#it was in my wenzhou file first :)

[itsza]

(+ meet beat cute?)

Word of Honor as textposts part 5/??

[curiosity-killed]

wip ask meme

tagged by @veliseraptor!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs

normally i weed this down so it's just wips i'm actually working on/tentatively plan to finish someday/am okay with sharing but this time, i think it's a little funny to dump out the contents of my ~13 wip folders

he xuan and hua cheng bros (tgcf)

hualian makeup (tgcf)

tgcf twt au (tgcf)

altair and al mualim (ac)

altmal 6 below au (ac)

altmal kiss (ac)

altmal modern au (ac)

altmal modern soulmates (ac)

altmal modern swimg (ac)

altmal sex talk (ac)

altmal sparring (ac)

altmal time travel (ac)

convict altair plus future part_OLD (ac)

dragon ALTY (ac)

21st century aliens (mcu)

a small clock seen faintly (mcu)

ascsf (mcu)

before we go au (mcu)

cacw rewrite script (mcu)

counterweight (mcu)

ghostybucky (mcu)

post-AOU fic (mcu)

ragnarok vahing verse (mcu)

this too ch4 (mcu)

tonybucky fix-it cacw (mcu)

vahingonilo sequel (mcu)

white collar au (mcu)

t'challasam (mcu)

a thousand branches (mdzs)

burial mounds pov (mdzs)

copy of lwj thread fic (mdzs)

hua cheng bro (tgcf)

hualian dance au (tgcf)

lwj thread fic (mdzs)

lxc wwx post-whipstitch (mdzs)

sixteen stitches (mdzs)

sizhui bow verse (mdzs)

wangji find me (mdzs)

wenzhou fix-it (woh)

wulian au (tgcf)

wwx as madam yu protege (mdzs)

yunmeng jiang everyone dies (mdzs)

scorpion grass (original fic)

bflf mer au (tgcf)

hualian pygmalion — holy and real (tgcf)

huaqing gay chicken (tgcf)

xianle trio reunion (tgcf)

20200518_Family feels (mdzs)

bodyswap (mdzs)

jc perspective (mdzs)

jin ling wwx empathy (mdzs)

knives for JC (mdzs)

yunmeng bro reunion (mdzs)

adashi s6 (voltron)

ballet au nutcracker (voltron

NSFW captive shance au (voltron)

shallura ballet au_02 (voltron)

shallura crying (voltron)

shiro as death god (voltron)

shiro s6 (voltron)

superhero AU (voltron)

thermocline (voltron)

atla_light dancer (atla)

dreamwalker (the sandman)

hualian idev LMAO (tgcf)

20190429_sotiris and nadia (original fic)

20230528_nadia and sotiris (original fic)

crown of string (original fic)

gemini script (original fic)

overworld script (original fic)

pi & veria (original fic)

tyringay (original fic)

sphinxes (original fic)

untitled document (original fic)

20231130_Consolidated draft01 (original fic)

20190918_Soko family (original fic)

20191222_Sirion blues (original fic)

20200131_Sirion and Jaris (original fic)

20200131_Sirion and Jisel evolution (original fic)

20200217_Jemma letter (original fic)

20200421_Calsir first fight (original fic)

20210414_High fantasy AU (original fic)

20210516_Malia and Rassler (original fic)

20190902_Taelen FW (original fic)

20210908_Valyn POV (original fic)

20223405_Calsir third (original fic)

20230131_Calsir nudity talk (original fic)

20230603_Rafia POV (original fic)

i will not be tagging 88 folks but! an attempt: @lemeute @givemeunicorns @mikkeneko @monroeknoxwrites @crimsonrainseekingflower @lumiink @difeisheng @demenior @aurumdalseni @pengiesama @iamwestiec @saawek @pumpkinpaix @cleromancy @boomchickfanfiction @neuxue

[fourseasonsfigs]

Snowy New Year Wenzhou

It's the height of summer here in the US, so posting about these two relaxing in the snow is a nice cool diversion!

These two are in their beautiful fur-edged winter robes (with apologies and admiration to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan for filming in these insanely hot robes during their summer!) from episodes 28 and 29.

We only actually see Lao Wen wearing his marvelous fur collared outer robe in episode 28, since he takes it off to cook, and never puts it back on again. That outer robe is too pretty to not have longer screentime, so happy it is here in fig form!

These two cuties safely snoozed their way across the ocean to me in their protective polystyrene boxes.

They arrived with a bonus hot water bottle. This is too cute and definitely on point for when the winter comes! Lao Wen's hairpin was enclosed separately to keep it from getting broken, which I appreciate.

Here's the hairpin just by itself. You can see the hole there in Lao Wen's top loop of hair.

They look just as happy as can be!

This artist is extremely popular, and there's recently been a ton of figs released with her designs. I've just had the first sets delivered to my warehouse now, but you'll be seeing a LOT of these in the future posts. It's a fat body style, but it's her own unique style. I've seen these generally referred to as chonks, or chonkers, which is what I call them. The style has been insanely popular in China - the majority of the figs in this style sold out instantly, and I was only able to grab them by literally counting down the seconds until release, and then checking out as fast as I possibly could. A lot of these were released at 16:40, or 17:00 China Standard Time, which is painfully middle of the night Pacific Standard Time. But it was worth (many) interrupted nights of sleep!

This particular fig maker provides overseas links for folks, so no tense countdowns on Weidian or lost sleep on her sets, thankfully. There are at least two fig makers I know that only specialize in the chonk style, and one of them (of course with some incredible designs) is restricted to friends and family only.

These are, as the name might suggest, very solid figs! They do not need fig stands in the slightest, as they sit just fine. The slight train on their outfits also help keep them solidly upright. These figs aren't going anywhere.

Lao Wen's hairpin did not slide quite far enough through the hole provided through his loop of hair. I could definitely fix this with some judicious filing down on the hairpin, but I'll need to work up the nerve to adjust it first. Once I start filing, I'll file off some of the white paint, so I'd have to be very careful to not mess it up!

You can see here how long Lao Wen's hairpin is on this end though! Part of it is the angle, and part is just that it's too long. I will say their hair is looking super, super cute here. It's a bit shorter than we often see it because they're sitting, but it's adorable.

I can really see why this style is so popular - the slightly more rounded, childlike aspects are really adorable. Look at their cute hands!

I like this set very much - we have them dusted with snow, and sitting resting like they just ate way too much delicious food. It's ok to have a bit of snow pile up on you when you're so full and warmly dressed!

And we're back around! I switched up their places for a little extra bit of comparison. Their little mouths are so cute!

You can see here why they're so stable. Not only do we have their longer trains on their robes, we have the wide flat base, and then their feet!

Ah, the hairpin. I'll have to give it a go.

It actually went a little further in than this - this picture was taken when I was being excruciatingly careful not to break the hairpin. I was able to use a little more force to get it to slide in a tiny bit more.

I'll do a little hairpin modification and report back!

Material: Resin

Fig Count: 448

Scene Count: 30

Rating: Pure contentment!

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[lynne-monstr]

Lynne i just saw a spoiler where I’m absolutely GUTTED because they!!! Just!!! Want!!! A happy!! Ending!!!! And they’ll go through eternal torture just to have that smile in their life again and!!!!

Can i please have friendship headcanons for blue rain (within the team or with other teams)? I need something happy or im going to drown in sad tears ;;

it's taken me so long to get to this because my life is a mess but here we are with blue rain team friendship headcanons!

blue rain strategy board game nights usually end up with the entire team banding together to try and defeat yu wenzhou. it's absolute chaos and yu wenzhou is so proud of them when they win

huang shaotian sneaks into yu wenzhou's notebook collection and doodles silly things in the margins. best captain! tacticians do it between the (paper) sheets! may the biggest brain win!!

during song xiao's first year at blue rain he befriended a stray cat. the next week was the season 5 playoffs and he played the best game since his debut. for years, zheng xuan called it song xiao's "good luck pussy" and it wasn't for several years that blue rain discovered song xiao did not actually have a girlfriend. it was the cat.

xu jingxi has a pro player healers group chat where they exchange tips and trash talk and complain about not being appreciated as much as their flashier teammates. huang shaotian catches wind of that last part and insists on carrying xu jingxi around on his back all day to show his appreciation. no one is sure whether he is being sincere or roasting xu jingxi but everyone has a great time that day

huang shaotian isn't just doodling in yu wenzhou's old notebooks. he's secretly scanning them into digital format. the day after the season 8 finale, in order to cheer yu wenzhou up, he gives him the digital file of all the notes and tactics he's been compiling for years.

sometimes lu hanwen asks for help with homework when he doesn't need it because he likes spending time with his teammates. only yu wenzhou has figured it out but he always says yes.

[moondal514]

WIP Ask Game

Tagged by @jaywalkers

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and tag as many people as you have wips!

Oh boy here we go:

AFTG:

The Wind Is Changing

Ballet au

Hunger Games au

The Half-Korean!Renee Cinematic Universe

twinyards au

Demi pondering

High school au

Self-indulgence

EC ideas

BGT

YOI

PH

First 15 Lives of Harry August au

D:M

Homewrecker Legally Blonde Court

RWRB

Renison Fleabag au

Dan Wilds love letter

Future Kevin

Orchestra au

Post-Baltimore Kandrew

BBC Merlin:

Trojan War au

The Invisible Tomorrow (Take 2)

Word of Honor:

WenZhou Hadestown

MXTX novels:

MXTX GM

MXTX crossover

fem!wangxian

Nie Huaisang character study

Lan Yuan’s dad’s got it going on

Qin Su dark soulmate au

Bingqui Dave au

Lol these are only the WIPs I’ve worked on in the past year. If we really did every WIP in my WIP folder…this post would be a lot longer lol. Anyways, yeah I’ve got so many here I’m not gonna tag anyone but if you see this and want to do this game then feel free to say you were tagged by me <3

[kholran]

Tag 9 people you want to get to know better

tagged by @lasenbyphoenix Thank you!

Three Ships: Zhang Rishan/Liu Sang (DMBJ) because I’m still living on this little houseboat of mine.

WenZhou  (Word of Honour) The epitome of unhealthy codependency. Which of course means I’m obsessed with it.

Weilan (Guardian) My forever ship. I love them.

Honourable mention to Xunfeng/Changheng (Love Between Fairy and Devil) A rarepair crackship that came to me out of nowhere one night. Starts as drunken commiserating over losing their bros. Turns into a rather unhealthy Thing that neither of them really wanted but can’t give up once it starts. It’s complicated. Don’t ask.

First Ever Ship: Mulder/Scully (The X-Files) before tiny baby me even really knew what shipping was. I just knew I wanted them to be together and I have never, in 20+ years, forgiven that damn bee for ruining the moment.

Last Song: Longing (念) from the Love Before Fairy and Devil OST

Last Movie: The Yin Yang Master movie with William Chan. I didn’t like it as much as Dream of Eternity but it was entertaining and that version of Qingming was pretty.

Currently Reading: I’ve been “currently reading” one of the Outlander books for like four years now. Mostly I just read fic, when I’m not busy writing my own.

Currently Watching: Rewatching The Long Ballad. I am loving it just as much the second time as I did the first. Forbidden Love will be next up on the watch list, I think.

Currently Consuming: The home-made sugar cookies my mom and I just finished baking. Made from my grandma’s recipe. Best cookies in the world.

Currently Craving: A vacation and a winning lottery ticket, not necessarily in that order.

My cats are yelling at me because it’s dinner time so I’ll just blanket tag whoever wants to do this. Consider yourself tagged!

[jiaoliqiao]

it’s been some time since i’ve sat down and made one of those rambly gif making posts but i really wanted to redo this wenzhou x federico garcía lorca edit i posted over a year ago and figured it’s the perfect occasion to explain some of my thoughts.

lots of images again so more behind the cut!

wenzhou x federico garcía lorca was one of the first more complicated edits i posted on this blog and i’ve been thinking about remaking it for a while now.

i still like the quote and the shots i picked match it quite well imo. the red and blue split is also a nice idea and i definitely want to recreate it for the new version. i do feel like i could play around more with the imagery and add some thorns (maybe roses) to make it a bit more interesting visually. also that coloring is awful girl what were you thinking!!! 😡

anyway now that i have some kind of plan for once i’m going to look for resources i can use and see what kinda of layout i can create from there.

as usual shutterstock has exactly what i have in mind but i don’t feel like spending money for blorboposting so i need to find a free alternative.

couldn’t find anything for free that i liked as usual so i dug out part of an ornament wreath i already had saved in my files and i’m now painting thorns by myself! see you in 20 years when i’m done with this ✌

finished the rough idea for the layout of the first gif so now i can start and try to add the gifs to it and see if it actually works or not

my original idea was to use vines to create a split in the middle but after messing around i really didn’t like how it looked, so i’ll use the vine to connect it to the next gif instead

redid the vine because i didn’t like how it looked + added typography

first gif is done for now!! i’ll start working on the next one and then tweak it again if needed

i wanted to try to use a mask for the second gif to make it different from the first one but i don’t think i can make this work how i envisioned it so i’m ditching it 😞

next attempt is blending, though i’m not 100% on it either i like it more than the mask

i didn’t like the flickering the blending was causing in wkx’ skintone so i went back to my trusty old ripped paper texture and now you can actually tell what’s going on in both gifs. i think the quote + the blurry zzs gif work quite well together

for the last gif of the set i kept it relatively simple the first time around and i wanted to do the same here - but i decided to also include the second part of the quote and add a glitchy effect. also slapped a rose on there purely for it to match the others LOL

i did some small changes to the other gifs to make it more cohesive and then i was done. here is the finished result! i don’t know if i’ve succeeded in making it better than last time, but there’s definitely more going on now 😂

[specialability]

Dune AU

I rewatched Dune (2021) and then was thinking about my WenZhou Dune AU. I still think the concept is excellent. Zhou Zishu as the Face Dancer, doomed to die from genetic engineering. Wen Kexing as the ruthless Sarkaudar, seeking revenge on the Emperor. It really fits their characters in so many ways.

I dug up the old files from Jan 1 2022 and turns out I wrote about 4000 words of this before giving up on turning it into something coherent. There is even a bit of porn. So as a New Year's present (?) I'll do a little bit of tidying (put the sections in chronological order) and then post it, even though it is very alpha rough draft. Probably in a few days, maybe not exactly on the new year.

I think a lot of my reluctance to fleshing it out is that I don't want to explain all the deep Dune lore and what I extrapolated from it (I seriously looked up shit like what Sarkaudar uniforms are described as in the books), but I also don't want it to be total gibberish if you don't know anything about Dune. Is it just me in the middle of the Venn diagram between Dune fans & TYK fans? Is anyone else out there??

Excerpt:

Wen Kexing remembers having parents. He takes the memories out and polishes them into stories so he doesn't forget. The House Corrino killed his parents. He serves the Emperor Corrino. Sometimes the contradiction threatens to split his head apart. But he endures. He will become a perfect, ruthless, unimpeachable Sardaukar and someday his knife will be within reach of the Emperor's throat. Another emperor will follow. He knows this like he knows the weight of his shortsword. But still – the chaos will be something to see.

[...]

Zhou Zishu does not remember how many faces he has worn in the 30-odd years since he was decanted from the axolotl tank. Zhou Zishu is not his name and the face he is wearing now isn't either. He doesn't remember the original shape of his face. Zhou Zishu is just the last person he replaced and the one he has been the longest. He used to remind himself of this whenever he caught himself thinking of Zhou Zishu's past in the first person. He wasn't there, for that idyllic childhood in the martial Qin household. No, he had only arrived when Zhou Zishu was fifteen and suddenly a Lord after his adoptive father died. That was when he was killed and replaced to better infiltrate the highest echelon of the Imperium for the Tleilaxu.

[cellamare]

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[a-darling-thing]

Thanks to @honeybeelullaby for the tag:

Three ships - Wenzhou (Word of Honor), Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Severus Snape/Regulus Black (Harry Potter)

First ever ship - Anne/Gilbert from Anne of Green Gables. But like my first ship that I was fannish about in a group and online was the mother ship Scully/Mulder (The X-Files)

Last song - Criminal - Taemin

Last film - The Ghost and Mrs. Muir (1947)

Currently reading - The Electricity of Every Living Thing - Katherine May, The Body Keeps the Score - Bessel van der Kolk, Looking Through the Eyes of Trauma and Dissociation - Sandra Paulson, PH.D., Masterful - Logospilgrim

Currently watching - Our Flag Means Death, Arcane

Currently consuming - Coffee and yoghurt

Currently craving - Nothing

I tag anyone who wants to do it. as I'm not sure who's done it already.

[cuterocks]

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[fourseasonsfigs]

Foot Bath

Here we have a set with fandom details to spare.

First, the overall inspiration for the foot bath figs is based on Gong Jun's weibo post last November (11-6-2021), where he takes a picture of him watching his team EDG in League of Legends and doing a hot herbal foot soak.

The (machine translated) caption reads, "The only regret is that the basin is too small (it doesn't matter, EDG will give it to me!!!)"

An herbal foot bath in early winter sounds delightful right now, honestly!

Next, we have Gong Jun wearing his black silk French Bulldog pajamas. These pajamas showed up in this memorable clip from his appearance on Go Fighting (season 7):

These are from his endorsed brand Beast, and these are from their "Naked Beast" pajama collection.

Side note - all of Beast's pajamas look incredible. I've had this set sitting in my cart for some time now.

Beast also sold the white silk cat pajamas that Zhehan is wearing in this fig set, but I don't see them right now in Beast's shop.

Zhehan's modest little clasp there of his lapels is directly from the SHL filming BTS, where he is doing the same to his A-Xu inner robe collars.

Mister Man Himself, looking pretty flirty!

May I point out it's not as if his robes were actually gaping wide open or anything.

The little blush is so cute on their cheeks!

You can see a little tiny bit of where I put a little too much museum putty under their tush to keep them stuck to their chairs. They do not sit up otherwise, but topple right over.

I always laugh when you can clearly tell who is who from behind. Not all fig makers do this, but most of them! Also love the continued height difference, although since most of Junjun's height is in his legs, I'm not sure there's actually this much difference sitting down. But who cares, I like it better this way anyway!

Here's all the pieces individually. The depressions in the chairs fit very well, but the figs are just too big and heavy for the light little chairs to hold them. The chairs would have to be a lot bigger and more substantial (like armchairs) to hold them without sticky support.

Shot from above so you can see the foot bathing action!

Sadly, the foot bath is not interchangeable. Junjun was right, the oak container is just too small! Hanhan's little feet are spread too wide to both fit into the tub. I can only fit one of his feet in it.

There was a badge pin extra which you could buy, which I did. I forgot the early bird purchasers got one for free! I don't use pins myself, so I put a magnet on the back and stick it on my file cabinet along with the rest of my Wenzhou/Junzhe magnets.

A close up of the cute badges. They're nice quality. I'm saving all my extras for the giveaways I'm going to do when I hit some milestone posts.

The very domestic househusbands looking box cards!

Material: PVC

Fig Count: 98

Diorama Count: 7

Snowglobe Count: 1

Rating: Warm and cozy

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[lynne-monstr]

@undead-robins replied to your post “@joatamon replied to your post “@afincf-tirwer replied to your post...”

Of course, after this, hst is coming round more often, sometimes to bring groceries, sometimes to tell him about an important piece of gossip he just found out about one of the other pro players, sometimes just to say hi. The first time ywz finds him sitting on the doorstep in the rain, he gets a second key cut 'just for emergencies' but hst is pretty sure that taking in the ice cream before it melts qualifies as an emergency. 

It takes about 6 months, but ywz finally realises that hst has pretty much moved in with him, and tells him to pack up the rest of his own apartment and make it formal. It's only practical, after all - why have two sets of rent to pay. Neither of them mention that there's only one bedroom and only one bed.

yu wenzhou almost doesn’t recognize him at first. 

a gust of wind mangles his umbrella and he lowers it with a resigned sigh. by the time he makes it to the end of the street, his hair is dripping into his eyes and down the back of his neck. he can barely see past the scattering of droplets on his glasses. 

all he wants to do is get inside and get dry and put this day behind him. 

at least he’s not as bad off as the huddled lump in a bright green windbreaker crouched miserably under the too-narrow ledge of his apartment building. the awning blocks some of the rain but doesn’t shield the unfortunate stranger from being drenched from head to toe. he walks past and catches a glimpse of messy dyed hair beneath the windbreaker’s hood. 

the familiar color teases a smile at the edges of his mouth. no matter where he goes, something always manages to remind him of huang shaotian. 

they’ve seen a lot more of each other these past couple months. more than he ever intended when they agreed to the idea of a cooling off period. in the end, it barely lasted three months before his new life was upended with a knock on his door and an armful of groceries. they’ve been texting almost nonstop ever since. 

part of him wonders if he’s doing the right thing, allowing their lives to become so entwined again so quickly. it’s mostly drowned out by a warm fluttering in his chest every time the phone in his pocket vibrates with another message. 

his phone has been suspiciously silent all afternoon. 

probably busy with work, yu wenzhou figures. for all his multitasking ability, huang shaotian has a tendency to get swept up in new projects and new ideas, riding the high of his own excitement and forgetting he no longer lives in a building where people he knows can physically pull him away from his computer. it means he occasionally falls down a black hole and only emerges when yu wenzhou knocks on his door with groceries for dinner and movie recommendations. 

he files away a mental note to call huang shaotian later, just to check that everything’s alright.

the human-shaped lump under the ledge rustles and shifts as he fits the key into the lock. he pauses, hoping he isn’t about to get mugged in front of his own apartment building. how embarrassing.

he meets the eyes of the stranger on the ground and nearly drops his keys. 

“shaotian?” blinking away the water in his eyelashes, yu wenzhou squints through the mess of his glasses. it doesn’t change the sight before him.

huang shaotian is sitting on the ground, soaked to the bone yet still smiling. his eyes shine, a stark contrast to the dreary gray curtain of the world around them. yu wenzhou bends over without conscious thought, shielding him from the rain with his body.

“captain.. no wait, sorry, i mean—” just as quickly, the brightness of his expression shutters shut. “wenzhou.” 

the edges of his grin turn strained and yu wenzhou’s knuckles clench around his housekeys. it’s a jarring reminder that yu wenzhou isn’t his captain anymore and the days when huang shaotian could stroll uninhibited into his room are over. 

not even the deafening rain can drown out the surge of melancholy the thought brings.

luckily, huang shaotian is a force of nature all on his own. “wenzhou, wenzhou, i thought I was going to drown waiting for you. what took you so long to come home?” he gestures to the large, reusable tote bag tucked behind him, more shielded from the weather than he himself is. “i was bringing groceries. do you remember the fish you liked so much last time? they had it again and so i bought double. halfway here it started to rain and i guess no one wants to go out in this weather because no one came into the building to follow inside and i’d gone too far to turn back and...”

yu wenzhou lets the words roll over him like the steady crashing of waves against the shore, reliable and constant. he hustles them both into the lobby of his building.

“why didn’t you call? are you trying to get yourself sick?” he finally asks when huang shaotian takes a rare pause for air. out of sheer habit, he tilts his head in the way the used to indicate an upcoming reprimand.

huang shaotian nearly squeaks in his rush to answer, and yu wenzhou has to bite back a laugh. "my phone battery died. stupid thing, I knew I should have bought one of those spare battery chargers. but it’s okay i knew you’d come eventually.”

he’s still talking when they enter the elevator and finally the apartment, and he hasn’t lost steam by the time yu wenzhou ushers him into the bathroom to dry off and change clothes. by the time he’s fetched a spare pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for them both, he realizes with a start that the tension in his shoulders has lifted. he feels lighter. happier.

there isn’t a second bathroom and so he contents himself with dry clothes and a towel rubbed over his wet hair until it’s no longer dripping. once that’s sorted, he starts unpacking the hoard of groceries. the recipe he’ll need to use is taking shape in his mind with each new item he unveils.

rain batters the windows in a sharp staccato rhythm as he takes down pots and pans from their various shelves. soon after, it’s joined by the low hiss of the shower running. 

cooking isn’t enough to fully occupy his thoughts and his mind starts to drift. 

he doesn’t have a dormitory room in blue rain anymore. those days are over and they can never go back. he does, however, have an apartment. huang shaotian will have to make due with barging into that instead. 

as he works, he mentally crosses off ‘call huang shaotian to check in’ and replaces it with a note about spare keys.

[ryukoishida]

Quan Zhi Gao Shou Fic: In which rebel!Shaotian and goody-two-shoes!Wenzhou meet and fall in love. [High School AU]

Title: I Cause Trouble, not Romance Fandom: The King’s Avatar / Quan Zhi Gao Shou Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yu/Huang (Wenzhou/Shaotian) Summary: Five times rebel Shaotian stirs up trouble for goody-two shoes Wenzhou and one time Shaotian catches Wenzhou breaking a school rule. Rating: T A/N: It’s only so long before I can hold myself back from writing high school AU Yu/Huang… so here we are! Based on ideas from this list. May I also recommend listening to Matthew P.’s “Take a Chance” in the background while reading this? It’s weirdly fitting.

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i.

Huang Shaotian has a reputation.

He’s the school’s infamous loud-mouthed rebel and troublemaker. Students fear him, respect him, or outright avoid him; teachers are helplessly frustrated when handling him; and punks from other nearby schools, not knowing any better, challenge him only to regret their decisions soon after. Known for his bleached blond hair, piercings, messy uniform, and a dangerous yet self-assured smirk as he brings down students physically bigger and tougher than himself, sixteen-year-old Huang Shaotian is an existence that’s impossible to ignore, a typhoon that’s surely to bring destruction and chaos upon the path he walks.

Yu Wenzhou also has a reputation.  

He’s the responsible class president, a diligent straight-A student, and an all-around helpful and polite young man — simply put, he’s an exemplary student for his fellow classmates. Students admire him or outright have minor crushes on him; teachers adore him; and even the punks in the school know better than to pick on him. Known for his composed intelligence, his gentle smile, and kind manners, Yu Wenzhou blends in well within the teenage adrenaline and hormone-infested campus; he’s a tranquil lake that brings peace of mind and harmony to those who are close to him.    

There should be no reason for these two to cross paths, until one fateful morning — the sky a flat grey and the air heavy with precipitation — a drenched Huang Shaotian brings an equally drenched kitten to school, and Yu Wenzhou, who arrives at school a little later than usual due to the weather, witnesses the tender way with which the school rebel murmurs comfort to the tiny feline.

“There, there little guy, let me dry you off, okay? What kind of asshole would throw out such a cutie like you, huh? Shame on them, I say…” Shaotian mutters while lightly wiping the orange-white tabby with a handkerchief, its fur matted with mud and dirt.

Wenzhou freezes at the strange sight and quickly slips behind one of the pillars a few paces away, unaware of the water droplets from his umbrella that are soaking the cuffs of his pants. He’s not sure why he’s hiding, but his heart is thudding hard against his chest like he’s done something guilty, like he’s just seen something he shouldn’t have.

Cautiously, he peeks out from behind the pillar again after a few seconds.

Shaotian is still softly whispering to the kitten, his golden irises focused and bright; even towards a cat, he can’t seem to shut up, and Wenzhou finds that the corner of his lips is curling up before he manages to catch himself.

“Oi! Huang Shaotian, there you are!” a rough male voice interrupts Wenzhou’s trance. “Didn’t you get my message, or are you too chicken to accept my challenge?” the insult is accompanied by his lackeys’ uproarious laughter and a series of frightened mewling from the cat in Shaotian’s arms.

“Do you fucking mind? You’re scaring my cat here,” Shaotian snaps as he turns fiercely to face the group composed of four boys — all of them in various stages of the typical “troublemaker” label: dyed hair, jewelry, tattoos, untidy attires. If Han Wenqing from the Disciplinary Committee were present at this moment, he’d had a field day filing all the rules these kids are currently breaking.

“Y-your cat?!” the boy shouts in disbelief, clearly displeased by the fact that Shaotian cares more about his feline companion than his challenge, which can possibly change the social hierarchy in this school in a matter of minutes. “Who cares about the stupid cat? Come on, let’s go up to the roof and settle this once and for all!”

“Are you fuckers deaf or something? Didn’t you just hear what I said?” Shaotian gently scoops up the kitten into the crook of his arms and pulls himself up, his narrowed eyes cold and sharp, lips tightening into a straight line.

Wenzhou knows when a fight is about to start, and unwilling to get caught up in the middle of this, he’s about to sneak past when someone calls out to him.

“You! Yeah, you over there with the blue umbrella!”

Wenzhou’s shoulders quiver when he hears approaching footsteps, the damp slaps of shoes against wet concrete growing louder. He turns around stiffly, and he’s stunned by how close Huang Shaotian is standing before him, close enough to see that his blond hair is still dripping with rain water, thick lashes stuck together in black crescents, and gold eyes wide and stormy.

“Y-yes?” It takes Wenzhou everything in his power to remain rooted to his spot and not step back from the intimidating proximity.  

“Can you do me a favour?” he asks with a tone like they’ve been friends for years, almost like he’s pleading for his help, except it’s Huang Shoatian, and he never asks for anyone’s help, as far as Wenzhou is concerned.  

“Depends,” Wenzhou croaks out.

“You’re going back to the classroom, right? Can you take Troubling Rain with you?”

“Troubling Rain?” Wenzhou tilts his head to the side in confusion.

Shaotian stares at him like he’s slow before clarifying with a sigh, “… the cat, dude.”

Wenzhou blinks twice, suddenly comprehending and internally curses himself. “Oh… right, of course.”

The blond-haired boy carefully places the small feline into Wenzhou’s arms. The cat mews in protest for a brief moment and only calms down after a few strokes on the head from Shaotian’s warm fingers.

“I’ll pick him up after I’m done dealing with those idiots,” Shaotian casually nods towards the group, not even bothering to lower his voice, and then he turns his sharp gaze back onto Wenzhou, his lips curling up into a defiant smirk, “You won’t tell on me, would you?”

“No,” he says, realizing that this one, single promise is enough to destroy his reputation if anyone were to find out.

“You’re a pal. I owe you one!” Shaotian slaps Wenzhou on the shoulder and breaks into a bright grin, sunlight peeling away the monotonous grey.

Dazed from the unexpected encounter, and with a wet kitten named Troubling Rain yawning in his arms, Yu Wenzhou gradually makes his way up the stairs to his classroom.

For the first time since he started attending this school, he’s late to class.

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ii.

“Class prez, class prez!”

“What is it, Boyuan?” Wenzhou calmly turns to see the other student running towards him, his face panic-ridden, and Wenzhou almost gets crushed in between the desk and his classmate when Xu Boyuan reaches forward to grab the edge of the desk to steady himself.

The tall stacks of workbooks that Wenzhou has been attempting to organize and is about to bring to the teacher’s office sway dangerously from Boyuan’s momentum, and Wenzhou is only able to rescue two stacks with his reflex; he watches helplessly as the third tower of workbooks crumbles like a weakly-constructed sandcastle and scatters into a useless pile on the floor.  

He’ll have to organize those again from the order of the student numbers. All thirty of them. Why is this happening to him?

“A… A fight! A fight broke out on the second floor!” Boyuan struggles to inform the class president as he takes in huge gulps of air.

“Who?” Wenzhou asks warily.

“Huang Shao and—”

He stops listening the moment Huang Shaotian is mentioned. Of course that kid is involved. Wenzhou shouldn’t even be surprised anymore. With a command of “get a teacher, quickly!” thrown towards Boyuan, Wenzhou dashes out of the classroom and heads for the staircase.

It’s easy to follow the jeers and encouraging shouts from other students to locate the fight. As he pushes through the excited audience with firm words of warning, many students move aside to let him through, though most of them still remain close by to watch.

In the center of the crowd along the narrow hallway, Huang Shaotian and a senior named Ye Xiu, who’s almost equally infamous as Shaotian in terms of their rule-breaking records, are at each other’s throats, their fists grasping each other’s wrinkled shirts and their faces bruised and scratched with bloodied lines.

“Enough! Both of you, hands off!” Wenzhou attempts to wedge himself in between the two boys, his hands shoving at their shoulders but to little avail.

“He’s the one who started it first,” Ye Xiu tells him in a lazy drawl, and if Wenzhou weren’t so annoyed at the both of them for interrupting his classroom duties, he’d almost be impressed by the casual way with which Ye Xiu is talking to him, as if there isn’t blood seeping out from an ugly scratch across his cheek or a pulsing swell that starts near his left eye, and he’s just nonchalantly commenting about the cafeteria menu.

“Yeah? Well that’s because you keep running away from me every time I challenge you to a one-on-one!” Shaotian retorts, and his pull on Ye Xiu’s tie tightens as their foreheads bump together, both of them growling lowly in their throats.

“You heard him, right?” Ye Xiu glances over at Wenzhou with piercing eyes, daring him to continue interfering with their brawl. “Just let us handle this on our own so I can put this little brat’s ass in his rightful place.”

“No, can’t do,” Wenzhou tries to get in between them again, this time more insistent, and that’s when someone’s arm swings towards his face and everything goes black.

“Oh shit. That’s… that’s a lot of blood. Did I kill him? Oh my fucking god, is he alive? Is he breathing? Please tell me he’s breathing, oh my god. Where’s the nurse when you need her?”

“I’d feel a lot better if you can just shut up for a second,” Wenzhou moans, and winces when sharp pain shoots up along the bridge of his nose. His voice sounds weirdly nasally and he realizes when he tries to breathe in (a terrible idea in and of itself) that someone has stuck tissue into his nostrils. He raises his hand up to gingerly brush across his face, feeling for any tender spots of pain, and sees fresh blood dotted his fingertips.

“Oh thank fuck you’re alive!”

In his excited realization that he didn’t murder his classmate, Shaotian tightly grabs one of Wenzhou’s hands.

“Ow!”

“Oh shit, oh shit I’m sorry! Are you okay? I didn’t mean to do that!” he quickly releases the other boy’s hand in alarm.

“What are you even doing here?” Wenzhou opens his eyes slowly, and without turning his head to the side, as that would probably worsen the nosebleed, he can only see a blurry outline of Shaotian standing beside what he presumes to be one of the cots in the school infirmary. “Where’s Ye Xiu?”

“He helped me carry you to the infirmary,” Shaotian says, “and then he got called out by his homeroom teacher, so my guess is he’s getting a good earful of scolding right about now.”

“So what are you doing here, then? Shouldn’t you be back in class?”

“I do have some conscience, y’know… I’m worried about you, okay? It’s partly — fine, mostly — my fault that you’re lying here with a goddamn bloody nose, so the least I could do is stay with you until the nurse comes back, right? But also let this be a warning for next time: never get in between other people’s fights because honestly, I don’t know what the hell you were thinking, interfering like it’s any of your business when you could have just left it to the teachers—”

“It is my business,” Wenzhou interrupts him indignantly, though it’s rather difficult to sound stern when he has tissue and blood stuck up his nostrils. “You still owe me one, remember?”

“Huh?” Shaotian scratches the back of his neck in puzzlement.

“Do you know how awkward it was for me to explain to my homeroom teacher why I had a wet cat with me on that day?”

“Oh, right! I still haven’t had a chance to thank you properly for that!”

“It’s fine, there’s really no need.”

“I insist,” he’s holding onto Wenzhou’s hand again, the syllables of his phrase accentuated by the press of his fingers against Wenzhou’s. “I may be a delinquent but I have my own principles, too! I don’t like being in other people’s debt.”

Wenzhou sighs, though he doesn’t complain about the warm hands caging loosely around his.

“You can pay me back by stop getting into so much trouble, Huang Shaotian.”

“You know who I am?” he sounds genuinely surprised.

There’s no reason for them to know each other by name; Yu Wenzhou is the class president of Class 2-A, which consists of students who excel academically, while Huang Shaotian belongs to Class 2-D, a class that makes up of delinquents and those who are basically failing school.

“Who doesn’t?” Wenzhou chuckles and then instantly regrets it when pain flares up along his nose again.

“And you are?”

“Yu Wenzhou.”

“All right, then, Yu Wenzhou. I promise I’ll… uh, get into less trouble from now on.”

“I can’t help but notice you used the term ‘less’ and not ‘no more’,” Wenzhou’s lips almost quirk up into a smile. Almost.

“You can’t expect me to entirely transform myself in one day. That’s asking way too much!”

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iii.

“You should really wash your hands more thoroughly,” Wenzhou comments as he walks past Shaotian after delivering worksheets to the teacher’s office during lunch break.

Shaotian freezes at the other boy’s words, and instinctively pulls his hands up to his face to inspect more closely; sure enough, specks of bright green paint are still evident under the hallway’s fluorescent light fixtures, like neon stars scattered across his pale skin.  

“Fuck! I swear I’ve scrubbed my skin raw,” Shaotian mutters darkly, and then upon realizing what he’s just said, he slaps both hands over his mouth, his eyes widened in panic.  

But Wenzhou is not done; he enjoys seeing this rare side of the blond-haired delinquent just a little bit too much to stop.

“Although I have to say that neon green is not the most fetching color on a burgundy vehicle,” Wenzhou taps his finger against his lower lip in a mock thoughtful tone, “I wonder what Principal Chen thinks about the colour choices. Should we perhaps pay him a visit?”

“Yu Wenzhou, you little—” Shaotian grabs Wenzhou by the collar, and by this time, other students are already slowing down in the hallway to see if they’ll be lucky enough to catch sight of another one of Huang Shaotian’s notorious fights. Unfortunately, they will have to wait for another chance, because Shaotian is not in the mood to be in the center of attention this time. Releasing his shirt collar, he seizes Wenzhou by his wrist instead and pulls him along until they find a quiet corner away from the students milling about.

Shaotian backs Wenzhou into the side of a vending machine until Wenzhou can feel the coldness of the metal seeping through his shirt and chilling his skin; Shaotian slams a fist just mere inches beside the dark-haired boy’s head before muttering, his face hovering close to Wenzhou’s and his lips twisted into a cold smile, “You’re actually quite a little shit, aren’t you, Yu Wenzhou?”

He should be scared. If he’s sane in the head, he should be really, really scared right now, but Wenzhou understands that the heartbeat that thrums rapidly like a hummingbird’s wings, painful against his ribs with every shallow breath he takes, has nothing to do with fear. It’s excitement — at the prospect of teetering between the boundary of safety and danger, at the close proximity between himself and the unpredictable typhoon known as Huang Shaotian.

“Is that what I am to you?” Wenzhou returns with another question, dark, defying eyes gazing up at his golden ones with no sense of apprehension or self-preservation.

“What the fuck is it that you want? What will get you to shut up about car?”

“A bubble-tea, and an explanation of why you did it.”

(As it turns out, the reason is even more ridiculous than Wenzhou has initially imagined. Shaotian lost a bet to Ye Xiu — something about the results of the previous night’s Blue Rain versus Excellent Era match in the Glory tournament — and so upon following Ye Xiu’s snarky bidding, Shaotian was forced to accept the punishment for losing the bet, which was spray painting the principal’s car.

Wenzhou can only chuckle while trying not to choke over his very tasty and overly saccharine milk foam brown sugar oolong milk tea.)

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iv.

With a boxed soy milk in hand, Wenzhou turns a corner to find Huang Shaotian slumped dejectedly against the side of the vending machine. Without further questioning, he quickly retraces his steps back to his locker and grabs the small first-aid kit he’s kept stocked since the time he got accidentally smacked in the face by Huang Shaotian during one of his numerous scuffles.

“Did you get into a fight with Ye Xiu again?”

Wenzhou asks softly when he returns to the same spot he’s found the delinquent earlier and sits cross-legged across from Shaotian, who finally looks up, sweat-slicked forelocks falling haphazardly into his eyes, one of which is swelling slightly and he has a hard time blinking properly.

“Would you be disappointed if I said ‘yes’?” Shaotian’s words are muffled, and he hisses at the stinging sensation when Wenzhou dabs on his split lower lip with antiseptic wipe, the white cloth tainting bright red with blood.

“Slightly,” Wenzhou replies with a quiet voice using a tone that Shaotian despises — it’s one that’s infuriatingly calm and indecipherable, difficult to tell whether the boy is pissed or simply unconcerned.

He continues to clean Shaotian’s wounds carefully, the procedure so familiar now since they learned of each other’s names last autumn: Shaotian getting into fights at least three times during the week, and Wenzhou patching him up each and every time. He would grumble about their promise, about how Shaotian is supposed to give him less trouble now that they’re friends (‘They are friends, are they not?’ Wenzhou sometimes ponders), and Shaotian would apologize with his signature sunshine smile — the one that he first gave Wenzhou when he thanked him for taking care of his cat.  

“Then, no, I definitely did not get into a fight with that asshole,” Shaotian answers with a cheeky grin.

Wenzhou doesn’t say anything for a brief moment as he puts a bandage over the gash on Shaotian’s cheek with immaculate care, his dark grey eyes so focused on the task that he’s entirely unaware of how Shaotian is unabashedly staring at him, or how hard he’s swallowing when Wenzhou’s scent hits him like waves of the ocean that attempt to suffocate him if he keeps breathing it in.  

His fingertips linger just a bit too long along Shaotian’s jawline, but neither comments upon that fact when Wenzhou says with a neutral smile, the grey in his eyes glimmering with a somber light, “I’d be more disappointed if I find out you’re lying to me though.”

“I just can’t win against you,” Shaotian sighs, his eyes fluttering close as he leans his head back against the vending machine. The humming from the machine fills in the silence between them as Wenzhou finishes patching up the rest of his injuries.

“Come on, I’ll walk you home,” Wenzhou gets up and extends his arm towards Shaotian.

He turns his head to the side when he murmurs, “it’s okay. I want to rest a little longer.”

“Huang Shaotian?”

Wenzhou crouches down, but the other boy only lowers his head further, hiding his face from Wenzhou’s view. With a suspicious frown, he begins to cautiously press his fingers along Shaotian’s calf and down to his ankle until the boy yelps in protest, pulling his leg away from Wenzhou’s hands.

“Ow! Fuck! What the fuck d’you do that for?!”

“Your ankle’s injured…”

“Yes, thank you for the diagnosis, Dr. Yu,” he rolls his eyes, tone filled with sarcasm.

“Why didn’t you tell me? You should go to a doctor and get that checked out.”

“It’s not the first time I’ve twisted my stupid ankle,” Shaotian mutters in annoyance, using his shirt sleeve to roughly rub away the tears that have started forming when the throbbing on his ankle flares up in sharp agony, “it’ll heal in a few days.”

“So stubborn…” Wenzhou shakes his head, half-fond and half-exasperated.

“What the hell was that?” he snaps, unimpressed.

“Climb on.”

“What?” Shaotian looks up with a scowl only to see that Wenzhou is crouched down with his back facing him, his intention suddenly clear as day. He snorts out a laugh, “I can’t walk right now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t value my long-term ability to use my legs ever again.”  

“I won’t drop you, I promise,” Wenzhou doesn’t turn around, but his words carry a kind of weight and sincerity that Shaotian can never resist, so without any further prompting, Shaotian climbs onto Wenzhou’s back, his arms wrapped around the other boy’s shoulders.

He’s incredibly warm, and his shoulders are broader than they look, or maybe the pain is just messing with Shaotian’s mind. Either way, getting a piggy-back ride from the esteemed class president of Class-A has not been part of Shaotian’s plan that day, but he definitely likes where this is going.  

Fortunately, Shaotian’s home is not too far from the school, but it’s still taken them about half an hour before they reach the front door of his apartment.

After he unlocks the door, Shaotian turns to him with a mischievous smirk, “Yu Wenzhou, you aren’t going to kiss me better? I’m so disappointed, like you have no idea.”

“Don’t push your luck,” Wenzhou replies, hoping the sudden burst of warmth on his cheeks isn’t too visible.

“You know I love pushing people’s boundaries! It’s part of my charm!”

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v.

While the teacher is busy writing on the blackboard for next day’s lessons, Shaotian scribbles a note when he’s supposed to be working on a math assignment he’s missed a few weeks ago. After ensuring that the teacher won’t be turning around, he chucks the crumpled paper ball towards the back of someone’s head sitting two rows in front of him, the mob of dark hair a familiar sight, though not usually seen in detention after school hours.

The paper ball falls and rolls to the bottom of Wenzhou’s chair, and with motion as silent and smooth as a shadow, he picks up the paper, unfurls it carefully, and reads the messily scrawled content while he effortlessly twirls his pen with his slender fingers:

Wow, what a rare sight to see the star student in detention! What the hell did you do to land yourself into this boring shit hole?

With a gleeful light to his eyes, Shaotian observes Wenzhou penning a reply. He folds the paper into an airplane with flawlessly straight lines and accurate edges and sends it back to Shaotian.

Preparation for finals week had been hectic. I brought the wrong folder to school today and accidentally left my Chinese literary essay at home.

After finish admiring Wenzhou’s elegant penmanship for a few seconds, Shaotian is about to write back when the teacher announces to the few students sitting in his classroom for detention, “I need to go to the resources room for a few minutes, and I’ll be right back.

“Huang Shaotian,” he glares at the student pointedly, bushy eyebrows raised up and his tone strict, “I better see some of that math homework completed by the time I get back.”

“You got it, Mr. Liang,” he winks at the teacher, who only heaves a sigh and closes the door behind him.

As soon as the door clicks shut, Shaotian slips into the desk directly behind Wenzhou’s quick as lightning and taps on his friend’s shoulder with an urgency that even Wenzhou finds impossible to ignore.

“Hey, hey, Yu Wenzhou, want to skip detention together? There’s a new bubble-tea place that has just recently opened nearby; they apparently have really tasty bubble waffles, too! With fifteen different flavours! Fifteen! Isn’t that amazing? I wonder if they have it in taro flavor, you know I’d die for that shit. Come on, ditch detention with me! Oi, are you even listening to me, Yu Wenzhou mmf—”

It’s hard to interrupt Shaotian once he gets going, especially if the one-sided conversation is about food, so Wenzhou has to cover the other boy’s mouth with his hand until he calms down and shuts up long enough for him to get a word in.

“What?” Shaotian peels Wenzhou’s fingers off and demands with an impressive pout that can rival a five-year-old’s. “What is it?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble,” Wenzhou utters in a low voice, putting his pen down for the moment as he continues with a soft sigh, “I mean, even more trouble than I’m already in.”

“But detention is so boring,” Shaotian whines as if that alone is a good excuse for them to skip their punishment.

“Don’t you have homework that you need to catch up on?”

“My overdue assignments can be traced back all the way to last semester,” Shaotian tells him like it’s something he’s exceptionally proud of.

“All the more reason for you to stay, then,” Wenzhou nods matter-of-factly.

“What I mean is two hours of detention won’t make a damn difference,” Shaotian argues insistently, always needing to have the last word in an argument, “besides, I already know all the math stuff they’re teaching us — do you know how fucking boring it is to do things over and over again when you already know it by heart? And you’re helping me with history and literature later, right? We can do that over bubble-tea and waffles! Doesn’t that sound more exciting?”

“No, it sounds like more trouble than what it’s worth,” Wenzhou is saying, but he can already feel his determination crumbling the moment Shaotian lays his hands on him. He has never stood a chance, to be honest.  

“You won’t do it even for me?” Shaotian, being the opportunist that he is, seems to see the cracks in the other boy’s resolve and deals the final blow, in combination with the dangerously adorable puppy eyes that seems endlessly deep, the genuine enthusiasm trickling out full and fresh and innocent like spring water from the ground, and highly infectious.    

“Huang Shaotian, I swear you’re the devil incarnate,” Wenzhou buries his face into his hands, voice muffled and defeated.

“But you ain’t so pure yourself,” Shaotian retorts with a victorious grin, knowing he has won this round.

“The bubble waffles better be worth it,” Wenzhou begins to put his stationary and books into his backpack while muttering, “I don’t want to get extra detention for some sub-par dessert.”

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+ i.

The rusted hinges of the door to the school roof creaks as it swings open, the shrill note clawing through the calm summer afternoon like a knife gouging a wound and tearing apart canvas of a watercolour masterpiece.  

“There you are! I’ve been looking all over the campus for you. What the hell are you doing up here?” Shaotian’s voice breaks into Wenzhou’s silence like glass; it shatters into a smattering of stars as shards plummet and cascade into random constellations all around him — in the sunlight that scatters warmly across his skin, in the breeze that teases through his hair, in the sultry air that he breathes in.

Wenzhou doesn’t turn around at the familiar voice, merely exhaling as a cloud of smoke slithers out between his lips and rises above his head like a dying spirit before it dissipates completely.  

He hears footsteps growing closer until he senses Shaotian standing directly behind him, and then he hears him gasp in disbelief.

“Holy shit. Yu Wenzhou, are you smoking?”

Finally, Wenzhou turns around, taking the cigarette out of his mouth with practiced ease and holds it delicately between his index and middle fingers while giving Shaotian one of his cryptic smiles, “Want one?”

“Uh… sure?” Shaotian’s tone sounds anything but certain. Still, he plops down beside his companion and takes the offered cigarette with a shaky hand. He notices that Wenzhou has wrapped the two cigarettes he has in tissue paper and not in their original paper packaging. He wants to ask why, but he’s still too awestruck by the discovery that their school’s beloved and respected model student has indulged in one of the campus’ most serious taboos: smoking in school grounds.

After a few unsuccessful attempts, Shaotian finally manages to light up the tip of his cigarette. Wenzhou must have noticed his hesitation, but he says nothing and continues to take a drag like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

The amber of the tip glows a weak red as it quickly burns away into flecks of ashen grey; a thin ribbon of smoke dances and spreads and dies.

‘Fuck it,’ Shaotian thinks, sticking the cigarette into his mouth and sucking in the smoke and heat like his life depends on it.

His mouth and esophagus instantly scorch in watery flames, the smoke making his eyes water as tears drip down his cheeks while he coughs for a good while. He swears he can hear Wenzhou laughing softly beside him as he pats his back in comfort, and if he weren’t about to cough his lungs out, he’d give the bastard an earful about murdering him with this tiny fire stick.

“You should have told me this was your first time,” Wenzhou says with a quiet, amused smile.

“When did you start picking up this bad habit? Who has tainted our precious class president?” he finally croaks out after putting out his cigarette and flicking the bud far, far away from him.

“I started before I met you,” Wenzhou only says with a shrug, turning to face the fence once more. The scenery beyond the fence is nothing spectacular, just residential buildings, tidy gridded streets, and the occasional patches of green where local parks are. “I’m not proud of it, even if I only smoke maybe half a package every semester, but it’s one of the few ways I know to unwind from all the stress.”  

He blows the smoke out and feels his heart growing lighter, and he wishes his feelings — the warm timber that has started out as small, harmless ambers like the tip of the cigarette that steadily grow into an uncontrollable forest fire — can flow freely out from him, too.

The cigarette in his hand is almost burned out, the small flame nearly reaching his skin and if he doesn’t let go, he’ll inevitably get burned. Maybe he wants to get burned, Wenzhou suddenly realizes.

Maybe that’s what he wants all along.

“You’re not going to report me to the Discipline Committee, are you?” Wenzhou turns towards Shaotian and asks, his lips quirking up into a small smile. It’s neither defiant nor scornful, and Shaotian can’t tell what’s behind that expression or within the dark, stormy grey of his eyes.  

“Hell no,” Shaotian stares back at him, wide-eyed and slightly offended that Wenzhou would even suggest such a thing, “What kind of relationship do you think we have now, huh? You think I’d tell on you like some little snitch? No way!”

“Oh? And what kind of relationship do we have?”

Wenzhou leans in, a hand winding Shaotian’s loosened tie between his fingers as he pulls the other boy in even closer until their noses are practically brushing against each other’s. All Shaotian can smell is the sweet scent of the tabacco smoke and whatever kind of soap that Wenzhou uses — something woodsy and herb-like that reminds him fondly of a forest in the summer.  

“Yu Wenzhou, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he murmurs, ravenous golden eyes gazing bravely into Wenzhou’s darkened irises.

“Shaotian,” he whispers his name, the first time he does so without calling him by his full name, and it’s sweeter than anything Wenzhou has ever tasted, “may I call you that?”

He nods once, and then Wenzhou is speaking again, his breaths warm against his lips, “Shaotian, may I kiss you?”

“Fuck, I thought you’d never ask,” Shaotian laughs, before the sound is swallowed up by Wenzhou’s lips covering his in a gentle kiss.  

He tastes of spice and smoke and smoldering ash, and Shaotian loves every second of it.

(They make sure to dispose of their cigarette buds afterwards. Even with their new-found romance, there’s no reason to start an accidental fire now, is there?)

—

A/N: Ohmygod 5K+ words. This has been fun, y’all.

[thelonglazyworm]

 Another fan radio drama.

In a nutshell: When Pro Players discover BL fics about themselves, their chatroom explodes.

This is not as epic as Chaos on Weibo. Just a lighthearted one on the topic of BL. Not really BL itself, though it’s hinting/joking about it. So if that’s not you cup of tea, you should now stop here.

None of the voices here appear in the donghua. And it’s not as well put together as others I’ve came across. But still quite funny in its own way. Especially the songs.

Did I mention the songs? XD I swear the ED is the whole reason why I am even linking and translating this radio drama in the first place. If I have to go through that, everyone has to go through that!

Translation after the break. Enjoy~~

*slight spoilers about final team members

original video：http://www.bilibili.com/video/av2641931/

Opening (the doraemon song):

Every match is a different style

The honourable China Team is the strongest

Because they have a legendary Leader

Championship is no longer a dream

Group Competition round is 3-0

Opponents fully annihilated in Team Competition

Whoever don't submit to Leader Ye Xiu can bring it to the arena

The cleric also does DPS

The swordsman talks till he is out of breath

Watch my Dragon Raising Head!

Ah ah ah, China Team is with you

Entering the Hall of Fame

 insert advertisement (fake):

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-Glory Pro Players Chat Group-

Huang Shaotian:               Fuck x7! Who the hell did this? WTFWTFWTF? Come on out and I will fucking kill them!

Zhang Jiale:                       Huang Shaotian, what's wrong?

Fang Rui:                           I smell something brewing

Huang Shaotian:               Fuck x7! Hear me out! Isn't it holiday now? So I went home! And I had nothing better to do so I went on the Glory Forums with my tablet! And I see a thread that is right on top so I naturally clicked on the link! And then I am blinded! WTF! WTH is this thing? Can anyone explain this?!!

Ye Xiu:                                Calm down, Great Sword Saint. Tell us what did you see?

Huang Shaotian:               Take a look yourselves, I don't wanna talk about it.

              [Glory Fanfic Area. Yu/Huang, Han/Ye,Twin Flowers, All/Ye, Zhou/Ye, Twin Ghosts Yu/Ye, Ye/Lan, Ye/Huang etc....]

Zhang Jiale:                        This...

Ye Xiu:                                 Tsk.

Yu Wenzhou:                      Hehe

Su Mucheng:                      Eh...? This... @Windy Rain @Soft Mist @Sound Dust

Dai Yanqi:                           Eh....?

Chu Yunxiu:                        Eh....?

Tang Rou:                           Eh....?

Fang Rui:                            Those above are definitely fishy

Huang Shaotian:                Fuck! That's disgusting disgusting disgusting x10!!!

Yu Wenzhou:                      Shaotian, you feel disgusted with homosexuals?

Ye Xiu:                                 WTF Yu Wenzhou, ur hand is up to speed 0.0

Fang Rui:                            WTF Captain Yu! 0.0

Wang Jiexi:                        OMG Captain Yu!

Huang Shaotian:               No no no no no! AARRRGHH! No, Captain, that's not what I mean! No matter what I should still be the one on top alright alright alright?! What the hell is with Ye/Huang? Fuck x10!

Dai Yanqi:                           Here's the link. No need to thank me~

Su Mucheng:                      Oh? Hehe

Chu Yunxiu:                        Ohoho

Sun Zheping:                      WTF!

Zhang Jiale:                        WTF!!

Wang Jiexi:                         WTF!!!

Sun Xiang:                          WTF!!!!

Zhou Zekai:                        ...... ......

Fang Rui:                            Zhou Zekai is so freaked out that he double the number of ellipses!

Li Xuan:                             What in the world are all these?

Han Wenqing:                   What are all these rubbish!?

Ye Xiu:                               Tsk tsk tsk. This is too scary. Even I was freaked out.

Ye Xiu:                               How is it Old Han? Even you went to take a look?

Wei Chen:                          This this this this this what is this?! This straight and unbending body of mine has been defiled! But the part where Old Ye begged me is really invigorating!

              [Windward Formation sends a file - (Wei/Ye) My Love Is Only In Your Eyes.txt]        

             [Windward Formation is banned by the administrator]

Huang Shaotian:               The hell? Hahahahahaha! Ye Xiu you are really shameless! Hahahahahaha! You've actually abusing your position as the admin to boot Boss Wei out! Hahahaha!

Zhang Xinjie:                      Lights candle

Ye Xiu:                                 Hehe, Master Shaotian

              [Lord Grim sends a file - (Yu/Huang High H) The Daily Lives Of Blue Rain Couple.txt]              

              [Lord Grim sends a file - (Yu/Huang High H) What Can Be Done In The Training Room.txt]              

              [Lord Grim sends a file - (Yu/Huang SM) How To Train Your Trash Talker.txt]

Huang Shaotian:               Fuck x5! Ye Xiu you are shameless shameless shameless! Let's PKPKPKPKPKPKPK I will kill you! Don't read! Don't read them you hear!!! Nobody! Reads! Them!

Zhang Jiale:                        *lights many candles*

Sun Zheping:                      *lights many candles*

Tang Hao:                           Chatterbox, I light a candle for you

Sun Xiang:                          Chatterbox, I light a candle for you

Xiao Shiqin:                        Huang Shao, here's a candle

Wang Jiexi:                         Huang Shao, here's a candle

Huang Shaotian:                WTFx3 Captain what in the world are you downloading!!!!??? Bulk list of fics ahhhh??? Captain, noooo what’s going on this shouldn’t be I need to calm down aaaahhhhh!!!

Ye Xiu:                                 Captain Yu is a beast under gentlemanly clothes

Fang Rui:                            Captain Yu is a beast under gentlemanly clothes

Sun Zheping:                      Captain Yu is a beast under gentlemanly clothes

Zhang Jiale:                        Captain Yu is a beast under gentlemanly clothes

Sun Xiang:                          Captain Yu is a beast under gentlemanly clothes

Huang Shaotian:                !!!!

Ye Xiu:                                 Whatever could have freaked out the usual Master Shaotian to be silent, I think I am onto something.

Fang Rui:                            I think I am onto something.

Dai Yanqi:                           I think I am onto something.

Su Mucheng:                      I think I am onto something.

Li Xuan:                               I think I am onto something.

Yu Wenzhou:                     Hehe

              [Swoksaar sends a file – (Ye/All) [High H] 2014-2015 Master-list of Fic.rar]

              [Swoksaar sends a file – (all/Ye) [Warning Extreme Hardcore] Pinning Down The Glory Textbook.txt]

              [Swoksaar sends a file – (tentacle/Ye) Touch Of Love.txt]

Zhang Jiale:                        WTF! SM fic masterlist! *lights many candles*

Han Wenqing:                   ......

Sun Zheping:                      Tactics players are truly black-hearted

Huang Shaotian:                Well done, Captain!!!!!

Li Xuan:                              Tentacles *candle*

Fang Rui:                            Tentacles *candle*

Zhang Xinjie:                      Tentacles *candle*

Mo Fan:                              Tentacles *candle*

Ye Xiu:                                 Tsk, Old Wei, you are even using Mo Fan's account to pollute the environment?

              [Deception is banned by the administrator]

Zhang Jiale:                        WTF hahaha what the hell is this

              [Hundred Blossoms sends a file – (Han/Zhang) You Are The Brightest Light In My Eyes.txt]

              [Hundred Blossoms sends a file – (Han/Zhang) Pushing Down My Personal Cleric.txt]

Zhang Xinjie:                      I need time alone to cool down *facepalm*

              [Hundred Blossoms sends a file – (Zhang/Han) [Younger Seme, High H, Role Reversal] Who Says Tyranny’s Tough Guy Can’t Be Uke.txt]

Ye Xiu:                                Let him off, he is still a kid *candle*

Li Xuan:                              Let him off, he is still a kid *pffft*

Wang Jiexi:                        Let him off, he is still a kid *pffft*

Tang Hao:                          Let him off, he is still a kid *pffft*

Yu Wenzhou:                     Let him off, he is still a kid *^_^*

              [Cloud Piercer sends a file – (Zhou/Ye) [Warning ABO] My Omega Is A Heavy Smoker.txt]

              [Cloud Piercer sends a file – (Zhou/Ye) [ABO Setting] Our Glory.txt]

Zhou Zekai:                        *shy face*

Sun Xiang:                          WTF Zhou Zekai you!

Ye Xiu:                          …… Freaked out to the point of becoming a Zhou Zekai

Li Xuan:                        …… Freaked out to the point of becoming a Zhou Zekai

Wang Jiexi:                   …… Freaked out to the point of becoming a Zhou Zekai

Tang Hao:                     …… Freaked out to the point of becoming a Zhou Zekai

Fang Rui:                      …… Freaked out to the point of becoming a Zhou Zekai

Zhang Xinjie:                 …… Freaked out to the point of becoming a Zhou Zekai

Huang Shaotian:           …… Freaked out to the point of becoming a Zhou Zekai

Ye Xiu:                                 Even the great Master Shaotian is frightened into shutting his mouth. Xiao Zhou is so cute, hoho (fic’s quite well written) *shy face*

Han Wenqing:                   Ye Xiu, Let’s have a chat.

Ye Xiu:                                 Hey Hey Old Han, what’s that for? I didn’t offend you don’t shoot the wrong guy! See, I covered for you just now when you banned Old Wei and Mo Fan for sending those files. What are you jealous about?

Chu Yunxiu:                       This is quite a lot of info to take in

Dai Yanqi:                           This is quite a lot of info to take in

Zhang Jiale:                        Where did Ye Xiu disappear to?

Su Mucheng:                      If I recall correctly… I remember… That he mentioned on the first day of the break… Captain Han invited him to go to City Q?

Chu Yunxiu:                        Yoooooooooooooo

Dai Yanqi:                           Yoooooooooooooo, I am brimming with ideas

Fang Rui:                            WTF Su Mucheng, I saw everything. Your screen is showing the interface for author login!

Su Mucheng:                      Opps, I’ve been exposed. Yunxiu Yunxiu! Xiao Dai, Rou Rou, shall we advertise our round robin fic?

Sun Zheping:                      I don’t want to talk to you guys.

Zhang Jiale:                        I don’t want to talk to you guys.

Tang Hao:                           I don’t want to talk to you guys.

Sun Xiang:                          I don’t want to talk to you guys.

Li Xuan:                               I don’t want to talk to you guys.

Zhang Xinjie:                      I don’t want to talk to you guys.

Wang Jiexi:                        I don’t want to talk to you guys.

Huang Shaotian:               I don’t want to talk to you guys!!!

Su Mucheng:                      There’s no smoke without fire. Look at Du Ming, he is probably the straightest guy in the whole of Glory. Even we can’t do anything about that.

Chu Yunxiu:                        Even we can’t do anything about that.

Tang Rou:                           Even we can’t do anything about that.

Du Ming:                             ......

Dai Yanqi:                           I just want to light a candle for Ye Xiu now, and then go on to write a Han/Ye!

-end-

  ED song:

(translator note - If I have to listen to this, I need to drag everyone down with me. =v=) Original song is 辭めてやるよ歌い手なんか

 I give up I quit

So tiring just to play Glory

The fuck I put in effort to enter World Champ, what for

It’s the end, Owatta,

Might as well GG

Wasted my new keyboard, changed my card

I am going home

It’s not like I was without pressure before the match

Digging up all the (competition) videos to study

Of all the ones out there, I’d find Blue Rain

And now my vison has dropped

Team Captain is handicapped yet he still plays

Tactics and strategies are his true strength

But there’s no point saying that now

You have to know, that there’s three more people

Even more beautifully cruel

The Cleric is able to fight one on one like a Berserker

No need for healing and a bunch of speech bubbles as cover

And a Classless as reserve filled with cheating hacks

Look at myself what am I playing

My results are all trash

Might as well GG

I give up I quit playing

A bunch of BUG is too scary

The fuck Qigong Brawler and girls fiercer than guys

I am dead, no more health

I give up completely I quit

What’s the point of competing when I am killed before completing my moves

I give up I quit

Tortured everyday, it’s so tiring

The fuck I put in effort

What the hell is that Classless?!!

It’s the end, the team annihilated

Quickly pack and go back home

Wh-at~ the~ fuck!

(￣ω￣)

[specialability]

[id: screenshot of my TYK fanfic folder with the list of files and word counts next to them in bright red font]

October Writing WIP:

About 15,300 words of tyk wenzhou written in the last month that I haven't posted because none of it threads together coherently or feels satisfying standing on its own. But it's also too good to go in the drabble pile. Driving me up the wall. I hate sitting on things because I forget they exist or lose confidence in them and then they collect dust at the bottom of a folder.

vacation pre 2 is the most significant one. once I get a bit more of that banged out I'll feel more confident about posting some of the other ones. it is the actual background/plot of the (constantly changing) Modern AU covering after wenzhou's one night stand to when they decide to fake their own deaths and go on early retirement. I need to figure out the plot we're going with and make decisions about the setting and that's the hardest part.

pre kidnapping I've decided to totally rewrite because I changed my mind about several things. I just need to actually... do that. it fits in the timeline after pre 2 but will probably go up as a oneshot

shaving + dancing in the dark might go up together, they have a similar tone.

we are the same isn't in the modern au but still not sure about it being OOC so I'm sitting on it. if anyone wants to read it~ and tell me what you think~~ let me know~~~

you left a blood stain on the floor might get shoved into vacation pre 2 but it may or may not actually work so I need to finish that first.

all the other ones are just random scenes and bits of things that may or may not end up being useful.