Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: 成化十四年 | The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ding Rong/Wang Zhi, Sui Zhou & Tang Fan, Dong'er & Wang Zhi
Characters: Ding Rong, Wang Zhi, Dong'er, Sui Zhou, Tang Fan, Jia Kui
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Fluff, Friendship, Developing Relationship, Ding Rong straight up spiraling
Summary:
“I am confused,” he blurts out.
Wang Zhi doesn’t so much as shift. “Regarding?” he murmurs, curled against Ding Rong’s side.
He isn’t sure how to phrase it. “Did something happen?” he asks after a moment.
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Unsurprisingly, Rongzhi got me in a chokehold, and while I'm not even there yet (on ep37 now), I've seen the spoilers.
Listen, my mind is trying to preemptively make sense of what's going to happen, and so I wrote this little ficlet.
If you want to do it better than me and avoid major spoilers, don't read further.
This might or might not fit what actually happens as I watch on. Maybe it will, and I'll clean it up and post it properly later on.
For now I'm very intrigued by the possibility of a scheme behind a scheme behind a scheme, the love language of betrayal (hello, zhaoxie fam!) and the ultimate devotion of willingly making oneself a pawn without expecting anything in return (looking at you there, suyao lovers!).
--- in his rightful place ---
The sword lies firmly against Wang Zhi's throat. Ding Rong keeps telling himself that this is what he wanted. This is what has to happen. It has become inevitable that someone will make their final move to bring Wang Zhi down, and he will not have anyone else do it. He can't trust anyone else with this precious, vulnerable neck.
And so he can keep his hand completely steady as he steps back towards Shang Ming, keeps his eyes levelled and sharp when Wang Zhi's gaze locks on his. He watches the well hidden emotions pass across his du-gong's face. How well he has learned to read him over the years. He can see his surprise, anger, fear, where another won't even notice a muscle's twitch.
Do the same for me now, he thinks, read me the way I read you. Show me that you watched me the way I have been watching you. Show me you understand me after all these years.
There is a shift in Wang Zhi's eyes, a slight widening of his pupils. It is not what Ding Rong has hoped for. Where he wanted to find confirmation, there is a heart that quietly breaks.
But he has to keep it up now. Shang Ming is speaking, and Ding Rong does what he knows to do best, remains silent and focused on the task, on Wang Zhi. He thinks he can feel his rapid pulse travel through the blade to his hand. But no, that's impossible. Ding Rong forces his mind away from his emotions. He has always known this could happen. That Wang Zhi might not understand him right away. It is not lost yet.
—-
It had to be Ding Rong, not just any stranger. That way Wang Zhi has a chance to outsmart him. Doesn't Wang Zhi know him best? Ding Rong couldn't make it easy for him, of course, or his scheme would be exposed. But surely Wang Zhi understands him well enough to know how to bring him down.
Or so Ding Rong has thought, until now, until there is a familiar body in red on the floor, and Shang Ming is holding a painful speech about...
Ding Rong has stopped hearing him. It can't be, he tells himself over and over, as he stands frozen. Wang Zhi is better than that. He would not simply die like that. He can't die. Not yet. Not in front of him.
The rushing of his blood inside his ears makes it hard to hear his own thoughts, and while he desperately tries to understand the failure in his plan, a single tear breaks free and runs down his cheek, betraying the trust he had in Wang Zhi.
—-
There is a knife pushing against Ding Rong's throat, and he is glad that it is Jia Kui's. He knows Jia Kui won't act rashly or cruelly, and he is less ashamed if it is him who notices him quivering when Wang Zhi pushes back the hood that has been hiding his face. He falls to his knees and the world is right again, and while his heart pumps joy and panic through his body, his mind is calm at last.
He is relieved from the burden that has been weighing heavily on his shoulders when he is put in shackles and behind bars. He has no thoughts to spare for the countless people he has seen in the very same position, what he has done to them, what might be done to him.
What will come now doesn't matter anymore. Wang Zhi is finally back in his righteous position, and Ding Rong has fulfilled his service to him.
After all, Ding Rong thinks, and there is a content warmth spreading inside his chest, he might not have been so wrong in trusting how well Wang Zhi knows him. Maybe he has truly seen him all along.
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Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: 成化十四年 | The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Ding Rong & Wang Zhi, Ding Rong/Wang Zhi
Characters: Ding Rong, Wang Zhi (The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty), Jia Kui, Yang Fu (The Sleuth of the Ming Dynasty), Chizi, Original Characters, Tang Fan
Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Pre-Canon, Canon Era, Post-Canon, Angst, Flashbacks, Jealousy, Pining, Mental Anguish, Mental Instability, Canon-Typical Violence, Epistolary, POV Ding Rong, Friendship, Betrayal, i'm really trying to think of tags here
Summary:
“You have Bixia’s trust, and his edict," Ding Rong said. "Therefore my loyalty and my skills are yours.”
Wang Zhi smirked. “Don’t give your entire being over to me so readily,” he said, a teasing note in his voice. “You’ve no idea what I might do to you.”
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Flowers no longer fly in our city in March
Crouching everywhere, these colossal beasts of buildings---
Sphinxes in the desert spy on you with mocking eyes
And packs of urban tigers roar
From morning until dusk
From morning until dusk
Rain of soot thunder of urban noise
Discord among gears
Jostling among machines
Time broken into fragments life increasingly fades . . .
Night falls, our city like a large poisonous spider
Spreads its flashing, rippling, seductive net
Trapping the steps of pedestrians
Trapping the loneliness of hearts
The void of the night
I often sit quietly on the dreamless night field
And watch the city at the bottom of the night like
A gigantic diamond brooch
Displayed in the glass showcase of the commission house
Waiting for a high price
Flowers No Longer Fly in Our City by Wang Rongzhi
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hey does anyone remember the douyin video that's a girl sitting on the toilet with a monotone voiceover of "what did I come here to do (我来这干什么的)" as she tries to detective out what she was doing/planning on doing that got her to this place (ADHD mood), and also eating pocky every so often ??? it was probably translated by rongzhi on this site??
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