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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Birdsong (BBC 2012) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Weir/Stephen Wraysford Characters: Michael Weir, Stephen Wraysford Additional Tags: World War One, Anal Sex, Drinking, the frontlines, Pining Summary:
The next few moments flew by quicker than Weir would’ve liked. He wanted to undress Stephen slowly, kiss every freckle on his pale skin. He wanted to lay Stephen down on a soft bed and cherish him, show him how much he cared. But, they were in a war - - in a dugout which wall’s trembled with the enemy fire nearly nonstop.
They would have to steal this moment in time and make the best of it.
Michael Weir deserved better.
Stephen and Weir are my new favorite otp.
fic: burnt out (stephen/weir)
summary: “It doesn't mean anything, not a damn thing.” | Stephen discovers Weir’s photograph collection. Inspired by the 2012 BBC adaptation.
here on ao3
"I think maybe the similarities, they both have such big hearts; they just show them in different ways. And they're both in situations that they wouldn't choose to be in. The similarities probably end there; they both go in very different directions."
Richard Madden talking about Robb Stark and Capt. Michael Weir
Would you believe it if I said I’ve never been with a woman?
Birdsong is a depressing yet beautiful series about good-looking people who are sad their whole lives and then die.
But Michael Weir gets sent knitted jumpers from home.
So that's okay.