3.4k | T | Weilan | Intimacy, Episode Fic, Shen Wei Character Study
In the silence of his apartment, Shen Wei presses the door shut, turns the lock. And then, like his body was waiting until he was alone, his legs give out. He tips into the wall, sinks down to sitting on his front mat. Closes his eyes.
Or, after the kitchen scene, Shen Wei gets a drunk voicemail from Zhao Yunlan.
my fill for @guardianbingo bonus round five: answer.
i wanted to fill some gaps in canon with this fic — primarily, what happens after shen wei walks out of zhao yunlan's apartment in episode 23. i also really wanted to portray zhao yunlan's blindness in a more anchored way than we see in the show, particularly all the small ways that suddenly becoming disabled changes (or doesn't change) the day to day habits of your life. what i didn't expect was for this fic to slowly become a character study of shen wei that revolves around the way he thinks about his own life, tracing through the major moments of his life up until the present. this is a story about knowing someone and being known in return, about the sometimes-voluntary and sometimes-involuntary intimacy of disability, and about the way that time can change what you tell yourself about your own past.
read Returning Sound | 回音 on ao3
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happy pride! get absolutely silly with it.
+ a flag color-picked directly from this very worm.
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2.5k | T | Weilan | Domestic Slice of Life, Established Relationship
A warm weight leans into Shen Wei from the side, tucks its chin against his shoulder, and winds skin-hot hands around him to clasp across his chest. The familiar summertime smell of Zhao Yunlan’s sweat. The familiar rhythm of Zhao Yunlan’s breathing. Shen Wei’s hand, still holding his brush pen, pauses over the lab report he’d been looking over. “Hello, Zhao Yunlan,” he murmurs, and feels more than hears the answering sound of Zhao Yunlan’s voice rumbling through his whole body.
Or, a hot summer afternoon in Shen Wei's apartment.
my fill for @guardianbingo bonus round two: swelter.
there's a particular languidness and physicality to summer that i love and really wanted to capture in writing, while balancing the nature of drama canon weilan. accordingly, this story is mostly softness with a little bit of edge, and an emphasis on that slow, sensual feeling that everything takes on sometimes, when it's warm out and you're in love. not much else to say about this one -- it's really just: shen wei in love, zhao yunlan in love, and them both being very weilan about it.
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Death
Maura said, “That’s your card.”
On the card on the table was a black knight astride a white horse. The knight’s helmet was lifted so that it was obvious that his face was a bare skull dominated by eyeless sockets. The sun set beyond him, and below his horse’s hooves lay a corpse.
Outside the windows behind them, a breeze hissed audibly through the trees.
“Death.” Gansey read the bottom of the card. He didn’t sound surprised or alarmed. He just read the word like he would read eggs or Cincinnati.
“I thought that psychics didn’t predict death,” Adam said quietly. “I read that the Death card was only symbolic.”
-Maggie Stiefvater
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do you or a loved one openly identify as aroallo on tumblr dot com? you may be entitled to financial compensation!
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