Droplets on your qin - naysaltysalmon - a 陈情令 | The Untamed fic - AO3
Words: 5,155
Genre: Adventure/Romance
Rating: M (light sex, abuse mention)
Pairing: NieLan
Characters: Lan Huan/Lan Xichen, Nie Mingjue
Relationships: mention of JGY, mention of 3zun
A/N: Happy Pride Month!! I've been remembering this NieLan fic I wrote for an exchange ages ago because I've been missing them. Despite NieLan being featured in almost every fic of mine that includes NMJ and LXC, I've only written about them exclusively this once. Maybe I'll have to change that!
In no time at all, once seated, Nie Mingjue waved down a server. Rice wine was placed before them. He poured himself a cup. “Who’d’ve thought, we could spend years fighting Wen dogs, and yet a rampaging boar turns us into hightailing fools?” Wry amusement crept into his voice. There was even a minute quirk of his lips as he tipped his head back, alcohol following.
Xichen smiled at that. Now that they were alone, with no hopes of going back to Qinghe or Gusu for at least another day, surrounded by strangers who cared little for their reputation or propriety, they had no reason to cling to distant pleasantry around each other.
“I am glad we were able to mitigate the loss of more life,” Xichen said. He paused. “And that I was able to see to the end of it with you, Mingjue-xiong.”
Mingjue grinned at him. “Xichen, currently, we are nowhere near Gusu and its many rules. Would you care to share a drink with me?”
“Oh, no, I shouldn’t.” Xichen’s refusal was automatic.
“We just had a great victory,” Mingjue said. “The carcass of that accursed boar, once the rot melts from its flesh, can feed tens of locals for months should they dare to drag it from its resting place in the forest. Surely, you can spare a moment for celebration.”
It would be rude to refuse his oldest friend in this gesture of goodwill. Besides, Xichen felt he would be passing up a great chance. “Since Mingjue-xiong puts it so enticingly, I accept—but only one drink.”
“Of course,” Nie Mingjue said. He passed a cup to Xichen and filled it to the brim. “Ganbei!”
“Ganbei,” Xichen called. He downed the entire cup.
A bowl of dark noodle broth, steamed bok choy, and four drinks later, Xichen was laughing loudly at the man next to him, hand to his face, fifth drink in hand.
It’s been a long time since Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue were able to catch up. They make the most of their time while they can.
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