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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.

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

Podfic of Don't Go Home With Strangers by tinypinkmouse.

Shen Wei, Wu Xie and Zhao Yunlan have a talk about the thunder and how Wu Xie actually lost his soulfire.

Shen Wei is writing something on Zhao Yunlan's palm with his finger, humming quietly as he does so. It takes a moment for Zhao Yunlan's sleepy mind to catch up with what Shen Wei is writing on his skin.

Zhou Weiwei finds a place for herself. The place finds her.

Shen Wei forwards a terrifying email to Jiajia. Which was exactly the right thing to do.

"Have I made you feel like an intruder, Ye-ge? Because if so …"

"No, no," Ye Huo hastened to assure him. "I just … I don't ever want you to feel like I'm taking Lao Chu away from you."

A brush of the wind against his skin. The weight of clothing on his body. The heavy sound of his own heartbeat, loud and noisy inside his ears.

Noise, noise, noise. People are talking, someone- someone that is familiar. Noise, noise, noise. Who is it?

"-Lao Zhao, Zhao Yunlan!"

And Zhao Yunlan gasps as he opens his eyes. And light- light shines into his eyes and it is too much, it has been so long. Zhao Yunlan squeezes his eyes shut again, crawling at the surface beneath him. It was- something soft but grainy?...leather? This is the SID's couch.

Lin Jing's boundaries are tested.

Chu Shuzhi and Guo Changcheng go undercover as a couple to serve as backup on a dangerous mission.

Title from "In Da Club" by 50 Cent

The thought of explaining to the Black-Cloaked Envoy whom exactly he moaned out while getting fucked by his lordship makes Zhao Yunlan's stomach drop cold suddenly. That would not be a nice conversation. Especially when he does not remember whether or not he moaned Shen Wei's name afterward. What trouble he gets himself in, he knew fucking around would not end well, damn it.

Shen Wei, accents, and linguistic assimilation.