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by fireflavoredwhiskey (7/7 | M | 45,305)

It was early when Xiao Zhan realized he was going to be the one who always had to adjust between the two of them. Schedules, habits, time zones, meeting places. Wang Yibo lived in a world where he was like the sun—everything moved and revolved around him. Everyone shifted; everyone adjusted. Xiao Zhan knew this. He had long accepted it, and really, it wasn’t a hard thing to realize that this guy, this kid, was somehow, the center of many universes Xiao Zhan would never be a part of.

And it was okay, he thought. They had made one of their own.

by Chenqing_Bichen (1/1 | E | 2,513)

Xiao Zhan is feeling thirsty, but that's not on the summer heat that drains him out. It's on his unfairly handsome alpha boyfriend, his stupid attractive sweaty ashy silver hairs and his everything else.

YES THIS IS PRODUCT OF WYB IN ASHY SILVER HAIR BRAINROT.

by beeswaxing (8/8 | M | 65,560)

After his contract with boy group X-Nine ends and then subsequently dabbling in a few dramas that have yet to see the light of day, Xiao Zhan is unexpectedly scouted to star in a new reality program with a name that gives him a flicker of concern. In between projects, Wang Yibo is restless with nothing presented to him recently looking interesting enough to commit to and he spends most of his days on the race track. When Wang Han suggests that he join a reality television show that deals with a subject about as far from his mind as humanly possible, his first thought was that the man he views as his “work father” had gone a little crazy. However, the very first day of the shoot sets him down a path that will change the rest of his life.

A BJYX (canonish) AU aka the C-Ent version of a mix of We Got Married and Hello Baby :D

by domeeneec (1/1 | M | 10,517)

“Fuck. Okay, you’re right, you’re right. I can totally still be cute without the tight jeans.”

The university student hummed in affirmation, lips lifting slightly at what the unknown guy had just said before taking a bite of his now-ready instant ramen. With stuffed cheeks, he continued on, “If you think you’re cute, fuck what others say then.” The stranger let out a pleasant chuckle, “Wow, Bin, didn’t think you were the type to—Wait."

There was silence on the other line.

“Oh my god, you’re not Yu Bin.”

In which Wang Yibo meets a guy who somehow always keeps misdialing his number and is wildly bad at finding dates.

Alternatively: Wang Yibo’s journey in being Phone Guy’s personal dating assistant.

by stickyriceu (7/7 | E | 75,845)

He’s seated at a different booth and is yet to notice Yibo’s ogling, but not even God himself could force Yibo to tear his eyes away from the sight.

The man is smiling, eyes curved gently as he laughs along with whatever the guests at the table are saying. That smile is so damn lovely, Yibo wishes he’d been the cause of it.

Or: Yibo and his teammates celebrate their win at a high-end host club. They meet the club’s number one host—Zhan-er.

by piggybo (1/1 | M | 1,708)

He’d had dozens of names throughout the course of history, but none of them left in records. Hundreds of shrines, temples and altars, all burnt down and ground to ash. Thousands of priests burning incense and innumerable followers worshipping at his feet, until they didn't anymore. He had seen the rise and fall of empires, entire civilizations going through their lifecycle; he’d seen wars and plagues and natural disasters, died and been reborn again on the other side of the world, with a different body and a different face, but in essence still himself.

by anonymous (3/3 | E | 7,622)

Xiao Zan hates getting the train to her parent’s house from class on Thursday. It’s always so busy, crowded with businessmen until she can barely move. She may be tall but she still somehow always ends up pinned into a corner for the majority of the 45-minute journey, people pressing into her from all sides.

Today is no different, and she huffs as she’s jostled by another group of people packing onto the train. The doors close and finally, the train departs and begins the longest stretch of the journey, and she relaxes a little, taking her backpack off and safely placing it between her feet and the wall to give her a little more room. As soon as she removes her backpack, however, someone immediately steps forward a little, pressing up against her back.

“Excuse me,” Xiao Zan says, taking a step towards the wall of the train, trying to wiggle a little more room for herself, “would you mind stepping back a little?”

by psikeval (1/1 | E | 3,429)

“At least tonight you were up on a roof barking at us, where you couldn’t be too much of a nuisance. But what about the other days?” Xiao Zhan tsks and shakes his head. “We should have you on a leash.”

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Yibo just can't help himself sometimes; Xiao Zhan takes what he wants.

by Argus_Persa (1/1 | E | 6,807)

Xiao Zhan always loved the sea. That's why he was visiting this isolated beach at the edge of the country and in the middle of the night. The sea waves were just as harsh as the wind. He was there to relax until he found a silhouette lying on the sand. When he came closer, he discovered that not only was it an injured being, but it wasn't human at all.

It was a merman with blue hair.

Or, XIAO ZHAN GETS FUCKED BY BLUE-HAIRED MERMAN YIBO

by lanwuxiann (7/7 | E | 26,991)

Xiao Zhan slides to a halt in the snow, watching as Yibo beams affectionately at the man sitting across the table from him. He’s in waving distance, and Xiao Zhan – he wants to wave, he should, but something unnamed, something heavy in his stomach isn’t letting him. His fingers flex around the bags in his hands, but their weight has become negligible. Xiao Zhan’s tongue is dry in his mouth, his throat working helplessly as he sees Yibo throw his head back at something the man is saying, and shake his head in an almost tender manner.

Or: Xiao Zhan sees Yibo with someone else, and it turns his whole world upside down.

by serendiiii (1/1 | E | 5,447)

It starts with a game of nipple poking on a hot day on set, and ends with something else. This whole thing is a mess, but what else could it be, when it’s him and Yibo and a summer’s worth of desire between them?

by mojazlatko (1/1 | E | 20,904)

It's just an average day in the 99th precinct in Brooklyn and Detectives Wang Yibo and Xiao Zhan are taking on an exciting case! It's too bad Xiao Zhan is having the worst day ever.

“Why is everything out to get me today? Why can’t one thing go right?” He rubs his hand down his face, sweat collecting on his fingers from the short time they’ve been outside in the summer heat. He looks helplessly over at Yibo and throws up his hands.

“Well! You win! We don’t have time to ask them to move—we should have left ten minutes ago. Let’s take your death trap of a bike.”

Yibo pats Xiao Zhan on the back and leaves his hand there to usher Xiao Zhan to follow him. “Don’t worry, Zhan-ge. I’m a good driver and I'll get you get there in one piece, I promise.”

by egggo (6/6 | T | 21,950)

Xiao Zhan, a senior at Qing University, spends much of his free time (badly) playing World of Cultivation. As his online marriage with lanwangji devolves into an internet dumpster fire, his irl love life blossoms into a romcom featuring the school's awkward ice prince Wang Yibo.

by emma_screams (1/1 | E | 3,983)

Yibo happens to know about the secret ass IG account Xiao Zhan owns after catching him taking ass selfies half a year ago. He’s glad Yibo is chill about it, and is even willing to have his own abs featured in the account when Xiao Zhan asked.

by 灰云触手reborn (translated by MyTenderMadness) (1/1 | G | 1,777)

The story is simple. The 85-years-old Xiao Zhan writes a letter to his 29-years-old self.

by 灰云触手reborn (translated by MyTenderMadness) (1/1 | G | 1,905)

The story is simple. The 81-years-old Yibo writes a letter to his 23-years-old self.

by princethestripper (2/2 | E | 4,039)

Somnophilia, in two parts.