May 31, 2020
Last I checked, you were supposed to be sleeping on the floor, Bai Sir... 😏
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Last I checked, you were supposed to be sleeping on the floor, Bai Sir... 😏
chronicle (oneshot)
pairing: zhan yao/bai yutong words: 4k+ summary: Bai Yutong brings up a promise that Zhan Yao thought, in all honesty, had died decades before. notes: canon compliant; dramaverse
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For the make it happy prompt could do YaoYutong in some sort of criminal AU where like Zhan Yao is gang leader and Yutong is his guard? Maybe a rival takes Yutong to try and extort Zhan Yao but Yutong tells them Mouse has always made it clear that he wouldn’t come for Yutong? Sorry for the rambling mess!!
Posting attempt 2!
“He’s not coming for me,” Bai Yutong said from beyond the warehouse door.
His heart squeezed. If Yutong actually believed that, he had done everything wrong. The damn mouse was supposed to depend on him. He’d have to amp up his plans.
Waiting for the rest of his people to get into place, Zhan Yao’s finger protest the force with which he held his gun. Not that he noticed, all of his attention was on rescuing Bai Yutong.
He whistled. “Your boss must be an idiot. Why would the Tiger of the West End come for me? I’m just a lowly guard.”
Thud.
Several grunts jumped out.
Zhan Yao kicked. The warehouse door bounced from the force of his kick. As he ran in, he shouted, “Now.”
His worry was misplaced. The groans and clatter came from a guy on the ground. Yutong glanced at him, massaging his hand. A few bruises scattered across his cheek.
Three. He noted so he knew exactly how many of the Angels people had to make an example of. They’d been a thorn in his side so a while but he couldn’t tolerate anyone threatening what was his.
He flipped his palm over.
Zhan jogged over. Giving Yutong a once-over, he passed his second gun over.
Yutong handled it with ease.
“Boss, we got to go. Their backup coming.”
Resisting the urge to pat Yutong down, he ordered everyone to move with a tilt of his hand.
The air filled with gunfire. The ten feet between them and the armored car became littered with metal. Safely inside the car, he reached for Yutong. A person appeared in his periperhy.
If I pull Yutong in, we’ll be fine. If I wait a second, I might… he weighed all of his options and the risk in a second.
He leapt out. Their bodies slammed into the concrete. Fireworks lit up behind his eyes.
The world went hazy at the edges. All he recalled before it completely it flickered out he heard Yutong cursing him out.
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Hands weighed down Zhan Yao’s stomach. A pristine towel went dark with blood. Perhaps he should have been concerned, but all he could focus on was the expression on Bai Yutong.
His guard’s brow furrowed. His mouth formed a tight line, like a hundred grievances were queued up behind a locked gate. That he refused to nag said more about how shook up he was about the gun shoot than if he had cried. Zhan Yao swore he could spot a tremble of worry in his hand and count the pulse in his temple of anger. If anyone asked him to describe the safehouse he occupied, he would not for the life of him recall anything more than this expression.
“You finally learned to hold you tongue,” he remarked
He exhaled sharply. With a glare, he said, “You know what you did wrong. Che. Why waste my breath?”
“Is that anyway to talk to your boss?”
Scoffing again, he lessened his pressure. “What kind of boss jumps in front of his bodyguard?”
“Hold it.” He gave Zhan Yao no face. He dug around in a first aid kit. His hands jerky and rushed. His every action tinged with begrudging concern.
Lightly applying pressure, he cut off the quip on the tip of his tongue. Allowing the pause to linger, he took in the steady Yutong with his attention wholly focused on Zhan Yao.
One. Two. Three. He paced it out. The silence had to pool but not have flow. His statement couldn’t drown amidst the conversation.
“The kind of boss in love with his subordinate.”
The crinkling from the bag stilted.
“You got shot on purpose,” he deduced in a tone that declared no doubts.
Yutong continued gathering items as if a mafia boss had not indeed just confess to loving him. His motions smooth like he had done this too many times. He lined up the materials in a row, gesturing for Zhan Yao to take off his shirt.
Complying, Zhan Yao licked his lips. He thought, Shall I be honest?
“I saved your life, you owe me now.”
“Protected your nine lives hundreds of times now.” He clicked his tongue. Rolling gloves on, he shook his head dismissively.
Waving his hand, he tossed that way. “As is your job.”
“You owe me your life,” he stated but his tone claimed Bai Yutong. You’re mine. You are not allowed to leave my side.
His fingers prodded and examined Zhan Yao with force just shy of painful. Annoyance melded into his concern. He dabbed on the antiseptic and followed harshly with alcohol.
“Our first year of university.”
Processing that statement took Zhan Yao a moment. Perhaps having this conversation suffering from mild blood lost was a miscalculation. It clicked. Yutong had saved him from several accidents throughout that year.
“If we’re keeping track anyway…"
He swallowed, forcing his will through. “You failed your duty.”
“Zhan Yao,” he interrupted, “you crazy bastard. You don’t need to do dumb fucking mind games to do whatever the fuck you’re trying to do.”
Gesturing to card his fringe, he froze at the sight of his gloves. He sighed. Rolling his eyes, he said, “Say it and you can your dumb plans.”
“Say what?” he said, smiling.
“Damn street rat. Say it.” He bared his teeth, clearly conveying that he would never say it first.
“I love you.”
Yutong nodded. “Same.”
He carefully wrapped the gauze around Zhan Yao’s stomach. His motion was thoughtful like Zhan Yao was something precious to be cared for. He scoffed to himself.
“You could have said that instead of getting shot, idiot.”
“I am not a good man,” he said in way of explanation. You’re too good for me. How else would I keep you?
“If you mean all the bullshit you did to get me fired, poach me, and then make sure everyone sure as hell kept anyone interested in me away, I know what an absolute ass you are.”
He taped the bandage in place. Pushing off his knees, he grabbed Zhan Yao by the shoulders. “You’re crazy, obsessed, fucking idiot. And I am the fucking moron who can’t help but want to take care of you.”
“Aren’t you angry?” He blinked. The real questions clogged his throat. Don’t you hate me for stealing your future? Don’t you hate me for not loving you enough to let you go? Don’t you hate me for trying to manipulate you?
“Hmpfft, do you think you were the only one playing games, kitty?”
He smirked in a wicked, mischievous way like the two were in on a joke no one understood. “So next time, you get behind me when bullets go flying.”
Wedding Bells (Guardian/SCI/Trapped Xover) Drabble
The wedding invitation had been sitting on Zhao Zi’s desk for at least three days. Shao Fei was not a nosy person by nature, regardless of his obsession with the then bane of his existence, now boyfriend Tang Yi. What he felt was more along the lines of worry for his junior. Zhao Li An had been moping. Not even bribes of food from Jack could make him smile, mouth seemingly carved into a permanent pout.
Shao Fei was there when the invitation arrived in the mail. He’d seen the exact moment Zhao Zi’s eyes lit up when he read the wedding card, exclaiming about his awesome Yunlan-Gege and his upcoming marriage. But then there’d been the letter with the Zhao family crest and he went pale.
The Zhao family is well off. Elite even. But Zhao Zi’s father gave up all his inheritance to elope with his mom, who was not of their stature. When his parents died, his grandfather didn’t want anything to do with him and forbade any contact with the family. He had to stay with his grandmother from his mom’s side. When his grandfather died and his uncle became the new head, Zhao Zi was invited back but he chose to stay with his grandma. To make amends, his uncle made sure he didn’t get kicked out of the police academy. Though being a police officer was his dream and clearly something that ran in the blood of Zhao men, Zhao Zi was too naïve and innocent for the gritty job of a cop, sheltered as he was under his grandmother's coddling . If he wasn’t a natural technological genius with strong family connections, he would have been in danger of not graduating.
Last Shao Fei heard, though Zhao Li An’s relationship with his uncle was civil, familial obligation at best, he was close with his cousin Zhao Yunlan, who coincidentally was also Shao Fei’s senior at the police academy. So there should be absolutely no reason for Zhao Zi to sulk the way he’s been doing. It’s a happy occasion after all. And going by what he knew of his senior, Zhao Yunlan didn’t seem like the type to settle down. He used to flirt with anything that moved as if he was in perpetual search for the one. Shao Fei remembers a particular scandalous affair Zhao Yunlan had with the only son from another family of elites, the Bai clan. It caused quite the ruckus back at the academy because they were constantly at each other's throats. Which was true anyway, just not entirely in the way everybody thought.
This Shen Wei must be very special indeed to put an end to Zhao Yunlan's flirting ways. Shao Fei is of the belief that finally finding the love of one's life is definitely something that needs to be celebrated.
“Uncle Xinci had a near death experience." Zhao Zi explains later that night when Shao Fei has had enough with the moping and decided to confront his junior about his mood. "Some kind of underground gang got to the family. Yunlan-Gege was held hostage and nearly died. His fiancé was presumed dead for a time. I mean, I get it. He probably thinks someone might come after me that’s why he wants me to stay at the main Zhao family house where he could keep an eye out. He wants me transferred and work under Yunlan-Gege. But Meng Shao Fei, I have a life here and and…” he trails off in his rant, head bent down. There's no mistaking the slight pink on his cheeks. “Jack’s here too.” He groans, shooting Bambi eyes at Shao Fei and his ever present pout, the kind that never fails to make the people around him trip all over themselves to try and cater to his needs. Tang Yi’s right hand man being the biggest casualty of all. “Uncle Xinci is going to be livid if he finds out my boyfriend is a gangster.”
“He’s just your uncle. He can’t dictate who you should or shouldn't date.” Shao Fei says, hands clamped on the younger man’s shoulder, very gently pushing him down the couch. “And don’t forget. Xing Tian Meng is not going to be a gang for long. Tang Yi’s making sure that they’re going to be clean as a whistle.”
“I know that, but I also know Uncle. It’s not going to matter. He’ll see mercenary on Jack’s background sheet and say no.” That pout’s really getting more miserable by the second. “I don’t want to leave you guys and grandma’s house. I’ve lived here all my life. I don’t even know the first thing about Dragon City.”
“Don’t you think maybe you’re overthinking this?” Shao Fei asks, handing over the koala plushie from the side of the couch to join the Teddy Bear Zhao Li An’s already suffocating against his chest. The younger man turns to him, nearly knocking Shao Fei over when he stubbornly plants his face on his shoulder. Shao Fei sighs and wraps an arm around the distraught police officer.
“Meng Shao Fei, I don’t want to break up with Jack.” Zhao Zi laments, voice muffled.
“You’re not going to.” Shao Fei assures, fingers raking through his hair soothingly. He smiles, rubbing his face against the mop of dark hair. “You’ll go to the wedding, congratulate your cousin and tell your uncle that you’re not going anywhere, and that will be the end of that. I’ll even accompany you when you reason with him if you want while Jack and Tang Yi can look devastatingly handsome at a distance.”
Zhao Zi pulls away from the half-hug and directs Shao Fei with wide, worshipful eyes. “You’re coming with me? Even Jack and Tang Yi?” he asks incredulously, and then with his expression falling, he adds. “But the wedding invitation didn’t say anything about bringing guests. Is that going to be okay?”
Shao Fei knows Jack will definitely want to come with, and well, if Shao Fei is going, then Tang Yi will undoubtedly want to come too. After the fourth time he got hurt in the hands of Tang Yi's enemies, he’s become quite overbearing lately, always watching him like a hawk. Not that he doesn’t appreciate his boyfriend's overprotectiveness, but he’s a grown adult and can take care of himself thanks.
“It’s a garden wedding, not a closed doors court ruling.” Shao Fei shakes his head, knuckling Zhao Zi gently on the forehead. “I’m sure it’s going to be fine.”
“Ai-yah, that hurt.” Zhao Zi says pouting, backing away from his hand.
“I didn’t even put pressure in it. Stop exaggerating, Zhao Li An.” Shao Fei says with an eyeroll, then pulling him closer, he asks in a conspirational tone, “So, have you met this Shen Wei that Zhao-senior is marrying?”
Zhao Zi blinks, then nodding, he grins happily. “I did facetime with Yunlan-Gege once and I saw him in the background cooking. He was only in a black T-shirt. He had really nice muscles, Meng Shao Fei! His arms were very toned and his chest! He’s also very pretty. Prettier than Hong Ye I think. But don’t tell her I said that. Hey, do you think Yunlan-Gege is going to get mad if I felt up his fiance’s muscles when we get there?” Beaming, he adds. “I need someone to compare Jack’s muscles with.”
Shao Fei snorts. “Of course you’d focus on some unsuspecting guy's muscles.” he says sighing, looking up to the heavens in silent prayer, hoping that the wedding would commence with no casualties, no jealous other halves potentially losing limbs or vital organs.
More later...
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I fee too inadequate to try and write this. I should have just prompted someone else hahahaha. But at the same time this is something fun to do.
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And he look like a mutherf-ing badass doing it!
Bai Yutong keeping Zhan Yao safe with so much unnecessary sexiness, but I ain’t complaining and I bet Zhan Yao isn’t either...
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