#Wen Kexing: oh my ah-xu looks so cute!

[siilverwiitch]

This is my offering to the Word of honour fandom (he lost a bet to Wen Kexing)

Zhou Zishu/Zhou Xu and technically also Zheng Zhehan with poorly drawn cat ears (and a tail)

[bluebellebarrett]

A Little Moment

(Okay, so, time travel!AUs are one of my favourite things, and the idea of tiny little Zhen Yan and Zhou Zishu is also one of my favourite things, and so I’ve put them together in this short little...thing. Enjoy?)

“Yan’er!”

Zhen Yan huffed, wiping at his eyes, determined to ignore his shixiong’s calling. It would take even Zhou Zishu a while to find him out here, hidden in the woods outside of town, and Zhen Yan was sure he could stop himself from crying by the time Zishu tracked him down. He hadn’t meant to overhear his parents talking to Qin Huizhang, but he had. And even if he wasn’t sure, exactly, what all the words they’d used meant, he knew enough for the truth to reveal itself to him. His father would never get better. Even with all Mama’s talents, there was only so much she could do.

Zhen Yan sniffled a little and wiped his sleeves a little more furiously over his eyes. He had to stop crying. He wasn’t sure he could bear it, if his shixiong saw him crying again.

“Are you alright, little one?”

Zhen Yan startled. The man had materialized out of the woods without a sound, and even with the concerned wrinkle between his eyebrows, Zhen Yan could tell that he was dangerous. There was a cold sort of edge to the air around the man, a power that sparked in the air, dancing around the mystery man and his wide blue sleeves.

“Who are you?” Zhen Yan demanded instead, turning to fully face the man with a frown. The man smiled at him, crouching down in a flurry of white and blue robes.

“Zhen Yan, don’t cry,” the man murmured instead, reaching out a hand to pat him on the head. His voice is soft, and his face is kind, and Zhen Yan can feel the tears welling up in his eyes again. Oh no. The man has become blurry, the details fading together behind the wall of tears. Zhen Yan sniffled a little, rubbing his sleeve over his face.

“Don’t cry, little one,” the man repeated, pulling Zhen Yan into a hug, which didn’t help at all. It was all too much, his father’s wounds and his mother’s fear and Zhou Zishu’s concern and now, now a stranger being too kind to him. It was too much, and Zhen Yan burst into true sobs, throwing his arms around the man’s neck and burying his face in his shoulder.

“A-Xu,” came another voice, distantly registered above the sound of Zhen Yan’s own sobs. Zhen Yan peeked over the man’s shoulder, tensing a little. This new man was very tall, and his hair was white as snow in the fading sunlight. The new man’s eyes widened a little when he met Zhen Yan’s gaze.

“A-Xu, you’ve made a new friend?” the new man said, addressing the man in blue, who Zhen Yan was still clinging to. A-Xu, the man, hummed in response, his hand on the back of Zhen Yan’s head.

“Sorry for running off, Lao Wen,” he murmured, his voice rumbling in his chest. He moves to stand, and Zhen Yan finds himself clinging tighter to his shoulders. A-Xu smiled at him, and lifted him up as he stood, effortlessly, despite Mama telling Zhen Yan he was too heavy to be picked up anymore.

“I suppose I can forgive you,” the man with the silver hair, Lao Wen, replied, his eyes still fixed on Zhen Yan’s face.

“Let him go!”

Zhen Yan perked up, twisting in A-Xu’s arms. Zhou Zishu had found him at last, wielding a practice sword like it was a real one, his face twisted up with fury. “Let my shidi go!” he repeated, brandishing his makeshift weapon at the two men.

“Ah, A-Xu,” Lao Wen sighed, a smile pulling at the edge of his mouth. “I had forgotten.”

A-Xu rolled his eyes and snorted. “Are you ready to be let down, Zhen Yan?” he murmured, wiping under Zhen Yan’s eyes with his soft blue sleeve.

Zhen Yan nodded, ducking his head in embarrassment. He had not only cried, he’d cried all over this man’s robes, a total stranger! But A-Xu didn’t seem angry with him, only soft and gentle.

“Go back with your shixiong,” A-Xu murmured, but he made no move to let Zhen Yan down. In fact, his hands tightened a little instead.

“Let him go,” Zhou Zishu demanded, annoyed with being ignored. “Zhen Yan is my shidi, and we need to go home. We’re expected.” He waggled his practice sword to emphasize his point.

“My, my,” Lao Wen laughed, “How ferocious you are, child. A-Xu, we’d better let your little friend go, lest we face severe consequences.”

Zhou Zishu glowered up at Lao Wen, his mouth threatening to pull down into a pout.

“Don’t worry, shixiong,” Zhen Yan piped up, “They’re nice.”

“That’s not the point, Yan’er,” Zhou Zishu huffed, “Shifu will worry if we aren’t home for dinner, and I’m sure your mama will too, don’t you think?”

Zhen Yan nodded, agreeing with his shixiong’s logic. “Can you let me down, shushu?” he asked A-Xu. A-Xu blinked his soft eyes at Zhen Yan, his mouth opening a little in surprise.

“Let him go, A-Xu,” Lao Wen murmured, his face changing in a way that Zhen Yan didn’t understand. It made him look distant, like the moon. But A-Xu looked at his companion with those soft eyes and nodded. He bent and set Zhen Yan down.

Almost before his feet were fully on the ground, Zhou Zishu was rushing over to check he was alright.

“I’m fine, shixiong,” he promised, but Zhou Zishu only frowned at him and grabbed his face, tilting it this way and that so he could get a good look.

“You were crying again, Yan’er,” he sighed, a sad look overtaking his frown.

“Sorry, I’m sorry,” Zhen Yan mumbled, looking down and trying to pull away from his shixiong’s grip.

“Don’t be sorry,” Zhou Zishu scolded, “I know...I know it’s hard for you.”

Zhen Yan blinked up at his shixiong, who was rubbing the back of his neck and looking a little embarrassed himself.

“Don’t be sorry for being sad, Yan’er,” he continued. Zhen Yan couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Whatever shixiong says,” he chirped. Zhou Zishu rolled his eyes and huffed.

“We do need to go,” he pressed, “Shifu will be worried.”

“I want to say goodbye to…” Zhen Yan trailed off as he realized they were alone in the little clearing. “Oh.”

“They must have left,” Zhou Zishu said, crossing his arms. “How rude.”

“Don’t be annoyed, shixiong,” Zhen Yan said, tugging Zhou Zishu’s arms free so he could grab his hand. “Let’s go home.”

Zhou Zishu glanced down at their clasped hands and nodded.

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From their perch in the trees, Wen Kexing rested his head against Zhou Zishu’s shoulder.

“You were so cute,” he teased, “I’d forgotten how serious you were.”

Zhou Zishu huffed. “You’re one to talk,” he snapped back, “Tiny Zhen Yan was…” he trailed off a little, a misty cast taking over his eyes. Lao Wen grabbed his hand and squeezed it tight.

“Don’t worry about Zhen Yan, A-Xu,” he murmured, “We’ll be there to save them, this time.”

Zhou Zishu hummed, turning to kiss the top of Lao Wen’s head. Wen Kexing squeezed his hand a little tighter in response.

[randomingoftherandomness]

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.

[kexing]

OH MY GOD you wrote a whole mini fanfic. Thank you for indulging me, that was so cute! 😍

I also imagined how grandpa Ye was so accidentally nearby and looked into their estate that day. The children saw him first and asked him very much not to say anything. He grumbled of course but somehow agreed. And when he fnally saw them he said something like oh you are so cute (in very sarcastic way). And Wkx answered him thank you.. (in very dreamy day). But then of course he woke up and they got into a verbal altercation. Which Zhou Zishu finished very simply: he wrapped his arms around wkx's waist tighter and buried his nose between wkx's shoulder blades.

Then Wen Kexing instantly fell silent because he realized that there would be no fights today. if Ah Xu stops hugging him then well he will probably die so this is undesirable. And so they went under the tree

alskskkdks sorry i got carried away!! i’m glad liked it tho <3

omg awww wkx stopping himself from fighting with yby because he doesn’t want zzs to let go of him is so 🥺🥺🥺

and then zzs starts doing that every time wkx gets angry or looks like he’s about to fight someone. zzs says nothing, he just wraps his arms around wkx and wkx is like “y’all are lucky my priority in life is being held by ah-xu 😡😤😌” and it always works aldjskdk