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[#175] Late Arrival (MDZS)
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Theme Prompt: Late Arrival
Title: Late Arrival
Fandom: MDZS, my beloved.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 / Nie Mingjue is a grump, a joke about deflowering towards the end.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Jiang Cheng's flight is delayed so he's running late. He walks into the house Nie Huaisang shares with his brother at exactly the wrong time, but it ends well.
Jiang Cheng breezed into Nie Manor with just a rolling suitcase and Daffodil; in her bright, shiny purple harness. They were three hours late, thanks to a delayed flight, but walked right into an argument anyway. Jiang Cheng didn’t catch what it was about, for which he was grateful.
It was always such a bummer to start off a working vacation, knowing exactly how he’d failed, before even arriving. The disagreement ended as soon as his hosts realized he’d arrived, fast enough to convince him he was the cause. So he waited, giving Daffodil the hand signal to be on her best manners.
“I think we’re out of time,” Nie Huaisang announced merrily, sticking his tongue out at Nie Mingjue, and ran over to Jiang Cheng with his hands outstretched in greeting.
Nie Mingjue, who had kept his back to the foyer this whole time, didn’t even turn around to greet the new arrivals. Not even to meet Daffodil. He just squared his shoulders and stomped away, disappearing up the stairs. Somewhere on the second or third floor, a door slammed.
Jiang Cheng took off his sunglasses and raised an eyebrow at Nie Huaisang, ignoring the outstretched hands. He wasn’t going to do the whole fashionista kiss-kiss-twirl thing when it was clear he wasn’t entirely welcome. He didn’t do that shit when he was welcome and Huaisang knew it.
“Don’t mind Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang sang, dropping down to greet Daffodil at a polite distance, one hand extended for inspection. “He’s a silly, grumpy bear, isn’t he? Yes he is. Just brimming with unrequited emotions, all pent up with pining like the stoic tsundere he is. Isn’t that right? He’s nothing like you, you sweet angel. If you were just tall enough to give good, strong bear hugs, I’d trade you for my da-ge in an instant, yes I would. I bet you aren’t so grouchy and I bet even if you shed, you dont lie and blame it on me. You couldn’t anyway, could you? Some of your fur is white. You’d have to own up to at least half of it, wouldn’t you, precious?”
Jiang Cheng held back a laugh as Nie Huaisang baby-talked Daffodil until she was sprawled in the fashion designer’s lap, begging for belly rubs and licking the make-up off his face. It was impossible to stay mad at a Nie, Jiang Cheng reflected. Even when they were really, really annoying. Even with all the practice he'd gotten at it, over the years, he couldn't quite manage it. Even now.
“What was Mingjue-ge's objection? My presence here in the house? Daffodil and I can get a hotel, you know. There are plenty of pet-friendly establishments with hot tubs, pools, spas, and so on,” he said instead, plopping down on the floor, right there on the cool marble of the foyer.
Daffodil went mad with glee. She scrambled back and forth between his lap and Huaisang’s, giving them each a kiss and pausing just long enough to get a belly rub before wiggling right over into the other’s lap like a giddy, fuzzy, eel. Nie Huaisang gave Jiang Cheng a beatific smile. That Daffodil promptly tried to lick off his face, ruining the effect. Huaisang didn’t even seem to notice.
“He doesn’t object to you being here at all. I promise,” the little, scheming schemer swore, drawing an x on his chest with one finger. “It’s just that I tricked him into modeling two whole ensembles for me and neglected to mention that you’re handling wardrobe until this morning.”
Jiang Cheng’s jaw dropped. “You mean I’m going to be up close and personal with Mingjue-ge, some of that while he’s naked while we get this show nailed down? Your outfits don’t leave room for a whistle between clothes and skin, let alone a panty line.”
“You may thank me whenever you feel so inclined,” Nie Huaisang said smugly, inclining his head in a regal manner. “Am I not magnanimous to those I favor?”
“But.” Jiang Cheng stared at his best friend, mouth agape and brow furrowed, dodging Daffodil automatically, as he scratched her belly. “Huaisang, he’s your brother you love him more than you love Beyoncé and Dior.”
Nie Huiasang nodded, dropping the mirth and the regal air. “Da-ge has been my person since I was born, Jiang Cheng. So trust me when I say that if it wasn’t you and if I didn’t know you loved him just as much as he loves you, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near him. But I trust you. You would never hurt him.”
“Of course not,” Jiang Cheng breathed, the very idea anathema. “But Huaisang-”
Nie Huaisang cut him off. “Look, if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. But Da-ge hasn’t dated anyone, hasn’t even had a fling, as far as I can tell, since that mess with the Jin.”
“That was ten years ago.” Jiang Cheng finally corralled Daffodil, tucking her head under his chin and bundling her into his lap. She settled instantly.
“Which only leaves him two outlets. Work and fussing over me.” Nie Huaisang gave Jiang Cheng the expression of a long-suffering younger sibling. “Guess how well that’s going.”
“He’s like a hen with one chick, huh?”
“It’s not just that, Jiang Cheng, and you know it.” Nie Huaisang pouted at him.
“You don’t want him to work himself to death but you also want to deflower your precious Mo Xuanyu without Mingjue-ge offering pointers or practical advice?” Jiang Cheng hazarded, putting into words what he’d been trying to leave unspoken.
He was instantly rewarded with a piercing shriek that sent Daffodil howling. Jiang Cheng fell over backwards, he was laughing so hard. Which left him helpless to both Daffodil and Huaisang. He wasn’t sure, his eyes were blurry with the tears that came from crying due to laughing so hard, but he thought he saw Nie Mingjue staring down at scene they were making, with a small, indulgent smile on his face.
Theme Prompt: Late Arrival
Title: Late Arrival
Fandom: MDZS, my beloved.
Rating/Warnings: NC-17 / Nie Mingjue is a grump, a joke about deflowering towards the end.
Bonus: Yes
Word Count: 1,000
Summary: Jiang Cheng's flight is delayed so he's running late. He walks into the house Nie Huaisang shares with his brother at exactly the wrong time, but it ends well.
Jiang Cheng breezed into Nie Manor with just a rolling suitcase and Daffodil; in her bright, shiny purple harness. They were three hours late, thanks to a delayed flight, but walked right into an argument anyway. Jiang Cheng didn’t catch what it was about, for which he was grateful.
It was always such a bummer to start off a working vacation, knowing exactly how he’d failed, before even arriving. The disagreement ended as soon as his hosts realized he’d arrived, fast enough to convince him he was the cause. So he waited, giving Daffodil the hand signal to be on her best manners.
“I think we’re out of time,” Nie Huaisang announced merrily, sticking his tongue out at Nie Mingjue, and ran over to Jiang Cheng with his hands outstretched in greeting.
Nie Mingjue, who had kept his back to the foyer this whole time, didn’t even turn around to greet the new arrivals. Not even to meet Daffodil. He just squared his shoulders and stomped away, disappearing up the stairs. Somewhere on the second or third floor, a door slammed.
Jiang Cheng took off his sunglasses and raised an eyebrow at Nie Huaisang, ignoring the outstretched hands. He wasn’t going to do the whole fashionista kiss-kiss-twirl thing when it was clear he wasn’t entirely welcome. He didn’t do that shit when he was welcome and Huaisang knew it.
“Don’t mind Da-ge,” Nie Huaisang sang, dropping down to greet Daffodil at a polite distance, one hand extended for inspection. “He’s a silly, grumpy bear, isn’t he? Yes he is. Just brimming with unrequited emotions, all pent up with pining like the stoic tsundere he is. Isn’t that right? He’s nothing like you, you sweet angel. If you were just tall enough to give good, strong bear hugs, I’d trade you for my da-ge in an instant, yes I would. I bet you aren’t so grouchy and I bet even if you shed, you dont lie and blame it on me. You couldn’t anyway, could you? Some of your fur is white. You’d have to own up to at least half of it, wouldn’t you, precious?”
Jiang Cheng held back a laugh as Nie Huaisang baby-talked Daffodil until she was sprawled in the fashion designer’s lap, begging for belly rubs and licking the make-up off his face. It was impossible to stay mad at a Nie, Jiang Cheng reflected. Even when they were really, really annoying. Even with all the practice he'd gotten at it, over the years, he couldn't quite manage it. Even now.
“What was Mingjue-ge's objection? My presence here in the house? Daffodil and I can get a hotel, you know. There are plenty of pet-friendly establishments with hot tubs, pools, spas, and so on,” he said instead, plopping down on the floor, right there on the cool marble of the foyer.
Daffodil went mad with glee. She scrambled back and forth between his lap and Huaisang’s, giving them each a kiss and pausing just long enough to get a belly rub before wiggling right over into the other’s lap like a giddy, fuzzy, eel. Nie Huaisang gave Jiang Cheng a beatific smile. That Daffodil promptly tried to lick off his face, ruining the effect. Huaisang didn’t even seem to notice.
“He doesn’t object to you being here at all. I promise,” the little, scheming schemer swore, drawing an x on his chest with one finger. “It’s just that I tricked him into modeling two whole ensembles for me and neglected to mention that you’re handling wardrobe until this morning.”
Jiang Cheng’s jaw dropped. “You mean I’m going to be up close and personal with Mingjue-ge, some of that while he’s naked while we get this show nailed down? Your outfits don’t leave room for a whistle between clothes and skin, let alone a panty line.”
“You may thank me whenever you feel so inclined,” Nie Huaisang said smugly, inclining his head in a regal manner. “Am I not magnanimous to those I favor?”
“But.” Jiang Cheng stared at his best friend, mouth agape and brow furrowed, dodging Daffodil automatically, as he scratched her belly. “Huaisang, he’s your brother you love him more than you love Beyoncé and Dior.”
Nie Huiasang nodded, dropping the mirth and the regal air. “Da-ge has been my person since I was born, Jiang Cheng. So trust me when I say that if it wasn’t you and if I didn’t know you loved him just as much as he loves you, I wouldn’t let you anywhere near him. But I trust you. You would never hurt him.”
“Of course not,” Jiang Cheng breathed, the very idea anathema. “But Huaisang-”
Nie Huaisang cut him off. “Look, if it doesn’t work out, it doesn’t work out. But Da-ge hasn’t dated anyone, hasn’t even had a fling, as far as I can tell, since that mess with the Jin.”
“That was ten years ago.” Jiang Cheng finally corralled Daffodil, tucking her head under his chin and bundling her into his lap. She settled instantly.
“Which only leaves him two outlets. Work and fussing over me.” Nie Huaisang gave Jiang Cheng the expression of a long-suffering younger sibling. “Guess how well that’s going.”
“He’s like a hen with one chick, huh?”
“It’s not just that, Jiang Cheng, and you know it.” Nie Huaisang pouted at him.
“You don’t want him to work himself to death but you also want to deflower your precious Mo Xuanyu without Mingjue-ge offering pointers or practical advice?” Jiang Cheng hazarded, putting into words what he’d been trying to leave unspoken.
He was instantly rewarded with a piercing shriek that sent Daffodil howling. Jiang Cheng fell over backwards, he was laughing so hard. Which left him helpless to both Daffodil and Huaisang. He wasn’t sure, his eyes were blurry with the tears that came from crying due to laughing so hard, but he thought he saw Nie Mingjue staring down at scene they were making, with a small, indulgent smile on his face.
Jiang Cheng is, in fact, the best!!! He deserves Daffodil, who a good girl!
(There's a thing among Jiang Cheng's fans where we give him pet dogs with flower names. In canon, when he was very young, his father gave away his three puppies without even letting him say goodbye. They were named Jasmine, Little Love, and Princess. They were also the only gift his dad ever gave him.
The fact that fan-writers very often give him his dogs back is one of my favorite Jiang Cheng-specific tropes. He deserves all the doggos!)
Re: Jiang Cheng is, in fact, the best!!! He deserves Daffodil, who a good girl!