do it?"

Back at it again. Now with my give-meowmeow-a-yezun agenda

[wkndrwr]

Library shenanigans illustrated for @gusu_patriarch's @zhenhunbigbang​ fic 'All for the warmth of home'! Click on the link to read :)

[zen-zen-v]

[true-unicorn-queen]

Guardian Episode 1 but it's a meme

[silvandar]

Found another gorgeous murder husband 💕💞