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“SID regulations stipulate that field agents must receive appropriate training. It’s a health and safety requirement.”

Shen Wei is kneeling on Zhao Yunlan's floor, spitting up blood, but it's fine.

It's not a problem.

When disaster strikes in Shen Wei's office, Zhao Yunlan saves the day in more ways than one.

Zathras finds two unexpected visitors on Epsilon III.

Over the past week, Zhao Yunlan had continued to fling himself headfirst at the sudden influx of Dixingren with harmful powers, ignoring the fact that despite being slammed into walls and grazed with ice powers, he remained uninjured against all odds. He knew it was unusual, but hadn’t been able to work out what the downside was, so he was making use of the lack of pain while he could.

The SID team reacts to the Envoy reveal. (A drabble series.)

There's crucial evidence in Shen Wei's kitchen.

Taking refuge in Dixing along with Zheng Yi, Tan Xiao discovers a new career; Radio Dixing holds fast through all the troubles.

He's good at rolling with things.

He can roll with this too.

He'll tell Shen Wei about his relationship policy, now that he knows Shen Wei is actually the "having fun" kind of person, and nobody will get hurt.

It'll be fine.

Sometimes, out of the corner of his eyes, Zhao Yunlan sees the colour of Professor Shen’s wings shift.

Zhao Yunlan is convinced that Shen Wei and the Black Cloaked Envoy are twins—until Ye Zun shows up.

Shen Wei accidentally hits on a guaranteed way to cause a meltdown in his classroom.

Two firsts for the Envoy and Chu Shuzhi.

For the Kissathon prompt: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan, making up after an argument/disagreement [podfic version]

“Wish I could stay,” Shen Wei says slowly, staring as Zhao Yunlan begins casually doing up his buttons. The tailored shirt lets him feel every brush of his fingers, almost hot through the fine fabric. “I have, um.”

Or: Zhao Yunlan helps Shen Wei get dressed for work. It’s a bit horny and a bit tender. That’s it, that’s the fic.

"What are they doing?" The question from the young Ghost King wasn't a surprise; he was endlessly curious, and Kunlun found himself indulging even the most foolish queries more often than not. What was a surprise was that this time, Kunlun himself wasn't sure.

Or: The story of the paintings in Shen Wei's Kunlun shrine.