#. ⚝ : 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽.

[fengyas]

@𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 sent: yang-yang always here to kiss the most handsome husband in the world ! ♡

        « papa! »

        the joyful cries of children echoed in the quietness of the night before he could even reach the brightly-lit wooden platform of the porch. from a distance away, a little boy about the age of six and his older sister, who looked no older than nine, both ran toward him at the speed of light. they were the children wen kexing had brought home to xue yang from the market; the two monkeys that they'd adopted as theirs – xiao huan and haoran.         hooked around his legs and waist, haoran was already affectionately nuzzling the robes around his belt, as if his face couldn't be buried deep enough into him to get his affection. clinging onto his right arm, however, his sister xiao huan had very different intentions: instead of his affection, it was his time that she requested. and she spared no time reminding him the promise he had made of teaching her a brand new martial art technique before going out earlier that day.

        wen kexing had a particular fondness for children. these two seemed to know it all too well, since they now dared to make cute little eyes at him, as compared to the first time they had met. if not for the fact that xue yang had interjected to ask them to give him space, he would've probably entertained these two without complaining. for that exact reason, wen kexing took a minute to look at xue yang, a fond smile etching his lips in thanks.

        this was when he realised: that he had yet to kiss his wife.

        whether or not this was his way to remind him that he had forgotten something, wen kexing had no intention to leave him hanging. as soon as the two siblings let go of him, his arm came to wrap itself around xue yang's waist, his lips tenderly pressing against his forehead, followed by the temples, until their lips came into contact for a much, much longer time.

        and only after pulling away did wen kexing whisper. “a'yang, i'm home.”

#saccharot #.・ 𝄂 𝄂 𝄂 𝒗. ❪ 下界 ❫ * 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝖼𝗋𝗈𝗌𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖾𝗌. #. ⚝ : 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. #first time mentioning the kiddos sobs.

[fengyas]

@𝐜𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐜𝐬 sent: [ full screenshots: 1, 2. ]

        sharp nails leisurely tapping on the stony armchair of his royal seat in complete detachment, a cheek nonchalantly pressed in the palm of his hand as he listened to the last report of the day with only one ear, wen kexing seemed to notice in passing that the raucous little girl who usually accompanied him everywhere and talked his ears off all day had not shown up from the first hour in the morning to the very last hour of the evening. although he wasn't exactly looking for her for a specific reason, this was a very strange occurrence to say the least.

        but even after making that observation, wen kexing put no more thought into it than he did to the report from his lackey, who was still kneeling in front of him, waiting for his approbation to leave while his gaze fixated on the ground as if fearing that if he looked a little too high, he would incur the wrath of a demon that fed on the souls of living people. the mere sight of it almost gave him a headache, and it took no less than a second for him to wave his hand and utter a you may leave.

        after that, he went to sit on the table next to the window, with his long, red robes trailing behind him like the feathers of a peacock. while he sat to pour himself a cup of wine, he caught sight of gu xiang, who had just made a return, passing by the lackey who'd just finished his report a few minutes ago. she seemed to be hiding something behind her back, and categorically refused to show what it was unless he gave her the permission to sit with him. so naturally, wen kexing agreed.

        only then did gu xiang position a plate of funny-looking lumps of… food, on the table. had this come from anyone else, he would've undeniably interpreted this as a bold attempt at murder in broad daylight without any ounce of shame, and by now, head and limbs would be flying everywhere, blood splashing on the cold floor like an ominous crimson painting on the walls. and while usually, he would never mince his words on the looks of something – or someone, for that matter – he had noticed the cuts and bruises all over her hands as she put the plate in front of him.

        after all, it was hard not to notice such a thing.

        so wen kexing quietly picked up the chopsticks sitting on the plate, listening to her long-winded explanation on how she had made this herself, how safe it was to eat and how he couldn't refuse it, while cutting a piece of whatever-this-was the cake, that he reluctantly slowly brought to his lips. after chewing for a while, he could efficiently say that the taste wasn't too bad; there were hints of nuts and black sesame, a taste that he liked, but it was slightly too sugary for him — to say nothing of the shape of those cakes. obviously, she had gotten some help for this, or else it would've been way worse on the tongue. she wasn't a cook, after all. and he could tell that it'd taken a great deal of effort and will for her to do this.

        and he wasn't mean enough to criticise that. so instead, he said. “it's not bad,” the truth, simply. “but you know i don't celebrate my birthday, why would you go out of your way to make these? isn't that the very proof that you love me enough?” as words came out of his mouth, the ghost of a self-confident smile emerged on his lips, the urge to tease her suddenly blooming in his heart like the buds of a flower.

#caelestcs #. ⚝ : 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. #温客行 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. #months late but thank you for this. she's soooo cute. :< #long post /

[fengyas]

@𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬-𝐨𝐟-𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 sent: [ full screenshot ]

        of the many places wen kexing liked to spend time at, it was often under a big oak tree that kept his skin from burning like crayfish under the rays of the sun that he was likely to be found, with a book of compiled poetry of all kinds in one hand and a fruit in the other. sometimes, it was a big, juicy fruit like apples or loquats. and sometimes, it was something a little bit smaller, like raisins, blueberries or even tangerine cloves.         today, wen kexing was again sitting underneath his favourite tree, but unlike the other times, he appeared to be deep in thoughts, his legs crossed and the palm of his right hand resting on his knee, while the fingers of his left hand rubbed the curve of his chin, obviously uncertain about what to do with himself.         in front of him, an unusual and significant amount of… gifts, if one could call them that way, sat on the grass above a large piece of fabric that one could guess to be quite expensive from the textile alone. from the most simple objects to the most intricate ones, all of them had been gifted to him at very different times of the day. could it be that they were congratulating him on his birthday?

        no, impossible.         wen kexing didn't usually celebrate his birthday and he had no need nor space for all of these gifts; if anything, they were just adding onto the heavy pile he carried with him. then could it be that those people all happened to be generous on this particular day? no, this couldn't be it either. all that he knew was that these gifts were all slightly too cumbersome, and that he would need a hand to carry these back home.

        naturally, he had also sensed the familiar presence of tantai jin behind him, he was used to his very peculiar way of ‘wanting-to-stay-as-quiet-and-unnoticeable-as-it-is-humanely-possible’ and he wasn't surprised in the slightest when a small object in the shape of a walnut was placed on top of his head. but he didn't mind it.

        “ah, there you are. just in time! do you have use for any of these? wait, did you just call me uncle again? aiya, how many times do i have to tell you? it's ge for you, ge!”

#dreams-of-fate #. ⚝ : 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽. #温客行 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑. #this is so late i'm so sorry thank you for sending this in. <3