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truthofself · 2 years

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001 .PROMISES.

dejun reacts to finding out he has a soulmate. ╰─▸ ❝ buy me a ko-fi

Dejun never understood the concept of soulmates if he were to be honest. Let alone why they were titled oath keepers and oblivions. Even when there’s an entire 4 week class in schools upon entering the age of maturity where they explain concepts such as that of soulmates, and why they shouldn’t be scared when they find their mark or match. But even with that 4 weeks of classes, and doing projects and being forced fed the information of it. Dejun was still taken back one day when he was just walking home from work, and felt a slight sting right over his right shoulder blade.

That could only mean one thing, Xiao Dejun was an oathkeeper, and his oblivion was in the area. But there was no way, that he’d even try to look for them. Fate would most likely have them cross paths again. And who’s soulmate is just going to be casually walking the street at 9pm on a school night? Unless they were in a similar case to Dejun, working after school for late hours, before going home to study until late hours to wake up for a 10am lecture, and just repeat the cycle daily. But for now, Dejun would just pretend nothing changed, that his back wasn’t now marked with what he could assume was most likely some colourful pretty tattoo that his soulmate would have a matching one when they made physical contact. He shivered a bit at the idea, meeting his soulmate so soon, he was only nineteen. The last thing he wanted right now was that.

He tried not to not let it bother him, as he kept his hands in his pockets, continued his walk home, bag bouncing against his side as he stepped, if fate was really intending for him to meet his soulmate, his oblivion so soon, then he was sure he’d meet the person again soon. But the idea of meeting them still lingered in his head, and he found himself often checking behind him or around him, watching people looking for anyone who could be it. But never once did he find anyone, who gave him the vibe of being his soulmate. No pretty girls, no one.

And deep down, he was okay with that, smiling softly to himself when he finally arrived back at his parents home for the night. Unlocking the front door, Dejun took a step in quickly slipping off his sneakers and not even bothering to put on his slippers, just stepping further into the home in his socks, trying to be a bit quiet as he figured his mother would already be asleep as he walked by the clock in the living room that chimed half-past eleven. He cursed softly when the chime went off, being a bit started and stumbling a bit over his feet. Dejun glared at the clock across the room before huffing and continuing his journey to his bedroom.He always forgot how long the walk home was, but it helped him clear his mind for classes the following day and stay in shape, so he didn't mind the long distance home or having to walk it. But what he did mind, was the colourful, tattoo on his shoulder when he was changing his clothes. The picture of a small dragon wrapped a flowers stem, was vibrant and the skin around it pink.

Whoever was matched him, is going to hate this tattoo, because Dejun hates it. CHAPTERS: 001 |

#xiaoyang #yangyang #xiaojun #xiao dejun #liu yangyang #xiaoyang fic #fanfic #xiaoyang fanfic #fanfiction #kpop #wayv #nct #nct u #nct v #nct vision #vfabron #soulmate au #soulmate

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wayvcod · 2 months

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— se esse bar fechar (ele não vem!) ☆

uso pessoal (wayvcod)

eu fiz essa capa como teste, queria testar algo no estilo de uma capa de revista e gostei demais do resultado e acabei fazendo uma história

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pannpann0 · 6 months

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you’re the one that I got

xiaoyang, < 500 words, rated T

vague high school au, inspired by no one but you/no one but you + invincible track mv (stream besties), purely #vibes

“Everyone thinks I got in a fight.” Yangyang grins, shameless. He clearly thinks the lingering bruises look cool.

Dejun rolls his eyes, steadying Yangyang’s cast in his grip, across his knees. “Everyone thinks you got the shit beat out of you.”

“I fought back.” A shrug in Yangyang’s voice, a toothy smile pointed to the sky. Dejun’s too deep in concentration to humor him further. He’s tracing a long Sharpie line around the curves of get well messages scribbled along the length of Yangyang’s forearm, crammed by the stiff crook of his elbow, down to Guanheng’s giant H.A.G.S splattered multicolor in the center.

He breaks off the line from there— a new one shoots off to Yangyang’s wrist, somewhere where Kun’s admonishing scribble would be, somewhere in the world he is, instead. Another rounds down right beneath Yangyang’s wrist, where Ten’s neat block letters would rest. From there, he could probably draw out lines from any which way, to new points that will branch again like ink bleeding on the plaster, Yangyang’s veins underneath. Wherever the two of them are right now, it probably beats sitting back home here in the old stomping grounds, but Dejun thinks they would enjoy it here today, at least. After class, light rain, cool concrete, a clean earth scent. Yangyang’s shaggy hair splayed out on the makeshift sleeping bag beside Dejun, like a wild orange dandelion. Sicheng’s line stops right at the edge of the cast, where fading scars Yangyang’s knuckles peek out under.

Soon enough, Yangyang’s own line will shoot off somewhere, now that he’s realized something beyond abandoned buildings nestled in overgrown grass. Dejun’s has his own ready to form, pooled in the tip of his pen. There’s no actual space left to map its path.

“Man, you’re kinda fucking my shit up.” Yangyang’s head lifts to the side, inspecting Dejun’s handiwork. He lifts his arm, so Dejun’s grasp can slip down his slender fingers.

Yangyang never asks for anything directly. He pushed every classmates’ well wishes to the corners of his cast to make room for Dejun’s own whims. He curls those fingers inwards then, so Dejun won’t let go. And he would not ask Dejun to follow where he goes, every one of Dejun’s secrets and dreams and half-formed thoughts heavy in the pocket of his uniform joggers.

He needs someone to connect his line halfway instead, for Dejun to look into his eyes, and press his lips on Yangyang’s scars, his joints, the tips of his fingers, where x marks the spot.

#xiaoyang #yangxiao #nct fanfic #nct fic #wayv fic #wayv fanfic #bringing back livejournal-esque drabbles in honor of wayv’s throwback era

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wiwitty · 4 years

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৵ estações em que te conheci

📅 25/08/2020

💎 capa adotada

Primeira vez mexendo minimamente com luzes. Marco registrado. *u*

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hwallstars · 3 years

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🦋 𝐄𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤, 𝐟𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐞 𝐞𝐮𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐮𝐭 📅 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟎 — 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐞̂ 𝐨𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞́𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬.

#xiaojun #yangyang #xiaoyang #wayv #nct #capa fanfic #capa spirit #capa divertida #spirit fanfics #dejun

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kodalindissima · 4 years

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ranking!

se inspirou? credite!

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moonibox · 3 years

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03.01 — 𝒴𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑦𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑣𝑎 𝑎𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑥𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑑𝑜

capa para futura doação. insp: @sehunmyeon

#xiaoyang #xiaojun #yangyang #wayv #capa divertida #capa para fanfic #capa de fic #spirit fanfics #social spirit #capa social spirit #capa para social spirit #capa de spirit

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ohhmydyosfics · 3 years

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(Xiaoyang) recitation

Yangyang first hears him around 11:00 PM one night, muffled above his bed.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28736754

#recitation #Xiaoyang #Xiaojun #Dejun #Yangyang #NCT #NCT U #WayV #fanfic #oneshot #cute #fluffy

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xraex · 3 years

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Masterlist

NCT AUs

Great Minds Think Alike || Chensung

The Mind Electric || Norenmin (np)

Shatter Me || Markhyuck

The Pure Hearted One || Dream (np)

Villainous || Xiaohenyang

Note: all are available on wattpad and/or ao3 @/xRae so if none of the links work (they probably don’t), you can always find them 😎👍.

#nct #wayv #gay #fanfic #nct ships #scififantasy #horror #fantasy #action #adventure #chensung #markhyuck #xiaoyang #henyang

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seonghwa-things · 4 years

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Just A Party

This is part 3! Part 1 | Part 2

Warnings: kinda angsty, like one swear

“It’s just a party. Don’t worry too much about it.”

De Jun looked over at his roommate. “It’s not that simple, Sicheng.”

He thought his friend had it easy - Sicheng was tall and thin. Everything fit him perfectly. He didn’t have to try to look good.

And his ex wasn’t attending the party.

“Are you seriously still hung up on that?” Sicheng sighed, stepping toward De Jun and fixing his collar. “Tonight’s about Kun, yeah?”

“Yeah. I’ll just be a couple minutes,” he said, turning to his mirror.

“I’ll go start the car.”

De Jun nodded, running his fingers through his years. After four years, Kun had successfully earned his degree. And after four years, De Jun still yearned for Yang Yang. Stupid.

Tonight was about Kun, and De Jun was determined for it to stay that way.

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As he stepped into the house, De Jun was overwhelmed. Lights flashed, music boomed, and the smell of alcohol tainted the air. You know, the usual. Unusual though, was some kid hanging upside down off the stairs, and a dude dressed as Santa (it was April).

Sicheng disappeared quickly into the crowd, leaving De Jun alone in the doorway.

“Damn it,” he muttered.

Glancing around the room, he figured out the quickest route to the kitchen. One that included the least amount of people.

The kitchen was empty as he entered it, most people socializing in the living room. De Jun poured himself a glass of water, not being much of a drinker himself. He usually avoided parties.

“Since when does Kun have so many friends?” he sighed, leaning against the counter. He didn’t understand how people could be so social. In the last four years, De Jun had had a couple close friends (Sicheng and Yukhei), and some acquaintances (Kun and Guanheng). Even then, he only saw Yukhei every couple weeks, and Sicheng more often, but just because they lived together. His mother had told him that growing distant was just a part of growing up. It was starting to seem like she was right.

De Jun wondered if he should join the crowd, if anyone (besides Sicheng) even knew he was here. He supposed he should at least congratulate Kun before he left.

So he walked out of the kitchen, immediately running into someone. He was thankful that it was Yukhei. They exchanged quick greetings, and Yukhei lead De Jun to the room that Kun was in.

“Is he here yet?” De Jun asked Yukhei, as quietly as he could while still being heard over the music.

Yukhei shook his head. “They’re coming in about an hour if you wanna socialise and get out before then.”

“Thanks,” De Jun smiled. Yukhei and Sicheng were opposites regarding De Jun’s feelings. Yukhei respected his emotions, while Sicheng often told him to get over it. De Jun appreciated both.

It wasn’t like De Jun hadn’t seen Yang Yang in a long time - they’d hung out as a group just last week. He was just never prepared.

Some nights were better than others, and De Jun was able to handle it. Sometimes it was like he’d never liked Yang Yang in the first place. And then he’d be alone, and his mind would wander.

He thought he was stupid for having this crush for so long, especially when he’d been treated so poorly. But he’d never gone more than two weeks without seeing Yang Yang, so he’d not really had the chance to get over it.

De Jun shook his head clear, and made his way over to Kun, giving him a hug, and a congratulations. He sat nearby for a while, listening in on the conversations. He learnt quickly that: Kun was moving away to go to grad school, Guanheng had a girlfriend, and that Yukhei was getting a dog. Apparently he’d missed a lot.

Missing things was all he seemed to do now.

***

Yang Yang and Ten arrived separately.

Ten arrived quarter past nine, already drunk. He greeted everyone but De Jun. They hadn’t been on good terms for a long time. De Jun wasn’t phased by it. Ten was barely civil sober.

Yang Yang didn’t show up until almost eleven. And seemingly without a drop of alcohol in his system. He was quieter than normal, but De Jun was certain he had some sort of reason. Maybe he didn’t want to outshine Kun tonight.

De Jun watched Yang Yang’s mood brighten as he started interacting with others. Somehow Yang Yang got along with everyone, stranger and friend alike. De Jun wished he could be like that.

Letting Yang Yang take over the bulk of the conversation, De Jun sunk back into his chair, wondering if he should get himself ready to go. As the night progressed, Yang Yang and Ten would likely fill the room with PDA, and De Jun definitely wasn’t in the mood to see that.

He let himself fall farther into his chair as Yang Yang sat on the arm of it. De Jun was almost certain Yang Yang hadn’t even processed that he was sitting there (the boy was so wrapped up in his story), but he didn’t want to engage in a conversation. Not tonight.

Yang Yang sitting on the arm of the chair quickly turned into Yang Yang squishing himself beside De Jun in the seat. De Jun hadn’t even been acknowledged yet, but he was practically being sat on.

“Dude...seriously?” he finally spoke up, earning Yang Yang’s attention.

“What?” Yang Yang started. “Oh shit, uh, sorry,” he said, clearly noticing their proximity. “I can move, there just aren’t exactly a lot of seats. I didn’t mean to like, fall onto you.”

“It’s okay. I was gonna go get some air anyway.” De Jun removed himself from the situation, finding his way onto Kun’s back porch.

He slumped against the railing, taking a deep breath. The air was refreshing, and didn’t taste of stale liquor. He was thankful for that. The music was slightly muffled behind the closed door, and for a moment, he felt like he could think clearly.

Was Yang Yang actually unaware of who was sitting in that seat? Or was he trying to push it? Maybe he thought that they were closer than De Jun felt them to be.

De Jun tesnsed when he heard the door open, but kept himself facing the trees in the backyard. It was probably just someone coming out for a smoke.

“Jun..?”

De Jun spun around. Yang Yang was standing barely two steps away from him.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable,” Yang Yang continued. “I thought we were, well, closer now, and that me trying to act a little more casual around you would be okay.”

Nodding, De Jun tried to find his words. “No, it’s fine, I just..” he paused. “You took me by surprise is all. Didn’t think that was something that Ten would be okay with.”

Yang Yang’s face morphed into one of confusion. “Why would Ten care?”

“Well aren’t you guys-’

“We broke up like a month ago.”

“Oh.” De Jun froze. Yang Yang and Ten had still been pretty close when they hung out last week. “What happened?”

“He’s moving across the country. I’m not good with distance,” Yang Yang shrugged. “I wanted to tell you first, but I felt like you wouldn’t want to hear it," he hesitated over his next choice of words. "Why don’t we talk anymore?”

De Jun grimaced. “Because Ten told you I was changing you.”

“I guess I was pretty blindsided.”

Yang Yang laughed awkwardly, running his hands through his hair. De Jun couldn’t take his eyes off him.

They stood in silence for longer than De Jun would’ve liked.

“I’m gonna go back inside,” De Jun started.

Yang Yang quickly grabbed his wrist. “Stay. I-” he fumbled. “Can we start over?”

De Jun hesitated, but found a smile growing onto his face. “Yeah. I’d like that.”

#xiaoyang #xiaojun #yangyang #ten #winwin #hendery #lucas #kun #kpop #nct #wayv #fanfic #my writing #prose

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dukkickit · 4 years

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perdido nas gotas dos anéis de Saturno;

#xiaoyang #xiaojun #yangyang #wayv #capa fanfic #capa fanfic romântica #itsdukkie #spirit fanfics #design simples

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pannpann0 · 1 year

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untitled xiaoyang fic, 1.2k+ words, rated T

fluff, very loosely inspired by this

Yangyang had heard Dejun’s footsteps in the dark behind him, sometime after around midnight that night, when the evening wound down and Yangyang was finally over trying to call Dejun’s attention over from Renjun’s kitchen to the living room, for whatever reason, and being ignored, for whatever reason.

Yangyang was half-awake at that point but he pressed tighter against the couch he had passed out on at some point. He wasn’t ready to stop being bratty about being slighted— wasn’t ready for Dejun to either shake and nag him out of tonight’s cold war, or maybe, for Dejun to simply kick him awake and not even recognize it taking place at all. Yangyang didn’t know which would be worse.

He felt Dejun looming above him then, and Yangyang screwed his eyes shut tighter to will his presence away. He heard him tiptoe over lumps snoring on the floor— Guanheng among them, no doubt— and hoped Dejun would just cut his losses trying to corral everyone home and let them face the hungover consequences as a team tomorrow, in the safety of Renjun’s living room, before Renjun took it upon himself to kick everyone out.

Dejun seemed to consider it in a space of three slow breaths, in and out. Yangyang had no clue what else Dejun could have been thinking about at that moment, leaned down close enough that Yangyang could feel them brush against his cheek. He let out his own in tandem, controlled to keep up the facade of still being asleep— direct his attention to that one point of focus, and nothing else. His back was uncomfortably warm. The rest of him was as warm a moment after.

“Slob.” He heard Dejun mutter above him finally. Yangyang almost blew his cover then to snort out a retort, and maybe, after, some thanks for the blanket Dejun had just draped over him. It was fucking freezing that night.

He really almost blew his cover entirely in a swift span of a second where fingers brushed his unkempt fringe back and something pressed against the bare skin of his temple. A kiss.

Yangyang’s mind didn’t entirely register that until the next day, not long after Renjun did, indeed, kick them all out. The rest of him had caught on quick, when he laid rigid and wide-awake for half the night after the fact.

—

It took Yangyang a couple more days to think back on the night with a clearer mind, and come to terms with the fact that he was still currently wrestling the after-effects of. A forehead kiss. At 22 years old. The kind his grandmother would give him now. Two weeks after continued contemplation, Yangyang doesn’t think he even thought about the first time he had actual, adult sex for this long.

Because of this, Yangyang doesn’t consult any of their friends about this, opting instead to recreate the conversations that would take place in his mind in stunning detail: Ten’s own slobbery attempt at one-upping Dejun, Guanheng’s semi-ironic “Well, what’s a little smooch between bros anyway?—”, Sicheng’s silence on the matter. Kun’s brow quirked incredulously— “You’re panicking. Over a forehead kiss. From Dejun.” Which Yangyang would have nothing to argue against. Out of the entire group, this type of old-fashioned motherly affection would lay aptly in Dejun’s territory.

But Dejun is not motherly with Yangyang. That’s always been reserved more for underclassmen, his beloved Bella, and Guanheng. Yangyang wouldn’t think twice about his specific type of affection from Ten. He probably wouldn’t even blink too hard at it from Guanheng, if they were drunk enough.

But Dejun’s always cared for Yangyang in different ways. Ways that Yangyang’s always felt put them on equal footing, despite the one year-difference. Where Dejun would command a certain level of seniority with anyone else, he’s let Yangyang get away with a certain level of familiarity from day one, partnered together for some boring gen-ed class Yangyang can’t even entirely remember the subject of at this point.

The only thing he does remember is paying for some cheap sandwiches for the two when Dejun had forgotten his wallet, the way his eyes rolled fondly at how smoothly Yangyang flashed $5 dollars for the two, letting Yangyang puff out his chest a bit at it all— special treatment, Yangyang teased publically between them and everyone else. Indulged in thinking, enjoying, privately, maybe.

Either way— Dejun’s definitely never kissed any part of Yangyang, until that night. And Yangyang should’ve been offended by the sudden action, if anything, at being so— infantilized! They were equals! Yangyang’s a good inch taller and bench-pressing a good 50 on him at this point— he should be kissing Dejun, if anything!

“Dude, are you good?” Guanheng asks, two steps away from unleashing the Heimlich maneuver on Yangyang after he choked on his drink in his room.

Later that night of the two of them hanging out, a measly two beers in, Yangyang decides to press an experimental, sloppy kiss on Guanheng’s cheek— “AWW, my dear Liu Yangyang, what the fuck’s your problem—“ and he does not experience a crisis. Guanheng pats Yangyang’s hair after that the way Dejun would too, after a night of casual drinking, at the point of the festivities where Yangyang usually likes to bask in some attention, and it’s nice as always, except now Yangyang is forced to consider the character of the touch. Guanheng’s physical affection, always warm and free-flowing. Dejun’s measured, sincere, fleeting.

The kiss so casual in stark contrast, so specifically warm still, on the spot at Yangyang's temple as he’s brushing his teeth later that night. It could perhaps only mark a shift in their relationship, towards something more outwardly, commonly affectionate. It’s a possible direction that leaves the rest of Yangyang cold, in even newer, more frustrating ways he can’t place.

—

Months later, when Yangyang is in a familiar spot on Renjun’s couch, and there’s a familiar presence bearing down on him in the dark, Yangyang opens his eyes wide before he can stop himself. He relishes a little in Dejun’s own eyes widened, a hand clutching a blanket trailing atop Yangyang’s shoulder, the other hovered above a familiar spot on Yangyang’s head. He regrets it immediately after— what the hell is he supposed to say now.

“‘Sup.” He settles on.

“Hey,” Dejun whispers back. This night is much warmer than the last, with just a temperate breeze coming in through a crack in the window. There’s only familiar snoring around them, the hum of the fridge not far in the kitchen, and slow, controlled breathing. It brushes against Yangyang’s cheeks and eyelashes. His own eyes wide open track Dejun’s eyelashes fluttering just as slowly. He’s warm.

“Can’t sleep? Grandma?” Dejun snorts then, not unfondly, dropping the blanket unceremoniously on Yangyang’s shoulder.

“Just making sure you don’t freeze to death, but alright.” Dejun moves back until he’s just a silhouette in the dark now, wrapped in his own blanket next to Yangyang at the foot of the couch. No one around them stirs, it’s so quiet.

“Not even cold anymore.” Yangyang bites back. Then, “Thanks, though.”

“Mm.” Three more breaths, and Dejun’s settled in the quiet now too. Somewhere, sometime, passing in the dark, Yangyang can only feel his own fingers slip out from under his blanket to reach out into it. They wander until they pause, just above Dejun’s temple, brushed against a soft lock of hair before the rest of Yangyang’s senses catch up and they’re snatched back, up and under. Yangyang sleeps well enough after, better than the night months before, and he experiences no crisis— just a nagging, persistent feeling that settles in the quiet for now.

#xiaoyang #yangxiao #nct fic #nct fanfic #unfortunately less funny than the screenshot but still enjoyable hopefully lol #wayv fic #wayv fanfic

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pannpann0 · 9 months

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untitled xiaoyang fic #2, ~900 words, rated T

gender/sex swap au (barely), ranma 1/2 inspired (barely .) au where yy would have c cups. very silly

For all things considered, Yangyang thought he had kind of gotten the sweet end of the deal.

Bro’s trip to the countryside: cheap booze (sweet), cheaper weed (SWEET), beautiful scenery and the strengthening bond between him and the homie Guanheng (nice, or whatever), and Guanheng even let him drive his car the entire way over.

Then there was the whole falling into the cursed hot springs on a tour thing (it’s over).

But neither of them had drowned at least, so they shook it off well enough until back at the inn, where Yangyang took the shower first and discovered the cursed part of the whole thing.

“Okay, wait,” Guanheng stammered out, eyes covered very gentlemanly, actually. “Lemme go find out what I got then real quick.” And in the timespan between this and a mid-sized panda floundering out of the bathroom, Yangyang checked out his new “cursed” form in the mirror and came to the conclusion: Girl-him was kind of hot (we’re so back?).

-

His internal gloating only lasted until the end of the trip however. The two of them got back home to the city and Guanheng almost immediately flipped the whole turning-into-a-panda-with-cold-water thing into a lucrative at-home photo-op business while Yangyang got slapped with an ultimatum from his parents— reduced rent on an apartment, courtesy of them, on the following conditions:

1) 3.0 GPA at uni minimum.

2) Part-time job on top of that.

3) Dad’s old college roommate’s son’s gotta be his roommate now.

That’s how he got stuck living with Xiao Dejun, who, for someone who’s apparently stuck in the same boat as Yangyang with limited housing options outside of this, has acted like he’d rather die than ever have to interact with his new roomie beyond Venmo-ing his half of rent every end of the month.

Yet even then, it could be worse. Having something of a near-death experience on vacation opened Yangyang’s eyes to a new lease on life. He’s got to get his shit together. He’s pulled his GPA up already from library and study hall stints in-between his not one, but two part-time jobs: the guy taking Guanheng Panda’s pics for Instagram, and the girl passing out club promo flyers at the mall.

He even passed out a flier to Dejun today, to which Dejun turned up his nose and narrowed his eyes, pointedly away from Yangyang’s exposed cleavage. What a gentleman.

“Don’t do that again,” Dejun says in lieu of hey, or how are you even, when he gets back to the apartment later in the evening.

“God Dejun, you’re so— sex-negative or whatever,” Yangyang swings his legs up off the back of the couch, long as they are in guy-form too. He stifles back the giggle when Dejun pointedly looks away again and sits up-right for the lecture he’ll take in stride as penance. It is way too fun to fuck around with Dejun in this way. “See, I pay attention in Gender and Sexuality studies too.” Yangyang grins.

“I am not,” Dejun puffs out his chest— he’s very proud of the steady B he has in that class. “I just know you only approached me to mess around with me. Quit it.”

“I think you wouldn’t even be this bothered by it to begin with if you just gave in to the tension you have with her.” Yangyang shrugs.

“With you.”

“Me?” Yangyang gasps, a demure hand on his chest.

“That’s not— there’s no tension, and she is you—!” Yangyang reaches over with a pat on Dejun’s shoulder as a truce. No more messing with him tonight. Dejun’s red-face and sputtering still but he seems to accept it once he quiets down.

Dejun actually letting Yangyang touch him in any way at all has been a recent development, an improvement on things. It’s clearly not dependent on whatever form either, as Yangyang had once suspected. Dejun had just seemed so…put off by Yangyang essence entirely, from the get-go.

Yangyang can’t say it didn’t hurt his feelings a bit. He wasn’t too thrilled with the living arrangement thrust upon them three months ago either. But there had been something about Dejun anyway, that didn’t make Yangyang want to retreat into an introverted little corner, tail between his legs.

When Yangyang comes out of the shower a little later, back in boy-form, to a steaming bowl of stew left on the kitchen table, the feeling squeezes somewhere in his chest, just a little.

“Dejun, let’s play something together,” Yangyang calls out from the kitchen sink, washing up.

“Don’t get me wet— stop.” Dejun grumbles at Yangyang’s ever-widening grin, shaking out his shaggy wet hair. He hands him a Switch controller anyway. This is definitely the closest Yangyang gets to Dejun, at this point, a quivering little space between their shoulders as they play Mario Kart together now on the couch, occasionally.

It’s been weighing on Yangyang a bit lately, the physicality of that space. Guy or girl, Dejun’s eyes flick away. From annoyance at first, he knew. But now, from just barely catching dark eyes, framed with heavy lashes, skimming across damp skin, the flushed column of Yangyang’s neck?

-

“Dude, you’re actually doing me such a solid right now.” Yangyang jumps a little, just to let them jiggle, just a little. There’s certain things shifting between them lately in their small little apartment, he knows, but. Old habits die hard, what can he say? “They check the trashcans to see if I’ve been dumping these things out.”

“Shut up,” Dejun responds, red-faced, taking the flyer anyway.

#xiaoyang #yangxiao #nct fic #nct fanfic #wayv fic #wayv fanfic #gender/sex swap

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ohhmydyosfics · 3 years

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(Xiaoyangdery) do you believe in magic?

“Xiaojun called this a date, right? It can’t be a real date though,” Yangyang feels his shoulders level and his body deflate in disappointment. “because he likes Hendery. And I like Hendery, too.”

“You also like Xiaojun.”

“That’s true.. But, Xiaojun doesn’t like me because he likes Hendery. Essentially, I’m just the odd middleman who fell for two pearly white smiles and two pairs of gorgeous eyes.” And again, Yangyang remembers just how hopeless this situation is for him.

(or, Yangyang is a lovestruck witch who just happens to harbor severe crushes on both the curious and adorable mortal Hendery, and devastatingly handsome earth witch Xiaojun. The only problem? They're best friends, and the two already clearly like each other.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21043763

#do you believe in magic?#Xiaoyangdery #Henyang #Xiaodery #Xiaoyang #Xiaojun #Dejun #Hendery #Kunhang #Guanheng #Yanyang #NCT #NCT U #WayV #fanfic #oneshot #cute #fluffy #pining #witches

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ohhmydyosfics · 3 years

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(Xiaoyang) one hop this time

Yangyang really wanted to punch whoever said falling in love was easy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20991677

#one hop this time #Xiaoyang #Xiaojun #Dejun #Yangyang #NCT #NCT U #WayV #fanfic #oneshot #cute #fluffy #college AU #roommates

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ohhmydyosfics · 3 years

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(Xiaoyang) Good Intentions

In which they both make the right decision and proceed with the wrong choice.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26444995

#Good Intentions #Xiaoyang #Xiaojun #Dejun #Yangyang #NCT #NCT U #WayV #fanfic #cute #fluffy #angsty #friends to lovers

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