heart of my hearts // dw x sw x wo oneshots [REQUESTS CLOSED]

wen yang x reader

AN: I love this boy, he's so precious. I also apologize for the teahouse scene, I love teahouses.
Oohkahmee 's request
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Blushing Virgin

Sometimes you would hear jokes from the other officers about Wen Yang being the typical "blushing virgin." Since you knew from actual experience, unlike anybody else, Wen Yang absolutely was not a "blushing virgin." He was a blushing every thing. Just the slightest display of affection and the poor man would go crimson and jelly-kneed in two seconds. Not that you minded it though. Seeing Wen Qin's famed warrior of a son, the proclaimed reincarnation of Shu's Zhao Yun, lose composure over the simple usage of his style name or a quick peck on the cheek made you giggle.

"Speak of the devil," you say to yourself as you spot Wen Yang down the corridor.
"I take it that your sparring session with Master Jia Chong and Master Sima Zhao is over?" You call down the hallway towards him. You watch as he removes his helmet and runs a large hand through his obsidian hair.

You thought he was gorgeous. Hell, everyone thought he was gorgeous. But not many women get close enough to reveal his personality, which was incredibly endearing, you had to admit.
"Yes our sparring session has ceased," he declares once you two became in close proximity of each other.

"How was it?" You ask him, tenderly laying a hand on the chest plate of his glinting, silver armor. Your hand doesn't even touch skin and his cheeks immediately turn a bright pink. You have to suppress your laughter.

"It was fine, no one got hurt. Master Sima Zhao and Master Jia Chong are very formidable opponents," he says, glancing down at the hand on his chest.
"Is there anything else you have to do today, Ciqian?"

Wen Yang blushes even more at your usage of his courtesy name. He moves an arm to remove your hand but as soon as his hand comes in contact with yours, you don't hesitate as you intertwine your fingers together. You bet that under all that armor he's probably suffering from a full body blush. You didn't understand how one man could get so flustered in so little time.
"A-ah. N-no I don't. N-nothing that I recall..." He stutters adorably.
"Well come on then," you say with a grin. "You've earned yourself a night off. Tea, meatbuns maybe?"
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You and your lover, Wen Yang, sit outside on the wooden porch of a teahouse. It's like a brush dipped in stars was dragged across the sky, of course leaving a spot for the moon. Cyan colored tassels and cloths hang over the elegant doorway leading towards the inside of the teahouse. You insist that Wen Yang holds hands with you across the table as you wait for food. You playfully kick at the stone tiles underneath your feet as you and Wen Yang exchange mundane questions about each other's day. You're tempted to tell him about the "blushing virgin" comments, but decide to keep it to yourself. He'd be flushed red for days if he found out. Soon, a slender handmaiden appears at the table, a reasonably sized bowl of meatbuns for the two of you in hand. She places the bowl in between you, before murmuring something about drinks and walking away. Conversation from Wen Yang ceases as his eyes light up at the sight of food. He bites happily into the bun, quickly finishing it but leaving a smear of brown sauce near the corner of his lip. You expect him to wipe it away with his cloth napkin but he doesn't seem to notice as he reaches for another. It drives you crazy. You stretch out a hand across the table and proceed to wipe away the smear with your thumb, at the same time Wen Yang childishly attempts to lick at the stain. Accidentally, he ends up licking the tip of your thumb after you've managed to remove sauce from his face.

"A-ah!" Wen Yang gasps as he blushes furiously. You smirk as you suck the spicy-sweet sauce from the meatbun off your thumb. Reaching for your own meatbun, the slender handmaiden from before returns, two sloshing cups of red wine in hand.
"Is there anything else that-" she pauses in the middle of her sentence to stare at Wen Yang's flushed face.
"My lord are you alright? Do you have a fever?"
Oh God this is too good to be true, you thought to yourself, stifling peals of laughter. Wen Yang waves his hand dismissively, discomfort very apparent on his face.
"No! No, I am fine, thank you." The girl looks at him askance before placing the glasses on the table and reluctantly leaving you be. The moment she leaves, you explode into fits of giggles, leaving Wen Yang to glare at you over the rim of his wine glass.

"What's so funny?" He asks even though his tone suggests he already knows the answer.
"Why are you always so easy to fluster, my lord?" You ask in between giggles.
Wen Yang performs the ritual gasp and stutter, then the struggling to find a response before you cut in.
"Not to worry," you say, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his cheek. "It's cute."