#ba ye

[easewhisperer]

[fuguan-and-the-fortuneteller]

☆ Ba Ye in Beiping ☆

[sunriseverse]

little fluffy gentleness verse fuba ficlet for @lucientelrunya

The winter snows pile up outside the walls of their home, growing taller with each night that passes. They haven't been going out; the severe weather means that most of the people who Zhang Rishan would be taking a job from are less concerned with trying to capture yaoren, and more concerned with making sure their business ventures aren't being brought to a standstill by the blizzards.

It's also why it doesn't take Zhang Rishan as long to notice Ba Ye's altered patterns of behaviour as it normally would. Usually, they're on the road, and Zhang Rishan is busy with planning and logistics, so when Ba Ye isn't right by his side, he isn't much aware of what the other is doing. Now, though, when they have nothing to do but laze about the house, it becomes abundantly clear when Ba Ye is away—or, rather, when he's hiding something. Zhang Rishan has been watching him—not out of suspicion, but out of affection; it's hard to keep his eyes off his lover, so often lounging in his pool to read or tinker with whatever contraption he's gotten his hands on most recently, and Zhang Rishan will admit only to himself that he doesn't much try, anyway.

Today, though, when he wakes up, Ba Ye's not in his pool, the saltwater still and the bed lacking the weight of Ba Ye's upper half on it, swaying slightly, doubtless from Zhang Rishan's shifting in the night. It's not the first day that he's woken like this—it's been almost a solid week, ever since the blizzard started to go from heavy to howling. With a practised motion, he swings his legs over the side of the bed and rises, heads into the kitchen to see if Ba Ye's gone to make breakfast, though he knows full well that he probably hasn't, because he hasn't any of the other times either.

As he'd suspected, the kitchen is empty, though there are signs of their lives—dishes drying on the rack, cups left out on the counter, a box of half-opened tea. He trusts Ba Ye to know his own limits, so he's not worried that he's come to harm, but it's still mildly unsettling to not have him within his line of sight—a familiar instinct, the desire to protect his lover even when he knows full well that there's nothing that could bring him to harm. He makes himself some toast, brews a cup of tea, and then sets out to find where his lover has gone.

The other rooms of their residence turn up empty, which, while not surprising, is a little unsettling. It means that the only option is the outdoors—and while Ba Ye isn't sensitive to the cold, the dry, howling winds run the risk of drying him out to a dangerous degree. He takes a sip of tea, and goes to the back door. It's one of the only places he hadn't looked, the past week—assuming that Ba Ye wouldn't go out in the storm, but now, there's no other option; or at least, none that he wants to entertain. He hopes that Ba Ye is there; if he isn't…

He pushes the thought away. He trusts Ba Ye; Ba Ye wouldn't get himself hurt. With sure steps, he heads for the back door—and then pauses, when he catches sight of a familiar figure, clad in one of the thick coats Zhang Rishan had bought when they'd finally decided to use the house as their residence, crouches on the ground, the shape of him slightly distorted by the ornamentally-made glass of the window. Quietly, Zhang Rishan pulls the door open.

The gale-force wind hits him across the face like a slap, and he has to squint for a moment as his eyes adjust to the brightness of the light reflecting off the white field of snow. Ba Ye is crouched at the bottom step, his mouth moving in words that Zhang Rishan can barely hear. His hand is outstretched, moving across the snow—no, across a small, snow-white body, trembling and whimpering as it eats from a small bowl almost entirely hidden in Ba Ye's shadow.

"Feeding the strays," Zhang Rishan murmurs to himself, smiling without meaning to, and then shakes his head. "Ba Ye! Come inside, you'll freeze out here."

"Rishan!" Ba Ye's head snaps about, his eyes wide, a sheepish smile spreading across his face as he takes in Zhang Rishan's form. Then, he glances at the creature, and his expression turns to one of concern.

Zhang Rishan, already guessing what he's about to say, calls out, "Bring it inside with you."

In a fluid motion, Ba Ye picks the small creature up, cradling it against his chest, half-hidden in the coat, and then picks up the dish, now empty, as well; rises to his feet, and crosses the distance between them. Once they're close enough that neither of them have to yell to be heard, Ba Ye says, "You weren't supposed to be awake yet."

"What, were you planning on hiding it from me forever?" Zhang Rishan raises a brow, and hustles Ba Ye inside. His skin is already looking dry; he'll need to get back into the water, or he'll start to get dizzy and weak from the dehydration.

"I suppose I can't hide from you," Ba Ye admits. "How long have you been noticing?"

"A week," Zhang Rishan says, and carefully doesn't smile at Ba Ye's indignant expression. "Here, let me hold it—go get into the pool, I can get it more food."

Ba Ye hesitates a moment, and then sighs; acquiesces. The small creature turns out to be a cat, its ribs prominent and its paws tiny. Zhang Rishan holds it carefully, and then takes the empty dish as well, and cocks his head. "Alright, alright," Ba Ye says. "You worry like you're guarding eggs."

"Only one," Zhang Rishan says, drily, and watches Ba Ye's retreating figure until he sees him take off the coat and slip into the pool, lower half returning to its natural form. At a distance, it just looks like a smear of orange, but Zhang Rishan relaxes nonetheless. Against his chest, the cat lets out a plaintive mew, reminding him of its presence. Well, he thinks, as he turns towards the kitchen to get the pitiful creature something to eat, perhaps two.

[lasenbyphoenix]

Ba Ye appreciation post

[elletromil]

Okay, this is very specific but I saw #4 and all I could think of was the fics where Fo Ye and Ba Ye were deaged to toddlers, so maybe something there, if inspiration is cooperative?

Let's just not talk about how long that ask was in my askbox or how long the half-written prompt was in my drafts. Let's just cheer the fact that i'm apparently on a writing spree today :D

Little bit of context: so this is set in a 'verse where something happened to Ba Ye at one point and he came back not quite right. And then some undetermined time later, him and Fo Ye got de-aged somehow.

I hope you enjoy this :D

4. “Don’t mess with me, I’m a big boy now and I’m very scary”

Rishan knew it was a mistake to leave the safety of the manor. But after a week of constant anxiety and worrying, his judgment had definitely been impaired.

Even if it had started off with good intentions.

He might not have the first clue about how to take care of toddlers, but he can recognize when someone is getting antsy with boredom. Especially Fo Ye and Ba Ye. And that's without mentioning that with them being much younger versions of themselves, they are even easier to read than usual.

It's not like he had been worried they would cause him any trouble either. Yes, they are playful as children, especially once Tiezui had managed to coaxed Qishan out of his stoic shell, but they are also very obedient. And since whatever has reverted them back to toddlers also seemed to have an effect on Tiezui's singular condition, he didn't even have to concern himself with what potential mayhem would result from him having a tantrum.

Not that he seems inclined to fits of bad temper at all. He is a sweet child and even as an adult, Tiezui is rather well-behaved all things considered. It's just that with this new condition of his, it is nearly impossible to stop him once he starts losing control.

But that's not a problem with Tiezui as a toddler. His main reaction whenever he has been displeased with something had been to pout. And if it has indeed convinced Rishan a couple of times to give into whatever he wanted over the week, well, he would dare any man to resist those puppy eyes, especially when Qishan starts copying him too.

Nevertheless, leaving the manor had been a bad idea. Even with Er Ye's manor being his intended destination and how much he trusts him implicitly with their safety, actually going there comes with its own risks.

Even now that the war is over, Fo Ye still has enemies. And only a fool would think they have managed to keep his currently vulnerable state entirely secret.

But Rishan had been confident he could protect them easily against any threat, especially under the cover of the fog that had risen over the city. And maybe in usual circumstances he would have been right.

But defending two grown men who knew how to get out of the way is very different from defending two very scared toddlers.

He has been doing a decent job so far keeping their attackers away from the children, but there are simply too many of them. Rishan is a good fighter, but even he has his limits.

He takes his attention off their attackers for a precious moment to tell Qishan to grab Tiezui's hand and run. Qishan might not be able to help him fight right now, but he is still a Zhang. Even if he is so very young, Rishan is painfully aware what his childhood has been like. If Rishan can give them a good head-start, if he can distract their attackers long enough, then they've got a chance to get away and hide.

As much as it breaks his heart that Qishan doesn't hesitate a moment to obey Rishan's order, he's grateful to see them disappear into the fog. They're gonna be safe. He'll make sure of it.

Not that he can spare them any more thoughts after that.

He can only fight and continue to try to thin out the number of his attackers.

Unfortunately, he's been outnumbered since the beginning. It was only a question of time before exhaustion and pain slowly got the better of him.

He's too late to block a blow to his temple and he feels himself tumble backwards, losing his balance, knowing he'll fall.

It's that, more than the pain that makes him wince.

Once he's on the ground, it's over. He won't be getting back up and he knows it.

Except he never does fall.

Instead he feels his back make contact with a strong chest, two arms coming around his waist to hold his weight easily.

"I've got you Rishan."

Now, Rishan had never truly lost hope that he would get Fo Ye and Ba Ye back to their adult selves. But given the circumstances, he can certainly be forgiven that hearing Fo Ye voice again has him this close to weeping in relief.

But relieved or not, Rishan is still ever the protector and if he knows that Fo Ye is safe at his back, that doesn't tell him where Tiezui is. If it was any other time, he wouldn't worry, because Fo Ye wouldn't be so calm if he thought Ba Ye was in any kind of danger, but this is not any other time. Who knows what Fo Ye remembers of their current situation.

Even as Fo Ye is backing them away to safety, fear starts rising in his throat unbidden, as he tries to ascertain through the fog that all their attackers are still in front of him and none has managed to sneak past somehow.

Sudden terrified screaming from behind lets him know that at least one man had gone after the children when Rishan was making his last stand.

But this is not Tiezui's voice abruptly cutting off in a disgusting gurgle.

The few men left standing are clearly getting nervous now as they very well should be.

It's a well-known secret something happened to Ba Ye some time ago and he came back slightly different. Most people assumed it was trauma.

Those who have ever learned otherwise never lasted long enough to let anyone know how wrong that assumption is.

A body flies past them a few seconds before Ba Ye emerges from the fog, his teeth bared in what no one in their right mind would think of as a smile. It's not even a threat. It's a promise.

Still, he doesn't attack at once, instead stopping by their side, something that could be worry flashing in his eyes as he glances over Rishan's body. Whatever it was, it's soon replaced with cold fury.

Ba Ye turns his attention back to their attackers and usually Rishan would at least try to stop what he knows is coming next. It's hard to muster the energy to care now however. And it's not even because he got hurt. He's never really cared about that.

It's because they've tried to come at defenceless children. And they nearly succeeded in it too.

Now, they get to deal with a grown up Ba Ye. A different Ba Ye.

And if Rishan knows anything about him, it's that he won't even let those men have the time to regret their attack today.

[missfangirll]

I love that between Rishan and Ba Ye the former is the muscle, the latter the brain, and they both look nothing like it. Rishan looks like a baby penguin all the time and Ba Ye is one bad decision away from a clown nose.

[therealbernicia]

[tehhappypl-ace]

[queen-pathetic]

Ah yes my favorite tomb raider twink (ba ye not Ying HaoMing). Bet he can still punch someone out cold tho

[endof-vanity]

everyone else using their arms and legs to slide down the rope but ba ye using just his arms he must be so strong 😳😩

[melorambles]

a very neat summary of an older immortal and his younger self. Zhang Rishan makes me want to wrap him in a blanket and give him hot chocolate

Zhang Fu Guan in Sha Hai: jaded. old. tired.

^I am old and tiredTM

^I cooked for my subordinate and he’s praised my cooking which makes me kinda happy but it’s not enough to kill the depressed old man in meTM

^My subordinate just told me he’s mine but im still tiredTM

Zhang Fu Guan in Lao Jiu Men: 

^Cheek.

^Amused.

^Amused x2

^Even more amused

^More cheek.

^Cheek x 3

^Sass. and

A smol expressive bean.

Bonus:

one happy smile. (The Zhang Ming En is strong in that one!)

[gotham-snark]

[fuguan-and-the-fortuneteller]

☯️ Ba Ye ☯️

[sunriseverse]

@lucientelrunya i come bearing fuba!

[lasenbyphoenix]

💜 Ba Ye (ft Zhang Rishan) - The Mystic Nine 💜

[elletromil]

Pinned down

3 years later, i am back with another fic for the strong desires series

Thank you to @gaiahenshin for sending me the inspiration post earlier this week that prompted me into writing for the first time since like... december?

Hopefully you'll like this ;)

Pinned down

After everything that happened these past few weeks, Rishan isn’t surprised that sleep eludes him when he finally gets a chance to rest.

Not surprised, but still getting progressively more annoyed as the hours drag on.

Ha had hoped the physical exhaustion would be enough, but of course he’d never be this lucky.

Rishan sighs.

Maybe he should have accepted Tiezui’s offer to come over for the night instead of going their separate ways. The other man does possess the uncanny ability to quiet his min seemingly effortlessly.

Or well, effortlessly might not be the appropriate word there. Tiezui usually exert quite a bit of force with him, to Rishan’s continued delight.

He wonders if it’s too late to go over now.

He knows from previous nights spent in Tiezui’s bed that the man doesn’t turn in early, but it is currently closer to the early hours of the morning than it is to the late hours of the night.

And part of the reason he decided against following Tiezui to his home had been because Tiezui himself had looked even worse than Rishan felt. He needed rest just as much, if not more, than Rishan.

After all, it’s Rishan’s job to follow Fo Ye into danger. A job he has chosen to do and continues to choose, just like Tiezui continues to choose helping Fo Ye whenever he asked, but it doesn’t change the fact that Tiezui is a civilian.

His comfort is higher on Rishan’s list of priorities than his own.

Something which Tiezui might have some objections about if he was to mention it.

That this realisation only hits him now rather than a few hours ago when they parted is a testament to how exhausted Rishan actually is.

Tiezui has always been an attentive friend. That hasn’t changed, even after the somewhat recent turn in their relationship. The only difference is that Tiezui now has additional ways to show his care for Rishan.

A pleasant shiver runs down his body when he remembers the last time they were together, remembers how Tiezui hold him down to the bed. Remembers the faint marks left on his wrists the next morning.

Those marks are long gone now, but Rishan finds himself  absent-mindedly rubbing at the skin nonetheless.

At first, Tiezui had been very careful not to leave any signs of what happened between them when they were behind closed doors and he still does for the most part.

But when Rishan had made it clear he didn’t mind carrying his marks, that he even welcomed it in fact, he had started indulging them both.

It’s never anything that cannot be easily hidden by clothes, but they are lovely reminders of how safe Rishan feels when he’s in Teizui’s company.

When he relinquishes himself into his hands.

That’s something he cannot deny he’s currently longing for.

The excitement of the past few weeks is over, everything has been dealt with, but Rishan simply cannot shut his reeling mind, no matter how hard he tries.

Even if he knows it’s not true, he feels like he’s forgetting something, feels like danger is imminent.

Giving up on his attempts to sleep, Rishan makes a decision.

Tiezui surely won’t thank him for waking him up, but Rishan dares to believe he won’t stay mad once he knows why Rishan is visiting him in the middle of the night.

*

“Lieutenant?” Tiezui is still trying to shake off sleep from his eyes, but the sight of Rishan at his doorstep is enough to make him feel slightly more alert.

The other man looks even worse than when they parted ways in the early evening and fear over what it can mean starts nibbling at Tiezui. “What are you doing here?”

“Can I come in?”

The words are enough to let him know that whatever he was starting to imagine, it has nothing to do with official business. This is not Lieutenant Zhang Rishan on a mission for Fo Ye standing in front of him.

This is simply Rishan who came to him for something personal.

Tiezui grumbles a bit but still waves him in. He wished Rishan had chosen a more decent time than the middle of the night for a visit, but he would never actually turn him away, no matter the circumstances.

Rishan follows him to his private rooms with a sheepish smile and palpable nervous energy.

Before he can sit down, Tiezui grabs him by the wrist, thumb seeking his pulse point. He frowns at the rapid heartbeat, fully awake now with worry.

“Rishan?”

He’s not sure what to follow it up with, especially when Rishan just stands there, mouth opening and closing silently, avoiding his eyes.

And well, that simply won’t do.

His other hand come up to cup the back of his neck, bringing their forehead to rest against one another. Rishan closes his eyes then, but Tiezui is rewarded by the feeling of his body relaxing slightly.

He’s still holding too tense for Tiezui’s liking however and he chances tightening his grip around Rishan’s wrist.

The effect is immediate, a small moan escaping Rishan as he takes what is probably an involuntary step forward.

“Rishan?” he prompts again, this time less a question and more of a demand.

Rishan swallows audibly, but Tiezui can feel his heartbeat slowing down against his thumb and knows he’s doing the right thing

“Tell me why you’re here Rishan.”

Tiezui takes a step back, letting the hand at Rishan’s neck slide to cup his cheek instead, holding his head so that Rishan has no choice but to hold his gaze.

He can still see some anxiety in the other man’s eyes, but this time when he opens his mouth, he manages to let some words out.

“Could you- I mean… Would you-” There’s a few false starts until Rishan let out a groan and shakes his head in frustration, dislodging Tiezui’s hand from his cheek. At Rishan’s devastated look over the loss, Tiezui is quick to cup his cheek again.

Rishan sighs softly at the renewed contact, leaning into the touch, slightly baring his neck to him. With that small display of submission, Tiezui isn’t all that surprised by Rishan’s request when he finally finds his words.

“Would you hold me down?”

“Of course.”

His reply comes without any hesitation.

Without judgment.

When he had offered Rishan spend the night earlier, he hadn’t had anything in mind besides blessed sleep tangled up in one another. Just some well deserved rest after the mess they had been dealing with for the past few weeks.

But he would be lying if he pretended he hadn’t been ready to take care of Rishan in whatever ways in needed him to. His trust in those matters is a treasure Tiezui cherishes deeply. It is humbling to think Rishan is standing here now because of that same trust.

“Let’s get you changed into something more comfortable first, hmm?”

Rishan nods, most tension in his body having seemingly evaporated.

He’s not quite listless, but he’s certainly pliable, letting Tiezui direct him and move his body as he sees fit.

Another time, Tiezui would have undressed him and leave him nude, but that is not what Rishan has asked for. Not what he so obviously needs.

So instead, he does exactly what he said he would and dresses him again in sleeping clothes.

Not any of Rishan’s though and not only because Rishan obviously didn’t think of bringing anything with him tonight. After all, it’s been some time now that their relationship has turn more intimate and in that time, some of Rishan’s belongings have been left in Tiezui’s care.

That includes some spare clothing Tiezui has plenty to choose from.

But Tiezui is possessive even at the best of time and he won’t deny himself the pleasure of seeing Rishan in his own clothes. Of staking his claim on him in that way too.

Not that Rishan is complaining about it.

In fact, a soft smile is playing on his lips when he realises what he’s wearing and he starts rubbing the fabric between his fingers as Tiezui leads him to bed.

He lets Rishan a moment to get comfortable on his back before straddling him, hands pushing down on his shoulders.

“Good?”

Rishan starts struggling, not as hard as to throw him off his body, but enough that Tiezui needs to adjust the amount of force he’s using to hold him down.

In the end, he changed his grip to Rishan’s forearms with a disapproving tut, lowering himself so that his mouth is level with his shoulder and bites.

With the fabric between Rishan’s skin and his teeth, Tiezui bites down with more force than usual and cannot help the displeased growl that escapes him.

The sounds soon turns to something more approving when Rishan’s struggling stops suddenly and his body all but melts into the bed.

When he’s certain all fight has left his body, Tiezui let go of his shoulder and turns his head so that his lips brushes against Rishan’s ear.

“Good?” he asks again, because he wants to make sure he’s actually giving Rishan what he asked for.

He shouldn’t have worried.

Rishan groans pleasantly, nodding his head.

“I need words Rishan,” he orders gently anyway, because Rishan is too precious to hi to leave anything to doubt.

“Yes.” It’s more of a sigh than a whisper. “Again? My shoulder- I mean-”

Tiezui nips playfully at his earlobe before Rishan can grow more agitated in trying to convey his desire. It would be a shame to have him tense again when he feels so relaxed under him and when Tiezui understand perfectly what he’s asking for.

Leaving a trail of kisses at his throat, he lowers his mouth again, closing his teeth on his shoulder, hard enough that it will leave a mark even through the fabric.

Rishan’s hands come up just enough that he can grasp Tiezui’s clothes at his hips, as if afraid Tiezui will suddenly leave him.

He hums comfortingly, before Rishan can become anxious again. He has nothing to fear.

Tiezui isn’t going anywhere.

Not when Rishan needs him.