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[#146] Tidied Away (MDZS)
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Theme Prompt: #146 - Creation
Title: Tidied Away
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: M. Panic attack. Puking. Very fluffy though.
Bonus: Yup.
Word Count: 1,000 words.
Summary: Wei Wuxian goes looking for his brother, only to find an empty office. Their sister has some answers. Lan Zhan has the rest.
“A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian blew into Jiang Cheng’s office with all the enthusiasm of a stoned bull squeezing into a dollhouse.
Except Jiang Cheng wasn’t in his office.
The lights were off. Everything was tidy and squared away. No flashing messages on his monitor, no precarious piles of paperwork stacked on the actually decent-sized desk. No line of beleaguered middle-managers waiting just outside the door to pounce on Jiang Cheng if he so much as sneezed.
Wei Wuxian stepped outside, read the door, and stepped inside. Jiang Cheng’s office. No Jiang Cheng.
He checked his own wrist. The exquisite (and already scuffed) watch Lan Zhan had gotten him showed the time, date, prominent constellations, and magnetic north.
All signs pointed to the fact Jiang Cheng was supposed to be here. Nine on a Monday morning; Jiang Cheng should be five cups of coffee and two tie changes into a new week, putting out fires and wrangling morons. That was how every Monday had gone since the Jiang siblings had hired on to the Jin mega-corporation.
Wei Wuxian ran a hand through his hair and sat himself down behind the freakishly well-organized desk. Jiang Cheng’s desk always looked like a landmine of patent law and encyclopedias had gone off on it. Wei Wuxian was starting to feel like he was in some sort of alternate dimension. Some liminal space that didn’t actually exist without Jiang Cheng in it. He was about to be trapped in one of those shadows that sometimes appeared in the corner of someone’s eye.
He called his brother's cell from his brother’s work phone. No answer.
He called Jiejie, who answered.
“A-Cheng is missing!” Wei Wuxian shrieked, unable to contain himself. Yes, their sister had a lot on her plate but this was important! “His new office has been raided by the forces of feng shui!”
“A-Xian.” Jiang Yanli’s gentle voice held no rebuke. Perhaps some exasperation. But he didn’t understand why. “A-Cheng is on vacation. You remember. Two weeks starting today.”
“We were just off for months!” Wei Wuxian protested, wracking his brain for any knowledge of this so-called ‘vacation’.
They’d had plenty of time off after the accident. It was time to do something! To create a work of engineering and art so beautiful that Jin Guangshan cried real gold tears.
“A-Xian.” Some steel now, in that most loved voice. “A-Cheng and Nie Mingjue are going away for two weeks. To celebrate getting together. They told us all of this at dinner on Friday, remember?”
What had Wei Wuxian done on Friday? Breakfast with Lan Zhan. Work. Dinner with Lan Zhan.
Everyone else, of course. But it was really Lan Zhan that took up all of Wei Wuxian’s attention. Lan Zhan.
And the problem he’d come to talk to Jiang Cheng about, the pressure rating for the new valves in his experimental engine was inadequate. The valves melted when confronted with the combined forces of Wei Wuxian’s new synthetic flex-fuel and the laws of physics.
It had to be resolved. They couldn't melt!
“A-Xian. A-Xian.”
Wei Wuxian frowned into the phone. A-Jie sounded unhappy, now. Why?
His sister sighed. “A-Xian, it’s okay. A-Zhan is taking you away for a week, too. I’ve texted him to let him know where you are. I assume he’ll be worried when you don’t show up at the airport.”
“Airport?” Wei Wuxian swallowed. “I’m supposed to be at an airport?”
“A-Xian? Are you okay?”
Wei Wuxian threw up in Jiang Cheng’s pristine trash can. Lan Zhan wanted him to get on a plane? One he hadn’t designed himself?
He’d thought Lan Zhan loved him.
“A-Xian? Can you sit down for me, sweetie?” His sister asked. “It’s important.”
“I am sitting down, Jiejie,” he replied, not willing to stick her with something important on her own. “I’m in A-Cheng’s chair.”
“That’s good. Very good!” She sounded so relieved. He guessed she must be very upset. “A-Xian, I just realized, this is A-Cheng’s first time on a plane since the accident. And it isn’t even one of our planes. Should we be scared?”
Wei Wuxian swallowed around the gravel in his throat. He had to reassure Jiejie. “The Nies use the same service as Jin Guangshan. We all know he doesn't use anything but the best,” he managed to get out. “Besides that, A-Cheng will have made sure to check the plane’s maintenance logs and the pilot’s record before flying. He still does that! He did that when we were kids!”
Wei Wuxian found himself rolling his eyes. It was true, after all. Jiang Cheng checked and checked everything. And he wouldn’t let any information get away from him. Not after the accident.
“All you two have ever wanted to do was fly,” Jiang Yanli teased gently. “My brave little brothers, finding new ways to fling themselves through the sky at dramatic speeds.”
“Jiejie!” Wei Wuxian protested. “I am an artist! A genius! A creator! I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul!”
Her laughter lit something warm up inside him. The boulders in his throat, pressing on his chest, melted away like confection.
“Wei Ying.”
He looked up. Lan Zhan, his sweet Lan Zhan, stood in the doorway. The stern-faced man was dressed for leisure in sky-blue khakis pressed to perfection and a positively flirty button down beneath a matching sky-blue vest.
Okay really, Lan Zhan dressed the same no matter what he was doing or where he was. And he always looked at Wei Wuxian the same way. With little gold lights in his eyes and the tiniest curl to his lips.
Wei Wuxian suddenly didn’t care about anything else. Lan Zhan was breathtaking.
“I’m going to let you go now, A-Xian. I feel much better,” His sister said in his ear. “Thank you for talking with me.”
“Any time, Jiejie. I gotta go. Lan Zhan is looking at me like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream.”
Her laughter was the last thing he heard as he hung up.
Theme Prompt: #146 - Creation
Title: Tidied Away
Fandom: MDZS
Rating/Warnings: M. Panic attack. Puking. Very fluffy though.
Bonus: Yup.
Word Count: 1,000 words.
Summary: Wei Wuxian goes looking for his brother, only to find an empty office. Their sister has some answers. Lan Zhan has the rest.
“A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian blew into Jiang Cheng’s office with all the enthusiasm of a stoned bull squeezing into a dollhouse.
Except Jiang Cheng wasn’t in his office.
The lights were off. Everything was tidy and squared away. No flashing messages on his monitor, no precarious piles of paperwork stacked on the actually decent-sized desk. No line of beleaguered middle-managers waiting just outside the door to pounce on Jiang Cheng if he so much as sneezed.
Wei Wuxian stepped outside, read the door, and stepped inside. Jiang Cheng’s office. No Jiang Cheng.
He checked his own wrist. The exquisite (and already scuffed) watch Lan Zhan had gotten him showed the time, date, prominent constellations, and magnetic north.
All signs pointed to the fact Jiang Cheng was supposed to be here. Nine on a Monday morning; Jiang Cheng should be five cups of coffee and two tie changes into a new week, putting out fires and wrangling morons. That was how every Monday had gone since the Jiang siblings had hired on to the Jin mega-corporation.
Wei Wuxian ran a hand through his hair and sat himself down behind the freakishly well-organized desk. Jiang Cheng’s desk always looked like a landmine of patent law and encyclopedias had gone off on it. Wei Wuxian was starting to feel like he was in some sort of alternate dimension. Some liminal space that didn’t actually exist without Jiang Cheng in it. He was about to be trapped in one of those shadows that sometimes appeared in the corner of someone’s eye.
He called his brother's cell from his brother’s work phone. No answer.
He called Jiejie, who answered.
“A-Cheng is missing!” Wei Wuxian shrieked, unable to contain himself. Yes, their sister had a lot on her plate but this was important! “His new office has been raided by the forces of feng shui!”
“A-Xian.” Jiang Yanli’s gentle voice held no rebuke. Perhaps some exasperation. But he didn’t understand why. “A-Cheng is on vacation. You remember. Two weeks starting today.”
“We were just off for months!” Wei Wuxian protested, wracking his brain for any knowledge of this so-called ‘vacation’.
They’d had plenty of time off after the accident. It was time to do something! To create a work of engineering and art so beautiful that Jin Guangshan cried real gold tears.
“A-Xian.” Some steel now, in that most loved voice. “A-Cheng and Nie Mingjue are going away for two weeks. To celebrate getting together. They told us all of this at dinner on Friday, remember?”
What had Wei Wuxian done on Friday? Breakfast with Lan Zhan. Work. Dinner with Lan Zhan.
Everyone else, of course. But it was really Lan Zhan that took up all of Wei Wuxian’s attention. Lan Zhan.
And the problem he’d come to talk to Jiang Cheng about, the pressure rating for the new valves in his experimental engine was inadequate. The valves melted when confronted with the combined forces of Wei Wuxian’s new synthetic flex-fuel and the laws of physics.
It had to be resolved. They couldn't melt!
“A-Xian. A-Xian.”
Wei Wuxian frowned into the phone. A-Jie sounded unhappy, now. Why?
His sister sighed. “A-Xian, it’s okay. A-Zhan is taking you away for a week, too. I’ve texted him to let him know where you are. I assume he’ll be worried when you don’t show up at the airport.”
“Airport?” Wei Wuxian swallowed. “I’m supposed to be at an airport?”
“A-Xian? Are you okay?”
Wei Wuxian threw up in Jiang Cheng’s pristine trash can. Lan Zhan wanted him to get on a plane? One he hadn’t designed himself?
He’d thought Lan Zhan loved him.
“A-Xian? Can you sit down for me, sweetie?” His sister asked. “It’s important.”
“I am sitting down, Jiejie,” he replied, not willing to stick her with something important on her own. “I’m in A-Cheng’s chair.”
“That’s good. Very good!” She sounded so relieved. He guessed she must be very upset. “A-Xian, I just realized, this is A-Cheng’s first time on a plane since the accident. And it isn’t even one of our planes. Should we be scared?”
Wei Wuxian swallowed around the gravel in his throat. He had to reassure Jiejie. “The Nies use the same service as Jin Guangshan. We all know he doesn't use anything but the best,” he managed to get out. “Besides that, A-Cheng will have made sure to check the plane’s maintenance logs and the pilot’s record before flying. He still does that! He did that when we were kids!”
Wei Wuxian found himself rolling his eyes. It was true, after all. Jiang Cheng checked and checked everything. And he wouldn’t let any information get away from him. Not after the accident.
“All you two have ever wanted to do was fly,” Jiang Yanli teased gently. “My brave little brothers, finding new ways to fling themselves through the sky at dramatic speeds.”
“Jiejie!” Wei Wuxian protested. “I am an artist! A genius! A creator! I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul!”
Her laughter lit something warm up inside him. The boulders in his throat, pressing on his chest, melted away like confection.
“Wei Ying.”
He looked up. Lan Zhan, his sweet Lan Zhan, stood in the doorway. The stern-faced man was dressed for leisure in sky-blue khakis pressed to perfection and a positively flirty button down beneath a matching sky-blue vest.
Okay really, Lan Zhan dressed the same no matter what he was doing or where he was. And he always looked at Wei Wuxian the same way. With little gold lights in his eyes and the tiniest curl to his lips.
Wei Wuxian suddenly didn’t care about anything else. Lan Zhan was breathtaking.
“I’m going to let you go now, A-Xian. I feel much better,” His sister said in his ear. “Thank you for talking with me.”
“Any time, Jiejie. I gotta go. Lan Zhan is looking at me like I’m his favorite flavor of ice cream.”
Her laughter was the last thing he heard as he hung up.
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