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QZGS | The King’s Avatar Fic: In which fox spirit!WZ is captured by fox demon!YX. [Part IV]

Title: Beneath the Cherry Blossom Tree Fandom: The King’s Avatar / Quan Zhi Gao Shou Character(s)/Pairing(s): Yu/Huang (Wenzhou/Shaotian); Ye Xiu Summary: A nine-tailed snow fox spirit rescued a young boy who would become a swordsman sworn to protect the weak. Part: 4/5 Rating: NSFW A/N: Blame the cheesiness on the crappy Chinese romance novels I’ve been reading recently. Honestly no regrets though, y’all. Also maybe just a slight warning that YWZ is a little OOC at the beginning.

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Parts:

i. Encounter ii. Awakening iii. Confession iv. Survival v. Blossom

iv. Survival

Even after so many centuries, he could not escape.

His burning touches that left marks on him even after the scars had long disappeared, his false praises that had sounded so sweet when he was young and foolish — he thought he didn’t have a chance to escape back then, but every day he broke him into pieces and stole a fragment of him, every day he grew a little stronger and more immune until the beast could no longer be satiated just by feeding on his body or his vitality.

Until he decided he must own Yu Wenzhou’s body — his body and his soul.

“Do you like this new shell of mine, Wenzhou? Of course, it will never be quite as perfect as yours, especially after centuries of such diligent refining,” the male’s complacent tone was horrifyingly familiar, and Yu Wenzhou hated that it still sent trills of dread down his spine.

“Ye Xiu…” the fox spirit growled from the back of his throat, the syllables drenched in poison from years of disdain, “when will you learn to give up?”

Frivolous chuckles echoed around him in this strange space — a realm that was not quite reality, a creation of the demon’s own twisted mind — but it was tangible enough that Yu Wenzhou’s heart, usually still as water and pure as snow, was trembling in unease.

His eyes were squeezed tightly close, and he tried to settle his internal state so that he could figure a way out of this, but Ye Xiu’s voice was like poison, like vines with thorns as it wrapped itself tightly around Yu Wenzhou’s core, injecting venom with every word he whispered.

“I thought you should know me better than that,” the beast named Ye Xiu murmured in amusement, his voice suddenly right by the fox spirit’s ear, his breaths cold as death, “I do not know the meaning of giving up. Some would see it as a virtue, you know.”

A hand wrapped around the side of Yu Wenzhou’s neck, a thumb pressing threateningly against his throat and causing Yu Wenzhou’s breath to hitch; he dug his other hand into his thick, long hair, pulled his head to the side to reveal his snow-kissed skin, and leaned down to touch his lips against his pulse point before opening his mouth and pressed his teeth into the supple skin, drawing pearls of blood that he languidly licked clean.

Ye Xiu moaned softly at the flavor and the vitality that immediately enter his bloodstream as soon as he swallowed.

Yu Wenzhou whimpered at the slight pain, his eyes widening at the sensation, irises black as the night sky.

“You taste as good as I remember,” Ye Xiu said as he leaned back on his heels with a smile, the corner of his lips tainted red from Yu Wenzhou’s blood, “no, so much better — sweeter.”

The gesture was meant to be a possessive one, and even in this silence he could tell Ye Xiu was enjoying this little game he’d set up.

Now that Ye Xiu had sat down properly across from him, Yu Wenzhou could observe the fox demon more clearly: his eyes were red as rubies, skin pale to the point of being almost transparent, his lips thin and tucked into a constant conniving smile, ink-black hair swept over his shoulder and loosely tied up, and his frame was shimmering with freshly consumed vitality that was spreading over his entire body.

Despite the different body he’d seemed to take over this time, he was still the same Ye Xiu; he still possessed the same ambition and greed to take control over the fox clan, to rule them as he pleased, and when even that couldn’t satisfy his hunger anymore, he’d turn his fangs to the mortals.

“Why did you kidnap all those mortal children? You need not to go through such lengths to regain your powers,” Yu Wenzhou was trying to distract Ye Xiu. If he managed to redirect his attention, perhaps an opportunity would present itself.

“Do you not get it still? All of that was merely a dramatic act to get your attention,” Ye Xiu explained as if the fox spirit was a little slow, “and it worked, did it not? Since when did you start caring about human affairs, hmm? Ah, it must have something to do with that little human pet you keep by your side for the last few years. What is his name again?”

Ye Xiu’s blood-red irises stared directly into Yu Wenzhou’s dark orbs, his smile growing wide and dangerous.

“Leave him out of this,” Yu Wenzhou said, tone icy and sharp, “this is between you and me.”

“Oh, now this is interesting,” Ye Xiu laughed at the fox spirit’s unexpected reaction, bringing a sleeve over the lower half of his face that hardly muffled the sound. “Can it be that you have started to genuinely care for your pet, Wenzhou? You know that is not the way of the foxes.”

“Neither is whatever you have been up to, I am certain,” Yu Wenzhou murmured bitingly, violet irises glaring at the demon with unabashed defiance.

“Is there something different about this child of man, I wonder?” Ye Xiu tapped his lower lip with his index finger in mock wistfulness. “Something that would thaw the frozen, callous heart of even the proudest fox spirit of our generation?”

Yu Wenzhou pointedly ignored Ye Xiu’s question. He didn’t want to play into his hands, and to be honest, the question itself and the underlying implication of the validity of those words threw him off momentarily, for hadn’t he ask himself that very same question soon after Huang Shaotian — warm, golden eyes filled with nothing but affection for him — whispered those confusing, wonderful words into the fictitious spring breeze?

‘Love’ had always been such a vague, puzzling concept to Yu Wenzhou, not that he spent much time considering the foreign notion in the first place; from what he’d observed in the human world, love only brought on misery and betrayal, a weakness that any demon could take advantage of. Yu Wenzhou would never allow himself to fall that low, to give others that kind of fault to hold over his head.

Yet even as Ye Xiu loomed over him once more, his lips pulling into a cryptic smile that had Yu Wenzhou shuddering uncontrollably and his hands gathering into fists resting in his lap, the image of the young and idealistic Huang Shaotian couldn’t be shaken from the crevasses of his mind.

This was exactly what he was afraid of. It was a mistake right from the moment he’d decided to keep the boy under his protection, but he felt no regret for the choice he’d made over a decade ago, only a hint of bitterness stuck at the back of his throat when the thought of not being able to say a last farewell to him invaded his heart.

“What do you really want from me?” Yu Wenzhou asked instead. It wasn’t as if Ye Xiu was actually expecting him to answer properly.

Ye Xiu let out a lighthearted chuckle.

“You know what I want, Wenzhou,” Ye Xiu kneeled down and hooked a finger under Yu Wenzhou’s chin, forcing the other man to lift his head until they could see each other at eye-level. When he spoke next, frost seeped out from between his lips and scattered against Yu Wenzhou’s cheek, “My desire has always been simple; it has never changed throughout the years, though sadly it seems that you have gladly left me behind. I am wounded, truly.”

Yu Wenzhou spitted out a cold laugh, wanting to reach forward and grab Ye Xiu by the neck but realizing belatedly that he’d been rendered immobile by an invisible force. He was frozen like an ice sculpture; Yu Wenzhou knew this was nothing but an illusionary spell casted by Ye Xiu, and with his training, he should be able to break free of this spell if only his heart would stop skipping all over the place in a panicked state and wondering about Huang Shaotian’s whereabouts at this moment.

“If you willingly give yourself to me, you will not experience any agony at all during the process, this I can assure you,” Ye Xiu grinned, his red eyes making promises that Yu Wenzhou was afraid to believe in — refuse to believe in. “Together, we will be able to achieve great feats even our clansmen and ancestors could not have imagined or hoped to do.”

“And what of Huang Shaotian?” Yu Wenzhou’s jaw tightened, the syllables barely making past his lips.

He couldn’t twist away when Ye Xiu leaned in to kiss him lightly on his cheek, gentle but with a knife’s edge that, should Ye Xiu desire, could slice Yu Wenzhou’s throat on the spot and he’d never have seen it coming.

Ye Xiu smelled of decay and flames — of the rotten past he longed to forget and the impending future that seemed to be the only path waiting for him.

“You are hoping that I would spare his life, am I correct?” Ye Xiu murmured, lips burning hot against the shell of his ear, and then he chuckled again, the sound eerily wicked. “This new, softer side of you, I really need some time to get used to.”

“He is not a threat — not to you — so why waste your time on him?”

“But he would make for additional valuable ingredient for my refinery training, or at least that is what I have gathered from the rumors that have been floating around,” Ye Xiu said as he maneuvered himself so that he was directly facing Yu Wenzhou again. There was a pleasant, kind curve to his smile when he spoke next, “The little ones said that he smells heavenly, but I am certain he cannot be comparable to you. Nevertheless, I can always use some first-rate quality nourishment. I could make you feel better and lie to you, but then what would be the fun in that?”

He brushed the pad of his thumb roughly against Yu Wenzhou’s lower lip until the pressure painted it a tempting rosy red; Ye Xiu’s eyes darkened at the alluring sight, inky lashes trembling as he leaned in a degree closer, “I like breaking you down little by little like this; I like seeing you cry, the way your eyes turn pink and bloodshot from desperation, the helpless little whimpers that you let out — it makes my heart race just so. It will be just like good old times again, Wenzhou, do you not remember? Do you not miss those moments?”

It was then that Ye Xiu made his move and covered Yu Wenzhou’s mouth with his own in an aggressive and controlling kiss; his tongue, too hot and too rough, broke through the seam of Yu Wenzhou’s lips to dictate the flow and pace of their motions.

Trapped in all senses — within Ye Xiu’s illusion, Ye Xiu’s body, his own fogged, unnerved mind — Yu Wenzhou could do nothing but allow the fox demon to have his way with him. He discerned the metallic tang of blood in his mouth, and he wondered faintly if it was simply what Ye Xiu tasted like or if the demon had bitten him hard enough to draw blood. Soon, his ravished lips were numbed and oversensitive from Ye Xiu’s relentless kisses, the gesture more of a display of dominance than affection.

But Ye Xiu was just getting started.

With a firm, steady hand, the demon tore the thin garment off of Yu Wenzhou’s slender shoulders, revealing creamy skin that was showing hints of pink where Ye Xiu’s long and elegant fingers touched and scratched ruthlessly, leaving behind red welts and bloody lines, seemingly random. Yet Yu Wenzhou could gradually feel a sickening gravitational pull that started from where Ye Xiu’s palm was pressed against him, the center of his body just above his navel — the core of vitality that fueled him for years and years, refined and purified until it was polished into an almost perfect glow. The particles vibrated and hummed furiously inside of him, resisting the vicious pull as it rose and fell like the moon calling for the tide of the sea.

Yu Wenzhou forced his eyes to snap close in deep concentration, clearing his mind and heart so that he could put up a proper defense up against Ye Xiu’s invasion.

The demon’s hand was burning a hole through his skin as if he wanted nothing more than to claw out Yu Wenzhou’s insides and claimed it as his own, to combine them into one entity; the pulse of his core skittered, his mind and heart calling out the name of a man who was far from his reach.

‘Huang Shaotian…’

‘How pathetic,’ Yu Wenzhou thought, his mouth twisting into a self-depreciating smile at the image of the mortal boy who had somehow sneaked his way into his heart, captured him with his bright, hopeful eyes, and even brighter laughter, the sound like long-forgotten summer sunlight scattering through the lush foliage of a forest, ‘for a great nine-tailed snow fox such as myself to be conquered so easily simply because I wanted to protect you, a mere mortal.’

But that wasn’t right either.

There was no trace of bitterness or regret or resentment in him, only a kind of muted melancholy that he would no longer have the power to keep his promise he’d made to Huang Shaotian ten years ago. To respond to Huang Shaotian’s confession with his own revelation.

“Why do you push me away, Wenzhou?” Ye Xiu murmured against Yu Wenzhou’s lips, “your heart has been tainted by that mortal but once we merge as one, the stain will be purged and you will be pure and beautiful once again as you were before.” His mouth hot and forceful, his words even more so, and he swallowed Yu Wenzhou’s every exhale and the stream of essence, like silver starlight, that burned its way up from his core, through his lungs and capillaries, up his trachea and finally sucked in hungrily by the fox demon.

The ice armor around his core was melting, crumbling, succumbing to Ye Xiu’s assault. His consciousness, too, was slipping away, and the more Ye Xiu took from him, the more tempting it became to just surrender himself completely.

Just as Ye Xiu could feel himself almost breaking down Yu Wenzhou’s defenses absolutely, a flash of cobalt light — the deadly whistle of a blade — slashed through the darkness of their illusory world, igniting it momentarily with a blinding glow.

“Let go, demon!”

The next second, Ye Xiu had already dragged the languid body of Yu Wenzhou and skipped a few steps back to avoid an oncoming attack.

The demon narrowed his eyes, the red in his irises an eerie glow in the dark as he glared at the intruder, a young man with amber eyes and a heart that knew no fear and held too much love, one hand clutching onto a sword that gleamed dull blue.

“So, you are the famed Huang Shaotian that Wenzhou has taken a liking to recently?” Ye Xiu sneered, his arm wrapping tighter around the weakened Yu Wenzhou as he nuzzled his nose against the fox spirit’s neck. He watched in amusement as Huang Shaotian’s eyes grew wide at the sight, his entire frame shaking in frustration. “For you to be able to break through the boundary between reality and fantasy to get into my illusion, it seems like I cannot underestimate your abilities after all.”

Ye Xiu’s gaze strayed upwards where the dome was gradually disintegrating particle by particle, obsidian melting away into the azure blue of the sky outside.

“Let go of him! Do you hear me?” Huang Shaotian snapped, taking a step forward, “I say let go of him this damn instant, you bastard!”

With his sword tip aiming for the demon’s throat, Huang Shaotian dashed towards Ye Xiu without any plans or intention to protect himself; all that occupied his mind and drove his instinct was to take Yu Wenzhou back and away from this monster.

“What if I do not want to?” Ye Xiu smirked, letting go of the half-conscious Yu Wenzhou who wobbled like a doll before he crumpled to the ground, and with a wave of his hand, an iron cage materialized from thin air to confine the fox spirit. He continued while easily blocking Huang Shaotian’s attacks with his bare hands, his elegant fingers drawing shapes and lines in the air to create a barrier around himself, “Have you asked Wenzhou what he wants? What if he wants to stay here? What if he wants to stay with me?”

Huang Shaotian exhaled heavily, “Like hell he’d want to stay in this depressing-looking shithole!”

“Such vulgar language,” Ye Xiu remarked, “I do not understand why Wenzhou would tolerate someone like you.”

“Then maybe you don’t understand him as well as you think you do,” Huang Shaotian smirked at the instant reaction his taunt seemed to have ignited in Ye Xiu, who’d fallen silent. He seized the opportunity and announced, “I don’t know what the fuck you’ve done to him but you know what, it doesn’t even matter now because I am going to slay you and your minions with my Ice Rain!”

“Big words for a mortal child,” Ye Xiu seemed to take Huang Shaotian more seriously now, for there was no trace of teasing on his pale face, just the raw light in his eyes and the roiling energy that sprinted throughout his system, making his body glow faintly. He started for the swordsman, one step after another, and then broke into a run like an arrow targeting his victim — no room for error, no time for second thoughts.

“That’s right, that’s right, come on come at me already…” Huang Shaotian’s grip on Ice Rain’s hilt tightened and his limbs winded up to get ready as Ye Xiu came closer, and suddenly the fox demon was directly in front of him, fangs bared, blood-thirsty eyes boring into his, and claws raised high for a strike.

Huang Shaotian twisted away from Ye Xiu’s arms at the last second, his motion fluid and rapid as a feline’s, but Ye Xiu was faster, his body quickly adjusting to the swordsman’s movements and he was able to latch onto Huang Shaotian’s sleeves, slowing him down just enough to shift closer to the man once more, this time not allowing him to slip away.

“Do not test my patience, child of man,” Ye Xiu growled with a wide grin and a crazed look in his eyes as he reached for Huang Shaotian’s throat, talons gleaming, “Yu Wenzhou belongs to me and me only; nobody is allowed to take him away from me again!”

“Think again, asshole!” Huang Shaotian shouted, swinging his sword in a wide, horizontal arc, the tip barely grazing Ye Xiu’s garment across the demon’s chest, but Ye Xiu’s contact with Ice Rain’s blade washed with herb-of-grace was enough to burn his physical body, and he rolled onto the ground, hissing in pain as smoke and stench of burning flesh coiled from the incision that Huang Shaotian made.

Taking advantage of Ye Xiu’s respite, the swordsman easily cut through the cage that was imprisoning Yu Wenzhou. The fox spirit looked up dazedly at his savior as the metal bars disintegrated around him, eyes half-lidded and amethyst irises clouded with confusion and exhaustion.

“Shao…tian…” he murmured, blinking heavily and snow locks falling limply into his eyes as he tried to reach for him.

“Come on, great lord snow fox, let’s get you out of here,” Huang Shaotian gave him a small, relieved smile before hauling him up with one arm. It wasn’t easy to walk with a sagging Yu Wenzhou weighting him down on one side, but Huang Shaotian was solely driven by adrenaline and the goal of dragging them both out of this hellhole now, and this gave him a surge of fire and energy he didn’t even realize he possessed.

“Not. So. Fast.” Ye Xiu uttered each word with pure loath as he stood straight once more.

“Yu Wenzhou, this might burn a little but don’t let go, all right?” Huang Shaotian whispered.

Yu Wenzhou gave a weak affirmation as he leaned closer against Huang Shaotian’s warm and solid body.

If they were not in immediate danger, then maybe Huang Shaotian would have been able to enjoy this side of the usually proud and aloof fox spirit a bit more.

“I’m warning you now, bastard, you better leave us alone or you’re going to regret this,” Huang Shaotian warned, backing away slowly with Yu Wenzhou in tow, Ice Rain held defensively before him.

“You have been amusing, but now you are in my way,” Ye Xiu began to come for them again, this time with much less restraint than before.

The charm on the back of Huang Shaotian’s hands began to glow silver-blue as he silently muttered the defensive spell under his breath; ten years ago, he’d accidentally activated the spell, but today, with Yu Wenzhou’s essence running through him, becoming part of him as he grew, his powers and control had increased exponentially over the years.

The light on his defensive charm mirrored the purifying glow of Ice Rain, and together they created the ultimate shield, the pinpricks of radiance tearing the darkness of Ye Xiu’s world apart, shattering it and its creator into fragments.

“I will come for you again, Wenzhou…” Ye Xiu’s ominous promise echoed around them like a whirlwind before it, too, dissipated and scattered into the wind.

“Yu Wenzhou, are you all right? Yu Wen— oh blessed be the earth and heavens what the actual fuck happened to you?”

Huang Shaotian froze in his tracks, his eyes widening frightfully at the sight before him: a giant fox covered in thick white pelt and nine long tails swaying agitatedly behind stood in place of Yu Wenzhou, his snout long and his eyes the same icy violet as his humanoid form, supported by graceful limbs that could run hard and fast in snowy and mountainous terrains. The swordsman blinked once and then laughed, his voice a little tight and frantic, “Wait, that was a terribly stupid and insensitive question, I’m sorry. You are a snow fox spirit, of course your true form would be a gigantic nine-tailed fox.”

He wished he had more time to admire the majestic form of the snow fox, but time was of the essence right now. Ye Xiu must have stolen much of Yu Wenzhou’s vitality, for every step the fox attempted to take was unsteady, the footprints on the snow dragging shallow tracks.

Despite Huang Shaotian’s effort to tug the half-conscious beast along the snow trail, they didn’t progress far since Yu Wenzhou was almost five times the size and weight of a normal fox’s; he easily towered over the swordsman and casted a shadow that blocked the sunlight above their heads.

“Uh…where should we head to? And who the hell was that asshole anyway? Don’t answer me now, but I demand a full, detailed explanation after you get better, you got it? I don’t suppose you can tell me where to go or what to do to help you when you’re in this form, huh? Goddamnit!” the swordsman stomped on the ground as if that motion could help him brainstorm better ideas.

Huang Shaotian didn’t get much of a warning other than a whispered ‘hold on tight’ in his mind before he felt himself being lifted off the ground, Yu Wenzhou’s furry tail wrapped securely around his waist as he placed the swordsman on his muscled back. Before Huang Shaotian could complete one inhale, his fingers barely grasping onto the long, gorgeous white fur on the fox’s back, Yu Wenzhou was moving — or at least, he thought they were moving, except instead of going forward, Huang Shaotian only felt like his body and insides were being crushed from all directions and that his breaths were being knocked out of him by an invisible fist over and over again.

As soon as they stopped after what felt like a century, Huang Shaotian rolled off the fox’s back, toppled a few steps away, and threw up where Yu Wenzhou won’t be able to see this shameful and awful side of him. Behind him, Yu Wenzhou fell to the ground with a heavy thud as well, his chest heaving quick, shallow bursts of air in and out of his body, eyes slipped closed in agony as he felt the last trace of his power disappearing completely from this vitality-consuming act.

Thankfully, there was a clean spring further in the cave they’d arrived in, so without letting his attention wander too much, he quickly rinsed his mouth to rid of the sour and disgusting taste. Since he’d been trained as a constable for years, once his stomach settled back down, his vigilance over his surroundings returned just as swiftly. The cave was small but not to the point of feeling claustrophobic, for just outside the entrance were rows of cherry blossom trees that had only just began to bud. The climate was still too cold for flowers to bloom, but in a month or so, the scenery would drastically transform from where they stood.

“Yu Wenzhou,” the swordsman climbed back to his shaky feet and turned to him with murderous eyes, “please give me a goddamn warning next time you want to play with teleportation! I thought I was going to die of a heart failure or something!”

When Yu Wenzhou didn’t reply with a snarky remark like he tended to do when Huang Shaotian got overdramatic like this, the swordsman quickly jogged to stand before the fox’s head; he reached up and only hesitated for half a second before he laid his hand on Yu Wenzhou’s fur and patted him on the snout, hoping the gesture would at least be soothing for the fox spirit, if nothing else.

“Hey, Yu Wenzhou, wake up,” Huang Shaotian whispered urgently, leaning in closer so that his breaths brushed and rustled the fox’s fur. “Don’t fall asleep on me, oy! Tell me what to do. Tell me what I need to do to make you feel better, okay? I can’t fucking help you if you don’t talk to me, come on! Please…Yu Wenzhou…” his voice broke by the end as his demands became pleas. Still, the fox remained motionless.

“Wenzhou…” he allowed himself to murmur the fox spirit’s name like it was something sacred, something precious. His eyes were burning with unshed tears, but he won’t let himself be weak. Yu Wenzhou didn’t need a weak human being by his side.

‘Huang Shaotian, come closer.’

“H-How the hell are you doing that!?” he yelped, leaning back to take a better look at the beast.

Yu Wenzhou himself wasn’t stirring, nor was his mouth moving, but Huang Shaotian could clearly hear the fox spirit’s voice as if Yu Wenzhou was standing right there beside him.

‘Do you really think this is the best time?’

Huang Shaotian could picture the eye-narrowing that accompanied with that similar tone.

“Right, right! Sorry!”

Yu Wenzhou’s eyes flickered, long lashes trembling, and with some difficulty, he was able to open his clouded eyes and stared at Huang Shaotian. There was no shield, no enigma, no pretense; he was in pain and this was the weakest state he’d ever been in, and he was willing to share this part of himself with him.

Maybe he didn’t have a choice.

Or maybe he wanted him there.

Huang Shaotian tried not to overthink the situation too much.

‘Will you do me this one favor?’

“I can’t believe you’re asking me this,” Huang Shaotian rolled his eyes, “Of course I will! If you think I’ll leave you here to die without trying to do all I can to help you, you’d be wrong.”

‘You are angry,’ Yu Wenzhou discerned, his eyes conveying a hint of puzzlement. ‘You do not owe me anything, so I cannot expect you to shoulder a hazardous act on my behalf. Such assumptions would be thoughtless and discourteous. I do not wish to impel that upon you.”

Huang Shaotian blinked; he had not expected the high-and-mighty fox spirit to have considered so much beforehand. His lips lifted softly upwards into a small smile, his hand resuming the movement of stroking the fox’s snout, “My life is yours the moment you gave me a drop of your blood, Yu Wenzhou.” There was a sense of finality in the swordsman tone, an underlying promise to do all he could to save him.

Yu Wenzhou closed his eyes at Huang Shaotian’s gentle touch and replied, ‘After this, my life shall be yours as well. Please take good care of it.’

There was that unmistakable hint of humor in his otherwise calm voice, but Huang Shaotian’s heart was trembling nevertheless, yet for what reason, he couldn’t tell for certain.

“What do you mean by that?”

‘Ye Xiu had taken a significant amount of my vitality, and in protecting my core against his invasion, my internal rhythm and system have been disrupted. I will place my tainted core into your body, and in turn, your body, with its half-exorcist and half-celestial bloodline, will serve as a perfect vessel to restore, nourish, and purify my core vitality with the mutual exchange of our energy currents.’

“You will need to use human language to explain that one to me,” Huang Shaotian scratched the back of his head in utter confusion.

‘It is simpler to show you than to explain to you,’ Yu Wenzhou only said with a sigh, lifting his head a few inches off the ground and nuzzled against Huang Shaotian’s cheek like a giant, affectionate canine, causing the young man to giggle at the prickling sensation.

“Yu Wenzhou, what the hell are you— It’s tickly!” He tried to squirm away but he was caught by one of the fox’s tails around the waist. Yu Wenzhou first laid him down on the cave floor, which was surprisingly soft and dry — and it was then that Huang Shaotian realized his back was shielded by the fox spirit’s other tails — then he restricted the man’s movements by holding his limbs down in place by wrapping his tails around his wrists and ankles.

‘Do not move.’ It sounded like a command, but perhaps it was Yu Wenzhou’s way to beg him not to go, not to be afraid of him in this state.

‘Trust me.’

“You know I always do,” Huang Shaotian told him, amber eyes glowing bright in the darkened interior of the cave, but it wasn’t the usual carefree warmth that he exuded but one that was showing hints of uncertainty, as if he wasn’t quite sure whether he was still talking to the same Yu Wenzhou he’d known for the last decade.

As if he was trying to console the swordsman, Yu Wenzhou lowered his head and nuzzled his snout against Huang Shaotian’s neck, occasionally puffing out warm, moist air from his nostrils which caused Huang Shaotian to shudder, his jaw tightening from the strange proximity and sensation. The fox’s thick fur, in addition to his own agitated physical state, was making him sweat already, and the thick garment he donned was getting more and more uncomfortable by the second.

Yet as he forced himself to focus on the soothing rhythm of Yu Wenzhou’s breathing pattern, the bubbling spring that echoed in a pleasing melody, and the gentle breeze that rustled the branches of the trees outside the cave, Huang Shaotian eventually felt the warmth enfolding around him became less overwhelming and more comforting. His frame relaxed within the embrace of Yu Wenzhou’s tails and his eyes slipped close naturally; the stream of vitality that had been rushing through his system decelerated, the instinctual defenses he put up around himself gradually peeled away to reveal the rawest, most innate part of himself.

When he sensed Huang Shaotian’s heartbeat slowing down to a steady hum and his body opening up to him, Yu Wenzhou unhinged his jaws slightly, allowing his deteriorating core, which was nestled deep within his solar plexus, to travel upwards and out of his body until the sphere, the size of a large pearl, chipped and marred in black on the otherwise silver-lavender surface, remained suspended in the air between himself and Huang Shaotian, all the while his fur gleaming a soft sheen of silver frost.

Placing all trust on the man beneath him, Yu Wenzhou’s mind and heart dictated the core to move until it touched Huang Shaotian’s lips, the sweet, warm glow casting his face in a soft, milky light, highlighting his cheekbones and long, inky lashes. The mortal swallowed his core and accepted it as his own, his skin shimmering like the fox spirit’s fur for a moment as his inner body slowly became more accustomed to the foreign presence of another being’s vitality.

It didn’t take long for his internal system to settle and calm down, for it appeared that Huang Shaotian’s body had long been acclimatized to Yu Wenzhou due to the drop of blood he’d been infused with ten years ago.

When Huang Shaotian opened his eyes again, his body seemingly having just experienced an extensive battle that left the young man swelteringly hot, his heart racing, and skin gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, he saw that Yu Wenzhou had transformed back to his human form, though he noticed that his ankles were still bound by the fox spirit’s tails and a set of pointy, triangular ears were twitching atop his head among the mess of white hair. His hands were braced on both sides of the swordsman’s head and his legs were straddling around his hips, the usual thin silk robe that he donned was nowhere in sight so that his bare body and moonlight-kissed skin was on full display.

He blinked up at him a little dazed, a little excited, amber darkening to black-gold, as he reached up with a shaking arm and caressed the pale, delicate skin of Yu Wenzhou’s cheek with his knuckles. His skin was cold to the touch, but that wasn’t new; the molten violet in his eyes, however, was churning with an emotion that Huang Shaotian had never seen on the proud fox spirit before, and he didn’t dare put a name on it just yet.

“Now what, Yu Wenzhou?” Huang Shaotian whispered, the heat in his chest making speaking difficult and his cheeks were flushing for no good reason he could think of.

“Now we must exchange our energy currents,” Yu Wenzhou said in a tone like he was explaining some kind of boring medical procedure, “until my core is completely healed and returned to its previous state.”

“And how do we go about doing that?” Huang Shaotian asked, swallowing hard as he watched the fox spirit’s half-lidded eyes staring back at him contemplatively, almost like he wanted nothing more than to swallow the mortal man whole — not in a way that a hunter wanted to tear into its victim, but more like a jealous lover craving to consume all and make him his.

“Like this.”

Yu Wenzhou lowered himself until their noses were almost touching, then he leaned to the side slightly and placed a soft, hesitant kiss against Huang Shaotian’s blushing cheek, his lips barely touching the skin there but it was plenty enough to ignite the smoldering kindling that’d been planted inside Huang Shaotian’s heart a long time ago. With just one innocent kiss, Huang Shaotian’s self-made chains of constraint broke, and he chased after the fox spirit’s lips, capturing them with his eager mouth, tasting him for the first time, hearing Yu Wenzhou gasped in alarm that made Huang Shaotian’s heart skipped merrily until Yu Wenzhou sharply caught his wrists with one strong hand and pulled them above his head to limit his movements.

With his other hand, and with the assistance of his dexterous tails, Yu Wenzhou began to unknot the waistband that was keeping Huang Shaotian’s garment together and pulled layers of his clothing off with efficiency and grace all the while kissing the swordsman with a relentless enthusiasm as if the fox spirit wouldn’t be able to live if he were to accidentally let go of the swordsman.

In a manner of speaking, this was true.

As they bit each other lips savagely like beasts and while they exchanged their breaths in the midst of their kisses, hot and messy and heavy, the foreign and his own cores in Huang Shaotian’s body began to roil and burn, urging his system to push the stream of vitality out of his mouth and into Yu Wenzhou’s. In the same way, Yu Wenzhou hungrily accepted and swallowed down Huang Shaotian’s offer, the potent stream of heat exploded through his bloodstream, taking over his bones and muscles, converging and dividing, breaking and bonding, ridding the ashen contamination and replacing it with something brand new and breathtakingly beautiful.

His embrace tightened around Huang Shaotian, skin against skin, heart against heart — no escape. The fox spirit buried his head into the crook of the swordsman’s neck, sucking zealously at the succulent flesh and licking the patch of skin where the blood was pulsing so temptingly close to his fangs.

Huang Shaotian dragged his fingers through the fox spirit’s fine, snowy hair and pulling lightly, whimpering wetly, whenever Yu Wenzhou’s sharp fangs grazed teasingly against his sensitive skin.

He would be more embarrassed about the noises he was making if his mind weren’t still trying to process what was currently happening: Yu Wenzhou pressing passionate kisses against his lips, breathing just as hard and unsteady when Huang Shaotian experimentally scratched his blunt nails along his back, caressing his dripping length with his elegant fingers, touching him in places he’d only dreamed of deep into the night, and now…

“Haaah… Yu… Wenzhou?” Huang Shaotian felt the other man’s lips leaving his throat alone and his hands tracing and moving downward until they stopped at his thighs and hips.

When he looked down at the swordsman again, most of his face was hidden by the curtain of his long hair, but Huang Shaotian could never look away from those eyes.

“Forgive me, Shaotian,” Yu Wenzhou murmured, a hint of apology seeping into the deep rumble of his voice.

Before Huang Shaotian could comprehend his words, Yu Wenzhou entered inside him, and the fire residing within both bodies burst into millions of smaller flecks of stars that melted on their skin and absorbed into their being.

Huang Shaotian let out a quiet sob as the pain where they were connected spread further out, his body stiffening in a feeble attempt to reject the foreign and agonizing presence, and Yu Wenzhou could only console him with whispered apologies and gentle kisses on his cheek, on his eyelids, his ears, along his nose, and finally his mouth.

Every inch of their bare skin was in contact with each other’s wherever possible, and every brush and caress against their skin seemed to ignite sparks that initiated the transfer of energy currents between their bodies. Gradually, the heat of the currents numbed the pain to a manageable level, allowing Huang Shaotian to feel the pleasure to build up in the pit of his abdomen; he glanced up at Yu Wenzhou and noticed that his cheeks had become slightly pink; his chest as well, was painted a lovely shade of flushing rose. His tails had long let go of Huang Shaotian’s ankles and they were twitching and waving restlessly from the electrifying thrill.

The proud, majestic fox spirit with his cold, emotionless demeanor had melted away without a trace in this intimate moment; replacing the callous, commanding ruler was a simple man gripped with uncontrollable passion for a mortal he’d unknowingly fallen in love with and the desire to survive.

Yu Wenzhou came with a guttural growl against Huang Shaotian’s shoulder, branding him with his scent and teeth marks that would turn to violet bruises in a few hours’ time. A moment later, the fox spirit, who seemed to look a lot healthier from the flush of his skin and the lively gleam in his eyes, pulled himself out and was about to roll off of Huang Shaotian when he was abruptly stopped.

“I really, really hate it when you don’t give me warning about shit like this,” Huang Shaotian wrapped his arms around the fox spirit’s neck and pulled him down, his dark eyes glaring up at him with the same defiant light that Yu Wenzhou was familiar with since he was a child, but the unshed tears rolling along the brims of his bloodshot eyes made his reprimanding rather unconvincing.

“I apologize,” Yu Wenzhou’s lips twitched a little into a brief, amused smile and kissed him lightly on the lips. It wasn’t nearly enough to assuage him.

“Hmph, just you wait, Yu Wenzhou,” he turned to the side so the fox spirit wouldn’t be able to see the deep blush on his cheeks, “I will find your weakness one of these days and then you’ll be in trouble.”

“I can’t wait for that day to arrive,” Yu Wenzhou chuckled, the corner of his eyes crinkling though the violet in his irises had returned to its mirror calm.

A/N: Little did Shaotian know that they’ll be doing this a few more times after that, lol.

#quan zhi gao shou #qzgs #the king's avatar #tka #yuhuang #bowie's crappy writing

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ALL!!!! (also the gemini sqUAD LOL)

im gonna enjoy a nice cup of water while doing this bc idk a tea (update i didnt drink water at all and now im dying of thirst,, also undercut bc many)

1: Golden mornings or peachy sunsets?

i dont wake up early enough to see the sunrise and when i do i never manage to take pics bc of school so peachy sunsets

2: Sugar cones or waffle cones?

idk what a sugar cone is but i like waffle cones!!! havent eaten ice cream with a cone in forever though,, i rarely eat ice cream now

3: Do you wear scarves often? do you have a favorite?

listen…. its about 33 degrees everyday but even if im in a colder country i dont wear scarves

4: How long do you lay in bed before you finally get up?

this depends?? on how motivated im feeling lmao never more than 10 minutes though because if i lay awake for that long ill just fall back asleep

5: Is there a food you’ve never had but always wanted to try?

i dont think so?? im bad at trying new things especially food

6: What does your umbrella look like?

i dont.. go outside often and whenever i do i take public transport so basically everythings sheltered so i never had a need for umbrellas

7: Do you listen to ASMR?

ive only listened to one everybody please listen to this gift

8: Rain storms or a light drizzle?

both, preferably when im indoors

9: What’s a little thing in life that you love?

hm??????????? my tags lmao

UPDATE: i also really like reading other people’s tags and their rambles that is all

10: Favorite color aesthetic?

does the word aesthetic make this question any different from a normal favourite colour question???? if it doesnt then sky blue

11: Wobbly lines or using a ruler?

in this house we draw lines with no ruler like men (but also because even if i did use a ruler it wouldnt be like… straight idk i cant use rulers

12: Bright colorful living room or neutral cozy living room?

neutral cozy living room but i also love basking in sunlight

13: Do you have any candles? what scents are they?

im not a big fan of heavy smelling products so i dont own any candles

14: Have you ever rode a horse?

i dont think so??????? ive seen horses before though

15: Do you have glasses?

without my glasses i wouldnt be able to read these questions lmao and . .. theyre also a result of watching pokemon too closely to the tv at a young age… its been like 10 years since i got glasses

16: What’s a language you’d like to speak?

japanese i tried speaking it but i got 2 embarrassed to say anything properly while i was in japan (i cant even speak english properly to a friend whyd i think i could speak another language to a stranger beats me)

17: What’s your favorite season and favorite month in that season?

my singaporean no season ass: ? but autumn and november (is this cutting it too close to winter? idk my seasons)

18: Do you have a favorite pair of socks?

hm not really i just wear blue ankle socks a lot but my friend did give me a pair of pokemon and gudetama socks before and i adore those although i lost the gudetama ones in the uk last year she got me another pair whatd i do to deserve her?

19: Favorite Ghibli and/or disney movie

m .. um? big. hero 6??????

20: Disney, Dreamworks, or Pixar?

my dumb ass didnt know they were different

21: What snacks do you usually get at the theater?

i rarely go and watch movies anymore but when i did watch a lot of movies with my friend at the theater we’d get afternoon shows and sneak mcdonalds in lmao

22: What’s an underrated video game/ movie/ show you love and think it needs more recognition?

how about band? day6 i only ever play pokemon + sif + bandori so i cant say much and i rarely watch movies and a show? if its an anime id say the one i mentioned before in my one text post

23: Would you fill your house with plants if you had a green thumb?

not really rip

24; All plants are great but do you have a favorite?

HM mmmmmm there was this one but i forgot the name lmao pass

25: Do you have a favorite type of art style? (eg: soft looking, no to little color, sketches, crisp and clean, minimalist, pixel art etc.)

when im the … audience? what do u call it???? i like seeing all kinda of art styles!!! everyone has their own unique art style and i love it all :o

for ME,, , ive been doing art for 6 years maybe and i still cant do shit

26: What would you do if someone gave you flowers?

i would die straight up die thats such a soft concept i cant imagine myself receiving flowers thats 2 sweet oh my god wtf id combust??? i prefer leaves though is that weird i picked some nice leaves recently and im gonna give those to my friends

27: Do you like nicknames?

giving and having nicknames is my favorite past time

28: Do you still watch shows you watched when you were a kid? even from time to time?

pokemon lmao thank u 4 not ending it…. the animation has only improved and im so proud to have been watching it since the start pokemon is my special thing i love it so much!! an interest that never died down, with an anime that stays super like idk to my preference? i tried watching the new digimon stuff but i just couldnt :^( im glad they made ash stay the main character

29: Do you still like old memes? (tell the truth)

never forget dat boi

30: Favorite Halloween costume you dressed up as? (if you don’t celebrate halloween have you ever cosplayed or would you like to? who did you cosplay as?)

we dont celebrate halloween and i would never cosplay, big shoutout to cosplayers though!!! they put in so much effort and just, respect!!!!!

i dont know if this is an actual memory because i dont remember well but when i was younger i thiNK? i had to dress up as a swan thing i have no clue i dont even remember the performance but i might have had to ?? and dance??? or act i dont remember everythings fuzzy but i dressed up a swan once? in kindergarten ?????

31: Are you a fashionable person?

i have the worst fashion sense and even though jeans are nice once again the weather here doesnt allow me to be as fashionable as i can be

32: Do you like watching holiday movies?

not realyyy??? the jack frost (rip) movie was ncie????

33: Cookies or brownies?

i live 4 chocolate chip cookies but too much is . . not preferable

34: Do you blow in the cold air just to see your breath?

no i hate breathing in & out from my mouth

35: Do you find the crickets chirping outside your window relaxing?

WELL from the great cockroach ordeal last night id probably die bc we live in an apartment building so the only way id be hearing crickets would be if they were in the ROOM

36: Do you like cobblestone streets?

my only knowledge of cobblestone is from minecraft so idk

37: How often do you doodle?

when school was still relevant i would doodle as soon as i picked up a pencil lmao i try not to anymore bc i doodled on my math assignment and forgot to fucking erase it and my math teacher called me out

38: When was the last time you blew bubbles?

a year ago?? i dont remember but i do remember when i was younger id try and blow bubbles at the void deck do yall kno what that is its just a space near the lift lobby anyway i swallowed the soap thing idk u know how ur supposed to blow? well i sucked the soap in yum

39: What’s your favorite random piece of decor in your house and room?

in my room its the bed and in the house its the water bottle that contains water

40: Do you bite your fingernails off or clip them more often?

i………………………… i dont actualy kno how to clip my nails and my mum would kill me if i tried but i dont bite my nails either

41: Any birthmarks?

not that i know of

42: Thoughts on freckles?

ive never actually seen someone with freckles in public before but theyre good stuff i gueess?? i dont actually have an opinion on them? everyone says theyre cute and all but im just ??? not that i hate freckles tho if u have freckles? thats cool!

43: First video game you ever played?

pokemon pearl?? either that or megaman on my ps3 OR the bomb square guy????? idk the game name but.. ya

44: what type of bird do you hear most often outside your door?

i dont know what the bird species are but theyre small black birds not crows idk

45: Do you use gifs/ memes a lot when replying to people?

memes yes gifs no bc im not lame like jen

46: Thoughts on spring?

no comment?? i mean? its nice??????? i guess ??? if we had a spring

47: Ideal temperature outside?

oh boy 20 degrees would be enough for me but its never gotten that low before sunny island’s life

48: Cloudy, partly cloudy, or clear skies?

i like clear skies when its bright! but not too sunny and not too warm!!!!! clouds are nice to look at too though

49: How often do you hear airplanes outside?

yeah we live near an airport i dont think anybody uses????

50: Do you enjoy windy days?

windy days are my SHIT back in school our basketball court was open spaced and whenevr wind blew we could feel it man thats the life right there but i hate windy days when im sitting at home bc it flows the curtains rigth into my face i like the feel of the wind and the smell of fresh air but… curtains in my face? not 2 great so rip i close all the windows lmao

okay thank u so much 4 asking falen i love you and wow this was a lot

#im laughing icb i asked u to ask me thank u for asking #ur a good pal #softshouyous #asks

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