time for an h/c comment fest!

[xparrot]

The last couple of days have been rough on my writing (for dumb annoying reasons, why don't we come installed with a "will not be bothered by this thing" button?)

So! In the hopes of getting me to write something, and because this is what I'm feeling most wobbly about: it's time for hurt/comfort comment-fic!

Leave me a prompt/request for h/c, any hurt or any comfort, short or long as you want -- if it's character-specific, Guardian WeiLan please, that's all I'm in the mood to write; if that's not your thing then please leave a more general prompt! I don't promise to write anything (nor do I promise to write an actual commentfic and not some 10K-word monster, knowing me) but I would love any inspiration.

And if one of the prompts happens to tickle your fancy, please post your own comment fic (art, etc!) here (any fandoms, any characters) -- the more h/c the merrier!


The fills! \o/
(as of Nov. 23)

The Sundial goes full Equivalent Exchange. by frith_in_thorns
aftermath of torture by xparrot
Shen Wei is having trouble focusing (and how!) by xparrot
Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator) by yue_ix
Shen Wei has a weird allergic reaction by frith_in_thorns
Nightmares (and knives) by xparrot
Shen Wei suddenly has the power to hear people's dreams by naye
Fanart: Scars by yue_ix
Comfort tea & hypothermia by marycrawford
Wings, the kind that stay inside until they tear their way out by frith_in_thorns
Scars (AU fic for yue_ix's art) by xparrot
Dragged away screaming by marycrawford
Shen Wei thinking he's minorly hurt, but it's actually a lot worse by wintersoldier77
Zhao Yunlan has a literal healing cock by xparrot
Shen Wei thinking he's only minorly hurt, take 2 by rlyqueer
winter has come by extrapenguin
Shen Wei accidentally (or not) ingests poison meant for Zhao Yunlan by xparrot
muffled screams by duckwhatduck
Like a snowglobe by frith_in_thorns

Comments

[naye]

Prompt: The Sundial goes full Equivalent Exchange.

Shen Wei has given Zhao Yunlan back his eyesight, and fixed the damage done by the dark energy...but that has left Shen Wei blind and suffering from dizziness, nosebleeds (and coughing up blood because why not) as well as visions and hallucinations.

Bonus: They totally beat Ye Zun in episode 20, so he's back in his pillar for a time-out, Haixing is safe, and Zhao Yunlan can focus all his energy (possibly literally!) on fixing Shen Wei.

[xparrot]

Just, DAMN, woman!

[naye]

Ehehehe~~~♥

It doesn't have to be long! But yes. Um. I would really like to know how they would react with the Dial scene going...not according to plan?

(How quickly is Zhao Yunlan going to be like OKAY TIME TO SWAP BACK COME ON? ...that's the comedy version of the fic, where they can actually swap at will and so literally just take turns suffering. And fight over whose turn it is to be suffering come on Shen Wei Zhao Yunlan is fine when he can't see! The walking into traffic was just the one time!)

[eglantiere]

oh ho ho! weilan, torture aftermath (preferably with shen wei hurt, but i'm flexible)? :D

[naye]

Oooooooooooooooooooh~~~~

[non-con mention]

[amara1783]

Post ep 3 plotbunny

Shen Wei feels guilty about Zhang Ruonan being raped by a group of his students, and has nightmares about Zhao Yunlan being raped. Might possibly feature Zhu Jiu being extra creepy towards Zhao Yunlan and taunting Shen Wei.

Comfort!tea served by Zhao Yunlan

[amara1783]

In the first episode, Zhao Yunlan says that he will serve Hei Lao Ge some good tea on his next visit, but we don't see this. Maybe comfort!tea for one of the many canon hurts?

[yantantether]

*hugs*

How about a bit of hypothermia? A de-powered Shen Wei caught out in the snow/other inclement weather and having to be snuggled back to warmth by Zhao Yunlan.

Or some emotional h/c? ZYL feeling shitty because of his dad being a dick, and Shen Wei just giving him a lot of love and validation.

[xparrot]

They left him on the side of the street.

No, they threw him to the side of the street, kicked him to the curb--literally, they probably hadn't even stopped driving, just shoved him out of the van or whatever and kept on going. Not that anyone saw it, not in the middle of the night. Not that any of them had a damn clue, until Lin Jing said, with a weird expression, "Boss, the shield just pinged, it's--the signal's Teacher Shen?"

And Zhao Yunlan exhaled, relieved; so he'd been panicked for nothing. Shen Wei had just had some errand after all and he'd forgotten to tell Zhao Yunlan he was going to be late, and they were going to have words after this, when they got home, after they had the dinner he'd skipped.

He turned to the door of the SID HQ, waiting for Shen Wei to walk in. And waiting, but the door didn't open, and finally Zhao Yunlan turned back to Lin Jing, swallowed down the cold knot rising in his throat again. "False alarm?"

Lin Jing frowned, poked at his computer. "It's still reading a signal? But not crossed--like he's...partway through the shield? Out front?"

"If it's on the fritz and he got stuck outside," Zhao Yunlan said, warningly, pulled on his jacket and marched through the entryway to push open the front door, letting in the chill winter night air.

There was no one on the stoop, no one standing on the sidewalk, and then he heard it, the faint hissing fizz of the shield, that instant when a registered Dixing crossed it--Shen Wei had told him it didn't really hurt, just tingled, like getting a mild static shock, Zhao Yunlan had surmised--

He turned, and on the sidewalk under the streetlight--half on the sidewalk and half in the gutter, curled up and crumpled like a piece of discarded trash in a blue pinstripe suit, but for one arm outstretched, so the tips of his fingers were just brushing the shield--

"Shen Wei!" Zhao Yunlan was shouting without even registering it, flying from the stoop, damn near vaulting over the flowerbox to get to him. "Fuck--Shen Wei!"

He crashed to his knees on the cement and didn't even feel the impact. Shen Wei wasn't moving; even in the shadows Zhao Yunlan would've seen that, as close as he was looking; but he didn't twitch, and that made Zhao Yunlan's hands tremble as he reached out to that sprawled form. Rolled him over, into Zhao Yunlan's arms, so the light fell across his face, stark on the bruises, the blood clotted around his nose, his mouth.

What made the acid burn its way up Zhao Yunlan's throat, though, was the open suit jacket, the once-neat vest and shirt underneath ripped open, buttons torn off and the undershirt cut, to expose his chest to the frost-touched air. Against his pale skin the burns showed too clearly, furious red, darkened around the edges--charred--

Zhao Yunlan had seen such marks before--new on the beat, his first triads case, and he'd been the only one of three rookies to keep his lunch down. The guy had stolen something, diamonds, drugs, he didn't even remember--but they'd used electricity to get what they wanted out of him, then left him. The guy had been breathing when they found him, not anymore by the time the ambulance arrived. Zhao Yunlan had kept up CPR until the EMTs told him to stop, but he'd known already. Had felt the guy die under him, the last heave of his burned chest; kept feeling it in his dreams for months after, but like hell he'd ever mention to anyone those nightmares.

But Shen Wei--Shen Wei was--Zhao Yunlan pressed his fingers to his cold-skinned throat, curved them in--his lips were shaping words, he didn't even know which ones--but there, under his fingertips, a flutter. And Shen Wei's chest, seared and scarred, was moving, he was breathing still--

--How much, it passed through Zhao Yunlan's mind--dark energy wasn't electricity but energy was energy, and Shen Wei could handle it, with his powers control it, with more facility than any other Dixingren born. How much power would it take--this wouldn't have been a cattle prod or a car battery, no household amperage. If they'd tapped into the main grid--earlier this evening, an hour or two ago, hadn't Lin Jing complained, a flickering brownout, rebooting his computers--

--How, though, even if they'd managed to capture Hei Pao Shi, how the hell had they managed to keep him, long enough to--

Some breath finally escaped Zhao Yunlan's own lungs, sounds squeezed out around the shapes his mouth was making--"Shen Wei, can you hear me, fuck, wake up, please, can you--"

"--Boss?" "--Chief Zhao?"

Shuffling steps back on the stoop--he'd been gone for too long, or else they'd heard his shout--and then there were some gasps and shoes pounding on the cement, but Zhao Yunlan couldn't look up to see which of his team it was, couldn't spare enough thought to sort out the voices. Shen Wei's breath caught, audibly, and Zhao Yunlan held his own, readied it to force it into Shen Wei's lungs--but then Shen Wei's lashes fluttered, his eyes opened, dark and hazy under the streetlight.

His cracked, bloodied lips moved, and Zhao Yunlan could read them--the one thing he could read for certain, having seen that movement so many times--"Zhao Yunlan?"

"Here," Zhao Yunlan gasped out, "I'm right here," and he grabbed Shen Wei's hand, squeezed it tight.

Shen Wei's eyes focused slowly, line of sight dragging up to Zhao Yunlan's gaze; his hand moved in Zhao Yunlan's, weakly--trying to squeeze back. "Zhao Yunlan," he said, rasping, hardly even enough sound to be called a whisper. "You're...they told me...but you're..."

"Fine," Zhao Yunlan said, harsh in his throat as a curse, but he forced it out, loud enough for Shen Wei to hear him, "I'm fine--whatever it was, whatever they showed you--I'm fine--"

Shen Wei's white lips, under the swelling and blood, changed--curved up--he smiled. "Good," he said.

[marycrawford]

Shen Wei slips away into the void, not looking back, not even to check if Zhao Yunlan is still alive.

[naye]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH SHEN WEIIIIIIII ;____;

I love this it's so good all of the worry and horror and Shen Wei only caring that Yunlan is alright ADSGDJDSHGASDFNNN???

<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3

[glymr]

Oooh, the way you built the horror and gradual realizations/memories here is masterful! I particularly like that the h/c goes both ways here. The physical hurt endured by Shen Wei vs. the mental scarring of Zhao Yunlan, who wouldn't talk about his nightmares with anyone. Bravo!

[sheron]

wow ♥ ....Why am I not in this fandom.... hahaha

[demitas]

Oh man this is good!!

"Zhao Yunlan," he said, rasping, hardly even enough sound to be called a whisper. "You're...they told me...but you're..."
I bet that what they told him hurt more than the physical torture. 😭

[frith_in_thorns]

aaaaaaaaaa EXCELLENT I LOVE THIS!

[frith_in_thorns]

Shen Wei drugged or concussed or similar and trying really really really hard to focus but it's difficult.

[glymr]

Nightmares, and the aftermath thereof.

[glymr]

Another one for you:

I've seen a few versions of this, but there can never be too many: Shen Wei has a weird allergic reaction with an unexpected outcome to some Dixing item/food/etc.

[frith_in_thorns]

(This is just a snippet I'm typing directly into the comment box, don't let this put anyone off actually digging into this prompt rather than being "ooh Shen Wei falling over!")

-

Zhao Yunlan looks at Shen Wei, grinning, but Shen Wei has his head down and his eyes closed, a deep furrow of concentration between his brows. And, okay, Zhao Yunlan's not complaining because this gives him a long moment to just study Shen Wei, to drink in the sight of him after days in the dark -- the moment Shen Wei opens his eyes and realises then there's going to be fuss, from him and the rest of the team, and a lot of noise, and it will be a while before he has this opportunity again to just... see.

But then Shen Wei opens his eyes, and there's a moment where he blinks hard, and then he lifts his head and says, somewhat vaguely, "Did it work?" like Zhao Yunlan's expression doesn't tell him. But then, he's not looking quite at Zhao Yunlan. He's looking off to the side, very slightly.

"It worked," Zhao Yunlan says, and Shen Wei finally looks at him and smiles. "Good," he says. "I'm glad." There's something... a little unfocused about his expression.

Zhao Yunlan's smile falls a little. "Are you okay?" he asks.

Shen Wei reaches out a hand to his side, like he's searching for the support of the wall. Which is near him, but not quite in that direction. And he stumbles --

Zhao Yunlan is moving before his brain has quite caught up, but he isn't quite quick enough. Shen Wei takes a step like the floor's tilting underneath him and his knee folds, and then the rest of him. Zhao Yunlan is at least in time to catch his shoulder before his head can smack against the floor.

"Shen Wei!" he says, "What is it?"

Shen Wei shakes his head and then coughs. It clearly takes him by surprise, so that he doesn't get his forearm in front of his mouth in time to muffle the first one, and blood splatters against the floor.

"Shen Wei!" Zhao Yunlan has him by the shoulders, holding him up, leaning close. "Shen Wei, are you okay --" although he's not, of course he's not.

Shen Wei coughs, and coughs, and swallows heavily. When he lowers his sleeve it's stained with red where blood leaked between his lips. "I --" he tries. He looks up, but not at Zhao Yunlan.

"Shen Wei," Zhao Yunlan says, again, and it's again as he speaks that Shen Wei finally looks towards him, but his eyes are oddly unfocused.

"Zhao Yunlan," Shen Wei says, and pats his hand against Zhao Yunlan's arm a couple of times before gripping tightly.

Zhao Yunlan -- swallows, although his throat is suddenly locked tight. "Shen Wei," he says. Quietly, calmly, because there is no other option. "Can you see?"

"No," Shen Wei says. And his tone is just the same, calm and quiet and utterly, utterly brittle. "But it's -- it will be all right." And of all things, he tries to smile, and Zhao Yunlan instantly regrets every time over the last few days he'd smiled insincerely, hoping that it was enough of a sticking plaster to hide the gaping wound. If it had looked like this...

"No," Zhao Yunlan whispers. "No, no, no --"

Shen Wei, pale, blood on his lips, keeps on trying to smile. "But you can see?" he asks. "It worked?"

"Yes," Zhao Yunlan whispers. Although worked has become the last word he would use.

"Good," Shen Wei says, with a stubbornness that dares Zhao Yunlan to argue. He lists again, sinking further into Zhao Yunlan's arms.

It isn't. It isn't.

"We'll fix this," Zhao Yunlan says, desperately determined, and if he isn't allowed to argue than Shen Wei isn't, either.

[naye]

~~~flailing in glee~~~

AHHHHH THIS IS SO GOOD!!

And yes I honestly want ALL of this?? Zhao Yunlan's slow realization - and of course Shen Wei hearing "it worked" and SMILING because he's so, so happy that Zhao Yunlan is fine now! Nothing to see here where he's flopped on the floor coughing up blood (nothing to see because he can't see) Ahahaha OH SHEN WEI!! ♥

[eglantiere]

oh my god yesssss yssss it's so good. and of course shen wei was suborned by a lie about zhao yunlan, ughhh. and this glorious beginning build up of him JUST touching the shield, just enough to be seen - ahhhhhhhhhhhh. i love it so damn much.

[frith_in_thorns]

It was an undergraduate class in one of the neighbouring labs who had caused the evacuation of the entire floor, and none of them looked sure whether to be horrified or delighted at their achievement. That was, until the medics arrived and declared that everyone had to be given a counteragent injection, just to be on the safe side. Then their reaction definitely tipped towards horror, especially when they realised that some of the more senior people in the corral set up in one of the lecture theatres were responsible for their grades that year.

Shen Wei felt more amusement than irritation, since he wasn't working to a deadline and had nowhere else he needed to be. Under the guise of mingling to chat while he waited he had already used his dark energy to locate and heal anyone seriously affected by the toxin, although of course he trusted the effectiveness of Haixing medicine. It rendered the need for the counteragent moot, but obviously he had no way to explain that so he lined up along with everyone else.

The injection was quick, professional, virtually painless. "Thank you," Shen Wei said, with a smile, and stood up, and was almost out of the lecture theatre before he realised that something in his body was going horribly wrong.

It started with a pressure behind his eyes, rapidly building into shocking pain. He put a hand to his forehead, digging in with his fingertips, and then his vision began to fragment and the room spun giddily, unaccountably.

He — he couldn't —

He tried to grab the doorframe for balance but he missed somehow, his hand sliding past it and sending him off-balance. He needed to — to —

The floor tilted further and he hit the ground heavily without having realised he was falling. The pressure was still building in his head, blinding agony, and he pressed his hands there and curled his body in and he couldn't make out what the alarmed voices around him were saying over the buzzing in his ears and he was losing his sense of what was happening, losing time.

Hands, voices, all blurred and indistinct. He didn't know what was happening any more and tried to open his eyes but all that was blurred too, smeared light and colours and dizzy movement and it all hurt and he was cold and he couldn't even grasp his dark energy, his head was splitting open and he felt sick and he was being moved and everything was a nightmare swirl of unreality.

Hand. In his. Through all the pain and confusion he knew its shape and the warmth and scent of the body bent near to him. "Yunlan," he forced out, the name in his mouth gifting him a fraction of stability. And Zhao Yunlan's voice murmured in his ear in response although the individual syllables were lost. Shen Wei clung to him, a buoy in a storm, shivering and desperate and drowning.

A little later he was being violently sick into a basin and Zhao Yunlan was supporting him, rubbing his thumb against Shen Wei's neck. Shen Wei moaned, clammy with sweat and too cold, and Zhao Yunlan kissed his hair. "It's okay, baby, it's okay," he murmured, over and over. Shen Wei leaned into him, limp and wrung out, and closed his eyes again because things were still swimming dizzily. He focused on Zhao Yunlan's touch, his voice, and when his hand quested for something to hold onto Zhao Yunlan took it immediately and squeezed. Shen Wei squeezed it back and Zhao Yunlan's voice was pleased even as it was going indistinct again.

Later, again, he tried to shift position and found Zhao Yunlan's hand touching his face gently. "Shen Wei? Are you awake?"

He opened his eyes, very cautiously. But though the light did its best to stab straight into his head it was about bearable. Much more welcome was the sight of Zhao Yunlan, although he looked tired, his hair dishevelled. But he smiled widely at Shen Wei. "Hey! How are you feeling?"

Shen Wei tried to speak, but his throat was too dry. Zhao Yunlan helped him sit up and sip from a glass of water. He was in a hospital room. "My head hurts," he said, when he could.

"Yeah," Zhao Yunlan said, sympathetically. "You had an awful reaction to the anti-toxin. Freaked everyone out." He gave a smile that was a bit shaky at the edges.

Shen Wei tried to sit up properly but his head swirled and his eyes were crowded with dark specks for a moment. He groaned, dizzy.

Zhao Yunlan arms were around him immediately, helping him lie back down. "Shhh, take it easy," he said, soothingly. "You'll be okay, it just needs to work its way out of your system. Lie down and relax, okay?"

It was easy to comply, when he felt like this. Shen Wei turned on his side so that he could press his forehead into Zhao Yunlan's chest. Zhao Yunlan's hand smoothed through his hair, anchoring him, murmuring soft endearments. "Go to sleep, baby," Zhao Yunlan told him. "I'm here, it's all okay."

Shen Wei drifted off. Knowing that Zhao Yunlan held onto him, a tether.

[mynameis_nemo]

Wehhhhhhhhhhh.

*takes heart of chest and hands it to you*

You broke it, you bought it.

This is so good! The slow build to Yunlan realising that Shen Wei can't see. ;_;

The fact that Shen Wei smiles at Yunlan, even though he's hurt and blind and laying on the floor. ;__;

Yunlan regretting all his fake smiles when he was blind because of how much Shen Wei's smile is hurting him. ;___;

Thank you for sharing this.

[frith_in_thorns]

Thanks! :D And it's an AWESOME prompt, one that definitely deserves a proper long-fic fill! (I'm not going to write it though :P)

Shen Wei has PRIORITIES ok. (They are terrible priorities)

[naye]

...could this prompt also lead to Zhao Yunlan kneeling in the rain I think it could. You know. If that's something that would be fun for Shen Wei to deal with when he comes home all drenched and Shen Wei can't see to fix him up and dry him off. (Though hopefully Zhao Yunlan is bringing takeout because the downside to this scenario is Shen Wei doesn't get to cook for Yunlan!)