Rating: Mature
Chapters: 1/5
Relationship: Zhuo Yichen/Li Lun; off-screen minor Zhuo Yichen/Zhao Yuanzhou | Zhu Yan
Tags: Hurt/Comfort; Emotional Hurt/Comfort; Angst; PTSD; Banter; bondage but not in the fun sexy way
Fic Summary:
Zhao Yuanzhou isn't dead. He's safe and well. He seemed happy and at peace with being imprisoned by Wen Xiao – welcomed it, even. And it meant that Zhuo Yichen didn't have to kill him again, with the danger of him causing harm to others or – hopefully – himself now past.
He should be happy… right? So why does he feel so bereft and miserable?
Zhuo Yichen and Li Lun reel in the aftermath of Zhao Yuanzhou's sealing.
This fic is set immediately after @acernor's fic: Sealed and also references previous fics in my fangy ficxit spin-off series. You can read this as a standalone, but you will lack some context lol
Chapter 1: Pretend you don't see
Zhuo Yichen blinks in stunned silence at the closed door following Wen Xiao's dramatic exit.
Seconds? Minutes? pass before his senses return to the well appointed room Zhao Yuanzhou had occupied in the busy inn. It's only the angry thrashing of the still-bound Li Lun out the corner of his eye that draws his attention and pulls him out of his stupor.
Thoughts whirled through his mind in synch with the snow that would kill him. Memories and truths he'd tried to suppress.
Zhuo Yichen had always known love to be the first warm rays of springtime sunlight, melting the white snow sorrow into the beautiful pink blossoms of a cherry tree in bloom.
That was his love for Wen Xiao.
She was the melody at the edge of his heart; the soft smile that caught his breath; and the clever quip warming his cheek.
Zhuo Yichen had not known that this love was destined to own only half his heart. He had not known that he should guard himself against a love like the storm at sea.
Inescapable and unassailable.
But how did one guard against someone who would love the springtime in his heart with the same devotion as could be found in Zhuo Yichen himself? How did one protect oneself from a soul that was mate to itself?
His love for Zhao Yuanzhou was the tears wetting the earth into a new life, the blood that burned its brand over his heart like a hot ember pressed into his chest.
The ancient demon was the innuendo that caught Zhuo Yichen's tongue into a mortified trip; he was the lecherous monkey whose eyes sparked with faux guilelessness; most of all, he was the seamless dance over a calm pool of water transforming their every battle into poetry that promised one day to shred his heart into crimson mist.
He had known he would love Wen Xiao until his last breath from the moment he'd cradled the tiny blue wildflowers between his palms.
He had thought he would hate Zhu Yan until the last beat of his heart from the moment his brother's sword dropped from his numb fingers.
What agony to know that he was destined to be right about one and so wrong about the other. What cruelty that he was fated to pierce his family sword through the heart of the demon who was not the monster from his absent nightmares, after all, but instead the man who in the catching of Wen Xiao's heart had snagged Zhuo Yichen's too.
He did not even know which pain would have proved greater.
The sight of Zhao Yuanzhou transformed into golden starlight and blown away by the wind?
Or the scream in Zhuo Yichen's ear as Wen Xiao fell to her knees and wept until all that might maybe make her move were the pleas from Pei Sijing.
Zhuo Yichen would certainly not have dared burden her sight with the blood of her beloved on the hands of her friend for longer than a brief goodbye.
Was it not kinder for Zhuo Yichen to take this unexpected opportunity to cut that destined ending short? If he was the sacrifice that gave a future to the spring sunlight and the storm bringing life back to the frozen earth under their feet... was that not only right?
Was it not better to entomb himself in ice and break only his own heart? His heart would break anyway, why not let it be for something useful?
Ice spun around and around him. White across vision, the cold biting into his skin and numbing Zhuo Yichen to the reality taking shape behind him.
Behind him, Wen Xiao screamed.
Behind him, Zhao Yuanzhou raged with the cold fury of a storm at sea. Relentless and unyielding.
Even Pei Sijing loosed arrow after arrow in the vain hope of saving him - because she cared, yes, but also because to save him was to save Wen Xiao.
Behind him, he was breaking hearts anyway; hearts that refused to be broken; hearts that howled in denial and battered against his choice with the seething frenzy of heated iron.
His head turned with painful slowness until finally Zhuo Yichen's eyes were caught like a rabbit in a snare. For the first time, it felt as if the Great Demon truly did wish to rend the flesh from his bone.
His voice gone, Zhuo Yichen pleaded through his eyes. 'Let it be me.'
'No!' Zhao Yuanzhou stared back with the look carved into the face of a mountain.
Additional Tags: Whump, Pei Sijing Whump, Hurt Pei Sijing, Blood and Injury, Impalement, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Polyamory, whump for women agenda, pei sijing sad and covered in blood
Summary:
Pei Sijing regrets not saying goodbye to them.
Her intention had been to do so. But when she found them, Zhao Yuanzhou had been getting to his feet in the Bureau's pool. Xiao Zhuo's chest was heaving. His hands in fists at his sides. Obviously the culprit of Zhao Yuanzhou's situation. Wen Xiao was laughing at them both, cleverly moving out of range of the splashing that Zhao Yuanzhou fired back with. Her face was alight in a way that squeezed all the air from Pei Sijing's chest.
She'd stepped back into the shadows to watch them.
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From the moment he changed form in front of them, at her request, he's been docile with desire.
Fandom: 大梦归离 | Fangs of Fortune (TV)
Relationships: Pei Sijing/Wen Xiao/Zhao Yuanzhou | Zhu Yan
Additional Tags: purveyor of unusual ship tags is back with new wares, Post-Canon, genderful sex, Shapeshifting, author's not at all disguised interest in zyz's relationship to body and gender, for those of you who are like "where are the suffering doms???" i've got you babe, Cunnilingus
Series: Part 2 of teeth
Summary:
From the moment he changed form in front of them, at her request, he's been docile with desire.
Series: Part 3 of starving: the fangs of fortune touch starvation 'verse
Summary:
The panic expanding against his ribcage eases enough that Zhao Yuanzhou can take a breath. He promised them he would speak. He gives himself up to it like slitting his throat. Swallows the part of himself trying to escape. Who has more right to his secrets than them?
The words feel bulky and sharp-edged as he says them: "All touch is hard to accept."
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"I always thought that would feel good," Zhao Yuanzhou muses, waiting until she's looking at him to wipe her wetness off his mouth. He knows she likes the gesture. Second orgasm barely ended and she already yearns for a third. He knows that too. "Just a little bit of teeth."
"What do you mean?" Wen Xiao asks him, something about the way he's phrased it calling to her curiosity. Her hand rises to her hair but the pen's long since been pulled from it.
He rolls over, takes the crease between her thigh and her pelvis as a pillow. She settles against the bed, simmering. Her fingers work themselves gently through his hair to his scalp.
"When I wore that form, it was something I wanted," he answers, casually giving her information she'll reel from for weeks.
He wants — Wen Xiao has teeth. She can oblige. Oh, oh maybe she and Pei jiejie can oblige together. Could the three of them eat one another in a circle?
She makes to clench her thighs, is stopped by his weight, remembers she's in the middle of what is probably a very important conversation.
Breathing deeply but, hopefully, quietly, she says, "Why did you stop using that form?"
He links a hand with her other one behind his head like he isn't even thinking of doing it. It's a free and easy movement the likes of which she'd once thought they'd never see.
"I used to change between them," he explains, brow lightly creased as he thinks. His tone shifts from ponderous to certain when he remembers. "Li Lun didn't like that shape like this one."
Casually, casually he reveals things that boil her.
With effort, she swallows wrathful words. Zhao Yuanzhou accepts anger at Li Lun on anyone's behalf but his own. She doesn't want to hurt the wrong man.
She considers.
"Zhao Yuanzhou," she tints her tone with just enough teasing that he'll know the offer is serious, "I have teeth."
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You Like It With Me
Chapter 1 - Willing to Try
Rating: Explicit
Fandom: Fangs of Fortune
Relationship: Zhuo Yichen/Li Lun, Minor Zhuo Yichen/Zhao Yuanzhou | Zhu Yan
Tags: angst, biting, possessiveness, canon-typical suicidal ideation from Zhao Yuanzhou
Fic summary: In which Zhuo Yichen's room is ground zero for a series of emotional crises
Inspired by @acernor's fic, What You Like, as part of their Fangy Fortune Fixcsit series. This fic is set immediately after What You Like and before Sealed. Can be read as a standalone though.
Chapter 1 summary: Li Lun grapples with his burgeoning feelings for Zhuo Yichen and complicated feelings about Zhu Yan
'Because I don't want to die,' Zhuo Yichen had replied, a look of confusion on his face.
As if it was the only obvious answer.
For most people, perhaps it was. But Li Lun hadn't really ever bothered with most people. He'd bothered with Zhu Yan. And that isn't the obvious answer when it comes to Zhu Yan.
Additional Tags: secret third thing relationship, Wound Fucking, Cunnilingus, Post-Canon, Background Poly, hurt as comfort, author's not at all disguised interest in zyz's relationship to body and gender
Summary:
Pei Sijing arranges her robes to obscure his face so he can be the tool he wants to be. His body begins to relax. It's difficult, but not impossible, to see beneath all his ornate drapery. Zhao Yuanzhou has so many ways to hide.
She removes her dagger from its sheath at her waist.
