Fanxing AU: Wu Fan is an international male-model-turned-actor on a short break from filming and spends the day in an obscure little coffee shop where he meets decidedly pansexual, smooth-talking Fine Arts student Zhang Yixing. Cue drama.
"Are you drawing me?"
Cappucino Dude looks up with a rather dazed-looking expression before breaking out into a smile. “Yeah.”
He’s taken a bit aback, and no, it’s totally not because of his brown eyes. “Well you’re refreshingly honest,” Wu Fan says, flashing him the world famous smirk that got his face plastered in billboards all over the world.
"And you’re extremely handsome," the smug little shit answers, before holding up a hand. "Can you hold that look for a sec? That expression of utter incredulity is inspired and I kind of need to pass a portrait in thirty minutes or my professor is going to fry my ass."
Wu Fan barely resists the urge to dump his half-finished cup of cappuccino over his head and throttling the little shit’s neck and that’s only because there are too many witnesses to the crime. “My company has exclusive ownership over my face so no pictures or sketches allowed,” Wu Fan grits out before attempting to grab Cappuccino Dude’s drawing pad, which is promptly pulled out of his reach.
"Aww, come on. Just one measely portrait," he says and no, that mischievous little smile is totally not adorable. “Think of it as a charitable contribution to poor, starving artists who can’t afford actual male models. When I’m famous, I’ll remember to include you in 50 percent of my award speeches.” He flashes Wu Fan an infuriatingly happy smile before continuing to sketch.
"Only 50 percent?" He raises an eyebrow.
"Well, I was thinking of 25 percent but I figured that’d be too cheap for a face like yours," he responds with a playful little smile and Wu Fan promptly rolls his eyes.
"Do you have any idea who I am? What I can do to you?” he fumes and ugh, he sounds so douchey he wants to puke. The things this kid is making him say, Jesus Christ.
"Oh I’m pretty sure you can do a whole lot of things to me and most of them I would probably enjoy very much," he says with a wink and okay, this kid is literally batshit insane.
"I’m not trying to hit on you, you little shit, stop that," Wu Fan growls under his breath but Cappuccino Dude only leans in to tip his head to the side and observe his jawline.
"You can totally hit on me, you know, I’d be cool with that. Wow, your jawline is beautiful,” he marvels, changing topics so fast that Wu Fan’s mind is reeling from it. It doesn’t stop him from slapping the guy’s hand off his face and backing off as far as the couch will allow him.
"Hands off the merchandise, asshole," Wu Fan hisses, ignoring the tingling on the skin under his jaw. "Are you going to give me the fucking sketchbook or do I have to call the cops on you?"
Cappuccino Dude still looks unfazed, just seemingly hell-bent on finishing his work. “Seriously, I would love to react appropriately to your promises of human rights violation and violence but Professor Heechul is a hell of a lot scarier than cops and impending jail time, trust me,” he says, hands and mouth moving so fast it’s making Wu Fan even dizzier. “So how about I give this to you when he’s done grading it, say next week?”
"Okay, what the hell makes you think you’re in any position to negotiate here? You are not leaving with that damn sketchbook," Wu Fan grits out, noticing there’s more and more people crowding the cafe and staring at their table.
Cappuccino Dude closes the drawing pad and leans forward, mischievous smile in place and tantalizing. “Watch me,” he challenged before grabbing his bag and jacket and slinging the former over his shoulder and the latter over his forearm. “The name’s Zhang Yixing and you can drop by the art gallery just a few blocks down Hanyang University on Friday if you want your portrait.”
He walks away before Wu Fan can get ahold of his senses much less move his legs. “What the—" Before he can actually chase after him, he’s suddenly being squashed in the middle of a sea of adoring fans, screaming right into his ear and shoving camera phones right at his face.
Wu Fan groans before plastering on a well-practiced smile, irritated that he can’t seem to get angry that he’d just been coerced into a date by the most infuriating college student on the face of the planet.
Fanxing AU where Wu Fan and Yixing are sort-of dating (and by “sort-of” meaning Wu Fan follows him around like a lost puppy and Yixing throws him a bone every now and then) and Yixing finds out about Wu Fan’s secret by accident (and by “accident” meaning some asshole tries to hit on Yixing and alerts Wu Fan’s possessive wolfy instincts).
So Yixing’s life? Yeah, it’s kind of normal. Some would say boring, especially his older brother Lu Han who thinks practicing the guitar and cooping himself inside the house all day equates to no social life whatsoever.
Really, nothing remarkable has ever happened to Yixing ever.
Or at least that was the case until about three seconds when his sort-of (nothing’s official, he’s only 17 okay) boyfriend appears out of fucking nowhere, lifts a six-foot basketball player with one hand and flings him to the other side of the locker room.
He’s barely aware that his mouth has fallen open, brain busy taking in Woo Bin’s unconscious slumped figure against the lockers and Wu Fan’s yellow eyes, claws and seriously scary ass teeth.
Wu Fan suddenly growls, rough and dangerous, using said teeth and Yixing can’t help taking a step back in surprise. Hell, anyone would at this point because Wu Fan - or is it still Wu Fan? what is he? - is vibrating with anger and the need to rip someone apart with those seriously scary teeth that it’s almost physically pushing at him to get the fuck out right now.
He doesn’t, because Yixing makes stupid life choices and maybe because Wu Fan looks about two seconds away from stalking over to where Woo Bin is curled like a doll in the corner and tearing him limb from limb. Which is totally not cool, even if he had been attempting to divest Yixing of his clothing against his will just a few minutes ago.
"Wh-what the hell?” Ok, so maybe not so unconscious. Woo Bin stares at Wu Fan with wide, terrified eyes and looks like he’s about to faint again.
"Get out of here!" Yixing yells and because he’s stupid (God, his older brother was right all along) he jumps in front of a dangerous-looking Wu Fan with his arms spread like a terribly cliche drama heroine.
He doesn’t turn around to watch the guy run out of the locker room like his life depended on it (it really does) but he does keep his eyes trained on Wu Fan, stopping him on his tracks.
"Wu Fan, don’t. Calm down, okay. Put those fangs away and let’s just all calm down," he says. His voice is shaking so maybe he’s not all that convincing to both Wu Fan and himself at the moment but it does succeed in drawing Wu Fan’s murderous look from Woo Bin to himself.
Yixing may have flinched, a little bit, but there’s no part of him that’s scared of Wu Fan hurting him. Wu Fan would never hurt him, he knows that on an instinctive level just as he knew the day Wu Fan walked into his homeroom class one year ago that he was going to change Yixing’s life in some way.
Wu Fan doesn’t put away the fangs though and continues to look like he’s itching to disembowel one of his teammates. “He hurt you," Wu Fan snarls and okay, he’s seriously considering not poking fun of Wu Fan’s fashion choices for at least three months after this.
"I’m fine, totally completely fine. I’m better than fine, so please just-"
“You’re my mate. He touched my mate. I’m going to kill him,” Wu Fan growls, eyes burning gold they almost look like twin flames. Okay, this time Yixing does take a full step back but only because he’s too shocked by this sudden turn of events.
"Mate? Me? As in you…me? What?" Yixing tries not to gape, he really does, but it happens anyway because nothing goes his away apparently. Oh, oh. That actually explains a lot of things. Wu Fan following him around since day one, constantly showering him with attention, giving the stink eye to anyone who so much as attempts to get near Yixing. However, while the werewolf part didn’t even faze him, this, this is making his hackles rise up a mile a second.
"And you didn’t even think of telling me before this? Not even a stupid memo telling me ‘hey Xing, you and I are kind of fated to be together and all so don’t be shocked if you find out we’re already wolf-married’? Am I not part of this relationship? Do I not get a say on this? What the hell do you think you’re doing keeping things from your mate, you jerk?" And by time he’s aware that he’s got his arms crossed in front of his chest and he’s yelling at a six-foot, probably indestructible werewolf, he’s heaving and Wu Fan has retracted his fangs and looking incredibly contrite.
Which is…a ridiculous enough sight that Yixing feels his anger dissipate in seconds. Stupid bond thingy.
Wu Fan balls his fists by his side and averts his eyes. “I’m s-sorry. I wanted to tell you, I did but you’re 17 and just—” Wu Fan looks and oh God, his eyes are back to their beautiful brown state and they’re shining. Glistening. Like he’s about to cry. "I’m sorry, I know I don’t have the right, I don’t but can I hold you? Just for a second? I’m going crazy."
Yixing is about to say, something is literally pulling him to nod his head and give in but he sucks in a deep breath and puts a hand up. “Give me one good reason why I should even let you near me right now.”
Wu Fan whimpers, fucking whimpers, like Yixing is actually causing him physical pain at the moment. “The scent of your blood and fear and that guy on your skin are all driving me crazy. If I don’t hold you and mark you, I’m not sure I can control myself not to kill him. I would be justified in killing someone who tries to hurt my mate but I know you won’t like that,” Wu Fan says, almost begs and Yixing gets it.
He may not understand this whole werewolf thingy (he might be a genius but he just found out that supernatural creatures exist like ten minutes ago so stop judging him) but all he knows is Wu Fan is literally in pain right now from trying to suppress whatever it is his wolf-y instincts is telling him to do and it’s because of him. He’s hurt because of Yixing.
"You idiot!" He yells before dragging Wu Fan out of the locker room to the empty gym and literally throwing himself at the guy. "You are going to be in so much trouble tomorrow, I swear to God," he says into Wu Fan’s shoulder because that’s really the only thing he can do when Wu Fan is holding him tight and hard enough to bruise and is pressing his nose into his neck like he means business. Which, he probably does.
Yixing doesn’t know what the hell Wu Fan meant by ‘marking’ but he finds out a few seconds later when Wu Fan goes to town on him, nosing and licking every exposed area of skin above his uniform.
"Oh, oh. Th-that’s what you meant, okay,” he babbles, knees going weak and mind entering drugged state because of Wu Fan’s mouth.
“Mine. You’re mine,” Wu Fan growls, there’s really no other way of describing it, body thrumming with barely-contained energy. “Don’t ever let anyone touch you. You’re mine. Mine.”
It’s almost desperate, the way Wu Fan clings and pleads, that Yixing cards fingers through his hair, whispering, “ssh, I’m here. It’s okay, I’m yours. I understand.”
And the thing is, he does understand.
Yixing should really feel more offended by this whole werewolf-claiming business but strangely enough, it’s not as big a deal as it should be. He’s always been known to take things in a stride, whether it was the first he’d accidentally walked in on his older brother and his boyfriend Minseok in their room or that awkward moment he found out his best friend Jongin has a boner for their English teacher Mr. Do, but there’s just something about Wu Fan holding him like he never wants to let go that feels right.
He doesn’t know how long they stay like that, wrapped in each other against the wall of a dark, empty gym but eventually Wu Fan calms down and stops marking him (and if there’s a very awkward tent in Yixing’s pants that is neither here nor there).
"Wu Fan?" he ventures, almost timidly.
"I can’t feel my arms." And Wu Fan laughs, a barely-there sound that’s gorgeous and welcome. He loosens his hold on Yixing but doesn’t let go, a move which he sears into memory.
Wu Fan sighs and disentangles himself from Yixing, keeping his head bowed. “I’m sorry, Xing, I wanted to tell you, I did—”
"It’s fine, jeez. This is a pretty huge secret, you can’t just go around telling this to anybody," he says but if anything, it only serves to make Wu Fan look even more contrite.
"But you’re not just anybody, you—you’re Yixing.” Wu Fan runs a hand through his hair like he doesn’t know what to do with himself. “God, you probably don’t want me around you right now but I would never hurt you, I’d never—”
"Okay, okay, calm down. Deep breaths," he interrupts when Wu Fan looks like he’s about a couple of seconds away from a full-blown panic attack. He puts his hands on either side of Wu Fan’s face when it looks like he’s about to run to the opposite direction, forcing him to look. "I trust you, I know you’re not going to hurt me and I’m not scared of you. But if we’re going to make this work, I’m going to need a more detailed version of your life and whatever secrets you’re keeping from me. Webbed feet, crazy aunts — whatever it is I can handle it so no more secrets, alright?"
He looks Wu Fan in the eye, meaning him to understand that they’re in this together if he just fucking cooperates and tells him stuff and he can tell the exact moment when Wu Fan sort of gets it. He looks conflicted, like he can’t believe Yixing is saying all this and he doesn’t dare hope that he’s catching a break.
"I, uhm, okay." Yep, that’s his Wu Fan, always the most eloquent guy in the party.
"And no more trying to maim or kill people."
"Okay." And because he’s physically unable to lie to Yixing, adds, "I’ll try."
Yixing rolls his eyes and lets go of him. “Good enough. For now.”
"You just found out I’m not human after I tried to kill someone and that’s all you’re going to say?"
Yixing shrugs his shoulders, smiling. “Not every day I’m mated to a werewolf. Might as well milk it for what it’s worth,” which is Yixing speak for ‘I love you enough to accept whatever you dish out’ and of course, Wu Fan being Wu Fan gets it.
"So first of all, is it true you like to eat human livers? Because I like mine where it is, thank you very much."
Wu Fan raises an eyebrow, clearly judging Yixing’s sanity. “I think you’re confusing me with a gumiho.”
"Fox, wolf, same difference. Oh oh hey what’s your real age? You’re not like 150 years old are you? Do you know any vampires? Or mermaids? Oh my god, does this mean Supernatural was based on real life events? Oh my God."
Yixing is holding on to Wu Fan’s arm at this point, attacking him with a barrage of questions so he misses the fond smile on Wu Fan’s face as he shakes his head.
"Just had to get the nerd, did I?"
"Nothing. Just…I love you."
"I love you too. Oh my God, what about witches? If you tell me Hogwarts is real, so help me—"
And there’s no helping it really, Wu Fan just laughs and laughs.
His first impression of Yixing is wow, he’s too beautiful to be real.
It’s pretty obvious that Yixing knows because he can see that stupid ass smirk all the way from across the rink as he’s practicing his quad toes.
Yifan himself is not a figure skater, he prefers the thrill of…
Fanxing AU where Yixing and Wu Fan are teenagers who meet in Tumblr and fall in love. Wu Fan decides to surprise him on their first monthsary.
"Hey Xing — okay, lamest greeting in the history of greetings, wow, smooth Wu Fan — anyway, okay. So this is me, I mean this is what I look like. My mom tells me I’m good-looking and you know, she’s got pretty good taste so I’m hoping you agree with her on that, though I’m not too concerned about that since I know you already love me for my personality," he says with an exaggerated wink that makes Yixing want to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Okay, what was the point of this video again? Oh yeah, happy first month anniversay! Or monthsary? Is that even a real word? Whatever, you get it. Anyway, point is, congratulations for putting up with me for a whole month! Well, you’ve been putting up with me for two years if we get really technical but yeah, you get the point.
"I know I’m not the most ideal boyfriend. I say the wrong things, I have random mental breakdowns, I stubbornly ship Wincest even when you tell me Destiel is the shit and I live on the other side of the world — wow, I’m a pretty shitty boyfriend — but, yeah. Point is, I’d always stay up late just to be able to talk to you for five seconds. I’ll listen to you rant about your OTP which I don’t even ship. I’m a total catch, right?
Yixing’s breath catches when Wu Fan leans into the screen, hands on either side of his laptop as if holding on for dear life.
“It’s hard, right? I know I’m going crazy all the time thinking of you, wanting to see you. Most of the time I question the universe why we had to be placed in two different countries, which is a serious pain in the ass, but God, I’m so grateful for the one in a billion chance of finding you on Tumblr. There’s like hundreds of websites and millions of blogs but we still managed to find each other and that sort of shit is just — just unreal. That’s the stuff magic and dreams are made of. Like literally the best and luckiest thing that has ever happened to me was meeting you in this site two years ago. Well, I’ve probably used up all my luck for this lifetime just meeting you but it’s cool, totally 100% better than cool actually.”
And Yixing can’t help but smile through his tears at the sight of Wu Fan’s goofy smirk, like he’s really trying to be cool but is really too happy to do anything but grin.
"Just hold on a little bit for me, alright? I’ll come home to you soon. I love you," Wu Fan whispers, voice low and intimate before pressing a kiss to the screen. Yixing catches the kiss on his palm and curls his fingers over it, tucking their precious first kiss into his skin and his heart for safekeeping.
Six months. Just six months and Wu Fan will be home.
"I love you too."