Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Given Fox

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Dear Wonderful Readers,

I don't usually write anything at the beginning of a story, but this is just to give you guys a heads up.

@Ancient_Dream_SS requested more about DragonJi and FoxXian, so here you go!

Anything with Fox in the title will be snippets of their love and lives, and I'll try and write more here and there, but no promises because I have a series planned that I want to write for this book, but I'm getting close to the chapter maximum count (only allowed up to 199 and this one is already at 181).

At this rate, there will surely be a Fluffy WangXian Oneshots Book 2 coming soon…

Charlie

Please enjoy…

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DragonJi looked around the bedroom again for his favourite jumper, just in case he'd missed it the first time around, but no, it did not magically appear as he wished.

He rifles through the wardrobe once more, hoping that it's really in here and it's the clang of the empty wooden hangers which alerts him to another fact: empty hangers mean more of his clothes are missing.

That's not good.

In a house that occupies a very active, boisterous fox hybrid, his beautiful, chaotic husband to be exact, and himself, a dragon hybrid, it seems quite the mystery for his clothes to go missing.

The logical step would be to ask his husband if he knows where his favourite jumper is, not to mention the pale blue shirt he was planning to wear tomorrow, or the white linen top with the shoelace neck… and where the heck were his vests?

His golden eyes drift towards the spot where their laundry basket usually sits, and finding it vacant, DragonJi decides to check the utility room for clues, just on the off chance his chore-hating husband has decided today is laundry day.

Life has never been so wonderful to live, he thinks, taking in the domesticity of his surroundings.

People might think it strange that a dragon of all mythical beings, would form an eternal bond with a fox spirit, and a celestial one at that, (he snorts to himself because his husband is the furthest thing on the scale of celestial beings, ever, in fact, if ever celestial met FoxXian, they'd both be screeching in horror, very much like wild animals presented with a mirror being secretly filmed).

But the truth was, from the moment DragonJi had laid his possessive, golden eyes on his beautiful husband to be, he had fallen deeply, irrevocably in love with the naughty little menace, and hadn't looked back since.

FoxXian was captivating to look at.

His luxurious flame-coloured fur was thick and soft to the touch, so calming whenever DragonJi felt anxious, the tip of his fluffy tail as black as night, and his belly was as scritchable as a soft fluffy cushion, and DragonJi was honoured that his husband only ever allowed him to scratch it and give him belly rubs.

DragonJi loved hearing his chirruping, the little snuffles and whines, all the different ways FoxXian liked to communicate with him. His beautifully expressive silver eyes, ever watchful and filled with naughty intentions, all the world's mischief packed into one tiny, delicious body, was a joy to behold.

That was FoxXian in his animal form.

And then, there was Wei Ying in his human form, but he was a God, really.

Temptation on two legs, DragonJi found it a severe test of his self control not to keep touching him. His wiry frame was a mirror of his animal form, just as active, expressive, bouncy in this body as the one with four legs.