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After you come back from Dixing, you go home with Changcheng.

Perhaps the worst part of everything is that Shen Wei is still conscious.

Lao Li brings the invitation in with the morning post.

Fan art for velithya's fan fiction Moonlight.

Fan Art for the fic It's All Happening at the Zoo.

Zhao Yunlan and Da Qing go looking for monsters and find an ancient podao stuck in a rock.

Chu Shuzhi tries to re-visit a custom from his past.

Chu Shuzhi, ep 36: “I used to be a Dixingren.”

Shen Wei's first conversation with the Flower Yashou had been cut short by Zhao Yunlan’s arrival; he should complete his introductions and confirm that she was, as her name suggested, the Flower Tribe elder.

The cover depicted a bare-chested man wearing a hooded black cloak, a mask chased with silver, and thigh-high boots over extremely tight leather trousers. He held a swooning woman clad in equally impractical attire in one arm, and brandished a sword with his free hand. The woman was clutching a lollipop, and both figures were buffeted by particularly dramatic gales of wind as streams of lava flowed past their feet.
“I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate this publication,” Shen Wei managed, sounding slightly strangled in his own ears.

A new romance genre takes Dragon City by storm. Shen Wei does not approve, and Zhao Yunlan is both ruthless and cunning. [podfic version]

Zhao Yunlan is fifteen when he attends the ceremonial signing of the new Haixing–Dixing–Yashou Treaty.

Zhao Yunlan and Shen Wei, after.

"You will regret touching them," Zhao Yunlan grinds out, pushing himself up from the floor. He only gets about halfway, before a hand grabs him by the hair, yanking his head up until he's staring at a masked face.

"I'm sure I will," Heipaoshi agrees almost gently, crouching in front of him.

Podfic of It’s Written There in Your Eyes by tinypinkmouse.

"You will regret touching them," Zhao Yunlan grinds out, pushing himself up from the floor. He only gets about halfway, before a hand grabs him by the hair, yanking his head up until he's staring at a masked face.

"I'm sure I will," Heipaoshi agrees almost gently, crouching in front of him.

Like everyone in Longcheng, Zhao Yunlan grew up hearing stories of the dragon whose body encircled the city. Most of them said that Longcheng’s prosperity—and isolated safety from the demons that were said to haunt the mainland—were due to the dragon’s guardianship, which made sense; why else would the city be named as it was? There was nothing particularly draconic about the city, nor any mountain or lake shaped like a dragon’s face. It must be named in thanksgiving, or so the legends went.

Still, it was one thing to hear the stories.

It was quite another to meet them face-to-face.

The new king, Zhao Yunlan, selects knights for his round table.

Zhao Yunlan drives like a maniac while in the back seat, Chu Shuzhi tries to keep Heipaoshi alive until they can get him help.

This was not what Zhao Yunlan had expected when he'd gone home with Shen Wei. The nudity, sure. The chains, not so much.

Now that Fraser is done having meetings at the Ministry of Secrets and Phenomena, they can relax at the SID headquarters with some proper food.