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Zhao Yunlan was innocently contemplating the Hallows when Shen Wei strode in. Then the Hallows started playing mood music, and the world became a lot more confusing.

Fictober prompt: There is a certain taste to it.

“I’ve waited for ten thousand years, I hope you still remember our promise.”

Da Qing discovers his calling.

Zhao Yunlan travels in time again and wakes up to hot twins ready for threesome.

The Oracle of the Seven Clans, predicted a great change, as a new darker one began to rise from the forbidden lands. When diseases and murders begin to affect the peaceful balance that the clans brought to the world, they came together to fight the new threat.

Zhao Yunlan, was the Prince of the water clan and Shen Wei, the Prince of fire. While traveling together to fight against their common enemy, they fall in love, but what will happen to their relationship once the darkness is conquered? How can you mix the two together for life, if fire and water were natural opposites? Read on and discover.

A Weilan fantasy, full of dangers and adventures. A warning for BAD ENGLISH and, of course, I do not own the Guardian novel or drama. That is the work of the wonderful Priest, all the credit goes to her.

Turns out that being the SID Chief comes part and parcel with a more personal demand from the Treaty. Who'd have known? Certainly not Zhao Yunlan, who found out while discussing with Minister Gao.

Shen Wei blinks into the dark, ice crystals falling off his lashes, and tries to remember. Were they talking about tea, before? He must have missed it. It feels like he missed more than that.

A foul odour, like a miasma of rot and wet fur, drifts towards Zhao Yunlan on the wind. He comes to a hasty halt. This is probably an ancient mystery that's best left alone.

Zhao Yunlan is totally the tough Chief of the SID. Totally.

“I want to watch you,” Shen Wei says. His eyes are burning, like he can see right through Zhao Yunlan’s clothes, and Zhao Yunlan swallows as he recognizes that look. It’s the one Shen Wei wears when they’re getting hot but before they’ve actually touched anywhere good. “I want to watch you bring yourself pleasure.”

Zhao Yunlan put the cigarette to his mouth, just as Shen Wei stepped onto the balcony.

Darlin', darlin', darlin' // I fall to pieces when I'm with you