#wen kexing fic

[ithappensoffstage]

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.

#word of honor #wenzhou #my fic #every drop of rain #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou fic #shl #art

[taikanyohou]

“Chief of the Ghost Valley, it’s been a while. My ally!” WORD OF HONOR (2021). Episode 35.

#word of honor #wohedit #wohdaily #asiandramasource #cdramasource #cdramanet #cdramaedit #xie wang #wen kexing #* #faiza gifs #PLEASE THEYRE BOTH SO ANNOYING HURFHVEY SEE? THEY'D MAKE A FUCKING GREAT TEAM LMAO #post-canon fics where these 2 have to be .... AMMICABLE ... to each other when yexie go and visit wenzhou? LOVE IT. #the INSULTS #hfhrgf GODDDDD #one more gifset and them my woh rewatch is doneeeee :(((((((((( #ITS BEEN SO MUCH FUN SOOOO SO MUCH FUN !!!!!!!!

[maalidoesart]

watching his moon

#wenzhou #山河令 word of honor #word of honor #shl #tyk #tian ya ke fanart #tian ya ke #tyk fanart #wenzhou fanart #I JUST KNOW THIS SCENE HAPPEND #like sorry but wkx having white hair is tge PERECT excuse for zzs to call him his moon argg #someone write a fic to this plss im begging u #wen kexing #zhou zhisu #art #fanart #drawing #danmei #zhou zishu

[mdzs-fics]

Hi! Do you know any fics where wanxian meet in early childhood, like, before the jian clan took wwx in? I'm new to mdzs and a bit overwhelmed by the amount of fics 😅

Early Wangxian

There are a number of fics out there that have Wei Ying and Lan Zhan meet as children and grow up together. Time-travel of one sort or another is usually involved. Here are three of my favorites.

The Young Masters of Four Seasons Manor by gaotamao 22 chapters, 92k word, complete

I previously reviewed this story here. It is a mix of Módào Zǔshī and the Untamed, as well as Faraway Wanderers and Word of Honor (a quite different tale that was turned into a Chinese drama, well worth watching.) The story involves two Immortals acting as adoptive parents of our two heroes.

It starts with the Universe turning back time 23 years for Reasons. And Immortals taking note.

All will be well when the day is done by abCEE 8 chapter, 86k words, complete

In which Yu Ziyuan has a nightmare of her future life and arranges things so that Jiang Fengmian never finds Wei Ying. Rather than killing the child outright, she dumps Wei Ying's fevered body in Caiyi instead …

I just reread the last chapter. The ending produces tears every time.

The Dreams of Youth by sami 25 chapters, 85k words, complete

Another story in The Same Moon Shines universe, this one starts with a five-year old Lan Zhan aiding his mother's escape from Gusu. From there they go to Yiling to rescue a very young Wei Ying, and eventually end up traveling through Meishan Yu territory, where they meet a matriarch known as "Popo".

Canon and non-canon events ensue.

#mdzs fic recs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #the untamed #word of honor #wei wuxian #lan wangji #lan quiren #wen kexing #zhou zishu #lan yuan #most characters from mdzs

[cryptidafter]

WIP from my Ride Or Die inspired fem!wenzhou AU. It’s Word of Honor verse but probably leans more towards novel characterization because it be like that lol

#my fics #cryptid’s fics #word of honor #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #ride or die #fic wip #still weird posting writing here

[deepestbluesky]

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.”

#wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #shl #my fic #i had the idea 'mao wen is equally as obsessed witgh a xu's shoulderblades but now he can just Be On Them' #and then my brain stopped thinking

[maevionart]

guarded

#describe the way his hands make your skin burn #the way his breath heats up your neck and your insides #the smell of blood lingering in the air #eheheh ao3 reveal when?? #maybe once im more confident in my writing #but if you find corny wenzhou pwp with way too many moon references it's probably my fic #my art #fanart #wen kexing #山河令 word of honor #wenzhou #zhou zishu #tyk #tianyake #priest

[wisedo]

Once a year I write!

Wenzhou AU with shapeshifting and tigers for Mamajo for the DZZS exchange.

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/50929324

#wenzhou #word of honor #faraway wanderers #wen kexing #zhou zishu #zhang chengling #my art #my fic

[chaotic-aro-incarnate]

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.

#word of honor #faraway wanderers #shl #wen kexing #wenzhou #i don't read much gender bending stuff since it's not usually my thing #but I have read a few genderbend fics of wenzhou and have seen both #and honestly I could do a whole presentation about the way gender is used and exists in the story #while zzs is my personal gender envy causer- I am obsessed with wkx's gender as well #gender is a job for zzs and a performance for wkx #anyways just curious to see what y'all think. I don't really have much of a dog in this fight

[hadassahriv]

One-Sentence Fics: TYK

The other half of my long-ago Twitter writing exercise! One-sentence fics: TYK edition.

When they come down from the piercing cold of the mountain into scorching summer heat, Zhou Zishu laughs (alive, alive, alive) and Wen Kexing kisses him just to taste it.

The game is this: a crowded inn, midday, Zhou Zishu making a show of drinking, the lines of his throat, the sensuous curl of fingers around a bottle, an indifferent gaze—for Wen Kexing, restraint.

Neither Wen Kexing nor Zhou Zishu know how to be seen—a lifetime of hiding is a hard habit to break—but together, in the time called after, filling one another’s empty spaces, they learn.

Seeing all five Sacred Mountains is an adventure worthy of the beginning of their life together; if Zhou Zishu finds more pleasure in watching Wen Kexing on horseback, his strong thighs and straight back, that’s no one’s business but his own.

On a frozen mountaintop, Zhou Zishu has a dream: a jianghu town, nowhere in particular, alive and whole—a person, for the first time since childhood, with Wen Kexing learning to be a person alongside him.

It is a difficult thing to become a human again after so many years as a ghost, but traveling the jianghu with Zhou Zishu and Zhang Chengling, alive and free, Wen Kexing thinks that he’s finally getting close.

Melting in an intense summer heat, Zhou Zishu refuses to let Wen Kexing within arm’s reach—don’t even think about it—but there are other games they can play and anticipation is its own reward.

Wen Kexing had never imagined that he would live—that Ghost Valley would not be his ending—and so it is both strange and beautiful when Zhou Zishu holds up a lock of his hair one day to look at a pure white strand, bright in a sea of black.

#tian ya ke #tyk #wenzhou #faraway wanderers #zhou zishu #wen kexing #tyk fics #fics by lelek

[lovelybutt-chan]

Help me find this Wenzhou FIC😭

I was recently re-reading “walk the edge of the sky for me” by yiqie and it reminded me of this other wenzhou fic. It’s also another post-canon, WKX losing his martial arts, recovering fic. He is bed ridden and chengling, Axu , Wuxi and beiyuan are there taking care of him(mostly Axu and chengling). I remember he makes slow progress and eventually Axu/Chengling convince him to go out for stroll in a wheelchair (chengling/Axu pushing him). I remember that one day Chengling takes him to see axu training ppl. While distracted a ghost valley person stabs WKX and WKX managed to kill him with the use of his qi. He shatters his meridians again and he is back to square on. I remember that Axu is really upset so they decide to go back to the snowy mountain so he can fully recover. Last thing I remember is chengling, Gu and cao weining walk them as far as they can stand in the cold weather?? I believe gu/cao is there but I’m not sure anymore.

I went thru all my history and can’t seen to find it. It’s driving me insane. Please if anyone know help a sister out !!

Love yall <3

#wenzhou #word of honor #shan he ling #help me find this fic #wen kexing #zhou zishu #zhang chengling #send help #Woh

[minnarr]

No Shortage of Nights

Rating: M

Relationships: Wen Kexing/Zhou Zishu, Gu Miaomiao & Wen Kexing & Wen Ruyu, Qin Huaizhang & Zhou Zishu, Qin Huaizhang & Wen Kexing

Zhou Zishu smiled. It was pleasant to be transparent to this man, he thought. Weeks of traveling and days in his bed had undone the masks he had spent years fashioning. “I’m thinking we should pay your master a visit.” He watched shock break across Wen Kexing’s face, only to smooth out quickly. “We should?” he said.

Sequel to Millions of Suns Left, where, shortly after Qin Jiuxiao's death, canon Zhou Zishu was thrown into an alternate universe where Wen Kexing is part of Siji Manor and almost everyone who was dead is still alive.

(Yes, that's Han Ye from Legend of Anle. I wanted a Gong Jun who looked more like Siji Disciple!WKX)

#word of honor #word of honor fic #wen kexing #zhou zishu #minnafics #trying something for funsies <3 gifs for my fic

[aiyexayen]

"A-Xu," Wen Kexing says.

He says it too softly, barely shaping his mouth around a word that's more taste than sound, the precious textures of his zhiji's name given over to the sacred susurrus of the night. There isn't room for an echo in the dense drapery over the bed but he hears it anyway; something lingers behind the distant roar of the river and skips between crickets and cicadas to nestle in the innkeeper's midnight hearth.

It's comforting to give this perfect name to the soft places beyond the bed. Comforting to demand that it be repeated again and again until it becomes as inextricable from the world as it is from Wen Kexing's tangled mess of a heart.

And then, in a wave of twisted anxiety, he becomes jealous.

Finding his own mouth with his hand as thin fabric slips down from his wrist, Wen Kexing acknowledges the continued existence of his face in the dark just so he can press fingertips to the smooth curve of his upper lip.

"A-Xu," he feels himself say again, catching the name this time so it stays with him only. If he holds it tight enough, he can keep it forever.

His next inhale smells like shimmering sunlight on old lacuered wood and the tingle of alcohol before a kiss. His breath is warm on his hand, like a throat is warm against squeezing fingers. He holds tighter to the air in his open palm.

The bed dips and blankets twitch as the figure next to him shifts in his sleep. It is not a thin face that stills every muscle then; Wen Kexing simply falls back on instinct--the greatest joke, after all, the greateat secret, is that the master of ghosts is still just a rabbit with blood in his teeth, tensed in his hidden hollow and ready to bite again.

It's a reflex he doesn't need here but he doesn't pretend it away at this time of night. Instead he counts his breaths until he can hear them and whispers himself a shelter against the chill of his drifting thoughts.

"A-Xu."

This time he is wrapped in the enveloping expanse of the impossibly quiet name like bolts of sky-blue silk: bright, analeptic, nearly as forgiving.

The third call acts as a key to the tight band around his chest--or maybe the slow creep of starlit silhouettes on the pattern of the wall has finally cracked him open. Either way his words get caught on the tail end of his zhiji's name and pulled up out of him in a surge of feeling.

"Isn't it funny," he whispers almost soundlessly to the sleeping room, "that monsters can dream? If nightmares are not allowed for people like us then why does sleep elude me like the golden tail of a fish that turns to thorny branches each time I reach out to catch it with both hands?" He closes his eyes and opens them. Not much is different between the two states. "I cannot sleep but I cannot bear to be awake. How dare I waste any chance to lay by your side?"

Especially now that he knows what it's like to be apart from him. If only laying here separated by the barrier of sleep didn't still feel like its own kind of uncrossable distance.

Wen Kexing sighs. It's louder than he intended and he stills for a bit until the discord he stirred up fades back into the rhythm of the night sounds. It gives him time to think, and he finally says, "...even if you say so, I am not a good person. I would have become one for you, I think, if I had met you in time, but it's too late."

Letting the words touch his lips, however translucent and petal-thin they may be, is a kind of release he would surely never allow in the daylight; even this is an unconscionable lapse, but A-Xu makes him new, makes him care, and the risks are half the fun of the game.

The bed shifts again and Wen Kexing lets out a puff of air as an arm thunks across his middle. A-Xu grumbles something unintelligible.

For a split second adrenaline bubbles at the corners of Wen Kexing's awareness. But, no. He was too quiet to hear.

"Lao Wen," A-Xu murmurs in his ear, soft with sleep of his own.

"A-Xu?"

"Sleep."

The sound of his own name in A-Xu's mouth feels safe, whatever else he feels. The chill of adrenaline fades; the arm holding him is warm.

But he says it one more time. Quieter than any time before. He has to; four is inauspicious, of course.

"A-Xu."

The hand draped at his waist darts up to slap against his mouth, but it's late and A-Xu is lazy. It only makes it halfway, gripping softly to Wen Kexing's jaw to shake him roughly a couple times back and forth. He smiles against the palm, fond. "Haoba," he mouths against it and it returns to settle warm at his hip.

A-Xu is close enough now for Wen Kexing to curl up in his scent and so he does, letting himself be coaxed. It is too late, but not too late at rhe same time. A-Xu is here, and A-Xu loves him, and the sun will rise again tomorrow. He can let that be enough.

Sleep is as hard-won as ever--maybe even more difficult, limbs at odd angles to his body like this. But when it finally comes, Wen Kexing blissfully does not dream.

#word of honor #shan he ling #wen kexing #zhou zishu #wenzhou #my fic #my writing

[robininthelabyrinth]

@oneiriad has (1) a birthday and (2) a request for Word of Honor fic + werewolves. Happy birthday!

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“Maybe we should skin him.”

“Lao Wen.”

“What?” Wen Kexing smirked. “I think the old monster would do just right for a fur rug.”

Zhou Zishu resisted the urge to stab. Or bludgeon. Or possibly garotte.

There were a lot of options, and he knew how to do them all.

“Leave Ye Baiyi alone,” he said flatly. “I’m sure he’ll shift back on his own, eventually.”

“Will he?” Wen Kexing very deliberately lifted up one of his feet and used it to poked the still-sleeping, still-wolfshape Ye Baiyi in his side. “With all this mass? It might take a while. Years, possibly.”

Zhou Zishu rolled his eyes, though he did have to admit that Ye Baiyi’s wolfshape was a…particularly impressive one. Most martial artists’ wolfshapes weren’t even as big as an average wolf, coming in more around the size of large dogs – not so surprising if you considered the nature of the transformation and what it required in terms of muscle mass compression – but Ye Baiyi’s wolfshape was about the size of a small elephant. He’d thought he’d imagined it when he’d seen a glimpse last night, when they were all out and about under the full moon, but apparently it was actually that large.

And given that, yes, the transformation took longer the bigger you were, there might be something to Wen Kexing’s comment.

Popular rumor had it that a person’s wolfshape signified the strength of their martial arts. This was likely because you only developed a wolfshape in the first place when your internal arts were strong enough to serve as a basic foundation, and that as a result you wouldn’t be considered a real member of the jianghu if you didn’t have one. That was why regular soldiers didn’t count, but little puppies like Zhang Chengling, who barely knew how to throw a punch, did.

Personally, Zhou Zishu had always thought that those rumors were all a load of bullshit, a way for some people who happened to be blessed through natural variation in size to pat themselves on the back and lord it over other people. Sure, he himself happened to be an especially large specimen, exceeding the usual size by some bit to the point that he was even bulkier than a real-life wolf would be, but that was just luck of the draw, surely?

(Wen Kexing’s wolfshape was about average for a wolf – larger the most people’s for sure, but still a bit more slender and delicate when compared to Zhou Zishu. In that initial moment on the shore of the river, both of them still dripping wet from having been in the water, Zhou Zishu had briefly thought that Wen Kexing would be disappointed by that revelation, which had to be a lot less pleasant than the one about seeing Zhou Zishu’s actual face. Maybe he had been, too, only before he could say anything they’d both had to deal with the sodden state of their clothing by stripping them off and so his only comment about size had referred to another type of natural size variation. One in which he’d turned out to be slightly larger, much to Zhou Zishu’s instinctive annoyance.

Not that Zhou Zishu had been looking on purpose or anything. He was just naturally observant!)

Seeing Ye Baiyi’s monstrous size, though, Zhou Zishu was starting to wonder if he’d been wrong. One couldn’t deny that Ye Baiyi’s martial arts were prodigious, and his wolfshape size seemed equally so – unnaturally so, even. Who’d ever heard of a wolf that large…?

“He’ll shift back once he wakes up,” he said instead. “Also, even if he doesn’t, we’re still not skinning him.”

If either he or Wen Kexing had been normal people, Zhou Zishu might have been able to say something like You do know that skinning a fellow member of the jianghu for his fur is one of the biggest taboos possible, right? with a straight face, but of course they weren’t, either of them. Zhou Zishu couldn’t say it because he wasn’t that much of a hypocrite – he’d done much worse, in his time – and Wen Kexing…well.

He was Wen Kexing.

“But A-Xu, he’d fit so well with all the furniture!” Wen Kexing sniggered. “Look at him: what kind of self-respecting wolfshape has an all-white coat? He’s just being pretentious. White clothing, white coat…”

“You talk as if people pick their wolfshape color,” Zhou Zishu said, rolling his eyes. “It mostly matches your hair, doesn’t it, in the normal course of things?”

“Ah, well, if anyone could do it, it’d be this old monster.”

“No,” Zhou Zishu corrected. “It’d be you, and you’d make sure it matched your outfit.”

That just got Wen Kexing going, of course, going on and on until Ye Baiyi cracked open an eye nearly as large as Zhou Zishu’s human fist and, as his first move following his full moon stupor, tried to bite Wen Kexing’s leg off.

Half-heartedly, in Zhou Zishu’s opinion. For all of Wen Kexing’s considerable martial arts, based on the fight they’d had last time, if Ye Baiyi wanted to cripple Wen Kexing, he didn’t need to wait until he was in wolfshape to do it. And Wen Kexing knew it, too.

Not that that kept him from complaining.

Loudly.

For the entire hour it took Ye Baiyi to shift back.

Zhou Zishu comforted himself by noting that Wen Kexing was at least slightly behaving, in the sense that most of the insults were limited to being about how stupid a white wolf coat looked – presumably because that, at least, was something he wouldn’t ever have to deal with personally.

Not that Wen Kexing’s wolfshape would look bad in white.

Of course, that was more of a problem – Zhou Zhishu didn’t think Wen Kexing looked bad in anything.

Even the stupid stuck-up expression he was currently making while snarling at Ye Baiyi.

“You know what, I’m leaving,” he announced after a while when they showed no sign of stopping even once everyone was two-legged again, each one snapping at the other with their teeth as if they were both still in wolfshape. “I have better things to do than listen to you two flirt.”

The looks of horror on both their faces was completely worth it.

#word of honor #wen kexing #zhou zishu #ye baiyi #my fic #my fics #please excuse anything OOC #I haven't watched this show in a long while #I tried!

[orchisailsa]

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

#山河令 #shl #word of honor #wenzhou #han ying #xie wang #wen kexing #zhou zishu #my fic

[cryptidafter]

someone tell me why I wrote this and what I'm supposed to do with it lol

#cryptid's thoughts #cryptid's fics #something something the unspoken ways people show their love vs. coming face-to-face with your own mortality #I have a lot of thoughts about ZZS regaining his sense of self & rediscovering the joys of living while he's dying #idk there's something really compelling to me about his journey - how he goes from incredibly driven to the point of ruthlessness #to realizing that he's made grave mistakes that he can't take back #so he chooses death as his punishment and decides his last remaining years will be dedicated to doing good deeds #only to meet someone who's just like him and be faced with the mortifying ordeal of being loved in spite of what he's done #grappling with this deep regret while coming to the realization that he wants to live #can he live after what he's done and should he allow himself to? #is he deserving of love? #idk how any of this factors into what I wrote... #actually I do but the getting there is my least favorite part about writing lol #could I write a multi-chapter story about it? maybe. Do I want to? absolutely not #fic wip #tian ya ke #zhou zishu #wen kexing #wenzhou #frankencanon but only bc zzs losing some of his senses is very poignant for me