It's inadvisable to make an enemy of Zhou Zishu, and even more so to make enemies of the men who love him. Duan Pengju and Tianchuang discover this in a not all too pleasant way.

yes hello, apparently i have no self control and wrote 7k of HWZ smut... is this my MO now?

"Ah," Han Ying says, as if in surprise. Kexing makes an inquiring hum, and Ying’er lifts his face to look over Zishu’s head.

"With respect Guzhu," he begins, then stops again to lick his lips. "Does Furen often forego under-garments?"

Zishu wants to say ‘Yes’ and ‘sometimes I like to know that you could hike up my robes, bend me over and open me up’ and ‘it feels forbidden and uncouth and makes my stomach swoop’.

But instead there’s a few light slaps at the side of his head, fingers pinching his cheek.

"Hmm, are you accusing my Furen of being easy?" Lao Wen’s voice sounds dangerous. He keeps patting at Zishu’s face absentmindedly, pushes a thumb between his lips.

I unabashadly blame the ‘Han Ying deserves a Zoo’ crew tbh

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu Characters: Wen Kexing, Zhou Zishu, Jing Beiyuan, Wu Xi Additional Tags: Friends to Lovers, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Trans Zhou Zishu, Trans Wen Kexing Summary:  

"Wait!" Wen Kexing's voice stopped him with one foot on the threshold. "You forgot your goodbye kiss!"

In his head, Zishu was already making the calculations about how quickly he'd have to go to make it to the bus on time. Would it be smarter, he wondered as he turned back to Wen Kexing, to take the stairs or to risk the elevator? The kiss was quick, perfunctory, Wen Kexing's sharp inhale passing unnoticed over the whirring of his own brain. I'll try the elevator, he decided, as he pulled back and hightailed it down the hall. If it doesn't come in the first thirty seconds, I'll vault down the stairs.

Zhou Zishu is running late for his first day of work at the martial arts studio he and Jing Beiyuan just opened when a casual comment from his roommate leads to something neither of them were expecting. With no time to discuss what just happened, Zhou Zishu is left questioning what this will mean for the future of their friendship.

“Do you ever resent him for taking a wife?”

Ye Baiyi knows the way Wen Kexing likes to press on bruises, relishing in the ripples discomfort creates over the veneer of a pleasant evening. He’s watched the Ghost Valley brat work a a yellowing bruise back to a deep purple on Zhou Zishu’s body often enough to know that it’s as much a literal fascination as it is figurative. 

So Ye Baiyi knows not to take it personally, most of the time.

He lets the question sit in the quiet evening air, inhaling the scent of Zishu’s plum wine as he brings the cup to his lips. He, too, ruminates on the bruise. 

It doesn’t hurt, not in the way Kexing perhaps intends it to - for all the ways their relationship has developed and grown, the brat still tries to find the cracks in Baiyi’s composure. (He is, the old immortal supposes, trying to gauge the depths of his tolerance - where the patience finally frays.)

Baiyi lets his gaze roam over the courtyard, where Zishu lingers over the pin he is whittling and tries not to look like he is holding his breath.

Baiyi is reminded once again just how young these men are, and how unfathomable love can seem.      

“Do you?” he asks Kexing instead, pouring the er-shixiong of Siji Manor another cup.

Happy 2 year anniversary to Word of Honor! To celebrate, here’s a comic I commissioned from @sadfishkid . This is based on a part from my SHL Big Bang fic, Every Drop of Rain, a soulmate au with a twist that was an absolute pleasure to write. The fic was my love letter to a show that means the world to me, and I’m so thrilled to share this beautiful art on its milestone birthday.

Wen Kexing steps forward, still smiling, through flashes of lights. In the periods of darkness between the flashing, Zhou Zishu wants more than anything to have that smile back. He searches for Wen Kexing’s full face, body taut and moving in sync as if attached by a thread—

Wen Kexing isn’t wearing his mask.

Their eyes meet, and Zhou Zishu’s world explodes into color, a dazzling, dizzying, rich rush of shades beyond his comprehension. The club is black, and the lights are white, but when they meet it’s to illuminate vivid hues. He knows some are cold and some are warm, just like his body. He shivers as if from a chill, or from a fever. His knees shake. As Zishu falls, he realizes that Wen Kexing is his soulmate.

watching his moon

thanks to @rainsfalling mentioning how there should be a wkx cat story once and @antique-forvalaka introducing me to the name ‘mao wen’ for cat!wkx, i wrote this a while ago and now i’m realizing i don’t actually have anything else in mind for it, so i’m just yeeting this onto tumblr for yall’s enjoyment. (i can’t seem to tag either of you i’m so sorry :(((( )

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“Lao Wen?” Zhou Zishu says, blinking. He went to sleep with Wen Kexing curled around him. He has woken up to a much colder bed, because the only other inhabitant is a cat. It feels like the height of foolishness to address the cat like this, but… he recognizes that look.

The cat makes a little noise, sits up taller, and pats his face with its paw. Zhou Zishu winces a little. A paw is not dextrous in the same way as a hand.

“Are you… This is ridiculous.” He’s talking to a cat. What the fuck.

The cat rolls its eyes at him.

Zhou Zishu begins to sit up. Immediately, the cat hisses. “What?” Zhou Zishu hisses back.

With a very clear and deliberate look at the window, dark and cold since it’s still the middle of the night, the cat reaches over and pushes his shoulder back down.

“You want me to go back to sleep?” He can’t help the amusement in his voice.

Once again, the cat makes a noise. This one sounds declarative. This is, unfortunately, going a long way towards convincing him that it actually is Wen Kexing, wild as that seems.

“Alright, well, I’m not complaining,” Zhou Zishu says, lying back down. He’s too tired to roll over, so his face is planted into the pillow.

There’s another sound from the cat. Pleased, maybe? And then—

“Ouch!” Zhou Zishu hisses. 

The cat has walked onto his back. It hisses back at him this time and gives him a soft whack with its paw. Stay down, he interprets.

“I’m staying, you bully.” But his irritation doesn’t last long. The cat gives a satisfied huff and then curls up on his back. No, Zhou Zishu realizes, not just his back. Directly over his shoulderblades. He can’t help but laugh at that.

“Alright, Lao Wen. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Word of Honor 山河令 | Zhou Zishu in Episode 30

I'm curious y'all,

In the case of Fem! WenZhou, do you feel that female!Wen Kexing would refer to herself as,

a) Wife. Because WKX calling himself wife is about his personality and teasing Zishu more than anything else, something that would not change if their genders were swapped

b) Husband. Because WKX calling himself wife is particularly a gender fuckery thing, with him using a female term for himself despite fulfilling several other traditionally masculine things (like being the leader of the ghosts and well, topping), so were his gender swapped, so would the way he fucks around with gender.

wenzhou fic is posted!!!!

— 8.9k words, explicit

— shl-verse, mid episode 31

— sensory deprivation but, like. Nails

— wen kexing bites (tm)

-> https://archiveofourown.org/works/49992220

Blood & Bone I've started posting a new long woh/shl/tyk fic if anyone is interested. Some real life, some magical realism, and lots of wenzhou being stupidly in love! <3

New Fic New Fic!

"The Spies Who Loved Me" | Rated E | Spy AU | Meet Cute | #WenZhou | Getting Together | Sex and Violence | At Least One Giant Explosion | Xie Wang is *tired* pls give him a *break* | From Wuxia With Love

my reading of that post was something akin to [sniffles] i'd like to talk about big gay bbq ;_;

also God yeah if ppl wrote about the ahl more there wld be a lot of firebirds fic. or maybe i just see men and am like ouuuughhhh kiss ? i have Angles for like so many different pairings / polyships

- ash

What if Joey Daccord was enjoying the Big Gay BBQ with his boys after a hard fought game...what if Kole Lind looked at him with a smudge of bbq sauce on his mouth and felt insane about it....and also, what if Chris Driedger was watching this while wearing a Hawaiian shirt and sunglasses and vaguely yearning for Grubi...ouagh

[I absolutely derailed myself into a psychological assessment of Chris Driedger his 20s + musings on the AHL fic -- cut bc I had to scroll four times to get to the bottom and the people on my dash who don't care about the AHL just don't deserve that...just a note that there is ZERO salacious imagines under the cut]

Actually Chris is very interesting to me bc irl he is a 29yo who invested in crypto, but he is also a 29yo who suffered his way through his 20s not unlike the rest of us, just with more of a spotlight on him. but it's like, or at least of me it was like this, I hit 29 and I was like, well. I made it this far through my 20s and it absolutely sucked so much and I hated every minute of it and I kinda wish I was dead, but maybe a new decade will be different. I gotta make it through one last year of pushing through this shit and if I take a step back, yeah, it's gotten a little better with every passing month. Maybe my 30s are not a chance to start over so much as they are a chance to start moving forward. And I think for Chris (this is turning in a psychological assessment instead of a sexy imagine sorry) who has suffered through some catastrophic injuries, some terrible setbacks, some truly awful decision-making of his own, and just kept coming back from it and kept pushing forward -- to me Chris at 29, back in the AHL and yet again a back up, but also BACK PLAYING AT ALL which is very much its own kind of triumph, it feels very much like an interesting thing poke at in fanfiction. Like, okay Chris, you turned 29 in May in the middle of a playoff push, back early from injury when everyone thought your entire season was done an almost full calendar year prior. You're a back up again, but you're not really playing. You just watched this kid you love so much and this team who has embraced you have an inaugural season that quite frankly set the standard for any expansion team yet to come and CERTAINLY any team moving around (Wranglers. Cuda.) in the current era. Like, irl he seems very confident, very full of swagger, but also very full of humility and gratitude for how many chances he got and very determined not take anything for granted anymore. If you apply that to the experience of being a queer man at 29, gosh there are so many possibilities. Very "I am going to make it through this year if it kills me." Where do we go from here, Chris???

But also yeah he should eat bbq and send a photo of himself to his friends with his shirt unbuttoned flirting with drag queens and Philipp Grubauer should have a horny meltdown about it and spend all summer sending him thirst traps to get back at him. This does many things for Chris's ego.

also AHL fic is so interesting to me as someone who spent a couple years in bandom when fob had more or less fully taken off but a lot of pete's proteges were grinding it out on one hit wonders or collaborations with more famous artists and they were all clawing for every show and even p!atd wasn't really a sure thing yet... there are a lot of parallels to the whole "boys in buses got it so damn bad but we love it like the last cigarette we ever had" liminal space of the grind of touring and fighting for every last chance and making these friendships you THINK are insoluble but more often than not just dissolve as soon as one of you makes it or one of you breaks down and quits and goes home...the way Warped Tour was a party every year because for a lot of bands it WAS the last cigarette they ever had and they probably knew that on some level...i forgot where I was going with this. OH. the NHL can't even touch that level of "every game could be my last game"/"every show could be my last show" and the kind of desperation but also weird situational camaraderie that comes from that. Like on a pro athlete way for sure but also in that, 5, 6, 9, 12 hour bus rides every week all over the damn west coast. What do you do if you hate the guy sitting next to you. What do you do if you love the guy sitting next to you. There's no escape man. I forgot where I was going with that again but yeah basically, AHL fic is an untapped and very rich universe for people who love dirtbags, writing about people in close quarters, desperate feelings, and accept that there's a solid chance you may have to delete your fic someday when a prospect bombs out of hockey and turns into a normie. You know?? It's great stuff.

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) Rating: Teen And Up Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu Characters: Zhou Zishu, Wen Kexing, Gu Xiang, Luo Fumeng, Liu Qianqiao, Cao Weining, Yun Zai Additional Tags: Meet the Family, Chinese New Year, Established Relationship, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Trans Zhou Zishu, Trans Wen Kexing

“Come on, Shu-ge,” A-Xiang wheedled, “I want my brother-in-law there for the festival.” Zishu felt his face turn hot. “I’m not your brother-in-law,” he huffed. “I don’t even know if Lao Wen wants me there.” A-Xiang blinked. “Shu-ge,” she said, after a long moment of silence, “if you really don’t know that, then you’re dumber than you look.”

With the Lunar New Year fast approaching, Zhou Zishu is faced with a choice: be separated from Wen Kexing for the entire week-long holiday, or take the plunge and meet his boyfriend’s family. He knows which option he prefers, but will Wen Kexing agree? Or is flying across the country to meet the family of a man you’ve only been dating for a few months a little too much?

🏳️‍⚧️ This fic is part of my t4t Wenzhou series, They Were Roommates! 🏳️‍⚧️ The series begins as a roommates-to-lovers fic in People Like Us.

For all that he knows A-Xu, there are still some things about Zhou Zishu that Wen Kexing finds hard to understand. 

Sometimes, for all that he wheedles and pouts at his husband, he cannot successfully divert his attention from whatever it is that is causing A-Xu to frown at his latest correspondence from Qi Ye or push the disciples an extra round. 

The disappointment, paired with a small, shameful inadequacy he will never admit to, settles into his stomach, and he will slink off to the kitchen or out into the hills high above the manor, so that he can feel close to the feared Ghost Master he once was. 

Until dutiful Han-xiongdi comes to find him.

“Zhou-furen,”* he calls with some curl of humour in his voice, alighting on the slope next to the man who shares his devotion to his Lord. “Your husband and your charges are hungry, and you have left poor Zhang-di in charge of the kitchen again. The men fear a strictly vegetarian menu after such rigorous training session, and I, for one, would really like to have some filling meat tonight.”

Han Ying sketches off a playful bow, and Wen Kexing really has to wonder at the ease Ying’er has finally been displaying lately. He thinks about making some innuendo - his younger lover has set the wordplay up so cordially, and there is that newish, teasing pout to Han Ying’s lips that Wen Kexing finds he craves so much lately in his growing tenderness for the other man. 

But his heart just isn’t in it. 

Kexing turns back to the view, the grey clouds that are rolling in over the meadows, bringing the scent of petrichor and fresh grass on the climbing wind. The anticipation of rain is sharp in the air, and the once-Ghost Valley Master finds himself leaning into it with a heavy sigh.

Han Ying’s hand brushes his elbow, then, bold and sure where his next words are surprisingly hesitant. 

“I envy you,” Ying’er murmurs quietly as he slips an arm around Kexing’s waist, trying to smother the sudden confession into the collar of the other man’s robes. Wen Kexing jerks in surprise, but Han Ying’s arms tense as he steels himself - “You’ve seen parts of him that i will never see, have a history with him that I will never know. But I am happy he has you to help him through it.” 

Something bitter sticks in Kexing’s throat. “Han-xiongdi-” he says. 

“You are a comfort to him,” Han Ying continues, pulling himself in closer, his nose cold from the chill in the air as it presses against the hinge of Kexing’s jaw. “I see it, everyday. You bring the light back to his eyes.”

It’s too sudden, too much. 

“A’Ying,” Kexing croaks, his eyes hot and wet. His hand rises to grasp Han Ying’s forearm, slung around his chest. He recalls, with a further flush of hot shame, how little he thought of his xiongdi, of A-Xu’s precious Ying’er, just mere months ago. “I-” 

He feels Han Ying shake his head, and press himself further into Wen Kexing’s back. “Xing-ge,” he mumbles, embarrassed at the endearment even as it spills from his lips, “come home?”

*title of Zhou-furen lovingly appropriated from @fractured-ice’s hanwen fic “spark to a flame” on ao3. Hope you don’t mind, lovely 🙏

this fic (The golden robe. by orange_crushed) is actually so fucking good, it’s like canon divergence post canon, xie’er is emperor, thirty seven, and so so tired, du pusa is still his right hand, zhao jing is still in the paralysis he put him in and he’s trying to get him out, yby has been imprisoned by xie’er for nearly a decade in a tower but he’s still his incorrigible self, xie’er has a baby ✨SON✨ (it’s perhaps like. 1/6 a kid fic. it contains multitudes)

like the world building is so good, the characters are compelling & the power dynamic between yby and xie’er is so crunchy .

also VIOLENCE and GORE

also xie’er POV my love

also it has some really fucking funny moments