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

Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yue_ix]

Shen Wei is accustomed to long walks. He strode across valleys and mountains, he stood watch for signs of life - any signs of life - over silent battlefields and closed his eyes when crossing the same fields a hundred years later, then a colourful meadow with only the odd lance tip still stuck between flowers sprigs. Time sketches and thins at its own whims during those walks, and the easiest way to endure is to let yourself drift on its currents. He knows the same applies to cold. It will gnaw at you, toothless gums worrying at your toes and fingertips and making their way inwards, muscles going tight then burning, a knife edge pain spreading through the limbs and settling in like a mouse waiting for your eyes to close to steal your breath.

That is to say, Shen Wei knows about the relativity of time, and how to adjust his gait for long distances, setting a steady pace that will get him to his destination reliably efficiently, which is the only way to get from somewhere cold to someplace warmer.

Zhao Yunlan, unconscious in his arms and bundled in Shen Wei's black cloak, has never been a factor before. It is remarkably distracting. Shen Wei finds himself looking down, making sure Zhao Yunlan's breathing is still even, and his lips returning to their normal rich shade of blush rather than the worrying bruised plum brought by the deep cold - and suddenly Shen Wei stumbles off the curb, or walks into the path of a parked car, or, now - misses raising his foot high enough to clear the step and trips into the closed door of the SID headquarters.

Shen Wei blinks. Has he crossed half the town already? No, wait, he portaled some of the way, but then - something disturbed the energy. Could the dixingen with the temperate power have woken up from Shen Wei's blow? No, he -

The door underneath Shen Wei's shoulder opens, and he almost falls but catches himself at the last second - except his knee gives out, and he does fall. His only good fortune is that he falls on his back, and thus gets crushed by Zhao Yunlan's weight rather than the other way around. Shen Wei's head cracks against the wood floor and covers any other noises he might have made. His hair is iced over, one hard, sharp lock knocking against his temple from small movements.

"Hei Pao Shi?"

Shen Wei checks over Zhao Yunlan, or he tries to, but his glasses are fogged and Zhao Yunlan is suddenly so heavy Shen Wei can't sit up. He can hardly breathe.

"--n Wei!"

Shen Wei coughs. And keeps coughing. Some sensations are tingling back into his limbs and lungs, an unpleasant rush of insect bites that turns into a rain of needles prickling at his nerves.

He is cold. He is very, very cold, and burning with it.

He hopes his cloak was warm enough to protect Zhao Yunlan from most of the attack's effects.

He hopes he reaches the SID in time to get him to safety.

Trembling fingers land on Shen Wei's jaw, sliding to his neck. They are cold, too, he can tell, but they feel aflame to him.

"S-s-h-shen We-"

Zhao Yunlan. Shen Wei wants to open his eyes but his eyeslashes are frozen shut. His teeth are chattering too fast to let any other sound escape. He lets his head roll into the touch instead; welcomes the burn of Zhao Yunlan's clammy hand.

"Shen Wei!" Zhao Yunlan says again. It echoes in front and behind him, on the wrong past and the right future. Two hands settle on Shen Wei's neck now, and oh, they hurt. Shen Wei never wants them to leave.

"I am not leaving him! I'm fine, stop it - Shen Wei! Stay with me. Da Qing is - "

Shen Wei smiles. Zhao Yunlan is fine. Then it's all good. He can rest, just a little while. There's a warm fire in front of him, and he is so tired. There's -

There's a blanket over him, and cushions under him. It is cold in the apartment. Maybe the heat broke. He wonders why he hurts so much, though. Did something happen? Is Zhao Yunlan safe?

"Shh, I'm okay," Zhao Yunlan whispers, close. They're lying tangled together, with the familiar round weight of Da Qing over Shen Wei's feet. There is a lot of blankets piled on them, trapping them in a little cavern of their own, but considering how cold it is, Shen Wei can't blame Zhao Yunlan for seeking a little warmth.

"Oh yes, this is all for me," Zhao Yunlan chuckles. Shen Wei frowns. Soft fingers smooth over his brow and tuck hair back.

"Sleep now."

Shen Wei burrows deeper into Zhao Yunlan's embrace and sighs, content. There is no battlefield here, no mouse. Only the forever stretch of Zhao Yunlan's arms and the colours blooming before Shen Wei as he falls, at last, into a peaceful dream.


/the end.

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[xparrot]

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH this is just, the sweetest really! Shen Wei is so confused and trying so desperately, from his wandering thoughts on time in the beginning, to walking to the SID rather than calling help (this is why you need a cellphone, Shen Wei! Though he was dazed enough he probably wouldn't have remembered anyway) and then Zhao Yunlan (wrapped in the Envoy's cloak, ayiiii!!!) wakes up in time to panic, and then teasing him at the end as they snuggle, and yaaaay!

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yue_ix]

Shen Wei hurt and loosing his grip on reality becomes stuck on mode PROTECT ZYL and cannot perceive anything else until his mission is accomplished. XD

Cna you imagine Zhao Yunlan coming to as Shen Wei drops like a potato sack in the floor? He has to sluggishly fight his way out of the billowing robes, then wave away all the concerned faces, and finds a half frozen Shen Wei irresponsive and shuddering. Poor boy must have had quite a fright; he deserves to tease single-minded Shen Wei a little. ;)

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yantantether]

Eeeeee, so lovely! I loved the detail about the bruised plum colour of ZYL's lips, and Shen Wei's stubborn and absolute persistence, and the familiar round weight of Da Qing over Shen Wei's feet is so wonderfully comforting.

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yue_ix]

Weee thank you! I painted this whole thing about ice avoiding the colour blue, and struggled a little on how to best describe blue lips then. XD

Shen Wei's stubbornness has no bounds and cannot be restrained. He is the worst and I love him.

Headcanon: Da Qing sleeps on SW's feet or ZYL's face, and no in between.

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[frith_in_thorns]

This is so lovely! Awwwww poor confused Shen Wei, I love him being an unreliable narrator because he's just so focused on Zhao Yunlan and not himself. Him losing track of time and collapsing inside the SID was great, and I loved them cuddling at the end under all the blankets!

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yue_ix]

Shen Wei having 0 self-awareness was very fun to write, if even a bit slower than my usual slow pace. I kept writing a sentence, then deleting it and writen two sentences to go around that first sentence. It's a little bit like drawing using negative space? Which I love to do but haven't had much practice with for writing.

<33 Shen Wei collapsing is such a hit for me too. So glad for all the kindred spirits in this fandom hole.

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[marycrawford]

Wow, this is incredible, I'm breathless. I love your evocative, poetic language, and the way we can see gaps in Shen Wei's POV where he loses track of time and himself due to the cold attack. I love his stoic self, the way we only get glimpses of just how frozen, hurt, and iced over he is, because his focus is all on Zhao Yunlan, and that feels so achingly in character.

Oh, the tender worried distraction, looking at Zhao Yunlan ("the worrying bruised plum brought by the deep cold" oof, gorgeous). And then Zhao Yunlan is taking care of him and he is still so cold, but I have faith things will get better.

I am trying to say this in the least pressuring way possible: if you should want to write more fic for these two I would be HERE FOR IT. <3

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yue_ix]

Thank you! Shen Wei walks a fine line between lacking self-awareness and having excellent self-awareness but choosing to disregard anything not pertaining to either his current goal or Zhao Yunlan. In this story he very much does both at once, and that made him extremely unreliable and fun to write. He doesn't lie but ooooh boy does he pick and choose what information gets through. Poor Zhao Yunlan trying to take care of him!

I might clean this up, find a beta and put it on Ao3. M But i also probably won't make a habit of writing. Or at least, not continuously like this (versus spontaneous twitterfics). I prefer to draw, or cheers for others works, and would like to do more of that instead.

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[naye]

*WRITHING* OH NO SHEN WEIIIIII

He is totally fine there is nothing wrong with him it's just a bit chilly and he's very worried about Zhao Yunlan but he's absolutely not about to collapse and die fdsghjkfsdjfhkgsdjkf.

The waking up cuddled with Zhao Yunlan makes me so, so happy? And then the gentle touch and the sleeping embrace AHHHH MY HEART!! ♥

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yue_ix]

Shen Wei is a mix of self-denial, single-mind, and voluntarily discarding any information not pertinent to his goal.

Did he know he was frozen? Yeah, but Zhao Yunlan needs him to walk, so he's walking. Does he know how bad off he is? Nah, that parked car just got in his way while he was *getting lost in the exact shade of ZYL's lips*.

Could he hear all the SID members calling his name and asking questions? Absolutely, but he dismissed them all bc he was stuck in his loops and hoops. But ZYL's breathing changes and Shen Wei is all Oh! Someone's talking to me? Are they worried about me? And are very right to be? Who cares, is Zhao Yunlan alright?

XD he's such a rude fool in love and omisses so much information that his reality is more of a latice or dentelle framework than any clear picture.

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[no_detective]

oh, this is stunning - so beautifully written and vivid and rich, i could feel the cold in my bones! and i absolutely LOVE the way you write the sense of displacement, terrible and poetic and poignant. <3

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[trobadora]

This is so good! So poetic and so spot on. I love Shen Wei's stubbornness in particular. Absolutely delightful. ♥

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[umadoshi]

Shen Wei, I love you so much, but why do you have the self-preservation of a turnip??? *sobs*

This is lovely. And painful. *more sobs*

Re: Hypothermia and cuddling for warmth (or: Shen Wei Is The Least Reliable Narrator)

[yue_ix]

Now beta-ed and reposted on AO3 over here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21097070