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[#114] Unexpected Visitors Pt. 2 (MDZS)
Theme Prompt: #114 - Unexpected Visitors
Title: Unexpected Visitors Pt. 2
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: T / Modern AU, a little angst; flirting WWX style.
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes!
Summary: Lan Wangji was washing up when someone knocked on his door.
Part one is here.
Lan Wangji had finished dinner and the dinner dishes when a flurry of pounding on his front door startled him into dropping the last dish back into the sink. An arc of soapy water splashed up and across the counter. Droplets hit the floor. His button-down shirt. His face.
Gasping in surprise, he backed away, picking a clean kitchen towel from a pile in the drawer to wipe his face and then the counter and then the floor. He would properly scrub the kitchen later.
The knocking was starting again, with renewed vigor, by the time he reached it. Hesitating, he peered through the peephole to see a bedraggled Wei Wuxian on the porch.
He threw the door open. “Wei Ying!”
Wei Wuxian stared at him with wide eyes, fist still raised to knock. Lan Wangji stepped back and to the side. He should have grabbed towels, he thought, seeing the wide puddle of water that followed Wei Wuxian in.
“Wait here,” he instructed, once the door was closed and locked.
Lan Wangji hurried off to the bathroom and came back to find Wei Wuxian mostly naked, standing on his pile of wet clothes in just his boxers.
Lan Wangji nearly died. But he got the towels around Wei Wuxian and showed the much-skinnier-than-he’d-expected man to the bathroom. Lan Wangji set out fresh clothes and fresh towels then retreated to clean up the mess in his foyer.
When Wei Wuxian emerged from the bathroom, a billow of steam heralding his presence, Lan Wangji had hot tea and hot soup waiting. Wei Wuxian fell upon the food with only a single wrinkle of his nose to indicate his distaste at the blandness but drank everything down with a grateful slurp.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji asked when the cup and the bowl were empty. “Why are you here?”
Wei Wuxian’s face crumpled. “A-Cheng and I fought,” he wailed, collapsing into tears. “I came home with dinner and put it on the counter. But A-Cheng had been making dumplings and I put the wet bags down right on his rolled-out dough.”
Lan Wangji made a guess. “He was angry?”
“He said, ‘Actually, I was using that’, and moved the bags to the other counter that was empty,” Wei Wuxian cried. “He didn’t scream or shout or anything. He hates me!”
Lan Wangji was confused. Wasn’t Jiang Cheng finally displaying some ability to control that horrible temper of his a good thing? “I do not understand.”
“Jiang Cheng’s love language is rage-fueled grumpy scolding,” Wei Wuxian wept. “If he’s not yelling at me and calling me an idiot shixiong, he must be really, really mad at me and I don’t even know what I did!”
“I see.” Lan Wangji did not see. But it was obvious that Wei Wuxian was in distress. “Did anything else happen?”
“He threw the dough away and cleaned the kitchen up. Then we ate. But he went to take the trash out and I locked him out because he can’t be angry without telling me why. I thought he’d yell and … I don’t know, break down the door. But he just walked away after the first ten minutes of knocking and calling my name.”
Lan Wangji was at a loss. Clearly Wei Ying was in the wrong for locking Jiang Cheng out, especially without any explaination. But who was Lan Wangji to dissect their personal relationship? If Wei Ying said something was wrong, surely he would know better than Lan Wangji.
“He hates me and I don’t even know why,” Wei Wuxian cried. “What did I do?”
“Did Wei Ying ask?”
Wei Wuxian shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks. “He didn’t take his phone to take the trash out. Or his keys or anything. Not even a coat.”
Well that was troubling. Somewhere there was a cold, wet, confused Jiang Cheng. But that wasn’t his problem. His problem was the shivering bundle sitting across from him.
“Would you like to stay here tonight?”
“Lan Zhan, you don’t mind?” Wei Wuxian peered up at him through tear-soaked lashes. “Do you mean it?”
“Wei Ying can stay as long as he wants.” He did not say ‘forever’ but it was a near thing. “The spare room is free.”
“Lan Zhan, you’re too kind. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Wei Wuxian said, smiling. “You know for all those years I thought you hated me.”
Lan Wangji was horrified. “Never hated Wei Ying. Only confused by Wei Ying.”
A puzzled look for that. “Confused? How so?”
Wei Wuxian dropped his hands down on his palms and stared at Lan Wangji with rapt attention. Lan Wangji felt exposed. He could feel his ears heating up.
“Never met anyone like Wei Ying before,” Lan Wangji confessed. “So bright. Smart. Talented,” he hesitated, then went for it. “Handsome.”
Wei Wuxian gasped and for a second Lan Wangji thought he’d done something unforgivable but then Wei Wuxian threw himself across the table to hug Lan Wangji and he nearly died at the enthusiastic, all-consuming touch.
“Lan Zhan, you can’t just say things like that!” Wei Wuxian scolded.
He was trying to crawl into Lan Wangji’s lap without letting go. He knocked his bowl and mug aside in the process, nearly sending them to the floor. Lan Wangji was too overwhelmed to care.
“My heart is too fragile, Lan Zhan! So cruel to me.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied, dazedly setting his hands on Wei Wuxian’s hips. “Very sorry. Will have to tell Wei Ying more often how good he is so he gets used to it.”
Another gasp. This time Lan Wangji found it delightful because he had a lap full of Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji could feel his bones so easily through the thin layer of flesh. He held on tighter, afraid Wei Wuxian would slip away, he was so light, barely there.
“Lan Zhan! So bold!” Wei Wuxian purred.
Title: Unexpected Visitors Pt. 2
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: T / Modern AU, a little angst; flirting WWX style.
Word Count: 1,000
Bonus: Yes!
Summary: Lan Wangji was washing up when someone knocked on his door.
Part one is here.
Lan Wangji had finished dinner and the dinner dishes when a flurry of pounding on his front door startled him into dropping the last dish back into the sink. An arc of soapy water splashed up and across the counter. Droplets hit the floor. His button-down shirt. His face.
Gasping in surprise, he backed away, picking a clean kitchen towel from a pile in the drawer to wipe his face and then the counter and then the floor. He would properly scrub the kitchen later.
The knocking was starting again, with renewed vigor, by the time he reached it. Hesitating, he peered through the peephole to see a bedraggled Wei Wuxian on the porch.
He threw the door open. “Wei Ying!”
Wei Wuxian stared at him with wide eyes, fist still raised to knock. Lan Wangji stepped back and to the side. He should have grabbed towels, he thought, seeing the wide puddle of water that followed Wei Wuxian in.
“Wait here,” he instructed, once the door was closed and locked.
Lan Wangji hurried off to the bathroom and came back to find Wei Wuxian mostly naked, standing on his pile of wet clothes in just his boxers.
Lan Wangji nearly died. But he got the towels around Wei Wuxian and showed the much-skinnier-than-he’d-expected man to the bathroom. Lan Wangji set out fresh clothes and fresh towels then retreated to clean up the mess in his foyer.
When Wei Wuxian emerged from the bathroom, a billow of steam heralding his presence, Lan Wangji had hot tea and hot soup waiting. Wei Wuxian fell upon the food with only a single wrinkle of his nose to indicate his distaste at the blandness but drank everything down with a grateful slurp.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji asked when the cup and the bowl were empty. “Why are you here?”
Wei Wuxian’s face crumpled. “A-Cheng and I fought,” he wailed, collapsing into tears. “I came home with dinner and put it on the counter. But A-Cheng had been making dumplings and I put the wet bags down right on his rolled-out dough.”
Lan Wangji made a guess. “He was angry?”
“He said, ‘Actually, I was using that’, and moved the bags to the other counter that was empty,” Wei Wuxian cried. “He didn’t scream or shout or anything. He hates me!”
Lan Wangji was confused. Wasn’t Jiang Cheng finally displaying some ability to control that horrible temper of his a good thing? “I do not understand.”
“Jiang Cheng’s love language is rage-fueled grumpy scolding,” Wei Wuxian wept. “If he’s not yelling at me and calling me an idiot shixiong, he must be really, really mad at me and I don’t even know what I did!”
“I see.” Lan Wangji did not see. But it was obvious that Wei Wuxian was in distress. “Did anything else happen?”
“He threw the dough away and cleaned the kitchen up. Then we ate. But he went to take the trash out and I locked him out because he can’t be angry without telling me why. I thought he’d yell and … I don’t know, break down the door. But he just walked away after the first ten minutes of knocking and calling my name.”
Lan Wangji was at a loss. Clearly Wei Ying was in the wrong for locking Jiang Cheng out, especially without any explaination. But who was Lan Wangji to dissect their personal relationship? If Wei Ying said something was wrong, surely he would know better than Lan Wangji.
“He hates me and I don’t even know why,” Wei Wuxian cried. “What did I do?”
“Did Wei Ying ask?”
Wei Wuxian shook his head, tears spilling down his cheeks. “He didn’t take his phone to take the trash out. Or his keys or anything. Not even a coat.”
Well that was troubling. Somewhere there was a cold, wet, confused Jiang Cheng. But that wasn’t his problem. His problem was the shivering bundle sitting across from him.
“Would you like to stay here tonight?”
“Lan Zhan, you don’t mind?” Wei Wuxian peered up at him through tear-soaked lashes. “Do you mean it?”
“Wei Ying can stay as long as he wants.” He did not say ‘forever’ but it was a near thing. “The spare room is free.”
“Lan Zhan, you’re too kind. I don’t know what I would do without you,” Wei Wuxian said, smiling. “You know for all those years I thought you hated me.”
Lan Wangji was horrified. “Never hated Wei Ying. Only confused by Wei Ying.”
A puzzled look for that. “Confused? How so?”
Wei Wuxian dropped his hands down on his palms and stared at Lan Wangji with rapt attention. Lan Wangji felt exposed. He could feel his ears heating up.
“Never met anyone like Wei Ying before,” Lan Wangji confessed. “So bright. Smart. Talented,” he hesitated, then went for it. “Handsome.”
Wei Wuxian gasped and for a second Lan Wangji thought he’d done something unforgivable but then Wei Wuxian threw himself across the table to hug Lan Wangji and he nearly died at the enthusiastic, all-consuming touch.
“Lan Zhan, you can’t just say things like that!” Wei Wuxian scolded.
He was trying to crawl into Lan Wangji’s lap without letting go. He knocked his bowl and mug aside in the process, nearly sending them to the floor. Lan Wangji was too overwhelmed to care.
“My heart is too fragile, Lan Zhan! So cruel to me.”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied, dazedly setting his hands on Wei Wuxian’s hips. “Very sorry. Will have to tell Wei Ying more often how good he is so he gets used to it.”
Another gasp. This time Lan Wangji found it delightful because he had a lap full of Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji could feel his bones so easily through the thin layer of flesh. He held on tighter, afraid Wei Wuxian would slip away, he was so light, barely there.
“Lan Zhan! So bold!” Wei Wuxian purred.
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