Fanxing/Kray Drabbles (16-20)
Fanxing/Kray Drabbles (11-15)
Playmate | domestic au | 603w
“You think he’ll like it?” Yixing asks for the nth time as he waits with Yifan outside of their son’s school.
“He’ll love it.” Yifan pets the curled up fur on Yixing’s lap, its chocolate brown color reminiscent of Yixing’s old brunette shade.
They spot their son coming out of the school gates and Yixing braces himself before snuggling the animal closer to his body. Yifan opens the door for him and they both wait for the kid to get to then. They greet their son even before the child can reach them, holding out the puppy for him to see.
“Happy birthday!” Shixun’s eyes widen in surprise and his lips break out into a big smile then he dashes to where his parents are in a matter of seconds and jumps up to get hold of the puppy.
“Do you like it?” Yifan asks as he fondly ruffles his son’s hair who’s already inspecting his new playmate.
“Yes! Yes! I love it! I love him!” The kid then hugs the pup who initially squirms in his hold and only relaxes when Shixun loosens his embrace.
“What do you say?” Yixing asks his kid as he pets the puppy on his son’s arms.
“Thank you! Thank you Baba! Thank you Daddy!” Shixun give his parents the biggest and brightest smile that Yifan and Yixing give him back the same automatically.
Two weeks later, Yixing comes into Yifan’s office while the elder reads new materials for his recurrent training.
“We’ve lost our son,” Yixing cries out to Yifan and before the elder can get to his heels, Yixing continues, “to a puppy! I can’t believe this!”
Yifan sighs in relief then laughs at his husband’s misery. It is true that Shixun has been spending a lot of time with the new pup, playing around their wide backyard, ending up with lots of dirty laundry for Yixing.
“I think it’s a good thing, actually.” Yifan stands up and hugs Yixing from behind as the younger watches their son on the backyard from the windows of Yifan’s office. With his deep voice that he knows Yixing’s knees go weak for, he whispers on his husband’s ears playfully: “We can also play.”
For added effect, Yifan licks the younger’s earlobe and he can feel Yixing’s body shudder in his hold. He turns Yixing’s body around and pushes him to the glass window before kissing him, his tongue giving no time for Yixing’s brain to function properly.
“Remember when I used to fuck you against this window?” Yixing lets out a mewl as Yifan nips at his sensitive neck. And the reminder of their past sexual adventures has him going stiff and wet beneath his sweats. They were too caught up in putting their tongue down each other’s throats that they don’t see their son and their pup leaving the backyard. They also don’t hear the footsteps on the stairs even if Yifan’s office door is wide open.
“Baba, I’m hungry.” They jump out of each other’s arms when they hear their son’s voice and a yip from the puppy.
“Ah, go get changed while Baba prepares you a snack,” Yixing instructs his son, noting the young Wu’s mud-filled clothes, even his feet are dirty, “Make sure to wash, okay?” The child nods and calls for the poodle’s attention so that he will follow him out of the room.
When Shixun is out of sight, Yifan grabs Yixing’s wrist before the younger can follow his son out of the office. With a smirk and a playful glint in his eyes, Yifan says: “Our playtime isn’t over yet, sweetheart.”
First Love | domestic au | 757w
Ever since Shixun came home from school, the house has been quiet. It is very odd, knowing how the child, seven years of age, would either be running around, playing with Rourou or sitting in front of the television watching his favorite cartoons. Yixing only notices this when his husband comes home from work and says: “That’s weird.” He tilts his head to the side as he fixes the utensils around their dining table, looking at Yifan leaning on the entryway to their dining area as if listening for something.
“What is?” Yixing asks, suddenly on high alert that maybe Yifan heard an intruder as he eyes his husband for an answer.
“It’s quiet.” He furrows his eyebrows and waits for an explanation as to why it is weird. “Shixun is quiet.”
Oh. Yixing’s been busy finalizing a few details for the restaurant that he’s planning to open with his best friend that he didn’t even notice that the house has been quiet even with Shixun’s presence.
“We’ll have to ask what’s wrong.” Yifan just waits for Yixing’s nod before he moves to take the stairs to their son’s bedroom. He doesn’t even wait for Yixing to follow but he hears the younger’s lighter footsteps behind him.
They stand in front of Shixun’s door and nod at each other before they knock. When they open the door, they find the kid seated and doing some homework on his desk. Yixing gives Yifan the look and the elder has no choice but be the first to make a move.
“Hey, son.” Shixun whips his head around when his father sits on his bed. “You’ve been quiet.” The young Wu looks back on his notebook and erases something only to rewrite the same thing. Yixing sees this and places a hand over his son’s.
“Is something wrong, baby?” Yixing asks as he hugs his son from behind.
“Baba.” Shixun was only able to say one word before he started crying. Yifan and Yixing exchange a horrified look, panic-stricken faces as they think of ways to calm the kid down.
“Baby, baby, calm down.” Yixing rubs the child’s back as Yifan holds him close to his chest. “Tell us what happened.”
Shixun pulls away from his father, the elder Wu’s white uniform soaked on the front with his son’s tears.
“I think,” Shixun hiccups and wipes the back of his hands on his eyes, tears still pouring out of them, “I think I love Zitao!”
Yifan and Yixing share another look, this time a fond one. They kind of knew from the very beginning that Shixun and Zitao had a different kind of bond. They practically grew up with each other that their parents were just waiting for one of their kids to spill the beans and confess their undying love for the other.
However, they didn’t expect it to be this early. Shixun and Zitao are only seven and may not know much about love yet. Yifan and Yixing see themselves in their kid, falling in love early on and knowing from the very beginning that it will be them for eternity. So they don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s too young for love because nobody is, love is love, it has no age of beginning or end.
“Then why are you crying?” Yixing voices out the question he knows his husband is dying to know but will never ask.
“W-what if,” the child stutters and faces his Baba fully, “what if he doesn’t love me?”
How? Yixing asks himself, eyes wide, how can such a pure innocent boy already think of heartbreak at an age? Shouldn’t he be thinking of the possibilities with Zitao instead?
Yixing catches Yifan’s gaze and he knows the elder got this.
“Son, listen to me.” Shixun wipes his face down with his hands, sniffles then looks up at his father. “I was like that too when I was a kid. I thought Baba wouldn’t like me but look at where we are now.” Yifan looks at Yixing with a sparkle in his eyes, reminiscing their childhood days and how Yixing was, and is still, so beautiful and how their love is as well.
Shixun looks at his parents with hesitance and mutters: “But what if…” He trails off and this time it’s Yixing who answers.
“Then you have us,” Yixing rests his chin on his son’s head, eyes closing as he wraps his arms around the tiny body, “Daddy and I will love you always, more than anyone ever will.”
Boogeyman | domestic au | 950w
It has been a long day for Yixing and the kids but they have another hour to trek to the airport to pick up Yifan. It is quiet in the car, much like how it always is. Shixun is seated on the passenger seat while An Xin is seated alone in the middle row, eyes watching the changing scenery as they drive through the city. Usually the kid would be giddy and have his face stuck to the window or squeeze himself in the space over the center console so he can tell the events of his day in school to Yixing. But he is just quietly sitting there, eyes widening at a few signs from time to time but never brightening like they always would.
When they reach the airport, the whole family welcomes Yifan back. Usually, it would just be An Xin and Yixing, with Shixun having to stay back for basketball practice or hanging out at his friends instead of picking his father up. Yixing and Shixun both look at An Xin who has been gripping the hem of Yixing’s shirt ever since they got out of the car. His eyes have been wide in alert and he’s been turning his head to every direction possible.
“What’s up with you?” Shixun takes it upon himself to ask his younger brother when he sees his father just worry his bottom lip. The younger doesn’t answer him though and just cowers even more behind Yixing.
An Xin has never been afraid of being outside and seeing people around him so it worries Yixing that his son is suddenly acting all afraid of the people around him. When they see Yifan come out of the gate, they welcome him with bright smiles, at least Yixing does. Shixun just waves at his father and An Xin does the same.
The ride home was silent, Yifan just asked how their kids were, how school was then he immediately fell into the claws of exhaustion and fell asleep on the passenger seat.
Dinner was of the same nature and after giving his children their presents and souvenirs from his travels, Yifan retires to bed, fatigue wearing his eyes out. He feels the mattress dip and he turns around expecting it to be Yixing but the body he had under his arm is smaller. When he opens his eyes, he’s surprised to find An Xin holding on to the latest dragon plushie that Yifan bought for him.
The kid has started sleeping in his own room when he turned four and has never once slept beside his parents ever since, asserting his own little independence.
They don’t speak for a while, father and son just looking at each other’s eyes.
“What’s going on here?” They hear Yixing’s voice before he closes the door shut.
“Baba, I’m sorry.” An Xin apologizes, struggling to get out of bed but Yifan already has him in his embrace, pulling the kid to his chest.
“Wu An Xin, there’s nothing be sorry about.” Yixing says as he sits on the bed close to his husband and son. Yifan mutters something about how his husband is right. “Why are you acting so weird?” The child fiddles the hem of his pyjama shirt, lips moving from side to side and Yixing can see the fear in his eyes.
“Son, say something.” Yixing cups their son’s face. “You’re making Baba and Daddy worried.” An Xin meets Yixing’s eyes before looking at Yifan. He then rests his eyes on the flat screen tv in his parents’ room.
“I’m afraid.” An Xin never admits he is scared of anything, that’s a profound development.
“Of what, baby?” Yixing asks, worry at the edge of his voice.
“The Boogeyman.”
Yifan knows he shouldn’t laugh and that this is a serious situation for their son but he couldn’t help the snort he let out after stopping the laugh midway to his throat. This earns him a slap on the arm from his husband and eyes full of hurt from his son.
“But that isn’t real, baby.” Yixing diverts their son’s attention to him again.
“But…” An Xin tries to make a point but it dies in his throat.
“You’re smarter than this, baby.” Yixing pats down his hair with a fond smile on his face. “When you grow up you’ll realize that the Boogeyman is far gentler than the things you really should be afraid of.”
When Yifan hears this, he raises an eyebrow and shoots Yixing a look, saying: “Don’t you think it’s too early to give him life lessons? I mean, six, Yixing?”
“Better early than sorry.” The younger answers as he tucks An Xin in.
“But you can sleep here tonight if you want, I’m sure daddy won’t mind, right?” Yifan had different plans in mind, being two weeks away from his husband but he easily figures out that this is Yixing’s way of punishing him for laughing at their child’s misery. So he accepts and hugs An Xin even tighter.
“Of course,” Yifan throws Yixing a look as if telling him he’s not backing down, “I missed my little An Xin anyway.” Yixing just chuckles and lets his husband think he’s affected by it. Then they all called it a night, neatly tucked and squeezed together.
Yifan and Yixing couldn’t sleep so easily though and kept talking almost the whole night about the elder’s travels that An Xin ended up walking out and sleeping in his own room. Boogeyman be damned, he doesn’t think he can stomach his dad’s cheesy lines any longer.
A/N: Shi Yue An Xin is the Chinese name of Anson :) The child actor who looks like Yixing ;)
Morning Time Fun | domestic au | 521w
Laughter filters from the small gap of the bathroom door and Yixing hears his husband’s deep voice mumbling along with a smaller more high-pitched voice. When he opens the door he is surprised to see their daughter Shuya, sitting beside the sink, laughing as she applies shaving cream all over Yifan’s face.
“Baba look!” Shuya exclaims and excitedly points at her daddy’s face when she sees Yixing standing at the door, “I turned Daddy into a snowman!” Their daughter giggles, her pearly whites showing and eyes turning into crescents, it is indeed Yixing’s favorite sound.
Yifan turns to him and he can’t even recognize his husband with the amount of shaving cream Shuya applied to Yifan’s face, sparing only his eyebrows, eyes and mouth. The elder’s grimace is still visible though and for a while Yixing feels sorry for him. Yifan can never say no to their daughter, the elder always nodding to all of her whims considering the fact that she is quite literally daddy’s little girl. And today it seems that it is to turn him into Olaf.
“Oh, I would have to help daddy shave too.” Yixing comments, eyes turning playful but Yifan’s eyebrows shooting up means he doesn’t understand what his husband is trying to say.
“But I’ve already helped him.” Shuya tilts her head to the side, making Yifan say d’aww in his mind.
“There are other parts to be done, baby.” Yixing supplies, moving forward to join his husband and daughter on their bathroom sink.
“Like where?” There is obvious curiosity in their child’s eyes and Yixing looks at Yifan for a moment but he is still quite confused, unusually slow at picking up hints probably because his brain is still asleep.
“Like daddy’s legs,” Yixing finally responds, opening the tap before gesturing for Shuya to wash her hands. When the child is preoccupied with her sticky hands, Yixing looks at Yifan, his next words said under his breath: “Or somewhere higher.” Yifan, even with the layers of white cream covering his face, is obviously blushing, the red tinting his cheeks spreading even to his neck.
“That would look funny.” Shuya giggles again as she wipes her hands on the towel Yixing offers her.
“Go down, sweetie.” Yixing instructs as she lifts the child off the counter before putting her down, “Grandma cooked you breakfast already.”
“Yay!” The child shrieks, running out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen, “Pancakes!”
“Xing,” Yifan murmurs when their child has completely left them behind, alone. By the way the elder is holding onto the counter, Yixing already knows what he wants to say.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Wu, I didn’t mean to create a problem down there.” Yixing bites his bottom lip, not in worry but to suppress the laugh bubbling in his chest, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it for you.” He winks at his husband and makes sure he locks the door before attending to his husband’s needs.
A/N: Cai Shuya is the Chinese name of Sophia :) The cute little girl who played Yifan’s daughter for the movie Somewhere Only We Know :)
Changing Time | domestic au | 847w
It is already close to ten o’clock in the evening when Yifan comes back from the office, his flight cancelled due to the weather. He has informed Yixing via text about the changes in his schedule since the younger isn’t picking up his calls. When he enters their bedroom, he sees the reason why. Yixing is knocked out on the bed, his clothes still the same as when Yifan left. The elder sighs and reconsiders waking his husband up to clean up before going back to sleep but the way Yixing is drooling and snoring on his side of the bed means he is having a really good sleep (one he hasn’t had in a while) and Yifan doesn’t want to take that from him.
Yixing has been having a hard time sleeping lately, juggling being a father taking care of their children, a chef and a husband. And Yifan would want for him to be able to get all the rest he can get. So the elder leans down and gives his husband a kiss on the forehead before pulling the blankets up to cover him.
After doing so, he walks over to the crib to check on their six-month old baby boy. He is not even surprised when he sees the child awake, on his stomach, mumbling incoherent words as he pulls and munches on his toys. Yifan smiles and pulls a chair so it would be easier to play with their son without him having to bend down the whole time.
“Junwen,” he pokes their child’s cheeks, his wide eyes instantly looking at the source of the disturbance in his peace, “Junwen,” the young Wu mumbles as he looks up at his father, using his toy to fend off the elder’s annoying finger, “Junwen, Junwen,” Yifan laughs when his son decides to just ignore his presence to play with his toys instead.
“Oh come on, son, daddy wants to play,” Yifan changes his tactics and tickles his son, the young Wu automatically rolls over and giggles.
Success.
He wanted to bring the child out of their room so they can play more without disturbing Yixing in his sleep. But when he was about to carry his son, he notices that the child’s bottom is slightly damp. He checks the child’s diaper and sees that it is soaked with pee. Not wanting to wake his husband, Yifan changes Junwen’s diaper himself, having been doing the same thing for years now.
The elder recounts his husband’s instructions in his head; wipe the important areas, air it out then apply powder before putting the diaper on. He gives Junwen a toy to play with to keep him occupied while he changes the baby’s diaper. While he was leaning down though, the child uses the toy to hit his father on the head. Good thing it was only a plush toy so it doesn’t exactly hurt. When Yifan looks at his son with wide eyes, the child starts laughing. It is the kind of laugh that bounces off the walls with its volume and fills the air with happiness.
Yifan momentarily forgets about Yixing’s sleeping form on their bed and laughs along with Junwen, who hits him again with the toy and laughs at his father’s reaction.
“An Xin…” Yixing’s voice breaks through the father and son’s laughter. Yifan stills. When he looks towards their bed, Yixing is sitting up and rubbing the sleep off of his eyes.
Adorable. Yifan thinks and even though they’ve been married for years he still finds every little thing that his husband does as adorable.
“Don’t you think I’m too big to be An Xin?” Yifan jokes and Yixing’s eyes suddenly widen upon hearing his voice.
“You-”
“My flight was cancelled.” The elder cuts him off with a smile and Yixing sighs in understanding before standing up to join his husband and son.
“Did we wake you?” Yifan asks, wrapping an arm around his sleepy husband’s waist and Yixing buries his face on the elder’s chest, his uniform still on and smelling strongly of the fabric conditioner Yixing uses with a hint of Yifan’s cologne. “Sorry.” Yixing shakes his head, a hand reaching out for Junwen’s small hand then he giggles. Confused, Yifan looks at his husband and squeezes the younger’s waist.
“The diaper is the other way around.” Yixing supplies, touching the tapes that are supposed to connect the front and back together.
“Oh.” And before Yifan can make any more mistakes, Yixing gets out of his hold and corrects it, clothing their child with a new set of pyjamas before carrying him in an embrace.
“It’s okay, daddy.” Yixing says, voice small and supposed to imitate that of Junwen’s. Yifan chuckles at the cute display and ruffles his husband’s hair before giving him a kiss. The younger appreciates it whenever Yifan steps up to the plate and does the things that would normally be done by Yixing so he tiptoes and kisses his husband, mumbling a thank you against his lips, Junwen squished between them as they share another kiss.
A/N: Ouyang Junwen is the Chinese name of Brodie :) He is the baby in Yixing’s movie “Oh My God” ;)
These drabbles may or may not be side stories to a longer fic. ;>
Fanxing/Kray Drabbles (21-25)
Playmate | domestic au | 603w
“You think he’ll like it?” Yixing asks for the nth time as he waits with Yifan outside of their son’s school.
“He’ll love it.” Yifan pets the curled up fur on Yixing’s lap, its chocolate brown color reminiscent of Yixing’s old brunette shade.
They spot their son coming out of the school gates and Yixing braces himself before snuggling the animal closer to his body. Yifan opens the door for him and they both wait for the kid to get to then. They greet their son even before the child can reach them, holding out the puppy for him to see.
“Happy birthday!” Shixun’s eyes widen in surprise and his lips break out into a big smile then he dashes to where his parents are in a matter of seconds and jumps up to get hold of the puppy.
“Do you like it?” Yifan asks as he fondly ruffles his son’s hair who’s already inspecting his new playmate.
“Yes! Yes! I love it! I love him!” The kid then hugs the pup who initially squirms in his hold and only relaxes when Shixun loosens his embrace.
“What do you say?” Yixing asks his kid as he pets the puppy on his son’s arms.
“Thank you! Thank you Baba! Thank you Daddy!” Shixun give his parents the biggest and brightest smile that Yifan and Yixing give him back the same automatically.
Two weeks later, Yixing comes into Yifan’s office while the elder reads new materials for his recurrent training.
“We’ve lost our son,” Yixing cries out to Yifan and before the elder can get to his heels, Yixing continues, “to a puppy! I can’t believe this!”
Yifan sighs in relief then laughs at his husband’s misery. It is true that Shixun has been spending a lot of time with the new pup, playing around their wide backyard, ending up with lots of dirty laundry for Yixing.
“I think it’s a good thing, actually.” Yifan stands up and hugs Yixing from behind as the younger watches their son on the backyard from the windows of Yifan’s office. With his deep voice that he knows Yixing’s knees go weak for, he whispers on his husband’s ears playfully: “We can also play.”
For added effect, Yifan licks the younger’s earlobe and he can feel Yixing’s body shudder in his hold. He turns Yixing’s body around and pushes him to the glass window before kissing him, his tongue giving no time for Yixing’s brain to function properly.
“Remember when I used to fuck you against this window?” Yixing lets out a mewl as Yifan nips at his sensitive neck. And the reminder of their past sexual adventures has him going stiff and wet beneath his sweats. They were too caught up in putting their tongue down each other’s throats that they don’t see their son and their pup leaving the backyard. They also don’t hear the footsteps on the stairs even if Yifan’s office door is wide open.
“Baba, I’m hungry.” They jump out of each other’s arms when they hear their son’s voice and a yip from the puppy.
“Ah, go get changed while Baba prepares you a snack,” Yixing instructs his son, noting the young Wu’s mud-filled clothes, even his feet are dirty, “Make sure to wash, okay?” The child nods and calls for the poodle’s attention so that he will follow him out of the room.
When Shixun is out of sight, Yifan grabs Yixing’s wrist before the younger can follow his son out of the office. With a smirk and a playful glint in his eyes, Yifan says: “Our playtime isn’t over yet, sweetheart.”
First Love | domestic au | 757w
Ever since Shixun came home from school, the house has been quiet. It is very odd, knowing how the child, seven years of age, would either be running around, playing with Rourou or sitting in front of the television watching his favorite cartoons. Yixing only notices this when his husband comes home from work and says: “That’s weird.” He tilts his head to the side as he fixes the utensils around their dining table, looking at Yifan leaning on the entryway to their dining area as if listening for something.
“What is?” Yixing asks, suddenly on high alert that maybe Yifan heard an intruder as he eyes his husband for an answer.
“It’s quiet.” He furrows his eyebrows and waits for an explanation as to why it is weird. “Shixun is quiet.”
Oh. Yixing’s been busy finalizing a few details for the restaurant that he’s planning to open with his best friend that he didn’t even notice that the house has been quiet even with Shixun’s presence.
“We’ll have to ask what’s wrong.” Yifan just waits for Yixing’s nod before he moves to take the stairs to their son’s bedroom. He doesn’t even wait for Yixing to follow but he hears the younger’s lighter footsteps behind him.
They stand in front of Shixun’s door and nod at each other before they knock. When they open the door, they find the kid seated and doing some homework on his desk. Yixing gives Yifan the look and the elder has no choice but be the first to make a move.
“Hey, son.” Shixun whips his head around when his father sits on his bed. “You’ve been quiet.” The young Wu looks back on his notebook and erases something only to rewrite the same thing. Yixing sees this and places a hand over his son’s.
“Is something wrong, baby?” Yixing asks as he hugs his son from behind.
“Baba.” Shixun was only able to say one word before he started crying. Yifan and Yixing exchange a horrified look, panic-stricken faces as they think of ways to calm the kid down.
“Baby, baby, calm down.” Yixing rubs the child’s back as Yifan holds him close to his chest. “Tell us what happened.”
Shixun pulls away from his father, the elder Wu’s white uniform soaked on the front with his son’s tears.
“I think,” Shixun hiccups and wipes the back of his hands on his eyes, tears still pouring out of them, “I think I love Zitao!”
Yifan and Yixing share another look, this time a fond one. They kind of knew from the very beginning that Shixun and Zitao had a different kind of bond. They practically grew up with each other that their parents were just waiting for one of their kids to spill the beans and confess their undying love for the other.
However, they didn’t expect it to be this early. Shixun and Zitao are only seven and may not know much about love yet. Yifan and Yixing see themselves in their kid, falling in love early on and knowing from the very beginning that it will be them for eternity. So they don’t have the heart to tell him that he’s too young for love because nobody is, love is love, it has no age of beginning or end.
“Then why are you crying?” Yixing voices out the question he knows his husband is dying to know but will never ask.
“W-what if,” the child stutters and faces his Baba fully, “what if he doesn’t love me?”
How? Yixing asks himself, eyes wide, how can such a pure innocent boy already think of heartbreak at an age? Shouldn’t he be thinking of the possibilities with Zitao instead?
Yixing catches Yifan’s gaze and he knows the elder got this.
“Son, listen to me.” Shixun wipes his face down with his hands, sniffles then looks up at his father. “I was like that too when I was a kid. I thought Baba wouldn’t like me but look at where we are now.” Yifan looks at Yixing with a sparkle in his eyes, reminiscing their childhood days and how Yixing was, and is still, so beautiful and how their love is as well.
Shixun looks at his parents with hesitance and mutters: “But what if…” He trails off and this time it’s Yixing who answers.
“Then you have us,” Yixing rests his chin on his son’s head, eyes closing as he wraps his arms around the tiny body, “Daddy and I will love you always, more than anyone ever will.”
Boogeyman | domestic au | 950w
It has been a long day for Yixing and the kids but they have another hour to trek to the airport to pick up Yifan. It is quiet in the car, much like how it always is. Shixun is seated on the passenger seat while An Xin is seated alone in the middle row, eyes watching the changing scenery as they drive through the city. Usually the kid would be giddy and have his face stuck to the window or squeeze himself in the space over the center console so he can tell the events of his day in school to Yixing. But he is just quietly sitting there, eyes widening at a few signs from time to time but never brightening like they always would.
When they reach the airport, the whole family welcomes Yifan back. Usually, it would just be An Xin and Yixing, with Shixun having to stay back for basketball practice or hanging out at his friends instead of picking his father up. Yixing and Shixun both look at An Xin who has been gripping the hem of Yixing’s shirt ever since they got out of the car. His eyes have been wide in alert and he’s been turning his head to every direction possible.
“What’s up with you?” Shixun takes it upon himself to ask his younger brother when he sees his father just worry his bottom lip. The younger doesn’t answer him though and just cowers even more behind Yixing.
An Xin has never been afraid of being outside and seeing people around him so it worries Yixing that his son is suddenly acting all afraid of the people around him. When they see Yifan come out of the gate, they welcome him with bright smiles, at least Yixing does. Shixun just waves at his father and An Xin does the same.
The ride home was silent, Yifan just asked how their kids were, how school was then he immediately fell into the claws of exhaustion and fell asleep on the passenger seat.
Dinner was of the same nature and after giving his children their presents and souvenirs from his travels, Yifan retires to bed, fatigue wearing his eyes out. He feels the mattress dip and he turns around expecting it to be Yixing but the body he had under his arm is smaller. When he opens his eyes, he’s surprised to find An Xin holding on to the latest dragon plushie that Yifan bought for him.
The kid has started sleeping in his own room when he turned four and has never once slept beside his parents ever since, asserting his own little independence.
They don’t speak for a while, father and son just looking at each other’s eyes.
“What’s going on here?” They hear Yixing’s voice before he closes the door shut.
“Baba, I’m sorry.” An Xin apologizes, struggling to get out of bed but Yifan already has him in his embrace, pulling the kid to his chest.
“Wu An Xin, there’s nothing be sorry about.” Yixing says as he sits on the bed close to his husband and son. Yifan mutters something about how his husband is right. “Why are you acting so weird?” The child fiddles the hem of his pyjama shirt, lips moving from side to side and Yixing can see the fear in his eyes.
“Son, say something.” Yixing cups their son’s face. “You’re making Baba and Daddy worried.” An Xin meets Yixing’s eyes before looking at Yifan. He then rests his eyes on the flat screen tv in his parents’ room.
“I’m afraid.” An Xin never admits he is scared of anything, that’s a profound development.
“Of what, baby?” Yixing asks, worry at the edge of his voice.
“The Boogeyman.”
Yifan knows he shouldn’t laugh and that this is a serious situation for their son but he couldn’t help the snort he let out after stopping the laugh midway to his throat. This earns him a slap on the arm from his husband and eyes full of hurt from his son.
“But that isn’t real, baby.” Yixing diverts their son’s attention to him again.
“But…” An Xin tries to make a point but it dies in his throat.
“You’re smarter than this, baby.” Yixing pats down his hair with a fond smile on his face. “When you grow up you’ll realize that the Boogeyman is far gentler than the things you really should be afraid of.”
When Yifan hears this, he raises an eyebrow and shoots Yixing a look, saying: “Don’t you think it’s too early to give him life lessons? I mean, six, Yixing?”
“Better early than sorry.” The younger answers as he tucks An Xin in.
“But you can sleep here tonight if you want, I’m sure daddy won’t mind, right?” Yifan had different plans in mind, being two weeks away from his husband but he easily figures out that this is Yixing’s way of punishing him for laughing at their child’s misery. So he accepts and hugs An Xin even tighter.
“Of course,” Yifan throws Yixing a look as if telling him he’s not backing down, “I missed my little An Xin anyway.” Yixing just chuckles and lets his husband think he’s affected by it. Then they all called it a night, neatly tucked and squeezed together.
Yifan and Yixing couldn’t sleep so easily though and kept talking almost the whole night about the elder’s travels that An Xin ended up walking out and sleeping in his own room. Boogeyman be damned, he doesn’t think he can stomach his dad’s cheesy lines any longer.
A/N: Shi Yue An Xin is the Chinese name of Anson :) The child actor who looks like Yixing ;)
Morning Time Fun | domestic au | 521w
Laughter filters from the small gap of the bathroom door and Yixing hears his husband’s deep voice mumbling along with a smaller more high-pitched voice. When he opens the door he is surprised to see their daughter Shuya, sitting beside the sink, laughing as she applies shaving cream all over Yifan’s face.
“Baba look!” Shuya exclaims and excitedly points at her daddy’s face when she sees Yixing standing at the door, “I turned Daddy into a snowman!” Their daughter giggles, her pearly whites showing and eyes turning into crescents, it is indeed Yixing’s favorite sound.
Yifan turns to him and he can’t even recognize his husband with the amount of shaving cream Shuya applied to Yifan’s face, sparing only his eyebrows, eyes and mouth. The elder’s grimace is still visible though and for a while Yixing feels sorry for him. Yifan can never say no to their daughter, the elder always nodding to all of her whims considering the fact that she is quite literally daddy’s little girl. And today it seems that it is to turn him into Olaf.
“Oh, I would have to help daddy shave too.” Yixing comments, eyes turning playful but Yifan’s eyebrows shooting up means he doesn’t understand what his husband is trying to say.
“But I’ve already helped him.” Shuya tilts her head to the side, making Yifan say d’aww in his mind.
“There are other parts to be done, baby.” Yixing supplies, moving forward to join his husband and daughter on their bathroom sink.
“Like where?” There is obvious curiosity in their child’s eyes and Yixing looks at Yifan for a moment but he is still quite confused, unusually slow at picking up hints probably because his brain is still asleep.
“Like daddy’s legs,” Yixing finally responds, opening the tap before gesturing for Shuya to wash her hands. When the child is preoccupied with her sticky hands, Yixing looks at Yifan, his next words said under his breath: “Or somewhere higher.” Yifan, even with the layers of white cream covering his face, is obviously blushing, the red tinting his cheeks spreading even to his neck.
“That would look funny.” Shuya giggles again as she wipes her hands on the towel Yixing offers her.
“Go down, sweetie.” Yixing instructs as she lifts the child off the counter before putting her down, “Grandma cooked you breakfast already.”
“Yay!” The child shrieks, running out of the bathroom and down to the kitchen, “Pancakes!”
“Xing,” Yifan murmurs when their child has completely left them behind, alone. By the way the elder is holding onto the counter, Yixing already knows what he wants to say.
“Oh, I’m sorry Mr. Wu, I didn’t mean to create a problem down there.” Yixing bites his bottom lip, not in worry but to suppress the laugh bubbling in his chest, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of it for you.” He winks at his husband and makes sure he locks the door before attending to his husband’s needs.
A/N: Cai Shuya is the Chinese name of Sophia :) The cute little girl who played Yifan’s daughter for the movie Somewhere Only We Know :)
Changing Time | domestic au | 847w
It is already close to ten o’clock in the evening when Yifan comes back from the office, his flight cancelled due to the weather. He has informed Yixing via text about the changes in his schedule since the younger isn’t picking up his calls. When he enters their bedroom, he sees the reason why. Yixing is knocked out on the bed, his clothes still the same as when Yifan left. The elder sighs and reconsiders waking his husband up to clean up before going back to sleep but the way Yixing is drooling and snoring on his side of the bed means he is having a really good sleep (one he hasn’t had in a while) and Yifan doesn’t want to take that from him.
Yixing has been having a hard time sleeping lately, juggling being a father taking care of their children, a chef and a husband. And Yifan would want for him to be able to get all the rest he can get. So the elder leans down and gives his husband a kiss on the forehead before pulling the blankets up to cover him.
After doing so, he walks over to the crib to check on their six-month old baby boy. He is not even surprised when he sees the child awake, on his stomach, mumbling incoherent words as he pulls and munches on his toys. Yifan smiles and pulls a chair so it would be easier to play with their son without him having to bend down the whole time.
“Junwen,” he pokes their child’s cheeks, his wide eyes instantly looking at the source of the disturbance in his peace, “Junwen,” the young Wu mumbles as he looks up at his father, using his toy to fend off the elder’s annoying finger, “Junwen, Junwen,” Yifan laughs when his son decides to just ignore his presence to play with his toys instead.
“Oh come on, son, daddy wants to play,” Yifan changes his tactics and tickles his son, the young Wu automatically rolls over and giggles.
Success.
He wanted to bring the child out of their room so they can play more without disturbing Yixing in his sleep. But when he was about to carry his son, he notices that the child’s bottom is slightly damp. He checks the child’s diaper and sees that it is soaked with pee. Not wanting to wake his husband, Yifan changes Junwen’s diaper himself, having been doing the same thing for years now.
The elder recounts his husband’s instructions in his head; wipe the important areas, air it out then apply powder before putting the diaper on. He gives Junwen a toy to play with to keep him occupied while he changes the baby’s diaper. While he was leaning down though, the child uses the toy to hit his father on the head. Good thing it was only a plush toy so it doesn’t exactly hurt. When Yifan looks at his son with wide eyes, the child starts laughing. It is the kind of laugh that bounces off the walls with its volume and fills the air with happiness.
Yifan momentarily forgets about Yixing’s sleeping form on their bed and laughs along with Junwen, who hits him again with the toy and laughs at his father’s reaction.
“An Xin…” Yixing’s voice breaks through the father and son’s laughter. Yifan stills. When he looks towards their bed, Yixing is sitting up and rubbing the sleep off of his eyes.
Adorable. Yifan thinks and even though they’ve been married for years he still finds every little thing that his husband does as adorable.
“Don’t you think I’m too big to be An Xin?” Yifan jokes and Yixing’s eyes suddenly widen upon hearing his voice.
“You-”
“My flight was cancelled.” The elder cuts him off with a smile and Yixing sighs in understanding before standing up to join his husband and son.
“Did we wake you?” Yifan asks, wrapping an arm around his sleepy husband’s waist and Yixing buries his face on the elder’s chest, his uniform still on and smelling strongly of the fabric conditioner Yixing uses with a hint of Yifan’s cologne. “Sorry.” Yixing shakes his head, a hand reaching out for Junwen’s small hand then he giggles. Confused, Yifan looks at his husband and squeezes the younger’s waist.
“The diaper is the other way around.” Yixing supplies, touching the tapes that are supposed to connect the front and back together.
“Oh.” And before Yifan can make any more mistakes, Yixing gets out of his hold and corrects it, clothing their child with a new set of pyjamas before carrying him in an embrace.
“It’s okay, daddy.” Yixing says, voice small and supposed to imitate that of Junwen’s. Yifan chuckles at the cute display and ruffles his husband’s hair before giving him a kiss. The younger appreciates it whenever Yifan steps up to the plate and does the things that would normally be done by Yixing so he tiptoes and kisses his husband, mumbling a thank you against his lips, Junwen squished between them as they share another kiss.
A/N: Ouyang Junwen is the Chinese name of Brodie :) He is the baby in Yixing’s movie “Oh My God” ;)
These drabbles may or may not be side stories to a longer fic. ;>
Fanxing/Kray Drabbles (21-25)