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can't believe i've been in such a work hole that i neglected to CROW FROM THE ROOFTOPS that my BELOVED SIDEB_TRACK2 wrote a new and delicious #YEXIE FIC???!!!!????!!!!!!!

title: Tuesday
word count: a palindromic 13,031
modern au, please heed the tags
here it is: archiveofourown.org/works/73202086

procrastinating by watching waacking videos of jeem and jemin and fantasizing glassy-eyed about more dance aus of Theee #yexie dance au from ritualist (jelenedra) and @vesperderolo.bsky.social: archiveofourown.org/series/2502361

When Xie'er crunches across the gravel lot and Baiyi finally gets a look at his outfit, he almost lets out a whoop. Christ, he even wore the little shoes! This is the best day. “What the fuck,” Xie'er says, stiffly, when he’s close enough that he doesn’t have to shout. “You said…” Baiyi points at the sign with the smiling cartoon golf ball on it. Shrugs. The golf ball is wearing a sea captain's hat, which really adds something, in Baiyi's opinion. Xie'er looks at it, and at him, makes a look of flat disgust and then immediately swivels on his heel like he’s going to stalk back to his own car. Baiyi grabs his elbow. Xie'er slaps his hand off. Oh, if only he had those stupid white driving gloves on, too. Would've been extra incredible. Baiyi tries to focus. “Come on,” he says. “Where are you going?”

“I look like an asshole,” Xie'er snaps. What he looks like is a guy one second away from pointing an accusatory finger into Baiyi’s face. “Did you do this on—” “No,” Baiyi says, honestly. “I thought you’d look it up first. You look everything up.” “This isn't a fucking driving range!” “I didn't say a driving range,” Baiyi says. “I said we should hit some stingers.” Xie'er scowls. “I suppose I could've been more specific,” he concedes. “You think?” “Wouldn’t have been half this funny, though.” “Fuck you,” Xie'er huffs.

“Later,” Baiyi says, easily, not really able or interested enough in reining in his amusement. He pulls Xie'er in by a belt loop on his stretchy, tailored-leg golf pants. It's a dangerous move, like picking up a hissing cat, but he can't resist. These make Xie'er's ass look even more fantastic. He’s so fucking hot like this, murderously furious and overdressed for peak performance like a nerd. Who knows, today might be the day they get caught defiling some kind of fiberglass model lighthouse; life’s full of surprises. “Beat me at this and you can do whatever you want.” “Anything?” Xie'er says, thoughtfully. And then he goes back to frowning. “How about I tie you up and read a book.”

“Play to win,” Baiyi says. “And we’ll find out.” “I hate you,” Xie'er says. He shuts his eyes when Baiyi pecks his mouth. Hooks his hand sneakily into Baiyi’s back pocket. Sighs. “I should have known better. You have a gradeschooler’s idea of fun.” “Eh, real golf sucks,” Baiyi says. “They have ice cream here.” “Hm,” Xie says. His first shot’s a fucking hole in one.

ao3 is down but #yexie is always up. here's an edited repost of a mini-ficlet i lost in the great twitter fuckening(s) ⛳♥️😘

Sometime later, Xie’er wakes from an indistinct, drifting kind of dream, filled with the river valleys and tree-dotted hills he just passed through. He startles, only a little, and sits up stiffly. He brings one hand up to rub at his neck, maybe a little sunburnt, and squints through the sunlight. In his eyeline, on top of the garden wall, the alley side, up from the gate, sits a cat. He’s a large beast, long haired. Much of his bulk, because he is quite wide, must be fluff, but his head is the size of a small melon and, as far as Xie’er can tell, his body matches it in height and breadth. He’s mostly white except for a few blackish gray spots on his head and neck. He’s staring at Xie’er, so Xie’er stares back. He’s got an uncommonly expressive face, almost human, or like how animators draw cats in cartoons, with large eyes, whiskered, somehow defined eyebrows, and a funny little frown beneath a delicate pink nose. He also honestly looks kind of pissed at the moment. Xie’er finds himself unconsciously frowning back at first sight of this cat, before switching to a smile at his funny expression and general awe. He gives the beast a sleepy wave and realizes his phone is ringing, buzzing incessantly in his back pocket. That must be what woke him. Still, he doesn’t answer it, doesn’t even reach for it. He says, “Who are you then?” And the cat just keeps staring.

Maybe gonna share this whole fic in pieces on this website but I wrote this (mostly) tonight and I love it. #yexie

Amor et psyche. By orange_crushed Summary: “You could’ve had me the day you brought me from the hospital,” the kid says. “I thought I was so obvious.” “What?” Baiyi says. “No. Didn’t we have a fight?” “I still would have sucked you off, on your pathetic bucket,” the kid says. “It was a perfectly fine bucket,” Baiyi huffs. [A missing scene from "The in-crowd," that takes place after Shen Shen and Ye Baiyi go to dinner. Xie'er and Ye Baiyi discuss the Shen Shen shaped elephant in the room.]

Rating: Mature Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) Relationship: Xie Wang/Ye Baiyi Characters: Xie Wang (Faraway Wanderers, Ye Baiyi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Alternate Universe - 1990s 1990s art and artists Missing Scene Anal Sex Brief Mention of Messy Anal Sex discussion of open relationships Discussion of Cheating brief argument Established Relationship Relationship Negotiation Barebacking Trust Language: English Series: ← Previous Work Part 4 of Boogie woogie. / L'origine du monde. / The in-crowd.

just posted the (theoretically) very last part of my boogie woogie #yexie art world au! it's a missing scene set during "the in-crowd," in which yexie negotiate the... shen shen of it all.

link: archiveofourown.org/works/66694519

Maybe this year I can beat my 2022 score with all my #yexie ideas. 🤔

Now the fool sticks an arm up. Pulls his sleeve off it. He’s doing it all with his eyes closed, as if he were a sleepwalker. “Hey,” Baiyi says. Xie Wang ignores him. He rolls in the other direction and slips his remaining sleeve off. Now he’s really and truly naked. The discarded robe slips down to the floor. When he curls his shoulders inward again, Baiyi’s eyes flick to his pale, firm ass—dirty old goat, he thinks crossly at himself, still doing it anyway—and then his surprisingly muscular bare back. There’s a tracery of finely puckered lines on the skin, criss-crossed, unmistakably old whip-scars. They’ve nearly faded to nothing. But there’s a lot of them. Baiyi averts his gaze, unsettled. “Stop it!” he orders, irritably. “Put that back on.” “I'm hot,” Xie Wang murmurs. “I don't give a crap,” Baiyi says. “Keep your clothes on.” “I don't want them,” Xie Wang says.

it's not #wipwednesday but this is for @sunshot.bsky.social. is it a #yexie fuck-or-die? it's not NOT a yexie fuck-or-die

Shen Shen sits on a stool at his kitchen island and peels carrots as they’re washed and handed to him. He gets little flecks of peel everywhere, has to keep lining the peeler up again to get the angle right. Ye Baiyi is trimming a brisket into chunks, quick and efficiently. He keeps glancing over at Shen Shen’s work and shaking his head. “He’s worse than you,” Ye Baiyi says, to Xie’er. “Be nice,” Xie’er says. “Fine,” Ye Baiyi says. “You’re worse than him.”

chapter two of "the in-crowd," my yexie + shen shen fic is posted!
link: archiveofourown.org/works/666699...

#yexie outside pov, threesome, grief/mourning, several different meals of varying success, and a confrontation with you know who. please heed the tags!

The in-crowd. By orange_crushed Summary: One time, right out on that terrace, Ye Baiyi had given him a joint to smoke. He’d plucked it from his jean jacket pocket and handed it over with a grin. You tell Irene you got this from me, he’d said, and I’ll turn you upside-down and inside-out, kid. Shen Shen had hidden it in his room and never actually smoked it. He’d found it years later, desiccated to the extreme, pressed inside the casing of a cassette tape. He’d fantasized so many times about lighting it up, taking a—puff, or a drag, or whatever you did. Doing it perfectly. And then holding it out to an impressed thirty-two-year-old Ye Baiyi. Locking eyes with him, saying I bet you didn’t—or maybe how’s this for—no, something more like— No, he’s got no idea what he would have said. Shen Shen eats his last shrimp and retreats to the den to watch television. Just like he did back then. Notes: This fic follows chronologically from "Boogie woogie" and "L'origine du monde." I recommend reading both fics first, otherwise this may not make much sense.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) Relationships: Xie Wang/Ye Baiyi Shen Shen/Ye Baiyi Shen Shen/Xie Wang (Faraway Wanderers) Xie Wang/Ye Baiyi/Shen Shen Characters: Shen Shen (Faraway Wanderers) Ye Baiyi Xie Wang (Faraway Wanderers) Du Pusa (Faraway Wanderers) Qin Song (Faraway Wanderers) Qiao Luo Han (Word of Honor) Zhao Jing (Faraway Wanderers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Alternate Universe - 1990s 1990s Alternate Universe - The Horrors of the Art Market art and artists New York City The Art World Broadly Handwaved Self-Esteem Issues Grief/Mourning Internalized Homophobia Loneliness Threesome - M/M/M Unrequited Crush And then Requited Crush Etcetera Not Quite Polyamory But Also Not Quite Monogramy If You Can't Stand Your OTP Fucking Anyone Else That's Fine Just Don't Read This Anal Sex Oral Sex Hand Jobs Threesome Food as a Metaphor for Love Shen Shen Gets His Groove Back Daddy Kink Come Marking Snowballing very slight D/s dynamics References to Drugs One Brief Scene of Drug Use Language: English

my shen shen sequel to "boogie woogie" and "l'origine du monde" is posted! (chapter 1/2, second half + missing scene will be posted soon.)

#yexie, 1990s au, outsider pov, threesome, please mind the tags.

chapter 1 link: archiveofourown.org/works/666699...

“Oh, new intern. This is Baiyi, he fixes stuff around here sometimes.” The man is tall and a bit thin, maybe more wiry. It’s hard to tell under the silk robe he has on. No shirt and only pajama pants on the bottom. His hair is long, shaggy even. But not like it’s grown out from an old cut, but like might have been cut specifically that way. It’s one of those wolf cut shags, but it looks a bit more like a lion’s mane because it’s so thick. Anyway, it’s surprisingly working for for him. “Hey,” he says, looking startled. “You work here?” “Yes, I'm the new intern.” “You? Work here?” He asks again like Xie’er hadn’t just said. Or like he’s only half awake and not listening. He sets his palm against his forehead. “Do you need to lie down again, Baiyi?” “No,” he snaps. “I need to pay closer attention.” Then he removes his hand and looks at Xie’er again. “Hey,” he says again and holds out his hand. “Sorry, I’m kind of a weirdo.” Xie’er takes it. Feeling something close to charmed. “I won’t hold it against you,” Xie’er says. This Baiyi smiles at him in a way that makes Xie’er think he somehow knew that. “‘Preciate it, kid.”

Hey! Its Wednesday! I haven’t written as much in my wip as I wanted but I don’t have to go to work tomorrow! Here’s a fun scene in cat!Yby in which Yby is not currently a cat! #yexie #wipwednesday

The boy is a restless sleeper, waking up at odd hours and fussing with the blankets. Pulling the heavier quilt he’d shaken off only hours before back on. Or rolling over once or twice to poke at his phone thingy before sighing and tucking it back under his pillow. He wakes up at ungodly hours to have morning video calls with the man whose smarmy smile never reaches his eyes, who says cutting things like they’re little endearments, and make the boy's eyes go liquid. Ye Baiyi can’t tell if he likes it or if he’s just reacting the way he must know the man wants him to. He’s a savvy little creature.

Still haven’t written much but here’s some early Ye Baiyi thoughts on Xie’er for you before it’s not Wednesday anymore. #yexie #wipwednesday

“The Newman looks spectacular there,” Xie’er says, as they pass it. “Thank you,” Shen Shen says. “They had to bump the wall out, did I tell you? It was four inches too long.” “Hm,” Xie’er says. He looks amused by that. “I’ve had that exact problem.” “Recently?” Shen Shen says. Beside him, Ye Baiyi’s just walked into the end of the sofa and stubbed his toe. He’s muttering under his breath. “I can give you the name of my builders.”

the happier xie'er gets in this continuity the more of an unrepentant gremlin he is #wip #yexie

I have posted my new Yexie fic! It is posted to my second AO3 account that’s why the username is different.

It’s a one shot, low angst, modern setting, happy ending!

archiveofourown.org/works/66186730

#yexie #wordofhonor

“Ah, so you’ve met Ye zuzong already.” “Who?” She indicates the cat on the wall with a smile. “My husband didn’t mention him? He sort of comes with the place. You’re not allergic are you? If you are, he’ll stay in the garden. He’s good about that.” Xie’er looks at her, bewildered. “What do you mean he comes with it?” “Oh, it’s kind of his place. Or, he likes to stay here. Comes in and out, really. He’s got his own little flaps at the front and back. Did you notice? Someone installed them way before we got here. Ye zuzong’s nice enough to let us rent it for a little extra cash since he doesn’t need much space when he stays.” Xie’er was mistaken. The man’s a soft touch idiot but she’s raving. He looks at the cat again, who jumps off the wall and saunters in through the sliding door, easy as you please. Xie’er takes a breath. He need this place. There isn’t time now to get another one. He’s already here with all his things. “Will I need to feed him?” “Oh, he usually does that himself. But you can leave food out for him, if you want.”

I have barely written any of this yet, but here is some cat!Yby for #yexie #wipwednesday

“No, I—no thank you,” Shen Shen yells into her ear. Du Pusa pats him on the cheek, pityingly. Leaves him there by the bar. He sips what’s left of his cocktail and watches the crowd on the floor. Their group’s got a couple of private booths on the side, but everyone’s mostly out there, under the pink and purple lights. They’re playing music he doesn’t recognize at a volume he’s not sure should be legal. “Hey,” somebody shouts. It’s Ye Baiyi. He’s lounging at the edge of a booth. He’s got a crisp white dress shirt on, sleeves rolled halfway up to show his forearms. Top buttons open. Shen Shen swallows. Smiles. Ye Baiyi beckons Shen Shen over, and Shen Shen follows the gesture. “You want earplugs?” Ye Baiyi yells. He holds up a little plastic case. “Uh,” Shen Shen says. The bass thunders through his bones. “Yes, please!”

Ye Baiyi passes him two tiny foam earplug. Shen Shen puts them in, feeling immediately like a pathetic middle-aged loser. But then again, Ye Baiyi’s wearing them. It’s just common sense to protect your hearing. “Better?” Ye Baiyi yells. “So much better,” Shen Shen admits. Ye Baiyi laughs. Loudly. He holds up his beer and clinks it against Shen Shen’s glass. The two of them watch the crowd together for a little bit. Du Pusa certainly can—dance. He’d never have been able to keep up. In a couple of minutes, Xie’er appears from around the bar and comes to the table. He looks sort of damp. Sweaty, flushed. But also just—damp. “Hi!” he says, eagerly. He leans forward, grasps Shen Shen’s arm like he’s steadying himself, and air-kisses Shen Shen’s cheek. Except he doesn’t. He just… kisses both of Shen Shen’s cheeks. With his mouth. And then laughs. Squeezes the arm he’s got, before he lets it go. Shen Shen clutches his drink. “You made it!” “Happy birthday!” Shen Shen manages.

“Thanks!” Xie’er says. He turns his head and looks at Ye Baiyi, and his face does something Shen Shen’s never seen it do before. His eyes crinkle up. “I got overheated!” he yells, cheerfully. “Had to splash some water on my face.” “Just your face?” Ye Baiyi laughs. “Did you use a garden hose?” “Shut up!” Xie’er says. And then he leans down and kisses Ye Baiyi clumsily and passionately on the mouth. Shen Shen doesn’t mean to stare while he does it, but that’s what happens. Xie’er straightens up afterwards, runs fingers through his soaked hair, and grins. Water runs in glistening trails down his neck, his arms, under the collar of his cropped, paper-thin black tank top. It’s clinging wetly to his chest. His back. “You want to dance?” Xie’er says, to Ye Baiyi. “C’mere and drink something,” Ye Baiyi says.

working on the other boogie woogie sequel. please think of shen shen in this difficult difficult time #yexie #wip

He’s still mad… 😬

#yexie #wordofhonor

Just an old immortal and his murderous “ass that doesn’t quit” boyfriend… 🥰

#yexie #wordofhonor

The kid’s hand is right there beside the pillow, elbow tucked in, palm raised and fingers half-curled. Baiyi wants to behave himself, wants to be patient, but he’s finding it impossible. It’d be the easiest thing in the world to lift up and kiss the meat under his thumb, the big tendon in his wrist. And then he’d be awake, and his eyes would open, and then Baiyi could see if— Last night he came apart in Baiyi’s hand like a snapped string of beads. But there is such a thing as buyer’s remorse. In the dark you don’t see all the features you’re getting. You miss rips and stains. Baiyi waits. The room's brightened, in a dim way. It's hardly golden springtime; maybe you could generously call it silver. If he slid out of bed now, he could go upstairs and brush his teeth. Do a quick shave. There's nothing he can do about the grey. He shifts. Slides one leg out of the covers, testing the cold air. “Mm,” the kid says, blearily.

chapter 2/2 of "l'origine du monde" is posted! #yexie
link: archiveofourown.org/works/659988...

L'origine du monde, by orange_crushed. Summary: They met on purpose. Baiyi figured that out in about five minutes. The kid just pretended to run into him, to recognize him, to remember that talk he’d once given at SoHo 20; when they'd taken their drinks to the end of the bar, a spot in marginally better light, it was easy to see he was years too young to have really been there. If he had been there, he’d probably have remembered Baiyi getting into a short argument with Eileen Spikol and having a girl in the audience stand up and call him a chauvinist pig. Baiyi let the kid buy him a whiskey anyway, despite the obvious lie. When you want the drink it's hard to be a stickler. Notes: This fic is a sequel/parallel to "Boogie Woogie," and I recommend reading that story first!

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: 山河令 | Word of Honor (TV 2021) Relationship: Xie Wang/Ye Baiyi Characters: Xie Wang (Faraway Wanderers, Ye Baiyi, Du Pusa (Faraway Wanderers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting Alternate Universe - The Horrors of the Art Market art and artists 1990s Alternate Universe - 1990s Diabetes New York City The Art World Broadly Handwaved More Namedropping But Less Than Last Time Self-Esteem Issues Depression Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Food as a Metaphor for Love Grief/Mourning Past Abuse Oral Sex Anal Sex Daddy Kink The Daddy Kink Is Minor But It Is Xie'er We're Talking About So Extremely Vague Discussion of Testing for STDs/HIV Suicidal Thoughts References to Drugs Angst with a Happy Ending Second Chances Language: English

new #yexie fic: l'origine du monde (1/2)
link: archiveofourown.org/works/659988...

art, sadness, food, more art, grief, and getting back up. (this fic is a sequel to "boogie woogie," so read that first!) 🖼️🎨🍛

Bumping this new fic again. #yexie forever!

@sunshot.bsky.social's new #yexie fic has me so hype for them that i reopened my stalled wip and wrote another. uh. four thousand words

“Get over yourself,” Baiyi says, thickly. Embarrassed. He looks away, stares blindly into the television. The colors whiz by. “I don’t know what I want, either,” the kid says. “Great,” Baiyi says, “fantastic. Go figure it out someplace el—” “I didn’t understand before,” the kid interrupts. “I’m sorry for what I said.” Baiyi doesn’t say anything back. He tries to will himself to pay attention to the vegetable-grater demonstration now unfolding. You could really do anything with it, according to these nicely-dressed white women. Soups, salads, other kinds of salads. The sky would be the limit.

this snippet somehow contains my favorite line of the fic so far #yexie #wip