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bloody-bee-tea · 4 years

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Fond - Untamed Spring Fest 2020 Day 20

When Lan Xichen comes home, he finds Nie Mingjue on the couch, watching Jiang Cheng pace in the living room, clearly agitated about something.

“My heart,” Lan Xichen greets Jiang Cheng and pulls him into a kiss when he simply wants to pace past him.

It’s not enough to completely stop Jiang Cheng’s movement, but he does indulge Lan Xichen in his kiss for a few moments, before he goes right back to walking a path into the floor.

“My soul,” Lan Xichen greets Nie Mingjue next, with the same soft kiss as he greeted Jiang Cheng, but Nie Mingjue is a lot more pro-active, and pulls Lan Xichen down on the couch.

“What’s going on?” Lan Xichen wants to know as he snuggles into Nie Mingjue’s side, who very readily puts an arm around Lan Xichen’s middle.

“I’m not entirely sure,” Nie Mingjue admits with a small smile. “He was very excited for about two minutes and then he started to rant about the delivery services? I don’t think he’s very happy with them at the moment.

“Of course I’m not happy with them at the moment,” Jiang Cheng chimes in and throws his hands in the air. “One moment it’s like ‘your item will be delivered shortly’ and then suddenly it’s ‘your item is currently six stops away’ and then,” he goes on, seemingly without taking a breath, “suddenly it’s all ‘there are many more items the driver has to deliver’.”

Jiang Cheng stops his pacing only long enough to stab viciously at his phone and then turn the offending message on the screen towards Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue in proof as if they could have actually not believed what Jiang Cheng just said.

“Okay,” Nie Mingjue very carefully says. “And what are you waiting for that is this urgent?” he then asks and Jiang Cheng levels him with a look so severe that Nie Mingjue shuts up immediately.

“Alright, then,” Nie Mingjue mutters and Lan Xichen brushes a soothing kiss over his cheek.

“Don’t take it to heart,” he quietly tells him. “Wanyin gets like that sometimes. He’s a very impatient person and he is definitely not taking this very well.”

“No need to be this mean,” Nie Mingjue huffs out and Lan Xichen snuggles closer.

“It’s nothing personal I promise you that,” he tells Nie Mingjue who still seems unconvinced so Lan Xichen gives him another quick kiss before he turns towards Jiang Cheng.

“Is it the game you ordered a few days back?” Lan Xichen asks and is entirely prepared for the glare he receives in return.

“See,” he says to Nie Mingjue in response who chuckles slightly.

“He really doesn’t take this well,” Nie Mingjue observes and Lan Xichen slides down further until he can pillow his head on Nie Mingjue’s chest and watch their boyfriend pace from a more comfortable position.

“Nope,” he cheerily says. “We’ll just have to wait this one out. I doubt his mood will improve before the deliver actually comes.”

“Is there anything we can do for him?” Nie Mingjue wants to know and Lan Xichen shrugs as best as he can in his position.

“Not really. Sometimes it helps if someone is around, because if the waiting goes on for too long even Jiang Cheng loses steam and then he needs someone to cuddle. But sometimes you really have to simply sit it out.”

Nie Mingjue hums at that and they watch Jiang Cheng in silence after that.

At least for a few minutes.

“Do you think his phone will survive the abuse?” Nie Mingjue whispers when Jiang Cheng angrily jabs at the screen again.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Lan Xichen says with worry, because Jiang Cheng seems to be using enough force to crack the screen.

“My heart,” he carefully calls out when Jiang Cheng continues his angry assault on the phone. “It’s not the phone’s fault.”

“Well, it is someone’s fault,” Jiang Cheng snaps back and then, as if someone flipped a switch, loses all of his steam. “Fuck,” he mutters and immediately Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen both hold out a hand for him.

“Come here,” Nie Mingjue cajoles him when Jiang Cheng just stands dejectedly in the middle of their living room, but that jolts Jiang Cheng back into action.

He shuffles over—drags his feet over the floor as if he hasn’t been angrily stomping around for the last ten minutes—and allows Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen to pull him on top of them.

Lan Xichen wants to move to the side so Jiang Cheng has a place in the middle, but Jiang Cheng doesn’t let him and instead curls up on their laps.

“I just got excited, okay?” Jiang Cheng mumbles and leans over to kiss Nie Mingjue. “I didn’t mean to be mean to you.”

“That’s okay,” Nie Mingjue says with a sigh.

“Same goes for you,” Jiang Cheng says and turns his head towards Lan Xichen, who leans in to kiss Jiang Cheng as well.

“I know, my heart,” he gives back and allows Jiang Cheng to cuddle closer.

“You want to tell us what you are waiting for?” Nie Mingjue then carefully asks, clearly ready to be at the wrong end of Jiang Cheng’s temper again, but Jiang Cheng simply shakes his head.

“It’s a surprise,” he mumbles and then closes his eyes, clearly content to drift off right where he is.

In the end, Jiang Cheng really dozes off on them, and Lan Xichen and Nie Mingjue share an amused glance over his head because as much as Jiang Cheng is quick to be riled up and get angry, he calms down just as fast too.

They decide to let Jiang Cheng rest for now, content to just cuddle like this, and they are only brought out of their light doze when the doorbell suddenly rings.

“Fucking finally,” Jiang Cheng mutters after he wakes up with a start, and he urgently gets up to scramble to the door.

It takes the delivery person almost a minute to arrive at the door and Lan Xichen fears that Jiang Cheng is going to vibrate right out of his skin, but then the exchange is made and Jiang Cheng has the long awaited parcel in his hands.

It’s rather small, Lan Xichen notes, right before it hits Nie Mingjue’s chest.

“For you,” Jiang Cheng says and he’s avoiding eye contact which means he’s definitely nervous about this.

“For me?” Nie Mingjue asks in confusion and carefully picks the parcel up.

He weighs it in his hands for a moment before he turns it around to look at it from all sides and Lan Xichen bites back a laugh, because he’s certain Nie Mingjue is only doing that to annoy Jiang Cheng.

“Would you just open it,” Jiang Cheng groans and flops down on the couch again.

“Alright, alright,” Nie Mingjue finally relents and gets started on opening the package.

It doesn’t take him long at all, and when he sees what’s inside Nie Mingjue freezes.

It’s enough to make Lan Xichen lean over to peer into the package as well.

Inside is a replica of the bracelets Jiang Cheng and Lan Xichen wear, and have been wearing ever since they got together.

“My heart,” Nie Mingjue eventually chokes out and tears his eyes away from the bracelet and looks at Jiang Cheng.

“It bothered you that you didn’t have one, don’t think I haven’t noticed,” Jiang Cheng grumbles out and Lan Xichen loves him so much he doesn’t know what to do with it sometimes.

Going by the fond look on Nie Mingjue’s face he has a similar problem.

“You said they don’t manufacture them anymore,” he whispers as he takes the bracelet out of the package and moves his fingers over it.

“They don’t,” Jiang Cheng says nonchalantly and Lan Xichen’s eyes snap towards him.

“What did you do?” he wants to know and slightly shakes his head when Nie Mingjue offers him the bracelet to put it on him.

“I might have called them,” Jiang Cheng says as he gets up and sits down on the table in front of them. “And they might have told me that they are not making them anymore and that they also don’t have a spare laying around anywhere,” he explains as he takes the bracelet out of Nie Mingjue’s hands and wraps it around his wrist.

“And then?” Nie Mingjue asks, as he admires the bracelet.

“And then I might have called Huaisang, who might have talked to Xuanyu who might have pulled a few strings and then a blueprint might have been handed over to Huaisang,” Jiang Cheng says as if that all means nothing and Lan Xichen is staring at him.

“How many favours do you owe Huaisang for that?” he then wants to know and Jiang Cheng shrugs.

“A lot?”

“You could have just chosen a different bracelet,” Nie Mingjue mutters, but he protectively puts his hand over the one on his wrist.

“Now where would be the fun in that?” Jiang Cheng asks them with a smirk and then yelps when Nie Mingjue fists the front of his shirt and pulls him onto his lap.

“I love you so damn much,” Nie Mingjue mutters before he drags Jiang Cheng into a deep kiss. “We got so goddamn lucky with you,” Nie Mingjue whispers against Jiang Cheng’s lips when they part and Lan Xichen has to agree with that.

Since he feels that simply voicing that isn’t enough Lan Xichen drags Jiang Cheng into a kiss as well.

“How did we ever deserve you?” he asks after they part and Jiang Cheng squirms on Nie Mingjue’s lap.

“Shut up,” he mumbles, but it’s only half-hearted at best and they all know it.

“Never,” Nie Mingjue immediately says and while the kisses haven’t managed to make Jiang Cheng blush, those words certainly do.

“You saps,” he complains but really, he doesn’t have any ground to stand on and Nie Mingjue makes that clear with a pointed look at the bracelet.

“Thank you,” Nie Mingjue seriously tells him and Jiang Cheng rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he grumbles but he curls up in Nie Mingjue’s lap again.

Lan Xichen cuddles close again as well and somehow they all reach out for each other with the arm that has the bracelet on it.

Lan Xichen loves the sight of the same bracelet on all their wrists and he’s not sure they can ever thank Jiang Cheng enough for this, though they will certainly try.

Their amazing boyfriend deserves nothing less, after all.

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ruensroad · 4 years

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to have and to hold

For @bloody-bee-tea who wanted some cuddly boys <3

This is part of the Xicheng that takes place in the spies!AU, where Lan Xichen is a scholar of the court in love with Jiang Cheng, a General of the Imperial Army. Hope that’s okay, hon!

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Lan Xichen had been oddly absent since the doctor had finally given Jiang Cheng the all-clear and dressed his stitches for the last time. He was going to live, he’d been assured. He was going survive. And the financial rewards, along with his promotion to a new battlefront should he choose to accept, were nothing to sneeze at either.

Finally, years of service were paying dividends. Finally, he felt he could be his own person, make his own way. Live how he wanted, love how he wanted. Years of facing death and the time to live was finally here. He was beyond ready.

Now if only he could find that slippery scholar of his to celebrate proper, then it would all be perfect.

Jiang Cheng had never considered himself a snuggler by nature, and in many ways he still wasn’t. If Wei Wuxian or Jin Ling used him as a pillow, that was one thing. But waking up with Lan Xichen in his arms? That was wholly another.

Dealing with Jin Ling and Wei Wuxian drooling all over him wasn’t something he wanted to experience every morning and night for the rest of his days, after all. And these past weeks with his body still too sore and fragile to take Lan Xichen’s weight had been a kind of torture. He wondered if Lan Xichen was itching to hold him as desperately as Jiang Cheng was to do the same.

But evening rolled through with no sign of blue and white robes, or a sweet humming voice. Jiang Cheng wasn’t too worried about having to track him down, knowing Lan Xichen was more than likely worried about something and was working himself into a stupor. But his bedtime always called him and, most importantly, called him back to Jiang Cheng’s side, so Jiang Cheng was willing to wait for him.

That night proved him correct, although he didn’t like the sneaking while he was in a bath, or the slipping into teir bed without word or sound, but Jiang Cheng knew the best way to weasel it out of his oddly sulking partner and did it happily.

A kiss to his shoulder, slow and open mouthed, with the drag of tongue and teeth. He only had to press in two before he heard Lan Xichen’s breathing change and grinned against his skin.

He nipped a spot on his neck, behind his ear, until Lan Xichen made a soft noise and turned into him for more kisses. His jaw, his nose, between his adorably furrowed brows...

“Are you going to tell me why you’ve been avoiding me?” Jiang Cheng asked before slowly licking over that mouth. He pulled back and was gratified to feel Lan Xichen follow him. So, not mad at Jiang Cheng, at least. Worried it was.

“You are not playing fair, Wanyin,” Lan Xichen told him, eyes dark and mouth turning down into a pout. One he would deny he had, but was very much there. Jiang Cheng raised an amused eyebrow at him.

“You’ve been avoiding me all day and I’m the one not playing fair?” he asked around a laugh and turned Lan Xichen’s chin back to him when he looked away in shame. “A-Huan, you are not tired of me, are you?”

“Never.” No hesitation and a real fear that Jiang Cheng could believe that opened up his expression. Jiang Cheng probably would have believed it, a year ago, but not now. Not after all the nights Lan Xichen had held his hand so tight, crying at the mere idea of losing him. It was odd to be the confident one now, but it also felt damned good, and he leaned down to steal a kiss.

“Then let me in,” he murmured between the slide of their lips, remembering a time Lan Xichen had uttered those very same words. He smiled as his braid was tugged in response, a sign of a pout coming on, and laughed a little. “A-Huan... you don’t have to be afraid to touch me, you know. I will not break.”

Lan Xichen trembled as Jiang Cheng carefully laid his body over his, the closest they’d pressed together in weeks, and fearlessly traced the line of stitches running from Jiang Cheng’s collarbone down his chest. “I know, you are so strong,” he murmured, and actually sounded like he was trying to believe it. So, a delayed crisis about mortality wasn’t it either.

Jiang Cheng kissed him slowly, nibbled his lower lip, and waited for that hitch of breath to pull back. A clear challenge for more. “Then tell me what kept you from my side today.”

Lan Xichen was more stubborn than people knew, more self-sacrificing than anyone had a right to be. He made a displeased sound when he seemed to realize he’d been cornered, both with words and Jiang Cheng’s body, and tugged childishly on Jiang Cheng’s braid again.

“I heard about your promotion,” he murmured, eyes everywhere but on Jiang Cheng’s own. “What an honor.”

Ah, so that was it. Jiang Cheng smiled and slipped onto his side, knowing his scholor-love would follow. He did, immediately plastering himself as close as he could get once he realized he had permission, and Jiang Cheng turned them both until he was the one plastered down by a heavy body. He had to take a moment just to soak in the familiar weight, the smell and feel of Lan Xichen pressed into him so completely.

“Protecting the Qinghe border is an honor,” he agreed, because it was. A cushy job after so long on the battlefronts. It was clear he had the Emperor’s favor and the position to show for it.

But Qinghe was also hundreds of miles from the capitol and a permanent position. And therein lay the root of what he knew Lan Xichen hated most.

“I am lucky to have recieved acclaimation,” Jiang Cheng said, playing with a strand of Lan Xichen’s hair. “It would be a great place to live out the rest of my days.”

Trembling now, Lan Xichen turned his face into Jiang Cheng’s chest and nodded, only once, hiding. Jiang Cheng knew it was to hide his frown, or tears, and his heart felt far too full to see it.

“What a shame then that I passed it over,” Jiang Cheng said, off hand, to the ceiling, and had to laugh at how quickly Lan Xichen’s head whipped up to stare at him.

“You what?” Lan Xichen demanded, shocked. “Wanyin, it was everything you dreamed of!”

“Maybe once,” Jiang Cheng lifted his hand and caressed Lan Xichen’s cheek, smiling sweet. “But then I met a man who recklessly took off with my heart and now I can’t seem to live without him.”

“You... gave it up for me?” Lan Xichen looked truly bewildered hearing that, but something awed and adoring was quickly taking over his eyes. Jiang Cheng tapped his lips with a fingertip and got a little kiss in return.

“I’m retiring here,” he told Lan Xichen. “That is, if a certain Scholar-Love of mine will have me.”

Laughing, he was pulled into kiss after kiss, and if he’d had any doubts about his choice, they’d been swept away by the pure love and joy in Lan Xichen’s eyes, his smile.

And as they lay entwined in the dark, Jiang Cheng held him close, for once feeling at one with the world he’d made here, in this place he’d once hated.

"I will always want you, Wanyin,” Lan Xichen murmured into his skin, sounding close to sleep as Jiang Cheng carded fingers through his hair. He breathed in and out, deeply, and Jiang Cheng kissed the top of his head in gratitude.

“Then I will always be yours, A-Huan. Forever.”

#ruenwrites #xicheng #spies and assassins au #ahhhhh i'm soft today #hope that was okay!#it sorta got away from me whoops #lan xichen #jiang cheng #the untamed

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