where 3 y/o xianxian's little prank on a-zhan goes a /little/ too far.
you see, his mom taught him just how good of a creepy hiding place their linen closet can be. and he is eager to try it out himself. scaring a-zhan will be fun!
(xianxian had screamed and nearly peed his pants but a-zhan doesn't need to know that.)
when they're all set up in the living room, xianxian pretends to forget something.
"we left lil apple in my bed, i'm gonna go get her!" xianxian says. "you hold down the fort, okay?"
a-zhan nods seriously in that way that makes his cheeks wobble.
he walks to his bedroom, the when a-zhan's not looking, tiptoes into the linen closet and climbs into the second shelf with all the blankets.
when he's all settled, he creaks open the door and yells.
"AHHHHHHH ZHANZHAN, HELP MEEEE!!!!!"
and then he tugs the door shut.
from underneath the blankets (oof, it's so hot in here!) he can hear footsteps and a-zhan's voice, "a-ying? where are you? a-ying!"
xianxian claps a hand to his mouth and laughs quietly. so much fun!
still, he hadn't known it'd be this hot and stuffy in the closet! his foot kicks something that spills all over the floor. oops, he's gonna have to clean that up later.
even worse, he can hear a-zhan get closer now. "a-ying? a-ying!!!"
a-zhan actually sounds close to crying now and xianxian starts feeling a little guilty.
okay, maybe not so fun now.
he pushes past the blankets and opens the door. "I'M HERE--"
except it turns out he was closer to the edge than he thought and xianxian tumbles out
of the linen closet almost head first. he might've yelled a little.
"A-YING!" a-zhan screams.
xianxian pops his head out of the small pile of blankets he'd fallen on top of to the sight of a-zhan looking at him scared.
"gotcha!" xianxian tries to grin, but a-zhan still looks upset. "i'm okay, it was jsut a joke!"
xianxian hops out of the blankets and raises his arms. "see?"
a-zhan reaches out a shaky hand, "b-but a-ying, b-blood!"
xianxian claps a hand to his forehead where a-zhan is pointing. it doesn't hurt, but his hand comes away red.
a-zhan bursts into tears. "a-ying, don't die!!!! cangse gugu!!! gugu!!!!! a-ying is dying!!!"
which is how cangse checks in on the kids only mildly worried, and almost has a heart attack.
"but he's ok?" changze asks through the phone.
"yea, he's fine." cangse snorts. "remember the leftover fake blood from last year's halloween?"
"the one you said you put away?" changze replies wryly.
"i /did/ put it away!" cangse says. "until your son knocked it over and soaked three of our good blankets in it!"
changze groans then chuckles. "well, we did need new blankets, you said."
"how are the kids doing now?"
cangse peeks into the living room and stifles a laugh.
a-ying is half on top of a puffy-eyed, pouting a-zhan, rubbing his small hands up and down a-zhan's back. "i'm all fine, see? i'm here, zhanzhan, i'm here. i'm sorry, i won't scare you again."
"they're fine now, but poor a-zhan was pretty freaked out. a-ying should be too guilty to do it again any time soon."
changze huffs. "until you teach him the next scare tactic. he'll probably still do it with fengmian's kids"
cangse groans. "at least we're out of fake blood."
// THE END!
inspired by lrt fanart with xianxian comforting a weepy zhanzhan 😂🤭 xianxian is not allowed to scare zhanzhan by faking hurt anymore.
ok but i rlly want more modern cultivation au secret genius wwx who just drops mindblowing revolutionary treatises and innovations anonymously under a stupid ass middle school pen name like yLlingla0zuxX
comical plot twist:
lqr has a secret hobby ever since he discovered the joys of Online Cultivation Forums, esp one where he can scout for people w Marvelous Ideas and offer to help them formalize their ideas into Papers (or Horrible ones & send them better reference materials)
of course Internet ettiquette sanctifies anonymity so lqr doesn't press for information from the few brilliant minds he meets. he has a good instinct for identifying the younger ones from the tried and true expert, and this yLlingla0zuxX clearly is an esteemed veteran.
dadxian who has a tattoo over the long jagged scar on his belly. a tattoo which facinates 2 y/o a-yuan, who's been told that's where he sprouted.
(it's not. but it made a-yuan turn from teary eyed breakdown to starry eyed awe, so. whatever works.)
a-yuan likes to look and rub the pretty tattoo-scar. and so, it has become a thing that if a-yuan needs extra comfort or has been especially good, he gets "tummy time."
which is nice and all when they're at home.
but then one time, they go to the big city to buy a-yuan's Big School stuff, and after a solid three hours of keeping close to his baba and not wandering off or asking to buy new toys or asking to be carried, a-yuan deems he Deserves some tummy time.
city boy jin ling gets grounded for the summer after getting in a school fight. he's sent to weird uncle wei's raggedy farm in the yiling countryside to 'learn some humility'
and WHO ELSE does he see at the farm? the same kid who got him in trouble in the first place!
jin ling swears the animals are out to get him
jingyi is ALSO extremely bummed that the ONE TIME he finally gets to go to sizhui's cool dad's farm, he STILL has to deal with the soiled jin brat!
sizhui just wanted peace 🥲 but he knows dad has also been itching to bond with his not-cousin, so.
(if he were honest tho, it'd be funnier seeing them both run screaming from excited chickens and sheep if it didn't mean more work for him 🫠 guys you were supposed to HELP me!)
if wwx were a real public figure (like a legit science/physics geek with a phd who organizes science festivals/makes fun sci experiments on ytb) ppl would have a lot of fun making parody accts of him always mooning over olympic medalist figure skater lwj
wwx complains that he doesn't sound THAT much of a simp, except his followers come at him with receipts
- videos of interviews where he brings up lwj unasked/unrelatedly
- videos of panels where he gushes abt lwj's quad jumps
- timeline-span tweets of his rts of lwj fan accts
even his own phd colleagues who had to peer-review his latest article come at him with snippets of the heavily edited out paper where they had to remove chunks of anecdotes feat. lwj
Wei Ying stumbles across a crack in the pavement hard enough to jar him into a brief bout of sobriety. Which is a good thing, because now that he’s not stuck in a drunken stupor, he finally notices that he does not know where the fuck he is.
Gone are the apartment blocks ridden with budget-zombies, dollar-store vampires and other fictional characters running around for candies. And instead of storefronts with cotton cobwebs or pumpkin cutouts, there’s only a stretch of tall walls on either side of him,
with ceramic roof tiles like those in traditional Buddhist temples.
Maybe he’d wandered deep in the alleys of Chinatown somehow? That at least explains the distinct lack of racist idiots slurring, “konnichiwa” at him and asking for photos of him in his “nice kimono.” Turds.
🔞
wangxian roommates in mutual pining, desperate not to shake the boat, but sometimes the horny strikes hard.
wwx waits until a night lwj says he'll be home from work before bringing out his trusty old vibe.
alone for once, wwx doesn't bother muffling his moans as he edges himself to a toy and his fantasies.
today, lwj had worn a pretty suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and tall frame—it was all he could do not to jump him, take off his glasses and mess up his sleek ponytail
he loses sense of time after his 2nd denial. his orgasm, when it comes, is explosive, and wwx can almost hear how lwj might moan beneath his drawn out whines and the toy still buzzing inside him.