#zhao yuanzhou x zhuo yichen

[randomingoftherandomness]

i got attached to the bunny girl so a short what-if if wen xiao brought her back to the bureau and she just,, hung around bc the rest of them are too busy with the whole omg big demon zhu yan thing (outsider pov w her looking at zyz and zyc interactions would be delightful asw!)

A/N: Bunny girl is the MVP for the biggest hit to my feels ;A; but yes! I hope you'll like my take on this :) Thank you so much for the fic request, Nonnie!

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It isn't as if she has never seen the demon lord Zhu Yan. When she was just a kit, her mother held her tight when the great demon sauntered through the fields of the wilderness, whispering about how she should be obedient and eat her vegetables, or else Zhu Yan would come to eat her in her sleep.

That had been a lifetime ago.

She would like to think that she has outgrown some of her more jumpier natural instincts, but the second her eyes meet Zhu Yan's beguiling gaze, she freezes up so completely that Jie Jie looks around her for a minute before realising the cause of it.

"He inspires such fear in you?" Jie Jie giggles, sliding their hands together when she quickly ducks behind her. It's a miracle she hadn't spilt any of the ink she was just grinding for Jie Jie in her haste to hide. "Alright, alright, the big scary demon isn't going to hurt you. He isn't even looking our way."

She quickly peeks at where Lord Zhu Yan has stalked off to, mildly placated when she sees him draping himself on the settee closest to the dour-looking beauty that is Zhuo Yichen in his morning coat. It's a less severe, stormy grey robe that catches in the mid-morning light and makes the man look his age.

Lord Zhu Yan smiles when his presence is finally acknowledged by the other man. A curious curl of his lips and undisguised glee invites Zhuo Yichen's quiet little huff and a slap to the back of a wandering hand that snakes too close to him. She is a little surprised to note that Lord Zhu Yan allows the mortal to react as such, even more so when the demon merely laughs, undeterred and reaching over again.

There is a pinch to the corners of Zhuo Yichen's rosebud lips. The kind that comes when someone is trying very hard not to smile.

He allows Lord Zhu Yan's second attempt to slide his hand over his wrist. Allows himself to be tugged closer into a conversation that was all hush and the soft rustling of their robes spilling over each other.

"It isn't polite to eavesdrop, Mei Mei." Jie Jie gently taps her finger to her wrist, smiling sweetly as she gestures to her inkwell. "Leave the lovebirds be."

She feels her cheeks warm a little, but obediently moves back to Jie Jie's side to resume her task of grinding ink for her. The tips of her ears twitch, picking up on the telltale sounds of lips on skin.

Maybe it's best that Jie Jie did not know what Lord Zhu Yan intends to do with his consort this afternoon in their quarters.

[zhoufeis]

大梦归离 FANGS OF FORTUNE dir. Edward Guo, Luo Luo, Wei Nan China, 2024.

[randomingoftherandomness]

I did a poll a few fics back on what the Zhao Yuanzhou x Zhuo Yichen CP name should be and 'YuanYi' won out (which I kinda like coz it was very much like '愿意' meaning 'willing')

Are there names yet for the various ships in Fangs of Fortune? Including one for the polycule?

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fangs of Fortune Fic Request:

Instances of ZYC feeling hot under the collar because of ZYZ'S flirtatious remarks. He endures until one he snaps. Basically ZYC kisses ZYZ first ti shut him up.

P.S really enjoying your fics.

A/N: I took some liberties with this prompt :) I hope that's ok.

P.S thank you for reading!

🎀 currently still accepting fic requests 🎀

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1.

Zhuo Yichen has never been one to revel in the spotlight and now as the Commander of the Demon Hunting Bureau, the fact that attending these big banquets is part and parcel of the job description just curdles something in him.

Give him ten demons to hunt down and fight, and it would still be preferable to suffering through the saccharine platitudes being lobbed his way by men who have never held anything heavier than a pen. He has to stop himself from reaching for his sword when Mr Fan's pointed gaze tells him to ease up when a particularly portly man stinking too much of booze and women's perfume sits too close.

Before Yichen can react to the slurred flirtations of a man double his age, Zhao Yuanzhou has sidled up to his side, sliding an almost possessive hand around his waist.

Yichen stiffens. Head turning to ask him what the hell he is doing, when the great demon darts in close, whispering into his ear, "Play along, hm?"

He manages a stuttering, "What?" before Zhao Yuanzhou is putting on the airs of a drunkard, wrapping himself around Yichen.

"Xiao Zhuo-daren, my arms have been bereft of you! Why must you stray from my side!" He bemoans loud enough that people from two tables over have stopped in their conversation to peer over at them. Yichen barely has time to react beyond catching the flailing demon and caging him in a panicked embrace, when said demon peers up at him and practically purrs, "Don't you love me anymore? Laopo?"

Mr Fan chokes on his wine in the periphery of his vision, but Yichen's only fully aware of how the syllables have just so easily danced off Zhao Yuanzhou's tongue. More than that, he is breathless in the realisation that he doesn't hate being called that.

"Maybe it's time you take your leave, Zhuo-daren." Mr Fan croakily suggests. Yes. Perhaps it is.

2.

They're stuck.

To more accurately describe their predicament, Yichen and Zhao Yuanzhou have found themselves, unfortunately, pressed together back to front when they attempted to both pass through a narrow opening in the wall at the same time.

Unfortunately, being the desperate word here because Yichen can feel himself reacting to the way the demon's body is furnace up against his body.

And then there is the way he can feel every exhale of the demon's breath against his nape; a warm tickle of air that sparks a fire between his thighs. This problem is not helped whatsoever by the soft grunt that Zhao Yuanzhou practically breathes through his lips right to the shell of his ear.

Damn, why did he have to tie his hair back today of all days?

"Stay still!"

Zhao Yuanzhou chuckles, the sound shifting the heavy quiet around them. "Why Xiao Zhuo-daren, one would think my proximity to you would be much more welcomed than it is not."

Then, just as suddenly as he finds himself in this predicament, he finds himself free when the demon lord shifts and they have come loose.

"Oh."

Tucking his sword over the tenting of his robes, Yichen burns as he wilts under Zhao Yuanzhou's dark gaze. "Shut up."

3.

He finally snaps over tea.

Well, tea and cakes, in the company of their friends while they're enjoying a moment of peace between their cases. When asked later what is the thing that did it for him, Yichen will non-committally say that it was the perfect moment and speak no more about it. But he will know and Zhao Yuanzhou will too, that it was just the straw that broke the camel's back when the great demon called him beautiful in a way that was every part sincerity wrapped up in a veneer of a tease.

Yichen might have broken one of Wen Xiao's teacups when he grabbed Zhao Yuanzhou by the front of his robe, hauling him bodily forward to slide their mouths together in an inelegant and almost painful first kiss.

There's too much teeth and Zhao Yuanzhou might have bitten back in retaliation. The angle is all wrong and for a beat, Yichen feels the creeping sense of awareness of what he has just done start to creep in when a gentle hand reaches up to hold him by the nape, guiding him to tilt his head one way, and then.

Sparks fly behind his eyes at the pleasure that surges in his veins when Zhao Yuanzhou kisses him with a tenderness that surprises Yichen and delights him in equal measures.

At some point, he has to pull back for air. Panting shakily into the press of lips that he is bereft to stray too far from.

"Fucking finally..."

Pei-daren's voice cuts through the cloud of his happy haze, but only for a moment because there are hands on his ass and he is being bodily carried like a princess, tucked so tenderly against Zhao Yuanzhou's body as he moves them both in the direction of his quarters.

"Pei Jiejie, you said a bad word!" Yichen hears the pubescent screech of Xiao Jiu and the accompanying tinkle of bells.

"Doesn't make it any less true."

He will have time to die a little from the embarrassment of losing his cool so very publically, but for now, he allows the great demon to carry him, kissing his face as he goes.

[zhoufeis]

大梦归离 FANGS OF FORTUNE dir. Edward Guo, Luo Luo, Wei Nan China, 2024.

[zhoufeis]

BREAKING NEWS: 24-year-old demon hunter meeting 34,000-year-old demon at the playground

大梦归离 FANGS OF FORTUNE dir. Edward Guo, Luo Luo, Wei Nan China, 2024.

[zhoufeis]

大梦归离 FANGS OF FORTUNE dir. Edward Guo, Luo Luo, Wei Nan China, 2024.

[zhoufeis]

大梦归离 FANGS OF FORTUNE dir. Edward Guo, Luo Luo, Wei Nan China, 2024.

[randomingoftherandomness]

A/N: this one is for @romchat 🫶🏼

Tags: One Night Stands, Modern AU, Zhao Yuanzhou x Zhuo Yichen

Also tagging @dangermousie @productofevolution

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Things had started off well enough when Zhuo Yichen woke up this morning with the lingering pleasures of the weekend before still clinging to his skin. The man he had welcomed to his bed over the weekend had been a generous lover, happy to take the lead from the moment they’d met at the club.

He was exactly Yichen’s type, too — tall, older, a wicked smile on his lips, and voice like caramel sauce on a perfect sundae. He had wrung him out in the club’s dingy bathroom twice (or was it thrice?), stole a moment (or two or ten) to press him against the closest vertical surface while they were stumbling out to catch a taxi, practically ruining him for the kisses of anyone else (not that he is complaining).

They’d spent the whole of Sunday just tangled in each other’s arms. Perhaps he should have asked for a name somewhere between having his soul sucked out of his dick, his ass being eaten out by that talented tongue, and him being railed so hard he thinks he’s going to get a couple of noise complaints, but funny how some important things get left on the wayside when you’re having fun.

And it most certainly was fun.

Yichen’s good mood lasts right up until the second he walks into his office. His intern informs him nervously and more than a little waspishly that the shark from their competing company was here to discuss terms of surrender regarding their latest conflict.

From the second he walks into the meeting room to come face to face with the one and only Zhao Yuanzhou who had been making his professional life such a misery, that it necessitated a trip to a club on the more dubious ends of the city, Yichen’s day just keeps getting better in the way one does when stepping on a land mine.

Because it takes all of him not to run back out of there screaming when the Zhao Yuanzhou who has been making his head throb at the mention of his name is the reason why he has fingerprint shaped bruises on the meat of his thighs.

“Zhuo Yichen, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

If there was ever the smile of someone who just won in life and knew it, it would be the one on Zhao Yuanzhou’s face when their eyes meet over the heads of their company’s execs.

It’s hard to keep himself from breaking out in shivers from that voice when he knows exactly how it sounds in his ear calling him baby or beautiful, or somewhere between the hours of five and six last Saturday morning, slut.

A land mine and a shark. Yichen’s brain helpfully sputters into uselessness. Even more so when Zhao Yuanzhou in his suit leans forward on the table across from him, hand splayed on the surface while one of the doddering men drones on about profits and margins.

Yichen has to swallow down a choked gasp when the man twists his fingers into a shape his ass definitely remembers.

“—agree to your terms, however I have one non-negotiable request.”

Jerking his head up, Yichen catches the moment Zhao Yuanzhou turns to look right at him unflinchingly. Smile growing from gleeful to downright wicked, Yichen feels his stomach flip when the older man says, “I will only work with Zhuo Yichen and no one else.”

Well, shit.