Collection of Oneshot Fanfics

Addiction (Golden Stage)

Summary: Fu Shen promised not to bathe without Yan Xiaohan, but the latter was so busy with court affairs that he sent monks to help his wife wash up.

alternatively,

"I want you to give me a head, not to see a bald monk's head.

Pairing: Fu Shen x Yan Xiaohan (M/M)

Genre/Content Warnings: fluff, angst, mention of divorce, multiple marriages, drug addiction, drugs, relapse, kissing, biting
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As the power struggle between the royal family and the threat of neighboring enemies attacking ensued, Fu Shen hadn't had the time to cherish and hold his wife, Yan Xiaohan, into his arms.

It was a good thing Yan Xiaohan was not the type of person who would monopolize someone's time. He himself had no energy to spare as he was too occupied with court affairs. As a matter of fact, Yan Xiaohan was so busy that he didn't have enough time to bathe—let alone help someone else bathe.

Fu Shen sneered at himself when the image of a jealous Yan Xiaohan flashed in his mind. Back then, to get his wife to stop sulking, Fu Shen made a ridiculous promise of not bathing without Yan Xiaohan by his side.

Yan Xiaohan agreed. That decision of Fu Shen actually led to their first kiss, and Fu Shen realizing that his affection for his wife ran deep.

Fu Shen was a stern person, rarely conceding to persuasion. However, he was willing to do even the most unreasonable thing just to put Yan Xiaohan at ease. But as it turned out, Yan Xiaohan was a reasonable man.

He didn't insist on bathing with Fu Shen. He even allowed monks—fucking monks—to help his wife wash up.

Fu Shen glared at the said monks, whose eyes were closed while murmuring sutras. According to Yan Xiaohan, these monks 'help' heal affliction. Of course, the Duke of Jing didn't believe this, but even with his sharp tongue, Fu Shen couldn't directly tell Yan Xiaohan how bullshit this was.

But then again, Fu Shen was only human. After a week of enduring, he couldn't take it anymore and snap.

"Yan Meng'gui!"

Almost at once, the door of the bathing room flew open. Yan Xiaohan broke the circle of monks surrounding the tub where Fu Shen soaked.

"Jingyuan, what is it." Yan Xiaohan grabbed his wife's cool arms. Worry was evident in his eyes, but Fu Shen didn't look like he was hurt. The only emotion seen on his face was annoyance.

Fu Shen moved away from Yan Xiaohan's touch. He demanded coldly, "I want them out."

Yan Xiaohan opened his mouth, perhaps to argue, but Fu Shen didn't give him a chance to utter a single word.

"I won't repeat myself. I want them out." Fu Shen looked away from the monks' blinding bald heads. His temper rose even higher. "Now!"

Yan Xiaohan sighed softly. He murmured a soft alright to his wife; his languid gaze turned cold when he looked at the monks.

"Do as the duke says."

The monks recited one more line of their sutra before taking their leave. Only two souls remained in the bathing room. The tense atmosphere cooled down.

"Brother Yan, why do you insist those bald monks help me bathe?"

When Yan Xiaohan turned to look at Fu Shen, he felt he had been transported eight years ago. There was no trace of the commander of the Northern Yan Iron Cavalry, nor the Duke of Jing, to the Fu Shen he was currently seeing. What Yan Xiaohan saw was the teenager Jingyuan, who only wanted to pluck orchids.