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Trust me when I say that @naniya27 is an absolute gem and a half and I’m beyond blessed and floored by her generosity of talent and friendship. Look at that gorgeous, gorgeous artwork y’all!! Ugh. SO much TALENT.
This was fun to write in all honesty and despite Real Life getting in the way. I hope you all enjoy reading this! I hope I did well...
My gift for @snowlymint! The prompt was “Nezumi and Shion being happy together” I hope they like this xD - @naniya27
Due to some magical mishap, a tian chuang leader!zzs appears in front of wenzhou and now wkx has two zzs(s) fighting(?) over him 🤣🤣
A/N: Something short because I’m still at work (on a Saturday) and I just need something to make time pass a little faster (because it is so quiet and we’re currently on another lockdown and I AM AT WORK ON A SATURDAY)
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Chengling feels the reverberations of the swords clashing in a wicked meeting of steel to steel. Each slash and parry shakes him to his bones, and he worries his bottom lip, looking from one person to the other, eyes darting to follow their swift and murderously elegant movements.
They’ve been at this for a good shichen!
Ever since the day a version of Shīfù appeared, crashing right into their table and the second best tea set, his version of Shīfù had carried with him a cloud of darkness that had manifested in him practically clinging on to Shīshū like a persistent shadow, never letting him out of sight.
Which tobe fair to him, judging by the reaction when the other Shīfù had been told about, he was completely justified in thinking.
The only person maintaining any semblance of calm and amusement of the whole thing is Chengling’s Shīshū; currently sitting by the side, pouring a cup of tea for himself and Chengling, beckoning him to sit.
Shīfù and Shīfù are evenly matched; neither one of them giving in or giving way, neither backing down or relaxing their blows. The Bai Yi sword, upon tasting steel, reacts just the same and with the skills of their wielder, there was an obvious tie ahead.
“Shīshū, are you really going to let them fight it out like this?” Chengling asks with quiet trepidation.
“They needed to get this out of their system,” He answers simply.
“Eh?”
Shīshū huffs, a corner of his lips hooking up in a handsome grin. Amusement and delight prickles at the darks of his eyes, and Chengling can even pick out the threads of desire. What was there to even be desirous about? He wants to ask if he may have hit his head the wrong way when he woke up this morning.
As if sensing the unspoken query, Shīshū tilts his head just as the two Shīfù take their battle to the rooftops. Flicking his of white hair back over his shoulder, he lifts his cup to his lips and takes a slow sip.
“They’re both him, you know that right?”
Chengling frowns. “Of course I do! Shīfù is Shīfù no matter what!”
“Good child,” Shīshū laughs. “Since Zhou Zishu is Zhou Zishu, how could I not love every version of him?”
Oh. Oh. It strikes Chengling that he has been rather silly after all. Tipping his gaze towards where the two men who were essentially the same person are ducking in and out of sight, he blinks.
They’re the same person, of course they are.
“They’ve been itching for a fight for days now,” Shīshū says, a flash of a wince marring his handsome features as he rolls his spine and adjusts the pillow he is sitting on. “At least this way, I don’t have to light a candle for...”
He trails off, meeting Chengling’s curious gaze. “Never mind,” He mutters instead, draining his cup of tea and rising. “Go check if we have any loquat syrup from the other day. Prepare it to your Shīfù’s liking. I’m sure they’ll be thirsty after all that fighting. When they’re done, tell them to come find me in the bedroom.”
Chengling eyes the sun still hanging high in the sky. “But it’s too early for a nap...”
Either Shīshū didn’t hear him because he was too far away or he was playing dumb, because his two Shīfù come leaping back into the courtyard, continuing to battle each other with unbridled violence.
Chengling shakes his head. Best not to ask too much questions.
Hi! I got a prompt! You know the cliche trope of a married couple fighting and the wife is like “I’m going back to my parents’ house!” Well, maybe wenzhou had a petty fight, and wkx actually uses that line, but he obv has no parents left, so he ran away to yby’s place. Now zzs not only has to coax his husband home, he also has to do it in front of yby, who’s like half freaking tired of the drama, and half get weirdly into it and yakes wkx’s side, making the task even more difficult. Can be modern AU or post canon, up to you 🤣🤣
Hi Nani, sorry this is a bit late hehe 🥰
I’m opting for modern!au for this coz I want to try something new haha
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The tap on his car window startles him out of his daze and he winds down just in time to have Ah Xiang poking her head into the warm interior, bringing with her a rush of cool spring morning air.
“You fucked up really bad this time, huh?”
“Language,” Zishu chides on instinct but doesn’t pursue the matter when their foster daughter/little sister rolls her eyes and sighs.
“Are you going in or not? If you are, you should do it later coz the Old Man is still in there. If you’re not, then can I bum a ride with you to school?”
“Did you miss the bus again?” Zishu scoffs, reaching over to the passenger seat and passing over three packed lunches that were definitely bought; one for Ah Xiang, one for Chengling who was staying at his godfather Shen Shen’s for the week (thank the gods), and one for Cao Weining who seems to have ingratiated his way into their little family.
She takes it wordlessly and packs it into her bag. Sticking her tongue out at him, she shoulders the straps of her school bag, scuffing her shoe on the ground. Watching her, Zishu kills the engine of the car and lifts up the bouquet of peonies he’d bought last night and drove up and down the block until he decided against coming over to the Ye household at that hour.
“How mad?”
“I’d say you’ll probably have to grovel.”
Zishu grins, a bubble of amusement enveloping his chest with warmth. Exiting the car, he reaches over to pat her on her head and arranges the collar of her school uniform. “I can do that.”
She frowns. “Grovel and beg and kiss his ass and swear you won’t make him angry anymore?”
“Go to school, kid, and text me if you guys need a ride home today. I’ll bring you guys for some ice-cream,” Zishu says, nudging her along. She huffs, pausing mid turn to suddenly throw her arms around him and hugging tightly.
“I don’t like it when you guys fight.”
“I know. I don’t like it when we fight either.”
Aaa maybe if you have time, can I please ask for a wenzhou parent trap AU?🥺🥺🥺 ZCL and GX maybe meet in camp and realized that their half of family photo are ripped from e/o or something like that? And they set up a plan by asking for wkx and zzs to take them somewhere so they can have a playdate with a “friend i met during the camp” thank you!
The plan, if they can say so themselves, is flawless.
It was simple, really. Ah Xiang-jie had carefully enunciated the plan under the awning of the boba shop they both designated as their secret meeting place. Not that it's much of a secret, seeing as Cao-da ge always manages to join them here too.
They will talk each other up to their respective dads, shape it like they were very quickly attached to the group of friends that they made over the two weeks at wilderness camp. Chengling knows that his dad would agree to it easily because the man was a worrier when it came to Chengling adjusting to the new school environment and the new city. He will agree to coming along to meet this Jiejie of his without much explanation needed.
They will sort out some chance encounter at the cinema and get the ball rolling from there.
Their other dad, however, is another ballpark altogether.
If they wanted to 'lure' their parents into a meeting, they'll have to be careful about Wen Kexing. From what his Jiejie has said, his other dad is a cutthroat and ruthless CEO of a business startup that he had built from the ground up. Chengling searched him up and spent a whole night just going down a rabbit hole of interviews where his dad spoke about his company and ethos. Notoriously private, Ah Xiang-jie was barely a blip on anyone's radar with the lengths their father had kept her out of the public eye.
Chengling couldn't even begin imagine growing up like that.
Zhou Zishu's approach to
Ah Xiang-jie had told him how their father was starting to get suspicious about how much boba she's been drinking. Talking about how this was starting to be an addiction and maybe cutting back her allowance if she doesn't control it. "It's okay," Chengling says, I can buy my own boba--"
"Nonsense!" She clucks her tongue. "What big sister would I be if I didn't treat my little brother!"
He smiles softly but doesn't say anything as she places her order and Chengling's at the counter. In the beginning, he had found her annoying and forceful, and they'd even gotten into a fight that caused them both to be punished with missing out on the long awaited camp excursion activity. But Chengling thinks now that it was good that they did.
Because that afternoon gave him his sister back.
Chengling had always grown up knowing that he had a sister and another dad out there in the big wide world. His dads had separated just before he turned two. One had taken one child and the other another, and they drifted off in the wind just like that.
There had been nothing of them in the home he had lived in with dad until last winter. Sometimes he resented him for keeping them from Chengling like they were some secret that he could not speak of. It was not until he was a little older that he understood that when Dad couldn't speaking of something, it just meant that it was painful and hard. Not that he missed them any less.
The only thing Chengling ever had of them was half of a picture they'd taken together during the last Lunar New Year they spent as a family.
And as the truth had unfolded that afternoon where they'd been punished, Ah Xiang-jie had held up her piece of that picture and he had too. And it had matched.
Chengling sips on his boba and watches as his big sister flicks her hair back, pushing packets of snacks at him while stealing a sip of Cao-da ge's choice of drink. He lets her rip open one and nudging it over to him.
"Ah Xiang-jie, do you think this will work?" He asks quietly, munching on a tomato flavoured crisp.
"Silly little brother," She sighs, knocking her knuckles lightly to his head. "If I say it will work, it will work, ok? Just trust your Da Jie!"
Unspeakably fond, he nods. "Okay."
Hi! Prompt! Would love to see the scene where ZZS found WKX and the kids based on naniya27 pic on arranged marriage au.
Thanks for the prompt hehe! Based on this wonderful @naniya27 art and post
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Sounds of happy laughter carries through the bright spring sunshine and Zishu carefully leans forward, letting the light spill over the handsome lines of his face. He watches the two children play from afar - a boy and a girl - and slowly lets his gaze sweep towards the man in pale robes with a sleeping toddler tied to his back as he hangs the laundry.
The man smiles at the two children and Zishu feels his heart twists in unfathomable pain and longing.
His Lao Wen looks tired and even from this distance, there is a sorrow in the curve of his smile that their daughter Ah Xiang catches with a innocent laugh of her own as she plays with the orphan boy from the sect up the mountain. There is no doubt in his mind that Lao Wen has felt the two years they have been apart as much as he has.
Somehow, he looks even more beautiful now. Was this what they meant when they said that absence made the heart fonder?
When they had bowed to the Heavens, they had been barely out of their teens and Zishu had done it out of duty. The marriage was planned even before either one of them were born and whilst they’d grown up together but he had always seen the young kid who’d followed him around with a gummy smile and calling him “Gege” with such a sweet voice.
But the marriage happened and love, genuine love and affection, grew between them like the settling of snowfall and it left them amazed at the world they’d built between the both of them. Love, tender and passionate, sweet happiness that Zishu never knew he had the capacity to fee, bloomed.
Han Ying hovers just to his side and while Zishu is grateful beyond measure to him, he cannot help but to irrationally resent his most trusted right hand man for being the one to have found them before he did.
There had been nothing he hasn’t done to find his missing family; no Earth he has not scorched, no blood he had not spilled just to catch a hint of where Lao Wen could have disappeared to in the chaos of Tian Chuang being besieged by enemy forces.
A dull ache settles in his chest and he tastes the bitterness of the last two years without his husband. In the sunlight, the babe stirs against Lao Wen’s back. A son, his intel had told him. Lao Wen bore him a son. But he cannot yet feel the joy of knowing that even through the madness that had ensued, their children were safe and his husband was too. Zishu can only feel the pang that he has missed so much of their young lives.
“Leader...”
Zishu swallows back the grief and the relief that clouds his eyes. Taking a deep restorative breath, he allows a small smile to peek through. “How do I look?” He asks, a sudden rush of uncharacteristic nerves seizing him for a moment.
If Han Ying notices it, he says nothing. Bowing respectfully, he says, “Master Wen would think you handsome no matter what.”
This child is getting so glib with his words, Zishu thinks a little fondly, straightening his cloak. “Come on then. Let’s go meet my family.”
Maybe maybe can I please ask pre-teen childhood friends wenzhou having a cute first kiss? 😁😁😁
A/N: this has legit been sitting in my inbox for a whole age and a half 😭 sorry it took me so long to get round to it @naniya27 I hope you’ll like it x
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It occurs to Wen Kexing, very belatedly and over a bowl of half-congealed lek tau suan pockmarked with soggy youtiao, that friends shouldn’t be thinking that their best friend’s lips looked terribly kissable, and oh, wouldn’t it be nice to be the one to kiss it?
Do people think about kissing their best friends? Lao Wen can’t imagine otherwise. Who wouldn’t want to kiss the person who makes you smile and feel the safest with.
The immediate thought of how Ah Xu’s lips would feel against his own takes root. Unfurls it’s threading veins in the foundations of his imaginations and sprouts in his mind. If they kissed now, maybe he could taste the sweet flavourings of the shaved ice desert they’d ordered. Red bean and syrup. Would it taste just like the desert or would the taste be changed with a tinge of Ah Xu?
Ah Xu would have soft lips. Lao Wen has seen the chapsticks he keeps in his bags and, and—
“You ok?”
Lao Wen smiles. A reaction that comes all too quickly to him when it is about Ah Xu. “Just thinking.”
“Thinking about what?”
His gaze flickers down to where Ah Xu’s lips shape around a fresh spoonful of shaved ice and toppings. The tinge of pink as they part to gather in every lick and bite of sweetness, curving in sunny satisfaction and the tiniest hint of a tongue peeking out. Lao Wen is spellbound by it, heart pounding and mind racing so fast that he barely registers the words coming out of him until they have occupied the space between them.
“I’m thinking about kissing you.”
Ah Xu’s eyes go wide as saucers. “That…”
“Can I?” Lao Wen asks before his rationality can think better if it. He reaches out and takes Ah Xu by the wrists. “I really want to.”
Ah Xu gawps for a bit more, turning away with a blush that colours him all the way down his neck. “You just want a kiss?” Ah Xu asks.
Lao Wen nods vigorously, pushing away the bowls of forgotten treats, leaning forward and closing the gap between them. “Just a kiss.”
Ah Xu tilts his face, jutting out his chin, petal soft lips going into an almost pout as Lao Wen arches in the rest of the way.
Later in life, when pressed, Lao Wen will wax on lyrically about how that first kiss of theirs was electrifying and how he felt it in his soul that this was the moment he knew they were gonna be together forever. Ah Xu, however, would use the word ‘moist’ to delicately describe the first, and definitely not last, brush of their lips together.
But that is a story for another day.
Hi! Prompt based on Naniya27 art. What if Xie er grew up together with wkx and gx in ghost valley? His reaction on meeting ZZS as brother in law to be. Thanks
I guess people picked up on how eggs over easy I am for writing ficlets and drabbles based on @naniya27 ‘s art 😂 But in the future, I would kindly like to request that people who have similar prompts add a link to which art piece they are referring to. Like this, I still have something to work with. Thanks 🙏🏼
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Ah Xiang twists her arm away the moment Xie-ge reaches for her. Glaring, she sticks her tongue out at him, only for the pale faced beauty to tsk and grip her wrist.
“Who is that man with Master? Why is he here? How did you guys meet? What is he doing here? What happened—“
“Aiyah, aiyah! Xie-ge, my brain is about to burst with your questions!” Ah Xiang whines. Pointing her finger at the shore where Master, the stranger and the child travelling with him are gathered around a fire, she explains before he can interject. “That is Master’s new toy, Zhou Xu. He is some sick dude the Master keeps insisting that is some peerless beauty. That kid is from the Mirror Lake Sect. Yeah, that same one that Master went to check out.”
“So,” Xie-ge frowns, cocking his head. “He’s not...”
“Not?” Ah Xiang parrots, before realisation dawns on her. Pulling her wrist out of his hold, she delivers two decisive slaps to his upper arm while he hisses at the pain and tries to shy away. “It would be better if he could just sleep with this Sick Dude and get it over with but Master keeps insisting on sticking with him and seeing the kid to safety! I don’t know why but I think Master has some special interest in this guy.”
Xie-ge doesn’t reply and one look at his face tells Ah Xiang all she needs to know. He’s got that ‘I’m going to break them up’ glint in his eyes that she is all too familiar with. Growing up, it had been Master, Xie-ge and herself in the Ghost Valley, and Master had been Father and Mother and Brother to them both. Naturally, now that they were older, this familial affection they share has leant itself to several occasions where parties invested in the Master’s attentions had found themselves scared into leaving the entire region.
Grumbling quietly to herself, she mentally prepares herself for trouble.
