PART 5 OF ONE SNOWFLAKE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS - Song Lan being rescued and saved prompt requests
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Hurt/comfort song lan/wen ning
Tags: songning, hurt/comfort, fierce corpses that become lovers, gentle, helping each other through undeath
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Prompt 21: Love Protects You
hurt/comfort request: sl getting rescued after being tortured and getting showered in love by his rescuer
Tags: 3chen, hurt/comfort, bittersweet, sl is really hurt, xxc is a miss
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Prompt 22: Love Changes You
reforming(?) villain WX x righteous daoshi SL - not actually picky about Wen Xu's characterization, although I guess I like to think of him as loyal with a sadistic side; warped morals due to his upbringing, but a filial heart. Wants to be a better man for Song Lan, but fucks up along the way
Tags: wen xu/song lan, hurt/comfort, wen xu falls hard, sick sl, sickfic, reforming villain
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pls req song lan prompts from me here:
https://odaibako.net/u/mistyfrostflower
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Song Lan felt himself come back into his body, snapped into reality. He figured out very quickly that he was restrained. Chains were wrapped around his ankles and bound his arms to his sides. His frown deepened and he opened his eyes. He was on his side, head pressed down against something soft, a hand in his hair, soothing the slight ache where the nails had once pierced his skull. It was pulsing in a way that reminded him of when he had been under Xue Yangâs control.Â
He stared out at the darkened woods, blinking to try and make sense of where he was. Hadnât it been morning? He turned his head, looking up to see who was holding his head in their lap. He was unsurprised to see that it was Wen Ning.Â
âYouâre awakeâŚâ Wen Ning sighed in relief, giving Song Lan a small smile. âAre you okay?â
Song Lan had no way of speaking, so he only nodded. He was confused as to why he was restrained but the remnants of resentment were still flowing through his veins. He felt a creeping chill through his limbs and a fogginess in his head. He had lost control.Â
âHere.â Wen Ning was gentle as he unwound the chains, removing them entirely. Song Lan didnât move, keeping himself resting in Wen ningâs lap. He lifted his hands and quickly signed to him. âDid I hurt anyone? Did I hurt you?â
Wen Ning shook his head. âNo. I was able to restrain you. You canât hurt me, ge.â Wen Ning continued to gently stroke a clawed hand through Song Lanâs hair, gently massaging around the nail wounds.
âWhat happened?â Despite the grounding and comforting action, he was too ashamed to meet the other corpses' eyes.Â
âI donât know. I think⌠I think a memory triggered something. We⌠We were nearing a village. You just⌠froze and⌠I could feel the resentment before I saw your eyes.â
Song Lan frowned more and raked his brain for any clues for why this had upset him. âI canât remember what happened...â
âItâs okayâŚâ Wen Ning continued his ministrations. âYouâre safe.â
Song Lan noticed that Wen Ning had covered him with a thin blanket while he was unconscious. âI have no need for this.â
âI know. I just didnât like seeing you like that so⌠I pretended that you were asleep.â He gave a small smile to Song Lan, easing him. âDo the nail wounds hurt?â
Song Lan nodded again and signed with his free hand. âSore.â
âI thought so.â Wen Ning gently moved his finger tips to comfortingly knead around the wounds. âI used some of the talismans that Wei gongzi made for us. It made most of the resentment dissipate. You should feel better soon, let me just finish massaging. This is helping me coax out the rest of the resentment.â
Song Lan nodded slightly. He then shut his eyes, focusing on the feeling of Wen Ningâs hands. He didnât feel panic like he had the first dozen times this had happened. Wen Ning was always there to save him before the resentment made him into a monster.Â
He reached up, taking Wen Ningâs wrist and stopping him. âHmm?â The other fierce corpse tilted his head, hair spilling down over his shoulders and curtaining around his face.Â
âThank you for saving me.â He put his hands down, slightly smiling as he looked up at the other corpse.Â
Wen Ning would have blushed if he could and as an answer he pressed his lips to Song Lanâs temple. âRest. Youâll feel better soon, ge."
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PROMPT 21: Love Protects You
Everything hurts. He could feel wind rushing around him, feel the cold air rustling his hair and heard it howling. Iâm flying. There were strong arms holding him against a sturdy chest. He didnât know who but it felt familiar. I was rescued. For weeks he had been beaten and degraded within a Qishan Wen prison cell. For weeks he had been so near to death that it had creeped up his arms and nearly paralyzed him. He opened his eyes and saw nothing. Blackness. A whine left his throat, fear crawling up his spine and nearly paralyzing him. I canât see. Why canât I see?
Someone soothed him. The person holding him brought him closer, pressed his face into the warmth of their neck and kissed his hair, gentle. He recognized this person by their scent but he couldnât think of who.Â
Iâm safe. The person was someone that loved him, he knew this but nothing else. With their soothing words, he began to drift back into unconsciousness, mind floating away and thoughts melting into the wind.
When he awoke again, he was in a bed. Soft fabrics beneath his body, warming him. Careful hands were combing his hair, untangling knots and brushing oil into the dry and matted strands. He could hear talking but the words didnât make sense.Â
Another pair of hands were tending to his abdomen. Iâm hurt. He could not remember which of the tortures had caused him this wound, but he knew that it was being cleaned now. Safe.Â
He let himself rest there, at the mercy of the people that were caring for him. Their voices held familiar tones, their touch a balm to his soul. I know them. He tried desperately to come up with names, to match faces to the voices. A whine left his lips. The person brushing his hair stopped, placing a hand to his cheek. The words were making sense but he was still missing things. âYou⌠Safe⌠Huanâer found you⌠brought you home.â Lips were pressed to his cheek. âWe⌠Protect you. Youâre safe⌠Lanâer.â He didnât exactly know who this person was, but there was comfort in his words. He opened his eyes, desperate to see who was caring for him, to match a face with the voice. Nothing.
âEyesâŚâ He managed to croak, trying to blink away whatever was stopping him from seeing. The hand that was tending to his abdomen moved and went to the other cheek, stroking in small and soothing circles. âShh⌠Weâve got⌠No one can hurtâŚâ He heard rustling as one of the men moved. âXingchen, get⌠Sedative.âÂ
âHurtsâŚâ Song Lan groaned, trying to move, to sit up. Hands were gently pushing his shoulders down.Â
âLanâer you canâtâŚ. Need to rest.â A small vile was pressed to his lips and he drank without question. âYouâre safe baobei.â
âWeâll take care of⌠Just rest now.â The other voice added. Once again he felt their gentle touches and he relaxed.Â
âWho⌠Who are you?â I know them. Why canât I rememberâŚ
He could hear sniffling. Is someone crying? âYouâll remember soon⌠Hit your head⌠Need to rest and⌠Donât worry.â The first voice was the one speaking, hands still brushing through his hair. He must be the one crying.Â
The person that was tending to his wound had finally finished. They pulled the blankets up to cover him. His head was feeling fuzzy. Had he taken something to make him sleep? âSleep, A-Lan. A-Chen and I will⌠Youâll remember soon.â
âStay.â I know who you are. Youâre important to me. Their names and faces were lost to the mess of his mind but he could tell that they were trustworthy.Â
âWe wonât leave.â He heard the second person say. Both of his hands were held, hair still being stroked. He began to drift off with their warmth, knowing that he was safe.Â
Once Song Lan was asleep, Xingchenâs sniffling turned into sobbing. He gripped his cultivation partnerâs hand, holding it tightly to his chest and weeping into Song Lanâs shoulder.Â
Xichen frowned, sitting at Song Lanâs other side. He reached over and took Xingchenâs free hand, squeezing it. âLoveâŚâ He felt his own tears burning and Xichen willed them away. âA-Chen, heâs safe⌠We can heal him.â
âHe will never see again! We⌠we were too lateâŚâ His voice was weak, shaking and watery. Xichenâs heart broke.Â
âWe saved him⌠We⌠That is all we could doâŚâ His own tears began to slip silently down his cheeks. He looked back at the unconscious man in the bed, lacing his fingers between his. âWe need to be strong for him, A-Chen.â He looked back to his other lover.Â
Xingchen was weeping into Song Lanâs sleep robes, too far into his despair to hear Xichenâs gentle voice.Â
Xichen squeezed his hand again and then put his attention back onto Song Lan, crying with his partner, feeling relief and sadness. They had saved Song Lan but not until after he had faced so much awful torment and pain. It would take time, but he would not allow his lover to fall into despair, either of them.Â
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PROMPT 22: Love Changes You
Wen Xu knew he was in over his head. He had never felt this way before, especially not for someone so above him in morals and righteousness⌠Still, he had fallen hard for Song Daozhang.Â
Song Lan, the cold snow and distant frost; had found himself captured by the Wen. He had ventured too close, had been ambushed and forced into their iron barred prison. Much like the proud Second Jade of Lan, he was unwilling to bend to their will. He rather take torture and pain than to turn against his teachings and away from the righteous path.Â
Wen Xu had watched him. Watched as his own brother inflicted wounds and drew pained cries from the cultivator's mouth. It was odd. He should have wanted to help in the torture, to make the man tremble and hurt⌠But he found his stomach churning each time the cultivator was harmed.
He fell for the manâs unbreakable spirit, for his silence. For his handsome face and cold disposition. It scared him at first. He wanted to help him, to go against the wishes of his father, to go against his family⌠But it felt right to do so⌠He didnât know why, but seeing cruelty be brought against someone so beautiful, so righteous⌠It made him despise who he was, who his father had forced him to be.Â
He began visiting him in secret, bringing the ailing Daoshi medicines to treat his wounds, bringing fresh water and portions of stolen food. He didnât even contemplate these actions, he just did them. It was not until after that he considered the consequences of what he had done. His father would never approve. In fact, his father would likely throw him into a cell to join the Daozhang.Â
When Song Daozhang fell ill, body weak with a raging fever; Wen Xu cast aside all fear in favor of helping him. All thoughts of filial piety were replaced with an unbreakable need to take care of the captured Daoshi, to ensure his safety.
He approached the iron bars with a tray in hand and quickly unlocked it before entering the dim and damp cell.
Song Daozhang looked up weakly, relieved to see that it was Wen Xu and not Wen Chao. He shivered, gripping his robes tighter, willing them to keep him warm in the coldness of this prison. âYou⌠You shouldnât be here⌠If someone sees youâŚâ He coughed roughly and Wen Xu drew closer, stopping in front of the other man. He placed the tray on the floor, kneeling in front of the Daozhang with his eyebrows drawn together in worry. âYou canât⌠you canât be seen by anyoneâŚâ
âIâll kill them.â Wen Xu replies, removing his cloak. He puts it over Song Lan, hoping that it will help to soothe his trembling. âYou look worse than this morning.â He picked up the small bowl from the tray and held it to his lips. âDrink.â
The cultivator obediently did so, not minding the bitter taste. He settled back once it was empty, too tired to converse further.
Wen Xu set a hand to Song Lanâs forehead, frowning at the immense heat. If he didnât do something, Song Lan would die here. âYou need to see a physician.âÂ
âYour father will let me die first.âÂ
âI wonât allow that. Wrap your arms around me.â His mind was made up. His fatherâs âloveâ was not worth more than this manâs life.Â
âWhatâŚ?â Song Lan stared at him in shock, wondering if his fever was making him hallucinate.Â
âI wonât let you die down here. Wrap your arms around me so that I can get you out of here.â
âYou⌠Youâll get into trouble with your father⌠If anyone sees you, theyâll tell him. It's not worth the risk- Are you crazy?âÂ
âYes- Now wrap your arms around me before a guard comes.â Wen Xu did not wait for the cultivator to approve of this idea. He carefully scooped him into his arms, pressing him close to his chest and covering his head with the hood of his cloak. âStay low.â
Song Lan had wrapped his arms around Wen Xuâs neck, hiding his face against his shoulder and hoping that they would actually leave this prison in one piece.Â
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