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 THE LAST DAY!!! I have finished it! I did all the days of the @vassar177 âs Mingcheng Week! Very proud of myself *little pat on the back*. But, seriously, Iâll miss this so much and I can wait for the next one.
 I hope you like Day 7 which didnât had a prompt and gave me headaches trying to think about a idea for it.
 A GOOD WEEKEND AND AN AWESOME MONTH FOR ALL OF YOU!!!
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 Iâm late! I know and Iâm so, so sorry! Anyway, this is Day 6 of @vassar177 âs Mingcheng Week with the prompt Meet Ugly! I hope you like it and have a good time reading it!
Jiang Cheng is tapping his foot nervously. He knows that heâs upsetting the other people in the waiting roomâtheir glares are more than tellingâbut he canât stop it. His gut feeling is telling him that his results are not going to be good and tapping his foot is all he can do right now.
He wishes Wen Qing would just hurry the fuck up but when she actually steps into the waiting room he wishes she would never ever talk to him again.
Her face is seriousâeven more serious than normallyâand Jiang Cheng knows the news is not going to be good.
âWanyin,â she says with a tilt of her head and Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath before he gets up to follow her into her office.
âHow bad is it?â he wants to know, even before heâs fully seated and at least Wen Qing doesnât let him wait and wonder.
âItâs a brain tumor,â she says without mincing her words and Jiang Cheng blinks at her.
There is this weird rushing sensation in his head and Jiang Cheng feels unable to react to her words at all.
âBreathe,â Wen Qingâs voice cuts through the rushing in his ears and Jiang Cheng reflexively sucks in a breath.
âAgain,â she instructs him and Jiang Cheng follows her instructions along until he feels a bit more stable. âNow, youâll listen to me.â
âOkay,â he croaks out, his mind still screaming at him that heâs dying but he tries his best to concentrate on Wen Qing.
âItâs a neurinoma. Thatâs usually a benign form of tumor and itâs operable. They form at the nerve thatâs responsible for hearing and equilibrium, so the vertigo you feel is most likely already due to that and your diligence allowed us to find it in the early stages. Itâs not very big yet.â
âItâs a tumor,â Jiang Cheng repeats and he wonders how heâs going to tell his family about that. How heâs going to tell Nie Mingjue about it.
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Nie Mingjue would like to take back everything he ever thought about the gods or the powers at be or the whatever favoring him because heâs sure theyâre all having a grand old time watching him suffer right now.
Jiang Cheng is just about to leave the house when Jin Zixuan calls him.
âHello?â
âJiang Cheng, good, hi,â Jin Zixuan says, always a little bit awkward on the phone and Jiang Cheng still canât understand how Jiang Yanli finds this charming.
âWhat is it?â
âListen, werenât you looking for a new cupboard?â
âYes?â
âI have one for you if you want.â
Jiang Cheng frowns at nothing because for all that Jiang Yanli loves him, he doesnât trust it.
âWhatâs the catch?â he demands to know and Jin Zixuan laughs awkwardly.
âNothing?â he asks and he doesnât even sound convinced himself.
âAlright,â Jiang Cheng slowly says, because he is still looking for a cupboard and if this is one from the Jin estate itâs bound to be exactly what Jiang Cheng is looking for. âDo you have time now?â
âYes, please,â Jin Zixuan immediately says and it only makes Jiang Cheng wonder what could be wrong with the cupboard.
Still he gets into his car and drives over, wanting to get this over with so he can enjoy the rest of his day.
Jin Zixuan is already waiting for him in front of the house and he seems way too happy to see Jiang Cheng.
Itâs suspicious.
âJin Zixuan, just tell me whatâs wrong with the goddamn cupboard,â Jiang Cheng says to him instead of a greeting and Jin Zixuan wrings his hands in front of his chest.
âListen, so I think A-Yao meant for this to be incinerated with the combustible trash, but I thought thatâd be a waste, especially seeing as you are still looking for one but now that I had this for a day in the house, I donât know if itâs really such a good idea anymoreââ he rambles and Jiang Cheng pinches the bridge of his nose.
âWhat is wrong with it?â he demands to know, cutting Jin Zixuan off.
âI think itâs haunted,â Jin Zixuan says with a wince and Jiang Cheng stares at him.
âWhat the fuck, Jin Zixuan,â he breathes out. âShow me.â
Jiang Cheng lets out a deep sigh when the door closes behind him. Today has been an absolute shitshow and heâs more than glad to finally be home.
His relief only lasts for about five minutes though because before he even gets to change out of his work clothes, his phone rings.
The caller ID tells him that itâs Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng pinches the bridge of his nose.
He knows how this is going to go and while he doesnât want to have a fight right after what happened at work, he also knows that Wei Wuxian is going to call him again and again until he finally picks up.
And Jiang Cheng decides itâs best to get this over with as quickly as possible, so he can enjoy the rest of his evening in peace.
âWhat?â he snaps out as he picks up.
âWhat the hell is wrong with you?â Wei Wuxian starts with and suddenly Jiang Cheng feels tired.
So very tired.
He doesnât say anything but of course Wei Wuxian has enough to say for both of them.
âUncle Fengmian called and said you lost it at work today? How can you just yell at everyone and then leave? He said you dragged my project through the mud and it wonât be ready to launch, Jiang Cheng, what the fuck.â
âThatâs not how it happened,â Jiang Cheng says, but he knows how this is going to go.
It doesnât really matter what he says, as long as Jiang Fengmian said something different Wei Wuxian is not going to listen to him.
Still, like always, Jiang Cheng feels like he has to try. Somehow thereâs still this grain of hope in him that one day Wei Wuxian will listen to him instead of Jiang Fengmian.
âYou fucked up your calculations and I was just telling him about that. Instead of listening to me and finding a solutionâwhich I also presented, because apparently I am the one to clean up all your messesâhe yelled at me in front of the entire department and then told me to leave early. Early,â Jiang Cheng scoffs. âI was already well into over-time at that point, not that it matters.â
He knows heâs focusing on the entirely wrong thing here, but it annoys him to no end that his father seems to think that he works the same hours as Wei Wuxian. Which means he comes in late and leaves early which is not at all true.
More often than not Jiang Cheng comes in early and leaves late, but it doesnât seem to matter. Sometimes he wonders if his father would even notice if he didnât show up at all.
This was lovingly titled âYet another mafia auâ in my WIPs ;)
Nie Mingjue shifts nervously in his seat when Sandu Shengshou continues to tap out a rhythm on his biceps and it earns him a disapproving glare of Nie Huaisang.
Nie Mingjue helplessly shrugs but he knows Nie Huaisang is not having it when he flicks open his fan, expertly hiding his mouth behind it.
âGet a grip on yourself,â he hisses and Nie Mingjue wishes he could, but then his eyes fall back to Sandu Shengshou and he knows itâs a lost cause.
Itâs not his fault that the other man is so hot, despite his mask. Or maybe because of it, Nie Mingjue is still not sure about it.
He shifts again and this time he doesnât just earn himself a glare from Nie Huaisang. Sandu Shengshouâs eyes also fall to him and Nie Mingjue can just imagine him raising an eyebrow at him.
Nie Mingjue hurriedly avoids his eyes, and stares down at the table in front of him. It might be safer than to continue staring at Sangu Shengshouâs graceful hands.
Gods, Nie Mingjue really is in deep and he doesnât even know the identity of Sandu Shengshou.
âYouâre an embarrassment,â Nie Huaisang tonelessly tells him and itâs not like Nie Mingjue has anything to say to that in his defence.
He has seen Sandu Shengshou fight, with his whip and his sword and even his bare fists, and Nie Mingjue has never seen anything like it.
Just the thought of the last fight he witnessed makes his mouth go dry.
In all honesty, Nie Mingjue is kind of offended that no one else seems to be head over heels for the other man, secret identity or not. Everyone should be falling over themselves for Sandu Shengshou.
âIâm gonna snitch to Jiang Cheng on you,â Nie Huaisang hisses and that, finally, gets Nie Mingjue to get a grip on himself.
Nie Mingjue is very proud of the control he has. Without it Baxia would go rampant every other day, Nie Mingjue knows it, but his control also comes in handy in different life situations.
He hasnât strangled Jin Guangshan yet, nor Jin Guangyao, and Nie Mingjue thinks thatâs deserving of some pride.
He hates the moments when he loses his control, mostly during qi deviations, but he knows that those instances are completely out of his control, so he doesnât beat himself up over it.
Right now, though, he doesnât have an excuse.
There is no explanation for why he stepped forward and kissed Jiang Cheng. Why he is still kissing Jiang Cheng.
Nie Mingjue has lost complete and utter control over himself and he canât even find it in him to stop. Instead he kisses Jiang Cheng again and again, like he has wanted to do for so long.
He only stops when Jiang Cheng makes a sound in his throat that feels like a bucket of cold water has been upended over Nie Mingjue. He wrenches himself away from Jiang Chengâand itâs harder than it has any right to beâand the implication of what he did hits him full force.
He just kissed Jiang Cheng.
âIââ he starts, though heâs not sure what heâs going to say, so he trails off.
Nie Mingjue is still searching for words when Jiang Cheng blinks once, twice and then simply turns around on his heels and leaves the room.
The regret that slams into Nie Mingjue is instant and itâs enough to almost send him to his knees.
âWhat have I done?â he whispers to himself and he canât believe he just lost control of himself like that.
He has always been so proud of himself that he never hurt anyone yet, not even during his qi deviations, and now he hurt the only person he truly cares about beyond Nie Huaisang and Lan Xichen.
He just took something from Jiang Cheng and going by his response it was not freely given.
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 Hello! So this is Day 3 of @vassar177âs Mingcheng Week and the prompt is Regret. Itâs basically a continuation from day 2 but I think you can read this one without reading the last day. If you donât understand a thing about it, thereâs a link in the notes that will take you to Day 2. Hope you enjoy this and remember to stay safe and healthy!
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Never before has Nie Mingjue been so scared of the chiming bells that sit above LP Cafeâs doors.Â
Itâs been a week already, he tells himself. That should have been enough time to prepare for this. Mentally- emotionally - he should have been prepared. He was the one to pick the time and day after all (albeit somewhat coerced). And yet, every step he takes towards the small coffee shop feels like one step closer to his last.
âStop being so dramatic.â
Chapter two brings some sibling bonding (meddling) between the Nies and is it just Nie Mingjue, or is Wanyin acting a bit oddâŚ
Jiang Cheng hesitates in front of Nie Mingjueâs and Nie Huaisangâs door. He feels kind of bad for barging in on them like this, for dropping all of his baggage on themâno matter for how short of a timeâbut itâs not like he has any other option right now.
And they did tell him that he is always welcome.
Seeing as he just walked out of his parentsâ house after a huge fight, his bags packed and with him, he guesses there is no better time to take them up on their offer than now.
Jiang Cheng takes a deep breath and then he finally rings the doorbell.
He hopes they are home, because the dark rain clouds on the sky are promising a downpour and he would hate to get caught in it.
But at least now, luck seems to be on his side because not even a minute later Nie Mingjue opens the door for him.
âWanyin,â he greets him and raises a surprised eyebrow when he sees the bags at Jiang Chengâs feet.
âI moved out after a fight with my parents,â Jiang Cheng explains and heâs not going to cry, at least not right now.
âGood,â Nie Mingjue says and bends down to pick up a bag. âWelcome home.â
And there goes Jiang Chengâs resolution because his eyes immediately start to burn.
âJust like that?â he rasps out and Nie Mingjue pulls him into an embrace.
âJust like that,â he agrees. âWe told you youâre always welcome here and we truly meant it. Thereâs enough space for you and it would be a pleasure to have you live with us.â
âFuck,â Jiang Cheng whispers, hoping that Nie Mingjue doesnât notice the tears that roll down his cheeks. âThank you.â
âOf course,â he easily says and gives Jiang Cheng a little more time to compose himself. âNow come on in, the weather seems to be turning and we donât want to get wet.â
Nie Mingjue pulls him into the house and Jiang Cheng has spent enough time here to know where to put his shoes and jacket.
âIs this everything you wanted to bring or should we go back to get more of your stuff?â Nie Mingjue asks, eying the three bags critically.
It doesnât seem like a lot, Jiang Cheng knows that, but itâs everything he cares about.
âThatâs all,â he gives back and Nie Mingjue nods.
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Thereâs not a single person he knows that would think after thirty-three years of life on this planet, Nie Mingjue would fall in love with someone. And at first sight, at that.
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