Zhao Yunlan jerks back to the waking world gasping and screaming and drowning in the anguish that comes with being lit on eternal consuming fire. The unmistakable rich copper taste of blood fills his mouth and he opens tear-filled bloodshot eyes that he was sure melted a long time ago with the rest of his physical body. He sees faces crowding around him in varying degrees of worry, but the pain blinds him from putting names to the faces. His throat feels raw, as if he'd been screaming for centuries and realizes on the next breath that he's been screaming a name. Shen Wei's name. >>for the prompt: what if episode 37 to 40 was just a really strong and detailed dream or premonition that Zhao Yunlan and things actually turned out okay like how it happened in the premonitions he had of Zhu Hong, Changcheng and Chu and Zhao Xinci?

No matter how much time had passed, no matter where we go... there will be a day where we meet again. If not in this life, then in the next. Oneshot: Guardian/镇魂

Drabble of Weilan based on this (hopefully funny) convo I thought of... 'You're a great catch' 'Do I look like a fish to you!?' Based in Episodes 34-35 when Yunlan is in the past because dAMN I love those eps lol

A story set between Guardian Episode 14 and 15. You know, when Yunlan changed his hairstyle.

A series of stories. Chaptered. Or oneshots. Or two shots. Surrounding the idea of Dimension Travel in the Guardian Universe. Post Series Meets Alternate Universe.

Masquerading as Kunlun, Zhao Yunlan sets out on a mission to recover the stolen Hallows alongside the young Shen Wei. Along the way, he discovers new abilities, forges new bonds, unearths old histories, and learns that the universe goes beyond his wildest imagination. [Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan fanfiction - I've never posted on Wattpad before & I'm giving it a try now. Thank you for dtriad on tumblr for beta'ing.]

Just when Shen Wei finds Kunlan/Zhao Yunlan, they are separated by death. We all want them back together, but it will take some time, many lifetimes to be sure, further complicated by the fact that neither of them remembers the other...yet? *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Priest owns the characters. I own my crazy brain.