In which Kris has a green thumb and Zitao is the clumsy intern breaking vases. (Ten years of wushu my patootie.)

Tao and Kris have been together for years and have finally decided they're ready to have a child. Months later, Tao is ready to give birth to their son but how strange it is when things change at the last second. (Pointless, indulgent mpreg fluff. Oops?)

I must repent. It is the only reason Wu Fan agrees to his father's ridiculous idea in the first place. It is the only thing that keeps him rooted in his seat, keeps his tongue still in his mouth as he bites it to hold back the words of protest that yearn to escape. It is this thought, and this thought alone, that has kept Wu Fan in his rightful place where he belongs. As the son of a Minister, it is his duty to learn the tricks of the trade and to follow in his father's

Sehun has Nutella. And he's looking for Kris. This can mean only one thing... (just a cracky lil fic obviously inspired by sehun's instagram update of nutella.)

Jongin wants nothing more than to be able to take Sehun apart and put him together again.

Tao is angry. (Just a small TaoRis drabble that takes place during Kai and Chanyeol's awesome cover of Dang Dang Dang.)