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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 魔道祖师 - 墨香铜臭 | Módào Zǔshī - Mòxiāng Tóngxiù, 魔道祖师 | Módào Zǔshī (Cartoon), 陈情令 | The Untamed (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén/Niè Míngjué Characters: Niè Míngjué, Lán Huàn | Lán Xīchén, Niè Huáisāng Additional Tags: Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Fluff and Crack Summary:

Nie Mingjue has a minor surgery. When he wakes up afterwards, there's a very handsome man at his bedside. Who is it? Why is he there?

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Nielan, 21 for the prompt

21. “you’re not very intimidating.” 

Nie Mingjue has no idea how he ended up here, but here he was having a tea party with his cat. Huaisang was visiting Lotus Pier and Zonghui had taken some of the disciples out on a nighthunt, so Mingjue was alone and he was bored. His work for the day was finished, it was too late to cram in another workout session so here he was, alone in his room, with the kitten he found somewhere in the woods.

At first Mingjue was just going to enjoy some tea on his own and then hopefully it would be late enough to get to bed. But then Daxia sat down on the pillow across the table from him with a soft meow. She was still sitting there, but with a small bowl of water in front of her and some food. And somehow, Mingjue had started talking to her. Telling her about his day, complaining about some stupid paperwork or about today’s training. Daxia always managed to meow back at him at the right moments, which made him feel understood. Gods, was he really that lonely?

He was in the middle of telling Daxia about how Huaisang had only decided to go visit Lotus Pier only so he wouldn’t have to go on a night hunt tonight when he heard the doors to his chambers open after a soft knock.

“Mingjue, my love, who are you talking to?” Xichen walked in slowly, looking around the room, looking for his beloved. When his eyes fell on Mingjue, sitting across Daxia, he could barely stop himself from laughing. 

Mingjue jumped up, scaring Daxia with his sudden movement. She crawled up his robes, into his arms where she felt safe and happy. 

“Were you having a conversation with Daxia?” Xichen asked, giggling softly. Daxia meowed, as if saying yes. What a traitor. 

“No! No I wasn’t talking to Daxia, that’s ridiculous Xichen!” Mingjue sputtered. “How did you get here, it’s late Xichen, you should be in bed already.”

Xichen smiled and came closer to give Mingjue a kiss on his cheek and Daxia one on her head. “I wanted to surprise you, I missed you.” Xichen said, “Who were you talking to, though, if not to Daxia?” Then his eyes went to the table where he saw Mingjue’s tea across from the bowl of water and the plate with Daxia’s food. “Ah, I see. You weren’t just having a conversation, you were having a tea party!”

Mingjue already knew Xichen wouldn’t drop this unless he gave in, so he did. “Okay, maybe I was talking to Daxia”, Mingjue grumbled, “but I swear, Xichen, if you tell anyone-”

“You’ll do what?” Xichen laughed, cocking his eyebrow, “You’re not very intimidating with a kitten in your arms” 

“Did you come here just to laugh at me, or are you actually going to keep me company?” Mingjue said, trying to still sound annoyed but he couldn’t. Not when Xichen was right there, eyes twinkling and a bright smile on his face. 

Xichen turned around, grabbed another cup for himself and sat down right where Daxia was sitting earlier. “You’re right, I’m sorry. How about I just join your tea party, the more the merrier, right?” 

Mingjue put Daxia down, who immediately crawled in Xichen’s lap, and sat down himself. He poured Xichen some tea and then grabbed his hand. “I missed you, too, Xichen” 

Based on something @angelwenning drew for me. Everyone go read more about Nielan and Daxia in Nori’s wonderful fic on ao3!

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also, if you feel inspired, 34+44 reminds me of wang dayin and li yan liang

this absolutely didn't go where i wanted it to go but hey it did finally get me to write again!! i hope you like it and thank you for sending a prompt!

34. Why are you wearing my sweater? “Because It smells like you” 44. “You’re an idiot” “but i’m your idiot”

It was his first day back at the station since the accident. He still didn’t feel 100% like his old self again, but he was getting there. Getting back to work, and being around his friends again should do the trick. He had barely passed through the gates before being forcefully tackled by Ma Qianli.

“Qianli, be careful! He only just recovered, we can’t send him back to the hospital this fast,” Huo Yan berated him before giving Li Yanliang a hug himself. “Glad to have you back, Liangzi.”

“Glad to be back,” Li Yanliang replied.

Almost the entire squad had come outside to greet him at the gate. They ushered him inside after Ma Qianli had taken over his bag. Inside the rest of the squad seemed to be waiting for him, with a small cake to celebrate his return. Greeting all of them, he realized one important person was missing. Wang Dayin was nowhere to be found.

Luo Jie sat down next to him at the table and patted him on the back. “Don’t ever do that again, okay?”

“Do what? Return to the station?” Li Yanliang joked and elbowed Luo Jie in the side with a fond smile.

“Get hurt like that,” Luo Jie said seriously, “It was quiet here without you… And I don’t think Dayin would ever forgive you.”

Li Yanliang swallowed thickly. Wang Dayin wouldn’t forgive him? What did that even mean… Before he could ask, though, Luo Jie had gotten up and walked away already. As if Wang Dayin’s absence hadn’t already spoiled the party for him a bit, this only made it worse.

They hadn’t seen each other for months. Only a few days after the accident his parents had him moved to a hospital in his hometown so they could take care of him and he had stayed in his hometown until a doctor had cleared him to get back to work. Very kind of his parents, but it had really sucked not being able to see his friends for all these months. Not seeing Wang Dayin for that time had been the absolute worst. Ever since they had joined the fire department, they had spent every single day together. Their relationship quickly going from best friends, to best friends with benefits to… something more. At the time of the accident they had only finally started to acknowledge their feelings for each other, so it really couldn’t have happened at a worse time.

His mood completely spoiled now, he thanked everyone for the warm welcome and made his way back to his room. He doesn’t know why he was surprised to find Wang Dayin there, they were roommates after all. He was sitting on his own bed, arms and legs crossed and he was frowning adorably. Li Yanliang wanted to kiss him. But he couldn’t, Wang Dayin was mad at him, that much was clear from the way he turned his back to the door as soon as he walked in.

Li Yanliang couldn’t help but notice that the bag of clothes he had brought was open on his bed, and Wang Dayin was wearing a very familiar looking sweater that was too big for his small frame. That brought a smile to his face, so he wasn’t that upset with him.

He decided to play along for a bit, he just quietly stepped into the room and started unpacking his stuff, putting his uniform out for the next day. Wang Dayin didn’t seem to like that, with an exasperated sigh he laid down on his bed and made a big deal about crossing his arms again.

“Are you mad at me, Dayin?”

“Yes,” Wang Dayin replied curtly.

“Then why are you wearing my sweater?”

“Because it’s the only thing in this stupid station that smells like you.”

Li Yanliang laughed, which made Wang Dayin turn over in his bed with a huff. “The only thing? Are you sure?”

“You weren’t here,” Wang Dayin murmured.

With a sad sigh, Li Yanliang turned around. There were tears in Wang Dayin’s eyes. “I’m here now,” he tried.

Wang Dayin just shook his head. “No you’re not,” he rubbed the mattress beside him absentmindedly, “and either way, it’s too late anyway.” He turned around again with a pout.

Once again Li Yanliang couldn’t help but laugh. This boy was such a brat. He pushed him forward roughly, so there would be more space in the bed, and then got himself comfortable beside Wang Dayin. With a slightly annoyed puff Wang Dayin pressed his back roughly against Li Yanliang’s chest and pulled his arm around his waist tightly.

Chest filled with a pleasant warmth, Li Yanliang felt the need to hide his happy smile against Wang Dayin’s back, even though the other boy couldn’t see him. Because of that he completely missed that Wang Dayin had raised his head so Li Yanliang could slide his arm under it, which resulted in a soft kick against his leg and an annoyed sigh.

“You have been gone too long,” Wang Dayin complained, “I have to do everything myself.” He turned around, pulling Li Yanliang’s arm underneath his head and forcefully wedging one of his legs between his friend’s. Then he wriggled down the bed a bit so he could press his face against Li Yanliang’s chest and sighed softly.

“Happy now?” Li Yanliang patted his head softly before carefully pressing a kiss to his forehead.

Wang Dayin nodded before pressing himself even closer. They laid in silence for a while. Li Yanliang couldn’t stop thinking about how this is what he had been missing so much for these past few months, how he finally felt whole again.

“I missed you, Dayin,” he confessed quietly. Wang Dayin mumbled something incoherent against his chest, which Li Yanliang decided to interpret as that he missed him too. “Why are you mad at me?”

Wang Dayin shook his head, pressing himself closer again. “Tell me, so I can make sure to never do it again.” Still nothing. Li Yanliang let his hand, that was softly rubbing Wang Dayin’s back, slowly slide lower and lower, until it was on his ass and then he jiggled it softly until it pulled a soft, annoyed giggle out of Wang Dayin.

“Stop it,” he complained after which he sighed deeply and looked up. “You left,” he murmured, “I came to the hospital and you were gone...” He swallowed thickly and the tears were back. “Nobody would tell me where you were, someone said you were rushed out in the morning and never returned. I thought you were dead…”

“You thought I died?” Li Yanliang asked. He couldn’t help but laugh a bit in disbelief. “I just had a broken leg, why would I die from that.”

“I don’t know! You had surgery for it, tons of things could’ve gone wrong,” Wang Dayin grumbled.

“It’s going to take a lot more than a broken leg for you to get rid of me!”

“You’re a jerk for leaving and getting hurt,” Wang Dayin muttered.

Li Yanliang laughed. “And you’re an idiot for thinking I died from a broken leg.”

“Your idiot, though.”

“Mn, my idiot,” Li Yanliang said before pressing a kiss to his lips.

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ooooohhh what about some nielan for prompt 48

48. “I can braid your hair for you…if you’d like.

Xichen was in Qinghe for a conference when the lockdown was announced. His flight home got cancelled and he would soon be kicked out of his hotel room. It was somewhat a blessing in disguise, as his only option now was to move in with his best friend, Mingjue, who lived in Qinghe. 

Usually, they met up every time either Xichen was in Qinghe or Mingjue in Gusu, but this time Mingjue was on a business trip himself until a few days before Xichen’s conference was over and their busy schedules just made it impossible to meet up. At least this way, they’d get to really catch up. It was a bit scary, having to move in with his best friend, and lifelong crush, just like that. But the lockdown wasn’t going to last very long, right?

Right… Three months later and Xichen was still stuck in Qinghe. Living together with Mingjue was nice though. They balanced each other nicely, knew each other well enough to know when to leave the other alone. There had been moments of tension, a few arguments, of course, but nothing that wasn’t solved a few hours later. Surprisingly, the hardest thing for Xichen was keeping his feelings in check. Well, his feelings and his hair. 

It was too often that Xichen had caught himself nearly confessing his love to his friend by accident. Often in moments that felt just a tad too domestic. When they were cooking together, for example. Xichen couldn’t even count the number of times he’d wanted to wrap his arms around Mingjue’s waist and press a kiss to the back of his neck while Mingjue was cooking. His hands often betrayed him in those moments, reaching for the other man’s waist. Only the soft hum Mingjue always made whenever it happened made Xichen realise what was happening, he usually played it off as wanting to move Mingjue aside to look at what they were cooking. Another time he almost expressed his romantic feelings towards his friend was when whenever either of them was having a hard time with the situation they were in. The last time was when Xichen had received a call from his little brother, only then realizing how much he missed him, how scary this entire situation was. Mingjue had taken him in his arms then, held him until he had calmed down and talked him through it. They had talked about how much they both missed their brothers, as Mingjue’s little brother had only moved out a few weeks ago and Mingjue was still adapting himself to life without his little brother around at all times. After that they had gone quiet, but Mingjue hadn’t let go of Xichen, clearly needing the embrace as much as Xichen did at that moment. It was when Xichen was looking up at his friend that the words nearly slipped from his lips. He hadn’t let more than his name escape before stopping himself. Hearing his name, Mingjue looked at him, too, smiled at him. The words were fighting to hard to escape Xichen’s mouth but he wouldn’t let them, too afraid of what it would mean if Mingjue didn’t feel the same. He had replaced them with a thank you. 

Xichen had started getting frustrated with himself after a while, Mingjue noticed soon enough. Xichen always played it off as being frustrated at the situation, or funnily enough, at his hair. Everyone knew Xichen liked keeping his hair short, he planned his hair appointments accordingly so his hair would never be long enough to hang in front of his eyes. But three months without cutting it meant his hair was long now, very long for his standards and it annoyed him. It was always obstructing his vision, tickling his face when he was trying to work, only adding to the stress he was already feeling. 

In his frustration and stress he had started pushing Mingjue away too,  throwing himself into his work, keeping his interactions with his friend as low as possible. It didn’t take Xichen long to break, though. The endless mails of everything that was going wrong in the company, the endless video calls with shareholders who always thought they knew better, the anxiety of not knowing how long this would last, not allowing himself a break… It got to him way faster than expected, though he shouldn’t have been surprised by it. 

It was in the middle of an online meeting with some of the most obnoxious shareholders. Their demands were ridiculous, their opinions even more ridiculous and their proposal made absolutely no sense. It didn’t help that Xichen’s mind kept wandering off to how much he missed talking to Mingjue. Xichen was triple annoyed, twice at himself and once at the shareholder who just kept talking and talking. Xichen just wanted to turn off his computer right now, grab some scissors, cut his hair off and then just… be with Mingjue. But he couldn’t, he couldn’t because he had to be a good businessman and smile and listen, he couldn’t because a choppy haircut would be worse than his hair hanging in his face, he couldn’t because he couldn’t be around Mingjue anymore without needing to confess. 

Xichen felt it all gnawing at his insides, becoming too much. Breathing was suddenly a bit more difficult and tears started to well up in his eyes. 

“Mister Zhang, I’m sorry but I’m currently not feeling very well, could we finish this another time? It is quite late.” Xichen apologised softly, pushing his hair out of his face for what felt like the millionth time that hour, trying not to show Mr. Zhang how horrible he felt exactly.

Mr. Zhang seemed to think it over for a moment before nodding. “You’re right, I will just send you the proposal and you could look it over when you feel better, Mister Lan” Xichen nodded, said his goodbyes and then closed the conversation and his laptop as soon as he could. He immediately felt worse, the tears were impossible to hold back anymore. He felt frustrated, angry, annoyed. He pulled his hair for a bit before pushing it back once again after which he slammed the table before pulling his legs up against his chest, embracing them tightly. 

It didn’t take long for a comforting hand to be placed on his back. Mingjue rubbed his back softly for a bit before making Xichen get up and sit on the bed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Mingjue asked softly. It only made Xichen feel worse, instead of words, a quite helpless sob left Xichen’s mouth. Mingjue just sighed, pushing a strand of hair that had fallen in Xichen’s eyes again to the side. 

“I can braid your hair for you…if you’d like.” Mingjue said. “It’s clearly not the only thing bothering you, but it might be the only thing I can help you with and it’s quite soothing to have someone play with your hair.” Xichen couldn’t help but smile a bit at that, and even though his anxiety told him not to, he couldn’t help but nod while wiping some of the tears away. 

Mingjue disappeared to the bathroom for a quick moment, before coming back with a brush and some hair ties. He sat down behind Xichen and immediately started brushing his hair softly. He took his time, brushing his hair with the brush first, then going through it with his fingers, massaging his scalp a bit and Xichen couldn’t help but relax a bit. The tears were still coming but his body didn’t feel as tense anymore. When he finally started braiding, his fingers were swift and confident, as if he did this every day, and Xichen couldn’t help but ask how he had learned. 

“Huaisang always liked to have his hair quite long”, Mingjue explained, “But sometimes he’d want it out of his face, and he would always force me to braid it for him. Made me do it so often I couldn’t help but learn all kinds of different braids.” He could hear the love and adoration Mingjue felt for his brother in his voice, which only made Xichen fall for him even more. Everything Mingjue did just made Xichen fall harder and harder. He had fallen so deep there was no way of getting out and still he kept falling and falling. The tension returned to his body when Xichen thought about his feelings again, the fear of losing his friend once again washing over him, right when Mingjue fastened the last braid with a hum. Immediately, Xichen felt like curling into himself again, but Mingjue noticed the small change and pulled his friend against his chest. 

“C’mere you”, he muttered, wrapping his strong arms around Xichen tightly. Xichen had no choice but to melt into the embrace. “Please stop pushing me away” Mingjue hid his face in Xichen’s hair as he said it. 

Mingjue was about to say something else but Xichen didn’t let him. “I don’t want to lose you”, it was barely a whimper but Xichen had said it. Mingjue tensed up behind him. 

“You could never lose me, Xichen. Why- What-” Mingjue stuttered, Xichen wiped some of his own tears away. “Xichen” Mingjue begged as Xichen freed himself from the embrace. 

Xichen swallowed thickly. “I love you” Even though not touching anymore, Xichen could still feel the way Mingjue’s entire body froze behind him. It was enough for Xichen get up and leave, he didn’t dare to look at Mingjue as he started moving towards the door. He didn’t make it far, though, before Mingjue grabbed his arm. 

“You love me?” Mingjue asked. Xichen just nodded, still too afraid to look at him. “As more than a friend?” Again, Xichen just nodded. It wasn’t until he heard Mingjue chuckle behind him softly, he dared to look over. His eyes were filled with tears but he was smiling brightly, his beautiful dimples on full display. Xichen’s heart jumped. Maybe he did feel the same.

“You love me.” Mingjue chuckled softly, pulling Xichen towards him. “I can’t believe I’m the luckiest man alive” He tucked Xichen tightly against his chest as he laughed. Xichen could feel his chest rumble as he laughed.

“Mingjue”, Xichen said, still a bit confused about his friend’s feelings even now. Mingjue just looked at him with a bright smile, a single tear slipping from his eye. 

“Xichen”, Mingjue replied, “My Xichen” He sighed deeply and pressed a firm kiss to Xichen’s forehead. “You don’t know how long I’ve been dreaming about you loving me back that way”

“So you love me?” Xichen asked. 

Mingjue nodded with a bright smile on his face. “Of course I do, Xichen, how could I not?” 

Xichen could feel his cheeks heating up, hiding his face against Mingjue’s chest in shame. The implication that Mingjue couldn’t find any reason why not to love Xichen just too much to bear, as there were so many. 

“Is that why you were pushing me away?” Mingjue asked, as if suddenly come to the realization. 

Xichen nodded and Mingjue sighed. “You have no idea how often I nearly confessed to you these past months, Mingjue. It only started to happen more often and I was so scared of saying it, and you not feeling the same and losing you” Xichen rambled. 

Mingjue softly caressed his cheek, which shut Xichen up immediately. “Mn, but I do feel the same, and now you definitely are never getting getting rid of me.” 

Xichen smiled and pressed a kiss to Mingjue’s cheek. “Good, I’d never want to anyway” 

Mingjue grinned. “Did I tell you already that the braids look really good on you? My best work, if I may say so myself”

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24. “that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.” for the writing prompts thing!

24. “that was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done.”

Mingjue was reckless sometimes, Xichen knew that. When he said he was going to infiltrate the Nightless City, Xichen had expected him to take his best men with him. The idea of going in like that with the other sects all far away battling outside, was already reckless enough. 

Xichen’s heart nearly stopped when he saw Zonghui and some of Mingjue’s most trusted and closest men on the battlefield. Why weren’t they with Mingjue? He knew he had to focus on the battle, but all he could think of where was Mingjue right now. He fought his way towards Zonghui until they were back to back. 

“Zonghui, where’s Mingjue?” he asked, kicking a Wen soldier back.

“You know where he is, Zewu-jun”, Zonghui replied. Anxiety like he had never felt before hit Xichen. Anxiety and anger.

“Why aren’t you with him, Zonghui?” He yelled, he didn’t want to sound angry but he couldn’t hide his feelings. Mingjue was in there, maybe even all alone. Xichen pushed the idea of losing Mingjue to the back of his head, he could not think of that now. It was Mingjue, Nie Mingjue, Chifeng-zun, he would make it out alive. 

“He wouldn’t let us”, Zonghui said, he sounded apologetic, maybe even guilty. “Wanted us on the battlefield, helping the other clans. He took a few volunteers, but wouldn’t let me come.” 

He was on a suicide mission and he knew it, Xichen realised, the volunteers Mingjue took probably knew it too. Putting Zonghui and the rest of his best men out here meant he wanted to give them the best chance of survival. Mingjue had told Xichen several times that if he was gone, at least as long as Zonghui and Xichen were around, Huaisang would be safe and taken care of. Xichen felt tears well up in his eyes but refused to let them fall. This wasn’t the time for it. 

He tried not to think of Mingjue, but still the only thing he could think of was getting closer to the gates, getting closer to where Mingjue was.

When he finally got inside, he thought he was too late. He saw the bodies of a handful of Nie disciples spread out on the floor, their throats cut. Mingjue himself, lifeless in the middle, his face was covered in blood. Someone was bending over him. 

“A-Yao”, Xichen said, it came out no more than a broken whisper, but the person hovering over Mingjue jumped up. 

“Zewu-jun”, he greeted, for once Xichen didn’t interrupt his bow. Too busy trying to find a sign of life in his beloved’s body. 

“Is he-” Xichen asked, unable to finish his sentence. “Please tell me he isn’t” His throat started to hurt from biting back tears. 

Meng Yao shook his head. “He’s just unconscious, he’s severely injured”

Xichen didn’t even give Meng Yao the time to finish his sentence, he flung himself toward Mingjue, pulling him into his lap. He felt so relieved seeing Mingjue’s chest rise and fall softly, he couldn’t hold back his his tears anymore. He quickly got himself back together, wiping away the tears before he put his full attention to the man in his lap. He was weak, very weak, but he was alive and that was all that mattered. 

“We need to get him out of here”, he told Meng Yao. “He needs medical attention.” Xichen pulled Mingjue higher up his lap and then looked up at Meng Yao who was still just standing there, looking at them. “Go get help, A-Yao, please. Tell them I sent you.” Meng Yao hesitated but nodded and left in a hurry. 

Meng Yao hadn’t been gone for long when Mingjue started to shift in Xichen’s arms. He grunted softly as he tried to move one of his arms. “Don’t move”, Xichen shushed him, “You’re hurt, help is on their way.” 

Mingjue slowly opened his eyes, and blinked slowly as he stared at the face hovering over his. “Xichen”, he mumbled, hand reaching out to his face, as if he needed to be sure he was really there. “Xichen”, he repeated, as if he was confirming it. Yes, I can touch him, Xichen is really here.

“This was, by far, the stupidest thing you’ve ever done, Mingjue” Xichen said, once again biting back the tears threatening to fall. 

“But it worked, right?” Mingjue said. “You’re here, alive, which means we must’ve defeated the Wen-dogs.” 

Xichen nodded, wiping away a tear that had escaped. “You could’ve died, I could have lost you” 

Mingjue opened his mouth to say something but closed it again soon after, instead taking Xichen’s hand that was on his chest in his. “I’m still here” 

“If you would’ve died, I would’ve brought you back to kill you myself” Xichen grumbled, which made Mingjue huff out a laugh.

“If I were to die at your hand, it means I deserved it” That’s when Xichen lost it, he couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He pulled Mingjue higher up in his arms, ignoring the soft pained grunt the other man let out at the sudden movement, and hid his head in his neck. 

 “Don’t you dare do anything like this ever again” He sobbed in his neck softly. 

“Xichen”, Mingjue said, he was crying too. His hand moving to Xichen’s head, trying to get him to look at him. Xichen refused.

“I try my best to keep you from qi deviating, and you still go and find another way to get yourself killed, you absolute fool” Xichen couldn’t stop himself from talking, and he couldn’t bear look at Mingjue while he was confessing his feelings like this. “What would I do without you, Mingjue? You are my love, my heart” He had wanted to confess so many times, but it never felt like it was the right time, it had taken him until now, the worst moment of all to confess, to realise that it would never be the right or perfect time. He couldn’t hold it back anymore. He put his heart out for Mingjue to take,  as if it didn’t belong to Mingjue already. 

“Xichen, please look at me” Mingjue begged, so Xichen did. Both of their faces were wet with tears. Mingjue wiped away Xichen’s before pressing their lips together.  “Never again, I promise, I’m sorry.” Xichen held onto Mingjue’s face tightly as he let out another sob at those words. “I love you, Xichen. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” Xichen whispered, pressing his forehead against Mingjue’s. “You’re still with me now, that’s all that matters. Now rest.”

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian - priest, 镇魂 | Guardian (TV 2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Shen Wei/Zhao Yunlan Characters: Shen Wei (Guardian), Zhao Yunlan Additional Tags: Misunderstandings, Alternate Universe - Roommates/Housemates, Roommates to lovers, Fluff, Bad Flirting Summary:

Zhao Yunlan moves around often for his job, because of this he prefers to choose short term leases but this isn’t easy to find. When he was moving to Dragon City, his friend recommended him an application that helps you find a cheap apartment with a roommate, lease time is however long you need it to be, perfect for Zhao Yunlan. Only one issue with this application, the communication with the company behind it isn’t great, and lots of mistakes tend to get made. What happens when Zhao Yunlan shows up at the doorstep of a professor who had no idea someone was about to move in with him?

[pangzi]

Nielan prompt 25? 👀👀

25. Why don’t you take a picture, it’ll last longer (slightly edited the prompt to fit the time)

Meditating was never something Mingjue was good at. He didn’t have enough patience for it, nor could he sit still long enough for it. Still, if it meant he could spend time with Xichen, he would ‘meditate’ any time. He is not sure if watching Xichen meditate counts as meditating, but it calms him so it works better than actually meditating.

Mingjue had been on edge all week. Huaisang had decided to be brattier than ever, some disciples didn’t seem to be able to remember anything they learned for longer than a few hours and he had more work than he had time for. Xichen’s letter that he was visiting soon, couldn’t have come at a better time. 

Not that Mingjue counted down the days until Xichen would arrive from that day, but he was waiting near the gates the day Xichen would arrive so he could greet him immediately. 

As usual, Mingjue felt a weight fall from his shoulders the second Xichen greeted him. If only he could have Xichen with him at all times, but Xichen has better things to do than spending time with Mingjue and Mingjue treasured every second of free time his dear friend decided to spend with him. 

“Were you waiting for me, dage?” Xichen asked, with a slight smirk as they made their way inside for tea.

Busted. Mingjue felt his face heat up. “You came all this way to see me, greeting you personally was the least I could do.” Mingjue explained. He couldn’t really say that he just couldn’t wait to see him. 

They sat down in his private chambers and had some tea together. After a bit of small talk they quieted down and just enjoyed their tea in silence. 

“You look tired”, Xichen said, his voice full of worry. “What is it keeping you up at night?”

Hopefully you, Mingjue wanted to say. Huaisang had once told him that if he had trouble sleeping, it meant someone was thinking of him. “Work”, Mingjue sighed instead. 

“Have you tried meditating again?” Xichen asked, as usual. “Other than calming your spirit, it gives your body some time to rest as well.” They both knew the answer to that, no. Mingjue never meditated without Xichen. He had tried it once and it had only made him frustrated. 

“We could try again later”, Xichen proposed. “You need to rest, Mingjue” Mingjue agreed with a sigh.

A bit later, Mingjue was sitting across from Xichen again. Mingjue had tried for a moment to meditate, but he couldn’t close his eyes when Xichen was sitting right there. If anyone understood why Xichen was number one on the list of most attractive cultivators, it was Mingjue. 

Xichen took his breath away every single time and Mingjue could never get tired of looking at him. So, as Xichen meditated, Mingjue took his time to admire the man in front of him. 

“Dage”, Mingjue suddenly heard Huaisang say from behind him, “maybe I should just paint Xichen-ge meditating for you, a painting last longer.” 

“Nie Huaisang”, Mingjue roared. The brat! Saying things like this right in front of Xichen himself. Mingjue was about to get to his feet to chase his brother out of the room, when he felt a hand on his arm. 

“Actually,” Xichen said, with a soft smile on his face. “Although I’m not opposed to Mingjue-xiong having a painting of me, I’d prefer it if you wouldn’t.” 

“Xichen?” Mingjue wasn’t sure what Xichen meant by this? Huaisang seemed just as confused.

“If you wish to look at me more, I’ll gladly come over more often.” There was a slight blush on Xichen’s cheeks. This was it for Mingjue, he was sure of it, he wasn’t going to die of qi deviation but from a heart attack. Lan Xichen would be the end of him.

“What if dage doesn’t just want to look at you, Xichen-ge?” Huaisang laughed and Mingjue had never wanted to kick his brother’s ass more. 

“Nie Huaisang, if you don’t get out now I-” Huaisang ran out, laughing, before Mingjue had even finished his sentence. Why did his brother have to be such a brat, he didn’t raise him like this!

The hand on his arm was still there and squeezed softly. “To answer your brother’s question. I would not mind it if Mingjue-xiong would want to do more than just look at me.” Mingjue doesn’t know when Xichen shifted closer, but Xichen’s knees were now touching his. Mingjue swallowed thickly, his heart beating so hard it felt like it could break his ribs any moment now. Xichen’s free hand came to cup Mingjue’s cheek. “As long as it keeps your attention on me.”

“Who else would I want to pay attention to like this”, Mingjue asked, his throat felt so dry he couldn’t believe words even came out of his mouth. Xichen smiled, his thumb softly rubbing over Mingjue’s cheek as he leaned closer. But then, with a devilish smirk, Xichen seemed to change his mind and leaned back again, dropping his hand on his lap again. Mingjue felt like he could cry, was Xichen just joking? 

“Ah, then I won’t need to find other ways to keep your attention on me?” Xichen asked, his eyes glittering mischievously. 

Why is Mingjue surrounded by brats! “What seems impossible today, could be possible tomorrow”, Mingjue said, with new found confidence. 

Xichen leans forward again with a grin, his hand teasingly moving higher up Mingjue’s arm. Mingjue takes a deep breath, it’s now or never. He has known Xichen long enough to know that he’s enjoying this way too much to just give in now and Mingjue has never been a patient man. 

He has waited so long for this, never expecting Xichen to ever give him any hope that he felt the same way. But now, Xichen was so close he could smell him, teasing him like this, it was enough for Mingjue to want to take the chance. He cupped Xichen’s face like Xichen had done to him just moments before, and pressed their lips together. Xichen’s hand on his arm immediately grabbed onto Mingjue’s robes tightly, pulling him closer. 

They didn’t let go of each other, even when they broke the kiss. “I don’t think I could ever lose interest in you, Xichen” Mingjue mumbled softly. “You’re the only one who has ever captured my interest and it will stay that way” 

Xichen smiled and pressed their lips together again softly. “You’re the only one for me, too”

[pangzi]

9 and 12 from the prompt list pls??

9. “oh, you’ve started stealing my socks now?” & 12. “how did you get in here?”

Mingjue had heard of the whole ‘stealing of clothing’ phenomenon. He had seen Wuxian walk around in more than enough of Wangji’s clothes to know it’s true. So when he started dating Lan Xichen he was prepared for it. 

It had started with just jackets and sweaters., every now and then a shirt to sleep in. Usually Mingjue was even the one to give them to Xichen, as he quickly learned he loved seeing Xichen in his clothes. Mingjue’s shirts and sweaters slightly too big on him. Xichen always made them look even more comfortable and warm than they were, with his sweater paws and the way he curled up in them. Slowly, Xichen stopped returning Mingjue’s clothing and claiming more and more. 

Then Xichen moved in and things started getting out of hand. Mingjue’s hoodies? Xichen’s. Mingjue’s shirts? Xichen’s. Mingjue’s pants? Xichen’s. Even his underwear. It took Mingjue a while to figure out exactly why the laundry was always 90 per cent his clothing and why he ran out of underwear so quickly. 

It was endearing to see how much Xichen liked wearing Mingjue’s clothing, but it was also quite frustrating to see you’ve ran out of underwear when you’re late for work. Or when you’re excited to wear something only to find out it’s in the laundry even though you’ve only worn it once since washing it and it wasn’t ready to be washed just yet. But he had learned to live with it, seeing Xichen drown in his clothes was just too nice to say anything about it. 

Today, however, Mingjue had no time for it. He had an important meeting with some Jin brat and he didn’t want to go there without his favourite sweater. He was sure he left it in the hallway this morning, so Xichen was most likely wearing it right now. The only problem was, Xichen was nowhere to be found. Mingjue had heard him rummage around in the bathroom and bedroom when he came home for lunch, but he hadn’t seen him yet and he really wanted to. 

Mingjue was annoyed. He had just wanted to come home, see his boyfriend, have lunch, wear his favourite sweater because it was cold today and then go to work again to get the stupid meeting over with. But instead he got hiccups that wouldn’t go away the second he walked into the building, then the elevator stopped working so he had to climb five flights of stairs, not that he’d mind any other day, and then his boyfriend and his favourite sweater were nowhere to be found. 

“Xichen”, he called out between two hiccups. No answer. “Xi-” hiccup. “Xichen?” He heard a faint giggle come from their bedroom. So with a sigh (and some hiccups) he walked there to see what his boyfriend was up to now.

“My love, are you in here?” Mingjue asked, walking into the bedroom. Once more, no answer. He sighed and decided to check the closet in here, just to be sure Xichen didn’t just put his sweater in the closet. When he opened the closet, though, his sweater wasn’t the only thing he found. He was greeted with arms full of boyfriend, tumbling from the upper part of their closet. 

“Surprise”, Xichen giggled, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s neck before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Took you long enough, I’ve been in there since you got home.” 

“How did you even get in here?” Mingjue grumbled, trying to get his heart to stop beating so fast. 

“Your arms you mean? Well, I fell”

Mingjue grumbled a bit and put Xichen’s feet on the ground, not letting go of his waist though. “I mean that part of the closet! And why where you in there in the first place?” 

“You had hiccups. Now you don’t. Uncle always said surprising someone was the best way to get hiccups to go away”, Xichen said, “and about how I got in there… I’m quite agile, you should know by now” 

Gods yes, does Mingjue know how agile Xichen is exactly… And Xichen was right about the hiccups too. They were gone, thank the gods! 

“Hm. Never do that again though, you could’ve hurt yourself”, Mingjue whispered, tugging his Xichen just a bit closer to him. 

“I knew you were going to catch me, my love.” Xichen said before pushing Mingjue away softly. “You have to eat now, or else you’ll be late for your meeting.”

“Hm. And I’ll also need my sweater back”, Mingjue said following Xichen to the kitchen, allowing his eyes to scan over his boyfriend’s boyfriend’s body. He would’ve just enjoyed the way Xichen looks in his sweater had his eyes not noticed something weird about Xichen’s socks… They weren’t Xichen’s at all. It were the Zootopia socks Huaisang had given Mingjue for his birthday.

“Oh, so you’ve started stealing my socks now, too?” Mingjue laughed, that was a first. His socks had been safe until now.  He saw Xichen’s ears turn red from where they peeked out from his hair, how adorable.