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wangxianficfinder · 11 months

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In the mood for...

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1. itmf a fic where lan zhan interacts with wei ying’s mom. ty!!

Cartwheels In Cloud Recesses Series by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 23k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, CSSR and WCZ Live, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans)

💖 Magical Marriage Ribbons Series by starandrea (Varies, 1m, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Accidental Marriage, Fluff, Happy Ending, Telepathic bond, Kink Negotiation, Family Drama, Magical Pregnancy, Dual Cultivation, Shapeshifters, Modern with Magic, Immortality, Yilling Wei Sect) the later part of the Magical Marriage Ribbon series

the world will follow after by dottie_dramas (dottie_wan_kenobi) (E, 8k, wangxian, CSSR/WCZ, modern, humor, smut, love at first sight, CSSR & WCZX live, meet the family, genderqueer WWX, shotgun wedding, fast burn, fluff) and the second part of the world will follow after series

in case of fire, break glass by Jenrose (T, 65k, WangXian, Time Travel, Established Relationship, Hurt/comfort, Everyone loves/nobody dies)

Wújī by FairyTaleDreams (M, 50k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WCZ & CS Lives, Rouge cultivator WWX)

From the Warm Sun by sunshine_sparrow (T, 58k, WangXian, CSSR & WWX, CSSR & LQR, Discussion of Rape, Period-Typical Sexism, Mostly CQL but probably some MDZS too, CSSR Lives, Madam Lán Lives, Qingheng-jun lives, But WCZ Still Dies, Fix-It, Happy Ending, All Soft and Very Little Angst, the wens live, Yīn Iron, Good Person MY, Good Person LQR)

mother of mothers by SpeedingCheetah (T, 11k, wangxian, CSSR & WWX, canon divergence, fairytale elements, implied/referenced self-harm, implied/referenced character death, BSSR is WWX’s grandparent, LWJ pov, LWJ centric, WWX centric, trans WWX, curses, curse breaking, LWJ’s grief & unresolved feelings about his mother, triggers in notes)

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2. Hi, I have no idea if this even exists but do you know of any fics involving a time loop/groundhog day kinda situation?

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy)

the cycle of regret by KouriArashi (T, 14k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Fix-It, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Canon)

see you yesterday by glyphic (M, 138k, WIP, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Ghost Hunters, Time Loop, Case Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Memory Loss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Slow Burn) it's incomplete, but glyphic's 'see you yesterday' is an AMAZING russian doll/time loop AU

A Necessary Evil by GravityWinsAgain (M, 8k, Wangxian, Major Character Death, time travel, hurt/comfort but mostly hurt, I’m not going to lie this is all angst, not a happy ending) we only see one iteration of the loop, but it's definitely a loop

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3. Hi, I'm looking for fics that give Wei Wuxian a good childhood, time travel fix it or just retelling, either with the Jiangs or adopted by another major sect

Do you know any you can recommend? @forestandstardust

Hope Series by RoseThorne (G/T, WangXian, Transmigration, Time Travel Fix-It, Memory Loss, Angst, Sharing a Bed, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Good Parent YZY, Referenced Sexual Slavery, Sexual Tension, Arranged Marriage, POV Alternating, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Good Parent LQR, Butterfly Effect, Kid Fic, Epistolary, Cultivation Sect Politics)

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4. for itmf, could i ask for ppl's time travel recs, specifically where:

A) other characters travel than wangxian (even OC if there's a fic like that)

B) its "a glimpse of future happiness" type of deal rather than erasing the timeline (basically time travel to the future or characters temporarily going to the past) - i would love if it leads to actual written payoff in the new timeline <3

thank you! @danmeiireader

4A)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing)

Lynchpin by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 103k, WangXian, ChengQing, Time Travel, Fix-It)

i told you when i came i was a stranger by Caramelized (M, 70k, LXC / OFC, minor wangxian, canon divergence, Isekai, transmigration, fix-it, Butterfly effect, sunshot campaign, not everyone dies au, no golden core transfer, dimension travel, self-insert, angst w happy ending)

With Surgical Precision by metisket (T, 20k, WQ & WN, WQ & WWX, WangXian, Time Travel, Families of Choice, sibling bonding through murder, Z chirurgiczną precyzją (podfik) by tehanu, [PODFIC] With Surgical Precision by Gwogobo, With Surgical Precision [PODFIC] by Opalsong)

4B)

A Wedding For The Ages by pupeez4eva (Not rated, 6k, wangxian, time travel, humor, everyone lives au)

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5. hii for the next itmf do you know any fics where wwx disappears for some time and then comes back kinda changed and everyone is shocked? pls wangxian and preferably modern au

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6. Hi!! Do you guys know any fics that are alternative takes to the scene in the untamed where WWX drinks the wine for LWJ?? or anything that expands on that scene, really?? Many thanks!!

At the bottom of the bottle, you're the poison in the wine by KatAnni (T, 11k, WangXian, Fainting, Angst, Poisoning, Golden Core Reveal, Fix-It, Hurt/Comfort, POV Multiple, Attempted Murder, hinted Chengqing, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence)

every breath that comes before by tardigradeschool (T, 10k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Poison, Golden Core Reveal, Sharing a Bed, Hair Brushing, very very background 3zun, Angst with a Happy Ending, PTSD)

Blackouts by GravityWinsAgain (M, 11k, wangxian, modern, date rape drugs/roofies, but nothing bad happens, JZxun & SS & WC being assholes, hurt/comfort, Mojo’s post) starts with a modern au of that scene

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7. do u know of any fanfictions where the avatar movie crossed with mdzs? The one with the na'vi in it. @chrystalstitch

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8. Are there any protective wen Ning fics? Wn protective for wwx

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9. Itmf a)scholar wwx fics

b) lxc bashing

9A)

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 644k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

Truths Laid Bare For All by Preludian_Staves (T, 42k, wangxian, arranged marriage, not Jiang friendly, truth serum, love confessions, golden core reveal, implied referenced abuse, getting to know each other, genius WWX, falling in love, courting, WIP (hiatus))

In Walls of Glass by Comfect (T, 43k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, XiCheng, Good Uncle LQR, Teacher LQR, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Fix-It, Butterfly Effect, JC friendly, Family Feels, Cultivation Theory, POV LQR, Seriously the only WWX Bashing is in the first chapter or so and is canonical in LQR's head, Initial WWX Bashing, Eventual WWX Appreciation, JC appreciation)

🧡 One Can Keep A Secret (If He Does Not Know It's There) by H_Belle (T, 5k, WangXian, Modern Cultivators, Inventor WWX, Secret Identity, Identity Reveal, YLLZ WWX, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Pining LWJ, POV WWX, Background Wangxian Getting Together, Jiangs are only mentioned in the passing, inspired by a tumblr post)

To Respect a Scholar by FlautistsandPeonies (G, 5k, wangxian, LQR & WWX, WWX's canon genius, not JC friendly, author WWX)

Lessons relearned by Iamnotawriter (T, 44k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Not Madam Yu Friendly, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Inventor WWX, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, No Golden Core Transfer, YZY Bashing) (link in #4A)

the roots in my heart (also grow in yours) by halfdemonvash (M, 16k, WangXian, Modern AU, Plants, Botanist WWX, Botanist LWJ, the burial mounds are a greenhouse, Fluff, Mild Smut, WWX POV, Getting Together, Falling In Love, Sexual Content)

🧡 i really want to know (who are you) by Stratisphyre (M, 19k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Golden Core Reveal, Single Dad WWX, Reasonable Authority Figure LQR, Allusions to violence and murder, Hospitalization)

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10. Hello! Thank you so much for all you do - your posts bring me joy. 🥰 For the next ITMF post, any fics where WWX or LWJ (or both) are circus performers? Thank you! @youhideastar

Flying High and Falling Hard by UseMyMuse (E, wangxian, circus au, silk aerialist WWX, ring master LWJ)

🧡 Faire thee well by Scrippio (T, 77k, WangXian, ChengQing, XuanLi, 3Zun, Modern AU, Renaissance Faire, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Slow Burn) They don't work at the circus, but they do work at the renaissance faire, and I think there's some overlap

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11. Hello! I dont know if I should label this as fic finder or ITMF or maybe both.

its a fic where lwj and lxc compete for wwx's heart. i know that ive read one like this but i cant find it anymore [its a series where wwx died right, then when he came back, lxc said to lwj that if wwx chose him before, lxc will stand beside him (talking about the siege)] but i also want to read some fics like this. Added also to FF ~Mod L

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12. Hello, I want to request some fics for the next ITMF. Is there fics where everyone (the jiangs or whoever his family/friends is) is being overprotective over a naive, oblivious and spoiled wei ying that they regarded lan zhan as a thief who wants to steal away and defile wy? Thanks you in advance ppl ♡

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13. Hey! Thanks for all you do! I was wondering if you know of any really good CSSR-centric fics for the next ITMF post. Thank you in advance!

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14. Hi! For the intmf, do you have any recs for where wangxian gets together early like during the Cloud Recesses Arc? Preferably WWX's POV, and the relationship is mostly kept as a secret. But I don't mind them being shameless abt it either lol.

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15. ITMF where Lan Wangji is cradling his husband Wei Wuxian's unconscious body @yupkook

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, wangxian)

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16. ITMF the lans found out about the whip marks at the back of wwx. It can be jiang bashing, good lans, anything like lans rescued wwx / give him sanctuary or any.

💙 Holding shreds by barisan (T, 5k, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, No Sunshot Campaign, Body Swap, Not for sexy shenanigans, Chronic Pain, Hurt WWX, Hurt LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Abusive YZY, Bad Parent YZY, Bad Parent JFM, Good Uncle LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Inaccuracies, POV WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Jiāng Family Bashing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Getting Together, Smart WWX)

Warming up (to him) by barisan (T, 9k, LQR & WWX, WangXian, Hypothermia, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Temporary Character Death, Medical Inaccuracies, YZY Abuses WWX, JFM Bashing, pre-wangxian, Good Uncle LQR, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort) this one and "Holding shreds" from the same author, but they are both locked

What If..... Jiang Cheng Understood? by ToxicAngel13 (M, 45k, WIP, WangXian, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, WangXian Get Married in the Cold Springs Cave, Protective JC, Confused WWX, Angry LWJ, Fix-It of Sorts, Good Uncle LQR, Implied/Referenced Child Abus, ePOV LQR, YZY Bashing, POV JFM, Not JFM Friendly, Hurt/Comfort,Protective NHS) Just caught up on this last night, so good timing!

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17. are there any wangxian fics where post canon (any time period is fine really) where they find out wwx and lwj are actually blood related? @sentientcongee

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eleanorfenyxwrites · 3 years

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All Dreams Were Worth Keeping

Part 9 - NSFW (just at the beginning)

[Masterpost][Ao3]

(@forestandstardust, @omgpurplefattie, and @threephasebird all expressed interest in seeing this chapter (out of my four active wips) first/soon so here it is! Thanks for giving me the motivation to write 6600 more words in a day, y'all <3 This one's for all three of you lol)

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By the time they make it to bed, Lan Xichen is feeling wonderfully boneless. It’s not an entirely new sensation, he’s found a few casual (trusted) partners in the past to help him scratch this particular itch, but he’s never been brought to this point so quickly, and certainly never solely from letting his partner fuck his mouth a bit. He’s typically a bit of a harder nut to crack, but of course Meng Yao would prove himself to be special in this as well.

Lan Xichen barely even has to think at all as Meng Yao gives him clear, concise instructions to follow and plenty of praises every time he successfully does so. He can still taste Meng Yao’s come on his tongue as he’s laid out on his stomach in a jumble of blankets and pillows to be fucked hard and slow, first with Meng Yao’s clever fingers and then his tongue and then, mercifully, his cock. Lan Xichen stays loose-limbed and relaxed as per Meng Yao’s instructions, the man’s hands on his back both holding him down as well as letting Meng Yao have the proper leverage to lean down and fuck him as deeply as possible until Lan Xichen is an absolute disaster underneath him, moaning and rolling his hips automatically to seek out some friction on his erection and meet Meng Yao’s precise thrusts.

And precise means precise. There’s not a single wasted movement, no hesitation, no rearranging, no clumsiness. There’s just the too-warm bed, Lan Xichen sprawled out on it, and Meng Yao above him to drive into him over and over again with unbelievable accuracy and control. It really shouldn’t be as hot as it is, but then again Lan Xichen has never once pretended like competence - in any area - doesn’t turn him on. (The sheer number of times he’d thrown himself at Nie Mingjue back when he’d been a leather craftsman for the Nie brand - back before his father’s death - and Lan Xichen had been able to watch him work his very hands-on trade was..not embarrassing, because he has never been embarrassed about how desperately he wants his lover, but it had certainly been Something.)

He comes pretty much untouched for the second time that night thinking about Nie Mingjue’s skilled, strong hands on him while Meng Yao slams home inside him again, his nails biting into his skin probably hard enough to break through in places, and if not then certainly hard enough to bruise. It doesn’t take long after that before Meng Yao is chasing his own second orgasm, thrusts growing erratic and slightly more uncoordinated now that he doesn’t have to worry about giving Lan Xichen anything in particular and can just work on himself.

He’s not entirely sure how long they stay there like that, Meng Yao massaging his back now and rolling his hips slightly until he finally pulls out and gently shushes Lan Xichen’s little protesting whine. “I’m right here,” Meng Yao murmurs and then he lays himself out on top of him and even with the rather significant difference in their height and general builds Lan Xichen melts instantly, feeling pleasantly surrounded. He closes his eyes with a soft hum and settles into the easy comfort of it, being weighed down by Meng Yao so small and warm on top of him. He’s the perfect weight to lay on him fully to make him feel grounded - honestly Lan Xichen is pretty sure he could sleep through the night just like this, without even bothering to clean up or talk or anything else at all.

He closes his eyes and drifts a little with that desire in mind, riding out the hazy, fluffy sort of feeling that’s replaced most of his thoughts. Meng Yao’s mouth is warm and just the right amount of wet as he mouths idly at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, no doubt leaving a nice dark bruise (or two, or three) on his skin, and Lan Xichen is utterly content.

“You’re so sweet,” Meng Yao eventually murmurs. Lan Xichen rouses enough to pay attention of course, but he doesn’t feel up to moving or trying to get his lips to form coherent words so he just listens - both to the quiet, slightly wet brushing of Meng Yao’s lips against his skin and to the praises he murmurs between those luxurious kisses. “Beautiful. And so..responsive. Mm. Between you and Mingjue I’m going to get too spoiled to ever want anyone else.”

Lan Xichen manages to muster enough energy then to hum an enthusiastic agreement to that. That’s good. He doesn’t want Meng Yao to be anything but spoiled rotten, and if letting the man put him on his knees and fuck him utterly senseless is what can accomplish that then that’s a wonderfully efficient way to keep everyone happy.

“Hm? You like that, do you? Interesting. Well you’d better be prepared to keep giving me what I want, then. And I’m a lot more demanding than Mingjue.”

Lan Xichen’s breath hitches in his throat and a moan slips out on the exhale. Demanding. He knows that most people probably wouldn’t like the sound of that (certainly Meng Yao seems to be expecting him not to like it), but Lan Xichen has never concerned himself too much with what other people think or do, not unless absolutely necessary. He speaks in a way that most people find uncomfortable or clunky partially because he was raised that way but also because he likes it. He dresses well but he doesn’t concern himself too much with what’s fashionable or not. He has (had, now) an open relationship with Nie Mingjue despite criticisms of the practice, and thanks to that he is now happily dating two incredible men. He pursued an obscure branch of music research because it interested him and he’s found a way to turn it into his livelihood...

And now he hears the word ‘demanding’ on Meng Yao’s lips as if it’s supposed to be a self-criticism and between one second and the next he’s craving it so urgently his mouth goes dry.

“Xichen?”

“ ‘Demanding’ is excellent,” Lan Xichen forces himself to say, his voice thoroughly wrecked. “A-Yao may demand anything he wishes of me.”

“Oh? Right now, you mean?”

“Any time. Always. A-Yao may choose at any moment to demand anything of me and I will do my best to provide.”

Lan Xichen is awake enough again by now to feel the way Meng Yao’s breath stutters against the nape of his neck, to take note of the way his next kiss is hard enough for Lan Xichen to feel the slight scrape of his teeth against the knob at the top of his spine.

“Are you still hard?”

Lan Xichen has to shift his hips to make sure he can actually locate them to check (his brain might still mostly be offline, he can’t be blamed for that) but when he presses down into the sheets rumpled underneath him he has absolutely no trouble realizing that the answer is a breathless, “Yes.”

“So perfect, gege,” Meng Yao purrs right in his ear, lips brushing against the very edge of it. “Mingjue has given me the best toy to play with.”

Lan Xichen manages a weak, slightly strained huff of breath that passes for a chuckle as Meng Yao kisses his neck again with conviction and then shifts off of him to help him turn over, which Lan Xichen attempts to do on his own but he’s surprised to find that his joints all feel like water and his muscles like lead. Nie Mingjue has told him in the past that sleeping with Meng Yao is all manner of wonderful things, and while of course he hadn’t not believed him, it’s only in this moment that he’s beginning to realize that even Nie Mingue’s effusive praises may have fallen short of how incredible it actually is to be the focus of all that skill and attention.

“How are you feeling?” Meng Yao asks as he slides on top of him again to straddle his hips and Lan Xichen arches with a little gasp when his (so perfect, so holdable) ass rubs against his over-sensitive erection.

“Marry me,” slips out of his lips before he can even think and though a flash of fear follows hot on the heels of the realization of what he’d said, he’s instantly rewarded with a bright peal of laughter that has him staring up at Meng Yao with stars in his glassy eyes and a new life goal taking root in his heart to always find new ways to make Meng Yao laugh like that.

“You’re ridiculous,” Meng Yao says fondly but Lan Xichen barely hears it, he’s far too busy staring at the dimples in his cheeks and the way the warmth of his gaze is bright with equal parts amusement and affection. “Xichen!” he calls after a long moment of staring at each other, his lips stretching with a slow widening of his smile that steals Lan Xichen’s breath right out of his lungs.

“Mhm?”

“You didn’t answer me. Are you alright?”

“Mhmm...Lovely. Wonderful,” he breathes after finding coherent words with an effort. Meng Yao rewards him with a roll of his hips and his back arches again as he lets out a breathless ‘ah!’ that makes Meng Yao chuckle and run a soothing hand up and down the center of his chest a few times.

“Good. I have a proposition for you.”

“Mm?”

“You lie here just like this, and I will do whatever I want with you.”

“Mm. Genius, A-Yao. My A-Yao is so smart.”

Meng Yao chuckles again with a shake of his head as he leans down, stopping his playful tutting quickly once in position to press a slow, hazy kiss to his lips that he drags out until Lan Xichen’s mind goes pleasantly blank again and his hands are clenched tightly around Meng Yao’s hips to hold him down so he can grind up against him with clumsy, desperate rolls of his hips. And Meng Yao isn’t merciful enough to stop kissing him once he starts on the next round, rather he seems to be doing his best not to break away for even a second as he rides him long and slow and Lan Xichen can’t help but feel, once again, that if he’s going to die of pleasure and happiness this is the best way he could hope for.

In the end, it takes another three orgasms - making it five total for the night - before Meng Yao is satisfied and Lan Xichen finally can’t go on any longer (at least not without taking a longer break than they have the time or energy for this late at night). It’s possible that if they were doing this throughout the day he could find the wherewithal to keep going, but for now what they have already accomplished will have to do.

They clean up as lazily as possible while still being comfortable enough to sleep and then settle in and tonight, thankfully, there’s no talk at all about anyone having to leave, or any sneaking out of bed once the other is asleep. Instead Meng Yao curls up in his arms with a pleased hum that Lan Xichen returns with one of his own, and they fall asleep within moments of each other, Lan Xichen’s lips still pressed gently to Meng Yao’s forehead where he’s cradling the smaller man against his chest and side.

When Lan Xichen wakes naturally a minute or two after five the next morning, Meng Yao is still snug in his arms, and just like the previous morning he can’t see Meng Yao sweet and warm in his arms and not kiss him. He takes his time pulling him in closer to tuck himself around his smaller frame so he can nuzzle barely-there kisses into his forehead and both cheeks. His skin soft and pleasantly warm with sleep (a much gentler heat than the furnace that is Nie Mingjue), and Lan Xichen could happily stay right there for the rest of forever. The only thing missing is Nie Mingjue to make the picture complete of course, but that could easily be remedied and then they’d never have to move again. It’s a brilliant plan, and one he would very much like to test out someday.

But unfortunately the world is not perfect and Lan Xichen is a creature of long-held habits, and so he only allows himself roughly ten minutes or so of holding Meng Yao and doing his best not to wake him before he reluctantly slides out of bed to go through his usual morning routine in the same order that he does it every day.

He’s just finishing his quick round of post-meditation stretches to get warmed up for the day a little over an hour later when he’s startled by Meng Yao’s alarm, loud and unpleasant in the quiet stillness of the morning. He wrinkles his nose ever so slightly in distaste even as Meng Yao rolls over with a groan to slap the clock until it quiets again.

There’s some vague mumbling from Meng Yao’s direction interrupted by a pause before he speaks unintelligibly again, though it quickly solidifies into a small, far too tentative, “Xichen?” that wrenches at his heart.

“A-Yao,” he replies as he breaks out of his stretch and rolls to his feet in one smooth motion to slip back into the bed. “You are awake earlier than yesterday,” he murmurs as he tucks himself around Meng Yao to cradle him to his chest.

“Mingjue and I go in later on Mondays than the rest of the week. Where did you go?” The question comes out somewhat accusatory but of course Lan Xichen isn’t fazed by it at all, nor does he blame Meng Yao for being at least mildly upset to find himself waking alone after everything they’d done the night before.

“Not far, I swear to you. I used your restroom, took a short shower, and I have been doing my meditation right here next to the bed since,” he soothes as he runs his hand up and down Meng Yao’s back slowly. “I had planned to wake you with kisses and coffee soon, I apologize you were awoken by your terrible alarm instead.”

There’s a bit more incoherent grumbling as Meng Yao burrows further down under the blankets and winds up with his face pressed under his arm. Not necessarily Lan Xichen’s personal first choice of location, but he smiles softly anyway and shifts enough to allow him to get as close as he wants and to lift his hand to start running it through the wild birds’ nest of his hair. How Nie Mingjue managed to find the strength yesterday morning to let Meng Yao get up and get ready for the day when he’s soft and sweet and a little grumpy like this is beyond him - Lan Xichen doesn’t ever want to let go.

Of course he has to eventually, but he’s at least gratified to see that Meng Yao looks thoroughly disgruntled by the idea of separating - a sentiment with which Lan Xichen is in full agreement. He offers him a few kisses in consolation before he retreats to the kitchen to start making him coffee as he hears the shower squeak on a few moments later.

It becomes clear over the course of the morning that Meng Yao is very much not a morning person, which Lan Xichen finds unfairly adorable. He’s sure that’s probably strange, but he can’t help it. Meng Yao is glaring at the world like it has personally offended him in every way until his eyes land on Lan Xichen, at which point he looks slightly mollified, like Lan Xichen’s presence is able to make up for the injustices of the world that have conspired to force him awake at such an hour. Even dressed and ready for the day he looks ready to crawl right back into bed, and it’s a good thing they both want to see Nie Mingjue or else Lan Xichen might drag him back there himself for a little while longer. (For all that he diligently keeps to his personal schedule, he’s not much of a fan of keeping a schedule others set for him, including work schedules, even when they don’t affect him in any way except to deprive him of his boyfriends.)

Halfway through his second cup of coffee and a basic breakfast, though, Meng Yao begins to look more alert and Lan Xichen even finally gets a smile out of him - just a small one - when he knocks their feet together under the dining table with a warm, bright smile of his own.

“You’re too...happy for this time of day,” Meng Yao grumbles and Lan Xichen huffs out a breath of a laugh. “How has Mingjue not converted you to getting up at a more sensible time?”

“He has tried valiantly but it has proven to be a habit I do not wish to break and so am unable to do so,” Lan Xichen replies with a shrug and a smile. “I enjoy it, it suits my lifestyle and temperament, and I am quiet enough that I do not disturb those I care about who prefer to sleep. I see nothing wrong with maintaining the habit.”

Meng Yao hums at that into the depths of his mug as he drains the rest of it in a few long gulps but Lan Xichen intercepts him when he stands to refill it, snagging the cup from his hands and soothing him with a kiss to the top of his head before he retreats to rinse it out and refill it with water instead.

“Xichen, this isn’t caffeinated,” Meng Yao states, looking utterly betrayed as he studies the contents of the mug with a pout.

“Mm, I know. You need to hydrate,” he replies implacably as he returns to the table to accept Meng Yao’s truly impressive pout head on. He would like to think that it’s something of an accomplishment that he manages to smile at him through it instead of caving in immediately.

“I don’t want to hydrate, I want to caffeinate.”

“Then I shall be happy to bring you coffee later this morning as an excuse to come and see you.”

Whatever Meng Yao was going to say next is cut off at the knees by the flash of surprise in his eyes, and after a moment he squints a little suspiciously even as he raises his mug to his lips to take a sip of his water.

“I’m not nice at work,” he says as he lowers the mug again, his tone wary.

“Yes, so I have noticed.”

“So why would you want to come see me?”

“For the same reason I enjoy sitting in Mingjue’s office to watch him while he paces and successfully intimidates most anyone with a foolish request to ask of him.”

Meng Yao’s eyes go a bit distant and a smirk threatens at the corner of his lips, the faintest shadow of a dimple darkening his cheek. “Mm. Okay, point made, that’s a very good look on him.” His gaze goes shrewd then and Lan Xichen meets it easily, still smiling ever so slightly mostly because he just can’t help it - Meng Yao makes him smile and he doesn’t see a need to suppress that, especially when they’re in private. “You like us mean, then? Both of us?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

“Must I have a reason?” Lan Xichen asks curiously with a little tilt of his head. “Is it not enough to know what I enjoy, and to then find excuses to actively seek it out?”

“I guess,” Meng Yao mutters ungraciously - really, he’s an entirely different person at this time of day but Lan Xichen is unsurprised to find that he adores this version of Meng Yao as well. “Fine, I’ll drink the water and you can bring me a very large coffee later.”

“I shall be quite happy to.”

“By the way..about what you said last night...” Meng Yao hedges, uncharacteristically shy all the sudden in a way that makes Lan Xichen sit up a little straighter, pay even more attention to the man in front of him (which he wouldn’t have previously thought possible).

“Yes?”

“Did you mean it?”

“I said many things last night, and I assure you I meant them all as I do not say things I do not mean, but may I know what you are thinking of in particular?”

“That I can be...demanding. Whenever, not just when you’re subbing for me.”

“Oh. Yes, of course. I would quite like it if you could feel comfortable enough to ask me for things.”

“Comfortable?”

“Mm.”

“Explain.”

“Alright,” Lan Xichen agrees with a considering hum. He links his hands together on the table and thinks hard about the best way to phrase what it is he wants to say. Meng Yao is patient across from him, just slowly sipping at his water and fiddling with the handle of his fork resting on his empty plate as he waits for the answer Lan Xichen is clearly working towards. “From both Mingjue’s previous praises and my own observations of you, I have come to understand that you are an extremely capable and skilled individual in anything you set your hands on. Such incredible competence is, I am sure, the result of years of hard work and dedication and, if I am not mistaken, a great deal of independence, whether you have wished for that independence or not. You are a remarkable man - and of course I hope you see that in yourself though I am also pleased and prepared to inform you of it as often as necessary as you are constantly astonishing me. But such independence can be a double-edged blade, and I worry that it has also made you feel that you cannot rely on others, and so must accomplish everything yourself. If you are comfortable enough with me to ask me for things you could just as easily do for yourself - if you demand them of me and give me a chance to do them and in doing so spoil you as I believe you deserve - I will consider it a declaration of trust and comfort with my presence, and I will be even more eager to give you what you wish for as long as it is within my power, no matter what it is or how you ask it of me.”

Lan Xichen watches Meng Yao blink long and slow, his expression entirely blank but for a slightly manic light in his eyes that Lan Xichen is choosing to interpret as something in the family of ‘lust’ until proven otherwise. (Perhaps ‘intense desire’ is a more polite way to phrase it, but he doesn’t really enjoy splitting hairs. Better to call a spade a spade.)

“How do you...exist?” Meng Yao finally asks, sounding dazed, and Lan Xichen positively beams. He loves Nie Mingjue with every piece of himself that exists, but he can’t deny that there’s something novel and wonderful in being appreciated by someone who is still learning him as much as the reverse is true. It’s exhilarating to get to know Meng Yao - and to be able to do it without any true awkwardness or any need to pretend that they’re not physically interested in each other as well. And to be able to do it while keeping Nie Mingjue as a partner in both of their lives as well? Truly, Lan Xichen can’t imagine anything he could want more now that he has it.

“I would be perfectly happy to explain the mechanics of it for you at a later date, though I believe I can personally testify that you have a firm grasp of them already even if your methods do not result in any..existences.”

That earns him another long blink and then Meng Yao is laughing like he had last night, bright and happy, though it’s cut unfortunately short as he gives himself a little shake. “A sex joke. He makes a heterosexual sex joke over breakfast at 7 in the morning,” he mutters into his water and Lan Xichen clears his throat delicately to add,

“Technically speaking you have finished your breakfast and we are now simply waiting for it to be time to leave.”

“Oh my god Xichen be quiet and make out with me on the couch.”

“Mm, with pleasure,” he replies warmly, earning himself an affectionate eye-roll, but in the end it leads to an extended repeat of the way they’d spent their extra time the previous morning as well, so he certainly isn’t going to complain.

----

They arrive at the office on time, because Lan Xichen and Meng Yao are both very responsible adults. They do not arrive looking..perfectly put together, because they are responsible adults who very much enjoy enthusiastically making out on the couch like sexually frustrated teenagers until the last possible minute before they have to leave, and therefore they arrive looking perhaps a little more flustered and kiss-bitten than is strictly appropriate.

Lan Xichen has every intention of walking Meng Yao to his office for one final goodbye kiss right up until they’re waylaid by Nie Huaisang almost as soon as they step into the main space, the man’s smile looking perfectly fine - but manic when paired with his unnaturally wide eyes like it is now.

“A-Sang what’s wrong?” Meng Yao asks in an undertone, suddenly all business where just moments ago in the elevator he had been much more relaxed, charmingly flirtatious.

“Er-ge, could you go check on da-ge for me please?” Nie Huaisang says, voice pitched too low to carry beyond their little cluster just inside the door though his tone itself is still light, just in case. But Lan Xichen knows that look well, and paired with Nie Mingjue’s reluctance to go to dinner last night with who he had, Lan Xichen has little trouble parsing it out. He’s off without another word as he hears Nie Huaisang say, “Yaoyao, I’ve gone ahead and cleared out your urgent calls for the morning - there’s something you and I need to talk about.”

Lan Xichen makes his way quickly to Nie Mingjue’s office and he doesn’t bother knocking, he just lets himself in and shuts the door quickly, locking it as Nie Mingjue turns the full strength of his furious glare on him though it softens marginally when he registers just who he’s looking at.

“I’m here,” Lan Xichen soothes in lieu of a proper greeting, stepping forward though he doesn’t actually approach. Better to wait for Nie Mingjue to come to him when he’s like this. “You’re alright,” he adds in a gentle murmur, the closest to a lie he’ll ever tell. Nie Mingjue isn’t alright, that much is painfully clear, but he will be alright, and that’s what matters in moments like this.

“He’s getting bolder, Xichen,” Nie Mingjue growls as he returns to the pacing Lan Xichen had interrupted. “And everyone else does nothing! The man practically admits to driving my father to madness and no one gives a fuck because he’s got them all in his pockets! What am I supposed to do?!”

“My uncle -”

“Is a good man, but he’s a good man who will do absolutely nothing to interrupt his peaceful life Xichen, and you know I’m right!”

Xichen sighs softly but he can’t deny that Lan Qiren will do anything he must to avoid becoming embroiled in the ever-shifting politics of the social circle he still technically belongs to. He does the token amount required of him to essentially make sure his presence is remembered and given proper weight, but other than that he avoids it like the plague - a position which Lan Xichen understands and sympathizes with most of the time, but it’s becoming harder and harder to do so when he sees what a toll it takes on Nie Mingjue to feel that there’s no one in his corner to defend him.

“Would you like to tell me what he said or shall I assume it is more of the same?”

“It’s always the same!! And as if the stupid fucking farce of a standing dinner appointment isn’t enough, this morning I came in early to wait for you and A-Yao only to find he’s left me three snide messages, two voicemails and an email reiterating his points. What the fuck am I supposed to do?”

“I do not know,” Lan Xichen sighs with an intense regret. “I have never excelled in this sort of..situation.”

“Where’s A-Yao?” Nie Mingjue suddenly barks as he stops in front of his desk to mash his finger on the intercom button, though of course there’s no response from Meng Yao’s empty office.

“I believe A-Sang is briefing him on the issue.”

“Good. A-Yao’s fucking ruthless. He can help me destroy that monster.”

“Mingjue..”

“I’ve let this go on long enough, Xichen!” Nie Mingjue snaps, and after a moment to compose himself with a sharp inhale he turns to cross the room and grab Lan Xichen by the upper arms. It doesn’t hurt because Nie Mingjue would never hurt him, and Lan Xichen isn’t afraid of Nie Mingjue or his infamous temper, so he stays still and meets his boyfriend’s eyes with nothing but concern in his searching gaze.

“What will you ask A-Yao to do?” Lan Xichen asks softly after a few moments of silence.

“I don’t know yet, but he can help me figure something out, I know it. He’s good at this, this politics thing. You and I don’t have the heads for it, he’ll come up with something better than you or I ever will. I know him.”

“Alright. It will likely take a while for A-Sang to tell him everything we know about what has already happened. You need to be calmer to talk to him, I do not want you to frighten him.”

“Fine. Get Luo Yi in here, then.”

“Who?”

“Just open the door.”

Lan Xichen hesitates for a long moment, wary of exposing any innocent bystanders to Nie Mingjue’s genuine anger, but after a long moment of study he sighs - Nie Mingjue is angry, yes, and clearly desperate to do something to make Wen Ruohan pay for the damages he’d done to the Nie family (and the business, of course, but every injured party is, naturally, much more concerned with the personal loss of Lao Nie than any financial hits to the company). But a close study of his eyes is enough to reassure Lan Xichen that he’s not out of his senses with that very understandable anger, and so after a moment he withdraws carefully from Nie Mingjue’s grip to step back and open the door again without any protest. He has just a moment to brace himself as he watches Nie Mingjue suck in an enormous breath before the man bellows, at the top of his lungs, a furious call for the person he had just asked for.

All noise out in the office of people beginning their workday stops dead for a beat before it resumes, and when Lan Xichen glances out into the space it’s to see everyone very pointedly ignoring a lone man who has stood from his desk, his face pale.

Lan Xichen would perhaps feel bad for him did he not recognize him immediately as the man Nie Mingjue had stopped to speak to on Friday, the man who had neglected to follow a simple instruction to order lunch for Meng Yao. Just like that any sympathy he has vanishes to be replaced by a fierce sort of vindication on Meng Yao’s behalf. He’s not precisely proud of the fact that he’s suddenly heartily looking forward to Nie Mingjue taking out his temper on this man as a way to get it out and calm down, but he at least trusts that this isn’t the first incident between the man and Meng Yao, nor an entirely unexpected reckoning for his behavior if the man’s guilty expression is anything to judge by.

Lan Xichen watches him approach with his metaphorical tail tucked as if he’s headed for the gallows, and when Luo Yi enters the office Lan Xichen quietly shuts the door behind him and retreats to the sofa under the window where he goes about keeping himself out of the way to watch unobtrusively as the Nie Mingjue absolutely tears into the man.

It’s worse than Lan Xichen had expected. Nie Mingjue asks him about not only the incident on Friday but multiple others in which the man has deliberately obstructed Meng Yao’s work entirely or at least made it more difficult than necessary. For all that Lan Xichen would never solve such problems in this particular way, he can’t deny that it’s effective, at least on someone with a temperament like Luo Yi’s. The more accusations Nie Mingjue brings to light, the more defensive Luo Yi gets until, whether he’s aware of it or not, the man begins digging himself further into the hole without any further reports of incidents provided by Nie Mingjue at all.

He ends up revealing that not only are the accusations from Nie Mingjue all entirely true, but he goes on to boast - boast - about things that Meng Yao has achieved that he has taken the credit for, all with a sneering condescension that puts Lan Xichen’s teeth on edge. Of course he doesn’t word it as such, but anyone with a lick of common sense would be able to extrude such ‘accomplishments’ from his ‘defenses’ of his behavior, and by the time Nie Mingjue is shouting at him good and proper Lan Xichen is in full agreement with the sentiment - and even finding himself almost agreeing with the execution of those sentiments.

By the time it’s over, Lan Xichen has decided to keep careful notes of everything Luo Yi confesses by way of defense, and the list ends up being absurdly long. The man leaves the office on immediate suspension pending investigation into his behavior, and once they’re alone again Lan Xichen stands to wordlessly hand his phone to Nie Mingjue so he can read back through the list. They’re still there leaning against the front of his desk - Lan Xichen cool and composed in his anger, a hand slowly rubbing Nie Mingjue’s shoulder, with Nie Mingjue still bristling but mostly alright beside him - when there’s a tentative knock on the half-open door.

“A-Yao,” Nie Mingjue says instantly and Lan Xichen whips his head up to find Meng Yao standing in the doorway looking at the pair of them with an utterly inscrutable expression on his face. “Come in and shut the door.”

Meng Yao does as requested, and Lan Xichen mimes turning the lock with the hand not on Nie Mingjue’s shoulder down by his hip. Meng Yao throws the lock with a little flick of his wrist but shows no signs of relaxing even in private as he approaches.

“No more dinners with Wen Ruohan,” he says, low and fierce, when he’s standing right in front of them, his eyes fixed on Nie Mingjue.

“A-Yao-”

“No more dinners with Wen Ruohan!” he repeats, shockingly fierce. Lan Xichen blinks in surprise, but his surprise must be nothing compared to Nie Mingjue’s judging by the way he jerks slightly under Lan Xichen’s hand.

Lan Xichen prides himself on his ability to read expressions, even in those he doesn’t know very well. Having Lan Wangji as his brother has been extremely helpful for that particular skill, and he’s accustomed to falling back on it like a very convenient crutch whenever he needs to get a read on an unfamiliar situation. Being unable to read Meng Yao’s expression whatsoever upon his entrance had been disorienting, but Lan Xichen wonders as it suddenly hits home how he could have missed it.

Meng Yao is livid.

His expression hasn’t changed in the least but his voice is absolutely blistering with barely controlled emotion and Lan Xichen can see his hands are shaking when he reaches up to rest them on Nie Mingjue’s broad chest, fingers curling slowly into fists in the front of his shirt until Lan Xichen begins to fear for the thread holding the buttons in place.

“If you think for a single second that I’m going to let you within 50 feet of that viper anymore you are incredibly mistaken.”

“I can take care of myself, A-Yao!” Nie Mingjue retorts, temper already rising again and Lan Xichen is very suddenly reminded of the...tumultuous nature of their relationship, and that these things don’t change overnight - or over the course of a few nights - simply because the three of them are enjoying a new dynamic together.

“Can you? How did you take care of yourself last night? Tell me, Mingjue. If I walk into your house right this second how many dishes am I going to find shattered on the kitchen floor? How much of a disarray is your home in, did any of your breakable decor survive the night? Did you sleep at all? Did you eat? Or have you spent the last 12 hours in a blind rage and you’re only just now getting it out of your system because Xichen is here?”

Nie Mingjue’s silence is damning.

Lan Xichen curls his hand a little more tightly around Nie Mingjue’s shoulder, a silent reminder that despite how it may feel at the moment the three of them all want to help each other, they want to support each other, and that Meng Yao is doing what he thinks is necessary to accomplish that common goal in these circumstances. It’s a lot to communicate with such a simple gesture, but he and Nie Mingjue are familiar enough with each other by now that he thinks it comes across anyway.

“You scared A-Sang,” Meng Yao bites next, face still terrifyingly blank and it’s actually getting to the point where Lan Xichen wishes he would just frown, glare, do anything except look numb even while he’s so audibly upset. “You’re scaring me, and you’re worrying Xichen. Is all of this worth whatever minimal amount of respect you get out of playing into their hands so you don’t show any ‘weakness’? Or are you finally done letting those snakes toy with you like you’re the next mouse they’re hunting just like they did to your father?”

“No. I’m done,” Nie Mingjue growls, low and dangerous, and Lan Xichen very nearly stops him from reaching up to take hold of Meng Yao’s forearms but he restrains himself at the last moment. As much as he wants to interfere, this is something between the two of them (Lan Xichen can tell that while Wen Ruohan is the main focus, Meng Yao had just spoken in the plural - and he can’t imagine that Jiang Fengmian is someone who qualifies as one of these ‘snakes’, which leaves only Jin Guangshan as someone cruel but influential enough to have such power over Nie Mingjue).

He and Nie Mingjue tell each other just about everything that goes on in their lives when they can’t be together in person, but Lan Xichen is slowly coming to realize that there are most likely a few things - important things - that Nie Mingjue must have been glossing over for quite some time, most likely in an effort to spare him any reason to worry about him while traveling and unable to do much to help. At least Meng Yao is aware, and at least he isn’t too afraid of Nie Mingjue’s temper to get right up in his face now when it’s so painfully necessary to drag him back to the present and away from his rage.

“Good. What did you just do to Luo Yi? The whole office could hear you shouting, what was it?” he asks next, all business despite the fact that he’s still crowded up into Nie Mingjue’s space, still practically pinning him against the desk with his body and his fists on his chest despite the differences in their statures. Rather than answering, Nie Mingjue turns Lan Xichen’s phone around to let Meng Yao read a portion of the list Lan Xichen had taken, which he does practically in an instant with just a few flicks of his eyes back and forth. His blank mask finally cracks into the barest hint of a sneer.

“Still think I’m overreacting just because he and I ‘disagree’, Nie Mingjue?” he asks, his tone like acid now, caustic enough that even Lan Xichen is beginning to feel a need to apologize for things that he had absolutely zero part in just to make it stop and keep the peace.

“Don’t rub it in, Meng Yao,” Nie Mingjue snaps as he locks the phone and passes it back to Lan Xichen, who hurries to take it and pocket it.

Somehow between one breath and the next there’s a knife in Meng Yao’s hand - just a small one, hardly larger than a pocket knife but it’s still a knife - and he’s pressing the tip of it to Nie Mingjue’s side hard enough to dig a little dent in the silk side-panel of his vest.

“You’ll make it up to me - all those times you made light of the issue with Luo Yi. You’ll apologize to A-Sang for scaring him last night. You’ll go home and clean up and let Xichen help you calm down. And you’ll leave this situation with Wen Ruohan to me.”

Lan Xichen waits with bated breath for Nie Mingjue to get angry again at being ordered around or having a knife pulled on him, but all Nie Mingjue does is take a few deep breaths before he shoves Meng Yao’s hand away from his side with an impatient jerk of his elbow.

“Fine. And you’ll tell me what I need to know about what you’re doing with Wen Ruohan, you’ll call down to HR to personally get Luo Yi’s suspension and investigation paperwork started, and you’ll come over after work to spend the night again.”

Meng Yao narrows his eyes and even though he’s watching him carefully now Lan Xichen still can’t see how he makes the knife disappear to wherever it had come from.

“Fine.”

Lan Xichen blinks as Nie Mingjue suddenly leans down to catch Meng Yao’s lips in a kiss that looks downright painful to seal their..strange sort of bargain, though it doesn’t last longer than a heartbeat or two before Meng Yao breaks away to cross the office and let himself out again without another backwards glance.

There’s nothing but silence between Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue for a few long minutes broken only by the sound of phones ringing and papers rustling out in the rest of the office, slightly muffled.

“What..” Lan Xichen starts when he feels like he can talk again but he finds that he actually isn’t sure how to word his questions. Actually, he can’t even pin down what he wants to know first.

“I’ve told you,” Nie Mingjue starts, sounding darkly amused. “He’s terrifying but no one seems willing to understand that but me and Huaisang. Let’s go, best to stay out of his way today.”

“How are you feeling?”

Nie Mingjue sighs and rubs at his face with both hands as Lan Xichen turns to stand in front of him and loop his arms cautiously around his waist. He’s in the same spot Meng Yao had just vacated but his attitude is entirely different, entreating and concerned where Meng Yao’s had been...well. Not that.

“Tired. He’s right, I didn’t sleep. Huaisang must have told him.”

“Mm. We should go home then, hm? It will be alright.”

“Yeah, let’s go home,” Nie Mingjue says, shoulders finally slumping as he caves and lets the last of his immediate anger drain out of him.

Getting out of the office is surprisingly painless - everyone seems very inclined to keep out of the way even though it’s clear that Nie Mingjue is no longer so furious. Lan Xichen is once again made uneasy by his boyfriend’s habit of yelling when it so clearly makes others around him uncomfortable, but it’s an issue that goes deeper than anything Lan Xichen can help him with and so he just has to make his peace with it and offer the few people who watch them go smiles that he hopes are comforting.

The mess upon entering the house is immediate and...widespread. The living room and kitchen are both in complete disarray and Lan Xichen can easily imagine how the mess extends to other parts of the house Nie Mingjue may have encountered in his fury the previous night.

“Oh A-Jue,” he sighs, the seldom-used endearment slipping easily from his lips in his worry.

“Don’t. I know,” Nie Mingjue replies instantly as he drops his keys in their spot on the remarkably unscathed hall table before he picks his way over the shattered remains of..something ceramic, Lan Xichen has no idea what it had been before it had been reduced to nothing but a pile of shards and dust in the middle of the entryway.

“Don’t take your shoes off, there’s glass and porcelain everywhere, not just right here.”

“Mm. I will clean it, you should sleep.”

“Xichen-”

“Mingjue,” he interrupts as he seldom does, but his voice is soft and his hands even softer as he rests them on Nie Mingjue’s back to begin gently nudging him in the direction of the stairs. “You are in no state to continue being awake, let alone clean this up. I will help you fall asleep and then I will clean whatever messes I find. You can help when you wake.”

Nie Mingjue heaves another sigh but he acquiesces without further argument - he’s always exhausted after one of his episodes, Lan Xichen knows, which makes it easy to lovingly bully him upstairs and out of his work clothes to get straight into bed. Lan Xichen kisses him and strokes his hair back from his forehead until he drifts off, and after a moment of waiting to make sure he’s actually sleeping he leaves to start cleaning, beginning with the entry hall and working his way further into the house from there.

He has no idea how things turned around so quickly from the happy haze of the previous day, but he trusts that between the three of them - plus Nie Huaisang, perhaps, if he admits he’s shrewder than he lets on - they’ll be able to solve any problems that come their way.

One way or another.

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#the untamed fanfic #3zun #Nie Mingjue #Lan Xichen #Meng Yao #Modern AU #@everyone who has also read AEM and possibly remembers how I like to drop drama in at random - HAHAHAHA #@everyone who hasn't and didn't know that about me yet - same thing lol #No but seriously what are we looking at here:#double AU time - modern corporate AU where these dinner appointments are like discussion conferences #and what I think would happen if Meng Yao had been free to be himself very early on #also - Luo Yi is 100% the dickhead guard captain from canon or he at least serves the same function #only this time he gets caught out and obviously MY doesn't murder him #I'm not necessarily turning this into a retelling of the sunshot campaign!! I just love the flow of it as a storytelling device #Anywayyyyyy hope y'all like it #I'm finishing up my semester of school and it's very suddenly crunch time and since I'm in art school I'm constantly using my creativity #for non-writing things as well #but don't worry I'm not actually slowing down all that much haha #okay these tags are getting long sorry thank you for reading!

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