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eleanorfenyxwrites · 9 months

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Outta Time

So @littlesmartart and I discovered that we both love Orville Peck, and I decided it might be nice to write Western Cowboy shit that isn't the Brokeback Mountain AU so here's this 😂 Inspired by Orville Peck's song 'Outta Time' from the album Bronco (Jess came up with the plot, I wrote it, and she's drawn art to go along with it for the visual that's directly inspired by the song [and that was all I had in mind for this before she came up with the plot lol]!)

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It was, perhaps, foolishness on Meng Yao’s part to think that Huaisang was telling him nothing but the unvarnished truth when he’d invited him to head out West with him for a luxury vacation, set to last the entirety of their summer break.

“It’ll be like one of those fancy retreats silly rich people go on!” he’d insisted (as if he isn’t mind-bogglingly ridiculous and wealthier than Meng Yao could ever hope of being [considering he’s only just recently been forced to accept he’ll never see a single iota of his father’s support, emotionally or financially]). “Trust me!”

Mistake number 1 had been saying, “Alright A-Sang, I trust you.”

Mistake number 2 : being a man of his word.

Within a month of receiving Huaisang’s invitation, summer arrives with rolling peals of thunder heralding oppressive humidity and swarms of mosquitos. Meng Yao, a man of his word as stated, dutifully packs most of his belongings into a suitcase that weighs far less than the upper limit of the airline’s luggage weight restriction and navigates the pair of them through the airport with minimal stress, mainly thanks to not allowing Huaisang to be in charge of anything at all.

He chats with Huaisang on and off throughout their flight to keep himself distracted from the fact that he’s leaving behind everything he’s ever known to spend three months in the middle of bumfuck nowhere at his only friend’s brother's ranch, which Huaisang had only told him the full truth about yesterday, after it was already far too late to gracefully back out. Meng Yao’s promised luxury vacation destination is apparently in actuality a cattle ranch that Huaisang’s brother apparently runs mostly to keep himself in shape and avoid the stress of city life that had given him a heart attack at the ripe old age of 27 a few years back. (It is, by far, the weirdest ‘so I have this older brother’ story that Meng Yao has ever heard.)

“So this brother of yours –” Meng Yao finally caves and asks about an hour before final descent.

“Uh-huh?”

“He just…up and left New York. For Montana?”

“Yep,” Huaisang pops the ‘p’ and flicks to the next page in his magazine, unbothered, “After his heart attack he said he wanted to see some mountains and get some actual fresh air if he was just going to die soon anyway, it really dramatic and maudlin, which he never is, I was so proud. Only it turns out it was exactly what he needed to not die, so after a while he decided he would just stay out there for good. He bought the house and the land and some horses to give himself something to do besides stare at the sky all day, and then he was still kind of bored so he bought some cattle.”

Naturally. As one does.

“And now he’s…a cattle rancher. From New York City.”

Huaisang laughs and finally looks up from his magazine to smile at Meng Yao like ‘oh you sweet little thing’ in the way Meng Yao kind of hates, but Huaisang does it to everyone so he can’t really take too much offense.

“Yes, Yaoyao, you’ll understand when you meet him! Da-ge’s never really been a city guy, not like us. It suits him much better to be out here, especially since his best friend moved out here to help him out. Xichen-ge treats it like a meditation retreat but with a lot more mucking out stalls. He says even that part’s therapeutic, but I’m just going to take his word on that one, ‘cause ew.”

“Uh-huh.”

Huaisang leaves him to consider just what the hell he’s gotten himself into for the rest of the flight, and then they’re navigating their way (ridiculously easily) through the rinky-dink airport hardly bigger than a parking garage, the sky beyond the terminal windows blue blue blue where it stretches on forever in every direction.

“Da-ge!”

Meng Yao barely manages to snag Huaisang’s duffel when his friend flings it off his shoulder to go sprinting across the 3-carousel baggage claim, the fastest Meng Yao has ever seen him move. It’s a distinct relief that Meng Yao can use juggling their bags as an excuse to approach at a much more respectable pace; he needs the extra time to truly digest what he’s seeing.

Huaisang, as a former-model-turned-fasion-designer who happily calls himself a fruit at every opportunity, is one of the daintiest men Meng Yao has ever met. He’d even go so far as to call him a dandy, if pressed, and fully supports his friend’s decision to call himself every ‘emasculating’ label under the sun with obvious relish. He can’t deny that at least some of his confusion as to his best friend’s mysterious older brother’s chosen lifestyle stemmed from picturing someone like Huaisang, if perhaps a little taller.

He’s not confused anymore.

The man who catches Huaisang midair and swings him in a circle before setting him back on his feet would never be asked to grace the runways of New York — not because he isn’t beautiful enough to make Meng Yao’s fingers twitch for his camera to capture the way the sun cuts across his weather-tanned face, but because no one has ever heard of a fashion model who was roughly 6’7” and perhaps 300 pounds of solid, clearly functional muscle.

Huaisang’s brother towers over everyone else in the building that Meng Yao can see (and he can see most of them, re: rinky-dink airport in the middle of bumfuck Montana), and when he looks over the heads of the few people between Meng Yao and the exit their eyes lock instantly.

“A-Sang, be nicer to your friend,” Meng Yao can hear from here, a bass rumble that Does Things to his chest. “Go get your bag, don’t make your guest carry your shit or he’ll think I never taught you decent manners. Go on.”

Huaisang flutters back over and takes his bag with an unapologetic grin. Meng Yao finishes taking the ten-odd steps necessary for the brother to stick his hand out with a wry little smirk and say, “Hey, I’m Mingjue.”

“Meng Yao,” he replies and slides his hand into Mingjue’s dry, work-calloused palm.

“Welcome to big sky country, A-Yao,” Mingjue replies with a widening smile, a flash of straight white teeth and a dimple hiding under his mustache, and Meng Yao regrets to say that he’s thoroughly fucked.

–//–

The land unfolds around them as they drive down straight roads at an almost leisurely pace through miles and miles of…nothing.

Not nothing, Meng Yao supposes, but long gone are the corridors of towering skyscrapers, the lingering miasma of so many people living together in tight quarters, everyone building up up up to stack ever-more people into the same few square miles. Meng Yao understands, suddenly, why Mingjue had come here and stayed. He doesn’t think he has it in him to eschew all the conveniences of New York City for the open country, but someone like Mingjue seems like the type to appreciate having the space to…expand. To be bigger than life and have the room to do it in. He certainly feels larger than life at the moment as he details for Huaisang all the comings and goings on the ranch since he’d last visited, as he talks about the horses and his cattle and the monsoon rains they’d apparently only just missed that had finally turned everything summer-green.

Meng Yao sits on the bench seat of Mingjue’s beat up old pickup truck and watches the sparse scattering of fluffy white clouds drift over more sky than he’s ever seen in his life and he gets it.

He hasn’t gotten nearly enough of his fill of marveling (subtly) over the view by the time they pull off the road onto a dirt road that Huaisang tells him is actually Mingjue’s driveway, but he contents himself with the knowledge that they’re here for three months, he’ll have plenty of time to appreciate the view later. They rattle over a few metal grates Mingjue explains are cattle guards to keep the animals from escaping the ranch should they manage to break out of their pastures, and Meng Yao isn’t a child so he doesn’t exclaim about how fucking huge the cattle are some distance away from the road where they’re grazing (but he certainly rethinks his half-baked desire to see them up close anytime soon).

“Home sweet home,” Mingjue announces when they reach the end of the lane after another mile or two and opens his door with a creak. Meng Yao leans forward to look up at the house through his lashes and must not be able to control his expression as much as he’d prefer as Huaisang chuckles at him a little, nudging him in the side with his pointy little elbow.

“Told you it was nice,” he chirps and slides across the seat to get out on the driver’s side. “Da-ge be careful!” he trills, his nervous fretting muffled as he scurries around to the bed of the truck. Meng Yao doesn’t pay attention to their bickering or the scuffle of hard-soled boots on dirt, though his attention is snagged at least a bit by the sound of Mingjue laughing at whatever he’s just done to make Huaisang whine at him.

The house is beautiful, is the thing. Somehow he hadn’t thought that it would be, perhaps owing to how many times he’s listened to Huaisang complain about his brother’s lack of taste for anything even remotely fashionable. He should really stop assuming things about Mingjue, he supposes, considering he’s currently scored 0 for 2, and he hates to lose.

He gets out of the car, finally, to better appreciate white-washed wood paneling just beginning to show hints of weathering, blue shutters clearly freshly painted the same shade of the sky overhead with the front door painted to match. There are rocking chairs on the wraparound porch, clearly well-loved if the flattened, sun-faded cushions on them are anything to judge by, positioned to face west. He has a sudden mental image of Mingjue sitting out here in the evenings to watch the sunset over the mountains looming in the distance and has to shake himself all over once (discreetly) to keep from sticking himself in the chair next to him in this little pastoral fantasy. That’s just making it weird.

“You want the grand tour or you wanna settle in?” Mingjue asks; Meng Yao doesn’t jump to find himself standing next to his host he hadn’t heard approaching, but he does feel suddenly…shy in a way he’s definitely not used to. He tilts his head enough to squint up at Mingjue, the sun too bright in his eyes, and finds to his dismay that he’s still just as handsome as he’d been an hour ago.

“I want you to give him the tour!” Huaisang calls from where he’s petting a horse (an actual horse, but are they supposed to be that tall??) that’s come up to the fence at the other end of the front yard, such as it is, to duck down and nose at Huaisang like an old friend.

“I don’t care what you want, you little brat,” Mingjue calls back. “And don’t you dare give that beast whatever candy you’ve got in your pockets, do you know how long it took to train him out of biting people who didn’t give him any after you left?!”

Meng Yao hides a smile behind his hand and finds himself mostly glad that there’s someone else around now to be the recipient of Huaisang’s incessant whining when he’s really putting on a performance. He clears his throat a little and schools his expression back towards pleasant neutrality when Mingjue looks down at him again, clearly unwilling to entertain his brother’s antics a moment longer than necessary.

“I think I’d like to settle in first,” he allows himself to say, and is perhaps mildly startled when Mingjue doesn’t question it, when he simply nods and lets Meng Yao be that tiny bit selfish.

“Come on in then, your room’s upstairs.”

Meng Yao follows Mingjue inside out of the sun and finds himself surrounded by an eclectic mix of antiques and modern minimalism; framed photos and bric-a-brac piled up in out-of-the-way corners of sleek monochrome shelves hemmed in on every side by enormous, dense furniture of the sort that reminds him of a time at least half a century ago, if not longer. The result is antiquated in a charming way with enough touches of modernity that he doesn’t think Mingjue is necessarily out of touch, just pragmatic about his home. If something old will still do, why replace it? It’s a mentality Meng Yao can appreciate, and he finds himself smiling a little again as he trails behind Mingjue up the stairs and down the short hallway to the room in the back corner.

“Here you go,” Mingjue says and slings both Meng Yao’s and Huaisang’s bags off his shoulder, which is precisely when Meng Yao realizes he’d been carrying their luggage in one hand like it weighs nothing. He notices it, allows himself two seconds to admire it, and promptly tucks that little tidbit away for future consideration. Later.

“I’ll be around, just holler if you need anything. I’m sure A-Sang will be in to bother you once he’s finished saying hi to the herd, I’ll let you enjoy the quiet while you’ve got it.”

“Thanks, Mingjue,” Meng Yao says with a smile, and it might be a moment of wishful thinking, or just his imagination, but he swears he sees Mingjue’s gaze drop to his mouth for a beat too long before the man nods and retreats. Meng Yao has no way to know if the flush on the back of Mingjue’s neck is from the sun or, maybe, something else.

–//–

Huaisang does come inside eventually, and though he has his own unpacking to do Meng Yao isn’t surprised at all when his friend comes to his room first to flop onto his bed and promptly make himself at home to start bugging him.

(He wouldn’t want or expect anything different.)

As Meng Yao hangs up shirts and trousers with far more care than they probably need, Huaisang regales him with stories from other trips to the ranch and a quick run-down of the personalities of the horses Mingjue keeps, both his own and some he boards for others who can’t keep their own animals for whatever reason. Meng Yao makes enough leading, noncommittal noises to keep his friend chattering as he settles in, though the chatter becomes decidedly less pleasant as far as background noise goes when Huaisang starts talking about getting Meng Yao to socialize.

Within moments it’s clear he already has a plan on how to do so, because of course he does, and of course it’s some stranger’s houseparty where Meng Yao will know absolutely no one at all.

“Absolutely not, Huaisang,” he says tartly, but of course Huaisang only takes that as an invitation to persuade him.

“This isn’t like parties back home, A-Yao, I promise!” he wheedles. Meng Yao just goes on unpacking his meager belongings into the antique dresser in the corner of his room that holds a window overlooking the equipment-littered space between the back porch and the horse barn, and he very pointedly does not rise to Huaisang’s bait. He’s still not immune to his best friend’s cajoling and they both know it, but he feels the need to deny him a little longer for the sake of his pride, if nothing else.

“Nothing here is like home, Huaisang, your argument is invalid,” he replies blithely and debates the merit of hanging his undershirts in the too-big closet with the rest of his clothes, rather than folding them up into a too-big drawer where they’ll just look sad on their own.

“Okay point taken, but seriously! You’ll have a nice time, it’ll be chill, I swear. Xichen-ge is coming, and he never goes anywhere things will get out of hand!”

A party tempting enough to interest Huaisang is typically guaranteed to be anything but ‘chill’, he doesn’t point out, but…well. Meng Yao had just said it himself — nothing here so far is like what they’ve come from, maybe Huaisang’s different here too. Maybe a party’s really not such a bad idea. And if it is, Mingjue, having already overheard Huaisang mentioning the party on his way past Meng Yao’s room with a load of clean laundry in his arms, has already made it very clear that he’s happy to either loan them his truck for the night or else drive them himself. Considering Meng Yao has no interest in drinking so much he wouldn’t be able to drive (because he, unlike his best friend, is a very functional city gay who can drive, thank you very much) it’s a guaranteed exit strategy, should he feel the need to escape.

Meng Yao ignores Huaisang’s pleading eyes for a few moments longer simply for the fun of it as he slides his undershirts onto clattering plastic hangers, and only smiles once his back is turned as Huaisang shouts his delight when Meng Yao sighs, “Well…I guess I’ve got nowhere better to go.”

–//–

This time, Huaisang did tell him the unvarnished truth.

It’s clear from the moment they pull up in the warm violet twilight that this party is nothing like the ones they frequent back home. It’s in someone’s actual house, for one, which he supposes isn’t too strange when not being hosted in a city made entirely of apartments and highrises, but the house itself is in the middle of a giant patch of…nothing. It’s just a house on a dirt lot full of pickup trucks in various stages of rusting, with lights strung everywhere possible on the wraparound porch (except that it’s not really a porch so much as it is a prefabricated metal roof over part of the patch of dirt and sparse grass ‘yard’). He’s pretty sure he even sees a barn lit up the same way some few hundred feet behind the house, but he can’t get a good look at it from here and decides to put it out of his mind.

“Let me know if you end up needing the truck,” Mingjue says over the sound of twanging guitar coming from someone’s massive speakers as they hop down (well he steps down out of the truck like he’s just crossing a threshold; Meng Yao and Huaisang are too vertically challenged to get down out of the thing without at least a little hop). “I’m gonna head in to grab a beer, you two want anything?”

“We’re good, da-ge!” Huaisang chirps, already eyeing up a cluster of guys all dressed nearly identically in tight jeans and threadbare flannels with the sleeves cut off and the resulting gaping holes fraying artlessly, with the main differentiating factor between them being if they’re wearing cowboy hats or baseball caps. Meng Yao glances between his options — Huaisang’s all-too-familiar thirsting over extremely lackluster men who don’t deserve him and Mingjue’s retreating figure carving a path through the crowd — and decides to take his chances with the latter, though he hangs back a little to give Mingjue space.

The house, when he steps inside, at least smells pretty much like what he’s used to at parties. Too many competing colognes and perfumes, the sticky sweetness of alcohol, and the haze of cigarette smoke are almost comforting like this, even as he promptly gets lost amongst the sprawling, dimly-lit rooms crowded with strangers nursing beers or chatting (read: feeling) each other up in dim corners. He finds a staircase in the middle of the house and uses it to orient himself as he wanders in several clockwise circles until he’s mapped out the living room, the den, the kitchen where he snags a beer from the 6’5” cowboy (he’s assuming he’s a cowboy based on the hat and the whole ‘house party on a farm in Montana’ thing) standing at the keg, the door to the back ‘porch’ that’s about as porch-like as the one out front, and an overcrowded room that seems to serve no purpose but to be a place to play beer pong.

He’s just circled his way back to the front door near the stairs once again when he finds his path blocked by someone turned away from him; someone broad and tall and wearing pale blue, which just seems like a mistake when any moment could end in spilled beer and flustered mopping up with a crumpled handful of napkins, perhaps even the removal of said shirt to get it in the upstairs bathroom sink to soak out the stain before it sets —

Alright so it’s been a while and a man has needs, especially when surrounded by ridiculously tall beefcakes on every side. Sue him.

Rather than spilling his shitty beer on this guy to see if he can get him to take his shirt off, Meng Yao clears his throat and taps the guy on his waist once, just the lightest touch of two fingers to body-warmed cotton, and the guy turns smoothly, an apology already on his lips.

“Oh, excuse me,” he says, hardly audible over the music jangling from the beer pong room. Meng Yao tilts his head back a bit — and then a bit more — to meet the guy’s gaze and he’s startled to find he’s also Asian. It takes him roughly three seconds to put two-and-two together when the guy smiles at him like he knows him and ducks down to talk a little closer. Meng Yao makes a conscious decision to stay very still to let him do it.

“Might you be Meng Yao?” he asks and Meng Yao can only nod dumbly. “Mingjue sent me to find you, would you like to come sit with us? Da-ge’s great for commandeering the couch at these things.”

Sitting down sounds great, Meng Yao thinks, especially when the crowd shifts enough for him to catch sight of the ratty old sofa in the living room to find Mingjue currently occupying it alone, manspread more than far enough to make it clear that no one else is sitting on that couch unless he invites them (and he doesn’t look like he’s in a particularly inviting mood).

“Are you sure?” Meng Yao asks, wary, but the man (who must be Mingjue’s best friend, Xichen) just smiles at him again and tips his head in that direction, gesturing vaguely with one of his bottles of beer as if for emphasis.

“Of course! Come on, you’ve had a long day of traveling and I wanted to apologize for not being able to meet you at the house this afternoon. Just sit with us for a while, we’ll introduce you around later if you want us to.”

Meng Yao finds it a pretty tough proposition to say no to so he just nods again and gestures with his own beer (in a stereotypical red Solo cup he’d been amused to receive) for Xichen to lead the way. It isn’t so far that Meng Yao worries about losing him in the crowd, really, but he doesn’t let that stop him from hooking an index finger through the center back belt loop on Xichen’s skin-tight jeans, ‘just in case’. Xichen simply smiles at him over his shoulder as they pass through the nearly-black front hallway and into the scarcely-brighter living room, red Christmas lights around the ceiling and the overhead bulb in the kitchen through the other doorway the only lighting for the entire room.

“Hey, there you are,” Mingjue says as they approach, and though he swings one knee closer to straight in front of himself to manspread a little less he leaves his arm slung casually along the top of the back cushions, reaching up with his free hand to snag the beer Xichen had brought for him and taking a swig of it as Xichen joins him.

On the opposite end of the couch.

Meng Yao hides behind a sip of his own flat beer quickly warming to room temperature as he contemplates the small (small) space between them and, between one disappointing sip and the next, decides he’s feeling reckless enough after a long day of new things and the freedom of traveling so many miles from home that he’s just going to go for it, and fuck the consequences.

Xichen slings his arm over the rest of the back of the couch, fingertips brushing lightly against Mingjue’s elbow where they overlap. Meng Yao sits down right in between them, settles in, and pointedly ignores the way the tired old couch springs squeak in protest of their combined weight and how he seems to pull the other two in like a magnet. It’s like gravity, centers of balance shifting and leaning inwards into his orbit, the pair of them bracketing him on either side, parentheses made of denim and muscle and smiling mouths that he pretends not to notice creeping closer as they keep finding excuses to lean in closer over the course of the next few minutes, not at all subtle. They drift in, in, in to talk to him over the music until they’re both practically kissing him on the cheeks just to be heard as they chat about nothing much at all.

Meng Yao finishes his beer and lets Xichen take the empty cup from him to set aside, and when he leans back in even closer than a moment before, Meng Yao offers him a coy little smile of the sort that’s weakened tougher men than Xichen seems to be and drops his newly-freed hand on his knee, mirroring the caress on Mingjue’s knee with his free hand on the other side.

It would be more than accurate to say that Xichen melts like butter — melts so obviously, in fact, that Mingjue laughs at him, hides it in Meng Yao’s shoulder, and seems to need no further excuse to just set up camp there so he can start nuzzling the tip of his nose into the crook of Meng Yao’s neck until he’s shivering pleasantly and feeling very much like the cat that got the cream.

Huaisang was right — this has never happened to him in New York, but he’s perfectly happy that it’s happening to him now.

–//–

Nie Huaisang isn’t the type to say ‘I told you so’ in so many words, mostly because he doesn’t actually say what he’s really thinking in the first place.

But if he were the type, he’d be saying it right now to anyone who would listen as he sips at a beer some jumped-up bull rider pressed into his hand with enough flustered used-to-be-definitely-absolutely-straight-but-now-he’s-confused flirting that Huaisang had given him an extra kiss or three to apologize for giving him a little sexuality crisis.

Maybe it’s weird for him to be so pleased to see his brother and his brother’s live-in-something tag teaming Huaisang’s own best friend, but, well. Meng Yao works way too hard for very little in return, and Huaisang thinks he deserves nice things. He’s certainly not immune to the ample charms of his brother’s farmer/rancher neighbors at least for a hazy summer, and he’d known that Meng Yao wouldn’t be able to resist either no matter how many fuck-off-I’m-totally-independent vibes he gives off when they’re back home.

Naturally if Meng Yao weren’t interested in sex Huaisang would leave him alone about it, but since he’s not he’d known perfectly well that there would be no resisting not one but two handsome men who could throw him over their shoulders as easily as they do bales of hay or sheep that need shearing. So, to that effect — the scene in front of him. Huaisang watches just long enough to see Xichen turn Meng Yao’s face to his with a gentle finger under his chin to coax him in for a kiss where they’re snuggled up all three together on the couch and then makes his escape to find his own fun for the night.

It’s already looking like it’s going to be quite the summer, and Huaisang basks in the pleasure of a plan well-executed with no one the wiser.

#the untamed fanfic #3zun #Modern AU #Orville Peck Cinematic Universe #officially the name of this universe (because there will definitely be more) lol #3zun but make them cattle ranchers because why not #Nie Mingjue #Meng Yao #Lan Xichen #Nie Huaisang

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r95irth · 1 year

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MODERN AU version of the music lesson scene.

NMJ would like to believe they are both drunk (they are not)

(I imagine NMJ being like aggretsuko in Karaoke singing metal like he's going to murder someone, while LXC and JGY are here to sing love song while watching at each other)

He never went to Karaoke with them ever again.

#3zun #modern au #mdzs #my art #Xiyao #NMJ being done with them on the sideline #i had fun with the red spot on JGY's forehead and sacred ribbon

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truly-morgan · 8 months

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[3ZUN wants JC but forgot an important detail]

3ZunCheng | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 09-01-2022

couple #3zun wants Jiang Cheng, but they somehow mess up along the way before getting there, making poor a-cheng feel like "of course, he is taken 😔 he wouldn't like me".

Lan Xichen is the first one to take an interest in Jiang Cheng after seeing him tag along when wwx comes to hang out (or by lqr words: bother) lwj.

He just easily falls for the smart young man. There is just something about him that he really loves.

So of course he tries approaching the young man. And it goes pretty good too! Sure Jiang Cheng was a bit unsure at first why someone like Lan Xichen would ever be interested in HIM, but he slowly warms up.

Soon they even hang out just for themselves, not just because he tags along with wwx and happens to be here. Jiang Cheng is just so happy that someone seems to like him back (because of course he had a crush on him, have you seen him!?).

He also gets to meet with Jin Guangyao and Nie Mingjue.

They both wondered what Lan Xichen kept talking about when he mentioned that cute boy he met. Nie Mingjue knew he was friends with his didi, but that was it. Maybe a story here and there coming from nhs.

but it doesn't take long to understand what lxc means, jc is pretty cute, especially when you praise him and he ends up all flustered because he enjoys the praise.

The two friends were also slowly also falling for jc's charms, wanting him to themselves too.

They would have been happy with lxc getting a new boyfriend for himself, but now they actually also wanted a piece of the little cute jc. if the young man would like it, they are happy to also love him.

And like this, everything was going so well in Jiang Cheng's opinion.

He made new friends who take good care of him, He is becoming a bit more confident now that he has people who don't always pin him against wwx and his crush seems to also be interested in him!

He even thought that he should try and tell lxc about his feeling!

But then his hopes of that got crushed.

They were going to watch a movie and had decided to first grab lunch in a cafe next to the cinema. He was early but assumed he could just get them a table. But he wasn't even in when he saw through the window lxc and jgy kissing at a table, looking as though they had been there for a little while already and having a date.

He wasn't sure what to do, not feeling comfortable at the idea of interrupting whatever moment they were having right now.

He was about to back out, only to bump into someone as he was turning around. He jumped a bit, apologising, only to hear a familiar voice calling out to him. Of course, he had bumped into nmj when he tried to flee.

"Are you alright?" he asked, frowning a bit worried because of jc's reaction. "Yeah, yes, I was just unsure this was the right place" jc lied with a slightly forced smile. There went his chance to run away.

He followed nmj inside, happy to see lxc and jgy were not all over each other again, sitting down with them. The afternoon ended up being a bit awkward for him, trying to still have fun. It was not their fault that he was the one who misunderstood lxc intentions.

at the movie he took a seat next to nmj on the side, making sure to leave lxc and jgy on the other side of nmj.

he couldn't stay with them afterwards though, feeling like he needed to just be alone to tend to his broken heart.

and from there little jc felt more distant from lxc, finding reasons not to be able to hang out if everyone was here, needing some time to just throw aside his feelings ("I get it, jgy is pretty and smart, I wonder bother him with my feelings").

"I don't get it! It feels like a-cheng has been avoiding me lately?! but I don't think I did anything wrong, everything was going smoothly, I was even going to confess to him!" lxc said, laying on nmj's bed.

"Maybe something happened, when did it all start?"

"Three weeks ago? When we went to the movie I think".

jgy hummed, trying to think of what could it be.

"Well, he did look a bit troubled before going to eat" nmj mentioned when he thought about it, "He looked about to leave when I got there.

it was as if he had seen something bad, but he said he was just unsure about the place".

jgy frowned a bit, before remembering what lxc and he had been doing. They had decided to have a little date to themselves just before going, being more openly touchy than usual.

"He saw us kissing," jgy said, turning to nmj, "Why did you never tell us jc had acted weird before joining us?! We thought he had come with you, not gotten there early".

nmj looked unsure, he hadn't thought something like this had happened, he hadn't known those two had decided to go full-on PDA when they knew jc was supposed to join them.

"Don't look at me like this, why hasn't either of you told him about us then? Would have cleared any possible misunderstanding"

With this, they decided it was probably better to tell Jiang Cheng about it. Maybe he wouldn't want to join them, or even just give them a chance to lxc, but it was better to try than see him sad because of a misunderstanding.

But little a-cheng is so hard to contact these days!! He kept being busy or awkwardly finding reason when they see each other. He still couldn't really face Lxc with his feelings knowing he is together with jgy 😔 He wants to be happy for them when they hang out, not feel like crying. He wants to be a good friend!

So 3zun needs to resort to trickery to get him to talk to them! And who's better to do so than Nie Huaisang who of course would *never* trick him, right?

And so he went for dinner with nhs to this new place he wanted to try, only to be abandoned by nhs the moment they got the private room where 3zun already was.

He wanted to go, but nhs made sure he couldn't get out ("I better get a good reward for this dage!").

He had no choice but to accept to sit down, looking nervous and awkward. Not to help none of the older men were saying anything either.

"Look, I think we need to make something clear" jgy finally started as he saw no one was talking. This had jc immediately shrink in his seat, feeling like he knew where it was going.

"There's no need to worry, I get it, I got my feelings all up, but I won't push it on anyone and I am really happy to know you have someone great with you" jc started, not feeling like having that kind of conversation.

"I-I just need a little bit of time to forget it all, it was my mistake, I won't-"

"You got it all wrong!" lxc quickly said, not wanting to see him blame himself again for something he didn't do.

"But... I saw you two kissing" jc said, looking puzzled, how could he get it wrong?

"It's true that I am dating xichen-ge" jgy said, only for jc to sink in his seat again, looking confused as to what they were saying, "But I also do date ming-ge" he added.

This only had jc looking even more confused and surprised, looking at the man sitting next to him.

He had nothing against this, if they were happy that was fine!! But how was it that he got it all wrong? That he was missing nmj in his equation? now this only meant lxc had two great boyfriends he couldn't even compare with.

"lxc is head over heels for you" nmj mentioned as lxc nodded, "He also wants to date you" he then added, making it clear that lxc was still very much interested in him /right now/.

"Is this true?" jc asked when he turned back to lxc, the man giving him a smile.

"Of course, I wouldn't lie to you about this, I really wanted to date you," he said.

"At first we were happy that xichen-ge found someone new to love," jgy said, "But then me and ming-ge also ended up falling for your cute little face and your charms and wanted to start dating you"

"But we understand if you only want to date lxc" nmj mentioned, "you clearly were flirting with him, not us".

This was quite a lot for jc to take in. Not only was the guy he loved also in love with him, but he also had two other great dudes (who were also boyfriends with his crush) loving him?!? how had he attracted the attention of so many successful young men?!?

He thought about it for a moment and got a bit flustered at the idea of being loved by these three people. Could he really?

"You don't need to give us an answer right now," lxc said with a smile, "You can think about it more if you need to".

"It's also okay if you decided to only choice lxc, or no one if this doesn't suit you either" jgy added. they didn't want to make it seems like he would be forced to date them if he didn't want to.

They had dinner all together, jc being curious about how all of this was working for them. it was pretty interesting to listen to, also gave him an idea of how it worked.

By the end of the night, he had already thought about it, grabbing lxc hands as they were getting out of the restaurant. He felt like if he didn't say it right now he wouldn't later and would only doubt himself and his choice.

"I-I would like to try it out with you three... if you do want me around," he said, looking nervous.

He was taken aback when he felt strong arms hug him, looking up at a smiling lxc. "Of course, we would love to," he said.

jc couldn't help but look towards jgy and nmj once lxc let go of him, seeing jgy come for a hug too, much more gentle than lxc had been. "We already said it, we also fell for how cute you are," jgy said, before also being surprised when another pair of strong arms came to hug them both at the same time. "We will make sure to love you so much you won't want to go away anymore and you won't have any more doubt about us" nmj assured him.

jc couldn't help but feel warm at the attention and how confident they sounded in this.

Maybe he was also good enough to have such great and wonderful boyfriends too.

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#tweet archive #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #3zuncheng #3zun #mingcheng #changyao #xicheng #nie mingjue #lan xichen #jin guangyao #jiang cheng #modern au #poly couple #misunderstanding #misscomunication #getting togheter

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eastofakkala · 1 year

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for 3zun:

Who sleeps in the middle?

Who proposes?

Oooooh, the OT3.

I bet Lan Xichen sleeps in the middle. Why? Because that means he can be the big spoon and the little spoon at the same time. Also, it's just that neither of the other two particularly want to. Nie Mingjue runs warm and overheats when he's at the center, while Meng Yao is afraid of being squished.

As for who proposes, none of them do. Lan Qiren has a meeting with them one day and informs them that they should get married, as they obviously make each other very happy. They can plan it or he will.

(For Xichen, who'd been afraid that his family wouldn't accept his courting two people, it is one of the best days of his life).

#3zun #Lan Xichen #Nie Mingjue #Meng Yao #Free cameo by Lan Qiren #These could be modern AU or a happier version of canon

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just-another-oikawa-kinnie · 8 months

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I was watching some Yuri On Ice and I started thinking about how much Victor actually reminds me of Lan Xichen! Imagine a modern au where the Lans are ice skating prodigies and the Nie are hockey stars.

Meng Yao’s mother had a short-lived skating career where hockey legend (🤢🤮) Jin Guangshan preys on her and leaves her pregnant and with a ruined career. Meng yao tried to join the Jin hockey teams but was refused and shamed, eventually coming to Nie Mingjue’s hockey place by complete accident and making his way up the ranks until he’s a starter on the Nie team.

Of course, this bliss couldn't last as their rival team, the Wens, sent Xue Yang to trip up NMJ and end his career. Meng Yao sees this and takes the hit instead, being sent right back to the bottom because of the injury. He breaks from the humiliation and messes with the skates of one of the Nie starters who'd always fucked with him, but gets caught out by a distressed and heartbroken NMJ who sends him away.

Meng Yao is devastated not only from his injury but even more so his now fucked relationship with NMJ. He meets LXC while he's trying to retrain his body at a rink in his hometown of Yunping. LXC helps him heal some of his wounds and teaches him figure skating while running from cruel tabloids.

I haven't figured out how the reunion would go but ill probably think of something, definitely 3zun endgame though

What do you think? Fic worthy? 🤔

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restingdomface · 2 years

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Meng Yao: *selfie shot of his blitzed out face in the middle of the club with Xichen and Mingjue on either side* ‘When that last shot tastes a lot like you’ll be feeding ✨stray kitties✨ in a half hour~’

*scene change to Meng Yao passed out in the middle of a colony of very confused raccoons he keeps feeding outside his apartment*

#cause I’m good yeah I’m feeling alright baby Imma have the best fucking night of my life and wherever it takes me I’m down for the ride #the grandmaster of demonic cultivation #the untamed #mdzs #incorrect mdzs #incorrect untamed quotes #3zun #meng yao #modern au #he’s a gremlin too but not enough people lovr gremlin him #NMJ and LXC LOVE gremlin him #he’s been banned from the main jin family residence like seven times for setting off alarms and giving his sperm doner heart attacks #he’s actively being paid not to come near his dad anymore lmao he’s a menace #he’s having the best night on the ground with his kittens

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kagamikoi · 1 year

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💚💙💛 Long story short, I drew 3zun as cats (picture below!) and then, i was thinking again about this modern AU where Lan Huan owns 3 cats and he cherishes them very much but his two bfs are just jealous of all the attention he gives to his cats but ofc it's not like they have choice anyway so in the end, all three of them take care of the cats ... and i swear i'm melting just thinking about them god 🤧

#mdzs #mo dao su zhi #mdzs modern au #3zun #3zun modern au #nie mingjue #lan xichen #jin guangyao #cats #cats drawing #my beloved ot3 #I JUST NEEDED AN HAPPY ENDING OK ???

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artsy-alice · 11 months

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☕️ #MayKofiRun23 Day 10 for @vergoftowels

...spreading the 3zun X Boba Agenda

#3zun #nie mingjue #lan xichen #jin guangyao #mdzs #mdzs modern au #MayKofiRun23 #(art)#(fanart)#(june2023)

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mostlikelytofangirl · 11 months

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Summary: Jiang Cheng returned from studying in another city to the news that his omega boyfriend was pregnant --the same omega boyfriend he intended to propose to. Now he could call Nie Huaisang his fiance and the other parent of their incoming child, and hardly anything could burst his little bubble of excitement and love for his future little family...

“It seems like you impregnated my little brother.” “I-it... it seems like I did. B-but I’m taking full responsibility!” “Good, he’s your problem now.” “Da-ge!”

Except their already existing families.

Relationships: Sangcheng, background 3zun, xuanli and wangxian.

Characters: Jiang Cheng, Nie Huaisang, Nie Mingjue, Lan Xichen, Meng Yao, Jiang Yanli, Jin Zixuan, Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, Yu Ziyuan, Jiang Fengmian, Jin Ling, Lan Sizhui, Wen Qing, Meng Shi.

Rating: T (swearing and sexual themes).

Hey, it’s-a me, the girl who said that her modern omegaverse AU was having a continuation and then took a year and a half in coming up with it :’D.

ANYWAYS, sequel to “Brother, don’t preach”, now about JC and NHS dealing with speedrunning adulthood, having a baby and a wedding to deal with on top of the stuff they were already supposed to deal with (working, studying, moving in together), and Not Helped At All by expectations and pressure from the people around them.

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ladysunamireads · 3 months

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Wangxian #♥#Wangxian #3zun #MDZS #⚣#⚔️#R:M #Modern AU #Magic AU #Angst #A:Osiesaur

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guqin-and-flute · 2 years

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The Dadliest Chat (3zun Group Text)--Modern 3zun raise Jingyi AU

[Modern 3zun Tag] [Ao3 series]

[This was a lot of fun and the first thing I have written in a WHILE, so I just let myself go for it and write whatever. Therefore the vibe is a little all over the map; slice of life, fluff, lil' bit of lemon, a bit of angst and trauma work, but mostly just sort of day in the life look at 3zun's group chat as fathers! A-Fu is about 10 months old in this.

CW: dirty talk, lemon (I'm leery of tagging more cause I don't wanna get flagged because Tunglr™, but they sometimes have adult convos over text, ya know?]

SATURDAY

<10:42 AM>

Xichen: Stupid bill?

Xichen: [sent picture]

Da-ge: spam

A-Yao: 👍

Xichen: 👍👍

MONDAY

<12:12 PM>

A-Yao: People are stupid

Da-ge: yep

Xichen: !! :( Are people being difficult at work? 💙

Da-ge: are zixuns being difficult at work

A-Yao: Yes

A-Yao: Need son pics, please

Da-ge: lol to up your blood sugar

Xichen: On it!

A-Yao: Something like that

A-Yao: ❤❤❤

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: [sent video]

Xichen: [sent picture]

Da-ge: !

A-Yao: My god

A-Yao: They’re like drugs

Xichen: Better? 💙🥰

A-Yao: Better than drugs, yes

Xichen: 😂 Not what I meant but I’m glad! I have so many more.

Da-ge: who won the fight

Xichen: 😂 He’s playing DRUMS in that picture, Da-ge.

Xichen: It’s his music class.

Xichen: We Lan eschew violence.

Da-ge: yeah

Da-ge: that’s why wangji almost took a chunk out of my thigh when he was a kid

Xichen: 😬

A-Yao: Hush, I’m basking

Da-ge: lol

TUESDAY

<9:56 AM>

Lan Xichen: [sent video]

A-Yao: Why does he sound like that? Is that normal?

Da-ge: gollum

Xichen: 😂

Xichen: I was thinking more sink drain, but that too!

A-Yao: Our son is not GOLLUM

Xichen: He’s started making that noise when he’s happy, A-Yao, it's alright! 💙 He does it especially when he looks at the tiger toy A-Yu got him. Or when he’s going to the bathroom.

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: he has your smile

Xichen: Not sure that’s possible, Da-ge😂

A-Yao: I actually agree with Da-ge

A-Yao: I think it's the eyes

Da-ge: yeah

Xichen: Hmm, well his mother's father's father was my father's cousin, I believe. Or second cousin, I can never rightly remember. Several branches off, we'll say.

Xichen: Maybe my father was the common link.

<2:27 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: I don't see it, really.

Da-ge: see what

Da-ge: whose that

Xichen: A similarity in our smiles.

A-Yao: Is that your father???

Xichen: Yes.

A-Yao: !!!!

Da-ge: i didnt know you had pictures of him

Xichen: I don't, I asked Wangji if shufu had ever shown him any. He was visiting him with Wuxian and A-Yuan today, so I suppose he found one.

A-Yao: Or Wuxian did.

Da-ge: snoop

Xichen: Well, maybe 😋 I didn't ask.

A-Yao: Hmm

A-Yao: People don’t always use their real smile for pictures

<3:04 PM>

Da-ge: ?

Xichen: Hm?

A-Yao: Are you okay?

Xichen: Yes? Why wouldn’t I be? 🤗

Da-ge: you went quiet

Xichen: 😉 I'm fine.

Da-ge: ??

Xichen: 😘 I'm fine.

A-Yao: Er-ge

Xichen: Truly, I'm fine! A-Fu and I are at the park.

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: 😍

Da-ge: ❤️

Da-ge: how did you get him to wear the sunglasses

Xichen: Patience and sweet potato puffs.

Xichen: He also threw them on the ground directly after the photo, so don’t praise me too much 😂

Da-ge: distraction

Xichen: ?

A-Yao: You’re cheating, Er-ge

Xichen: Cheating?? Cheating what?? How??

Da-ge: 🙄

Xichen: It was just odd to think I’ve never seen his real smile. I'm not even thinking about it anymore, I'm keeping A-Fu from eating sand! I can call you to prove it but really, it was just a thought. I'M FINE 💙

A-Yao: I'm bringing home eclairs from Jean’s

Xichen: 🤩🥰 A-Fu is EXCITED!

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: 😭😭

Da-ge: so fuckin cute

Da-ge: how are his cheeks so big

Da-ge: chipmunk cheeks

A-Yao: This one is going in the next batch I’m printing

Xichen: 🥰

Da-ge: we’re gonna run out of wall space by the time hes 1

WEDNESDAY

<5:17 PM>

A-Yao: Eggs

Rice

Okra

Coffee

Da-ge: ok ty

THURSDAY

<12:47 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: ❤

Da-ge: daww

FRIDAY

<8:24 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: I do not enjoy stepping on Cheerios, I’ve found. Whether wet or dry.

Da-ge: lol good luck

<9:17 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Oops 😬

Da-ge: well we were gonna give him a bath tonite anyway

A-Yao: How???????

A-Yao: It was on the counter!

Xichen: I was vacuuming after the Breakfast Cheerio Disaster and then I turn around and, well, plant down.

A-Yao: Did it fall on him??

Xichen: Nope! He just dug around in the dirt and remnants after he managed to pull it down.

Da-ge: kids are sturdy

Xichen: I don't understand how he can climb but can't walk yet???

Da-ge: monkey genes

A-Yao: Technically ape

Da-ge: 🙄

Xichen: 🙈

A-Yao: Where was that from again? That garden store downtown? I can pick up a new one omw home

Xichen: We might be able to repot it, they seem pretty sturdy. Maybe go pick up a hanging one this time, though?

Xichen: I'm just glad we made sure all the plants werj;/ abb noewlp

Xichen: Sorry, he slapped the phone out of my hand and it sent. We made sure all the plants were non-toxic if eaten or I'd be having a heart attack right now 😱

A-Yao: HE AUE IT?? ?

Da-ge: you didnt see the dirt in his mouth? kids put shit directly in there as default there’s no stopping it

A-Yao: IS HE OKAY???

Xichen: I called poison control even after looking it up online. Totally fine! There was only a little bit gone, after all.

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: See?

Da-ge: lol i was imagining cartoon bite marka but that makes more sense

Xichen: 😂 He doesn't even have teeth yet!

A-Yao: Is his tummy upset???

A-Yao: has he poop ed??

A-Yao: did they say we should feed him something or make him dirnk water or ???

Xichen: My love, he's COMPLETELY fine, I promise.

Xichen: Look!

Xichen: [sent picture]

Da-ge: tiny feet ❤️

Da-ge: cant stand that show tho

Xichen: Actually, I find it oddly soothing.

Da-ge: you had no tv growing up. huaisanf was addicted to fuckin telletubbies for AGES

Da-ge: gets old really fast

Da-ge: hate how they talk

Da-ge: youre still panicking aren't you ayao

A-Yao: No

Xichen: And what does WebMD have to say? 😂

A-Yao: …

A-Yao: That it’s nontoxic to humans and pets.

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: like he said

Xichen: 😂

A-Yao: I apologize for overreacting.

A-Yao: I wasn’t trying to question your competence.

Xichen: A-Yao, no! I didn’t take it that way!

A-Yao: It’s fine!

Xichen: I’m sorry, A-Yao, we shouldn’t have teased you when you were worried about A-Fu :(

A-Yao: It’s fine!

Xichen: Love, please pick up.

Xichen: A-Yao, please call me.

A-Yao: I'm fine! :)

Da-ge: bullshit

Da-ge: answer him or me you choose

A-Yao: I'm in a meeting.

Da-ge: i doubt that

Xichen: Please call me when you're out?

A-Yao: Maybe! My schedule is very full today. I'll try to remember.

Da-ge: don't fucking start that just call him

A-Yao: I'm in a meeting.

Da-ge: then promise to answer after

A-Yao: I’ll try to remember.

Da-ge: you don’t forget shit set an alarm to remember then instead of being a child

Xichen: Da-ge please that’s not going to help

Da-ge: its stupid if he’s going to have a problem with something we said and not fix it

Da-ge: just fucking tell us instead of the pasive aggressive shit

Da-ge: he knows that

Xichen: You know that’s not how it works. Please don’t do this here, just text me privately. A-Yao, we’re not talking about you behind your back

Da-ge: thers no other way TO talk to him when he does this

Da-ge: this can literally be over right now if he just answered his stupid phone

Xichen: Please stop. Call me.

<10:01 AM>

Xichen: No one’s angry with you, A-Yao 💙 You can call in your own time!!

<1:45 PM>

Xichen: I’m going to make some stir fry for tonight! 2 batches, one with meat and one without! Extra bamboo shoots! 😊😊😎 Any requests?

<3:32 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: A-Fu Baxia cuddle puddle 😴🐱👶🥰

<5:07 PM>

A-Yao: Im sorry

A-Yao: I was being stupid

A-Yao: I’m sorry

A-Yao: I wont do it again

Xichen: Shhh, call me, Da-ge came home early, we can all talk 💙💙💙💙

SUNDAY

<11:05 AM>

A-Yao: Why do stores rearrange everything so often??

A-Yao: Is this the right brand??

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: I think? Show me the back?

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: I think they just changed the packaging, it should still be the right one!

A-Yao: 👍

<2:43 PM>

Xichen: Can Huaisang still babysit tonight after A-Fu goes down?

Da-ge: he says yes

Xichen: Perfect!

<4:33 PM>

Da-ge: thought you two were going out for dinner? isnt that why you needed asang?

Xichen: Something happened with a last minute change to a contract and he has to go in to oversee changes, but I need to run some errands anyway, so I’ll take advantage of the expanded mobility 😂

Xichen: It’s surprisingly difficult to shop for baby clothes with a baby in tow.

Da-ge: sucks

Xichen: Yes, but there’s always next time!

MONDAY

<8:07 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: We love Papa’s breakfast!

Da-ge: ❤

TUESDAY

<12:18 PM>

Xichen: Da-ge, A-Yao came home with one of his headaches--I'm going to take A-Fu out so he can sleep and I'm putting his phone downstairs so he isn't tempted to use it. Can you check on him when you get home? 💙

Da-ge: I will

Da-ge: poor ayao ❤

Xichen: I know 😢 Love you!

Da-ge: love you both

Da-ge: let me know if i should bring something home

Xichen: Right now, I think he just needs some sleep for now, he caught it early instead of pushing through (for once)!

Xichen: Proud of you, A-Yao!

<8:57 PM>

A-Yao: ❤

WEDNESDAY

<11:34 AM>

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Da-ge: what is this shit

A-Yao: Ugh

Xichen: Sigh.

<2:04 PM>

Xichen: Look what just came on my photo roll!💙

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: Ahh, Da-ge in an apron, my favorite

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: i remember that day

THURSDAY

<6:41 AM>

A-Yao: [sent picture]

<7:25 AM>

Xichen: !!!!!!!!!!!

Xichen: A-Yao is so handsome 👀💙

Da-ge: love when you wear that one

Da-ge: it’s sexy

A-Yao: 😌

<7:40 AM>

A-Yao: Not overtly, right?

A-Yao: Not somehow inappropriate?

Da-ge: fuck no you just look good in a suit

<10:13 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Cousins at the library!

A-Yao: Ahh, A-Ling!!!

A-Yao: 😍😍

Xichen: A-Fu’s being very gentle!

Da-ge: good!

Xichen: I saw Mary there!

Da-ge: basoonist?

A-Yao: No, that’s Mari. Mary is the percussionist, curly hair, glasses, nose ring

Xichen: She says they miss me, which was very sweet.

Da-ge: still trying to get you back?

Xichen: I said I didn’t know when I’d be back as director, which is the truth!

Da-ge: you don’t have to apologize for anything

Xichen: I know 😊

Da-ge: mmm

SATURDAY

<4:55 PM>

Xichen: Will you be home for dinner, Da-ge?

Da-ge: no they moved my flight up

Xichen: We’ll miss you!! 😙

A-Yao: Fly safe! Do you have all your IDs and chargers? Do you have your meds? Did you get your motorcycle in for the scrape?

Da-ge: yea yea yea no

A-Yao: Should I have A-Su drive it in? She’s very responsible

Xichen: I didn’t know she rides motorcycles!

A-Yao: She got her license but doesn’t have a bike yet

Da-ge: nah it’s fine i’ll get to it when i’m back

Da-ge: leaving earlier means im only out for 4 days instead of 7

Da-ge: more meetings but

Xichen: Make sure to get lots of rest! Don’t burn yourself out.

A-Yao: Good!

A-Yao: [sent picture]

A-Yao: FuFu says “love you, Papa”

Da-ge: ❤

Da-ge: my boys

SUNDAY

<8:45 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Morning!

Da-ge: ❤

A-Yao: 😍

A-Yao: So cute

A-Yao: Also I love that braid, Er-ge

Da-ge: everything ok there?

Xichen: Going swimming-ly! 😉🏊‍♂️

Da-ge: lol

<7:02 PM>

Da-ge: how was the dinner with the all the jins

Xichen: Loud but good fun! A-Fu loved it.

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: I want to schedule them more regularly

<8:22 PM>

Da-ge: night

Da-ge: lov you

A-Yao: Poor sleepy Da-ge. Love you

Xichen: We love you!

MONDAY

<7:00 AM>

Xichen: ☕

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Da-ge: how did you know

Xichen: 😁 We are creatures of habit.

<6:11 PM>

A-Yao: Toilet’s doing that thing again

Da-ge: fuck

Da-ge: upstairs one?

A-Yao: Yep

Xichen: I’ll call the plumber but it’s late and short notice so 😬 We'll see!

<6:32 PM>

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: Little gremlin 🥰

Da-ge: adorable

<8:20 PM>

Da-ge: goodnight love you all

Xichen: Love you! Baxia misses her Papa and so does A-Fu! 💙 A-Yao’s making popcorn, he says ‘We love you, dream of us’ from the kitchen!

Da-ge: lol will do

Da-ge: hows the toilet

Xichen: We are taking care of it, focus on work! 💙

TUESDAY

<9:03 AM>

A-Yao: Can someone call

Xichen: You okay??

Da-ge: eating lunch whats up

A-Yao: Murder

Xichen: Ahhh 💙

Da-ge: are we coming up with scenarios or ar you

<12:24 PM>

Xichen: Honestly, why don't we bake bread more? The house smells SO good.

Xichen: 🍞

Xichen: I'm making honey butter! 🐝

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: A-Fu approved! 👍

Da-ge: ❤️

A-Yao: Hell day. Want fresh bread

A-Yao: Look at him

A-Yao: So cute

Xichen: I’ll have plenty for when you come home, love! 💙💙💙 I can always make more!

Xichen: I’ll make it again fresh when you get home, Da-ge!

Da-ge: yum

<9:18 PM>

A-Yao: ❤ Sleepy?

Da-ge: eh

Da-ge: a bit

Da-ge: why

A-Yao: Want to video call?

Da-ge: oh? wheres xichen?

A-Yao: [sent picture]

WEDNESDAY

<7:01 AM>

Xichen: Good morning! ☀☕

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: bet you slept good

A-Yao: Oh, he’s very pleased with himself. It was all his idea, actually

Da-ge: is he blushing

A-Yao: Yes, it’s very cute

Da-ge: lol ❤

<9:39 AM>

A-Yao: [sent picture]

A-Yao: ???

Xichen: 😂

Da-ge: wtf

<6:27 PM>

Da-ge: timezones suck

Da-ge: work trips suck

Xichen: 😟💙

Xichen: Need to talk?

Da-ge: just complaining

Da-ge: wanna go home

A-Yao: We all want you here

<8:00 PM>

Xichen: Goodnight, Da-ge. We love you and can’t wait to pick you up on Friday!

THURSDAY

<8:05 AM>

Xichen: Last day apart! Good morning! 🌈

Da-ge: thank fuck

A-Yao: I do not say this lightly, but I’m ready for the weekend

A-Yao: Can we go out to dinner somewhere when he gets back? That bistro place?

Xichen: 🤩 A wonderful idea.

<11:26 PM>

Da-ge: so fuckin horny

A-Yao: Oh?

A-Yao: Lonely, Da-ge?

A-Yao: Xichen fell asleep on the couch, here. I’m all alone in our bed

A-Yao: I can just imagine you there, in the dark, touching yourself

A-Yao: Did you hold back until you ached? Probably not, hm? You can be so impatient sometimes

A-Yao: Did you even get your pants off?

A-Yao: What were you thinking of? Or who?

A-Yao: Are you remembering our call together?

A-Yao: Xichen was magnificent, wasn’t he?

A-Yao: So were you

Da-ge: fjck

A-Yao: You know what? I’m going to call. I want to hear you

FRIDAY

<7:14 AM>

Xichen: Oh my 😏

Xichen: Good morning! ☀ Seems like you had fun last night!

A-Yao: Sometimes you miss out when you go to sleep at grandpa hour 🤷‍♂️😉

Da-ge: the mouth on you

A-Yao: You came so hard, too

Xichen: PLEASE no dirty talk when I have no recourse, the Backyardigans are not the right backdrop for this convo 😩

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: you just wait for tonight

Xichen: 😳

<12:13 PM>

Xichen: You emailed me the new gate information, yes?

Da-ge: ya

Da-ge: see you tonight ❤

<5:35 PM>

A-Yao: Here!

Da-ge: 15 minutes out

Da-ge: just landed

A-Yao: We’re by the vending machine

<6:44 PM>

Da-ge: diaper bag out of wipes

A-Yao: On it, there’s emergencies in the car

MONDAY

<6:16 AM>

Da-ge: i just saw the morherfucker scratched the door getting it in

Da-ge: couldn’t see it in the dark

<7:30 AM>

Xichen: ? Who? It?

Da-ge: plumber

Da-ge: toilet

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Xichen: Yikes, I must have missed that, I’ve been coming in the back.

Xichen: The plumbing company should cover it, right?

A-Yao: If you make it their problem enough, I’m sure they will. This is the right one, yes?

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Da-ge: yes

Xichen: Yes.

A-Yao: On it

<7:56 AM>

A-Yao: Idiots

Xichen: It’s not too terrible, it won’t be a problem. It’s not like we don’t have money!

A-Yao: No.

Da-ge: there he goes

A-Yao: It’s the principle of the thing, now

Da-ge: honestly agree

<8:11 AM>

A-Yao: Done. They’ll pay for whatever replacement or repair

Xichen: Ahh, persistent A-Yao saves the day! 🥳

<10:28 AM>

A-Yao: Omg call me when you're done with your appt, gege

A-Yao: I have stories about the assholes from music class

Xichen: A-Yao, they're BABIES 😆

Xichen: Was it A-Chi? They have a bit of a rivalry.

A-Yao: LANDON

Xichen: Ohh nooo! 😱 One second, I'm paying.

Da-ge: i've got 10 min before my meeting with the contractor

A-Yao: EVEN BETTER

Xichen: 👶🍵

Da-ge: wtf is that

Xichen: Baby tea!

A-Yao: I love you so much ❤

Da-ge: ???

Xichen: Ask Huaisang about it later! 😃 He will probably groan because I'm old and using slang 👴

Xichen: Calling now!

TUESDAY

<2:27 PM>

A-Yao: Do we have chicken at home?

Xichen: Nuggets but no breasts.

Da-ge: lol

A-Yao: I'm not going to grace that with a response. Chicken Parm for dinner?

Xichen: Yum!

Da-ge: works for me

A-Yao: A-Yu’s coming tonight with A-Yuan, remember

Xichen: Yes!

Da-ge: yep

WEDNESDAY

<1:02 PM>

Xichen: I feel terrible. I didn’t reapply the sunscreen on his neck well enough.

Xichen: Look.

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: I’m sorry. I’m going to run him an oatmeal bath and get aloe. I’m going to order him a sunhat right now. I won’t let it happen again.

A-Yao: Oh Er-ge, it happens, don’t feel bad

A-Yao: It’s not so bad, just a little pink!

Xichen: It will get darker. They always do.

Xichen: I was just reading about UVB and how our ozone is getting thinner and the rising rates. I should have been more diligent.

Da-ge: a little sunburn isn’t the end of the world xichen

Da-ge: hes gonna be fine

Xichen: It can give you melanoma.

Da-ge: hes literally 10 mo he’s not gonna get melanoma from 1 sunburn

Da-ge: asang once turned bright red like a lobster and he’s fine

A-Yao: Provisionally 😁

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Is that enough oatmeal, do you think? I added some honey as well, they say that it would help.

Da-ge: youre going to kill our pipes

A-Yao: ER-GE YOU’RE GOING TO STRAIN THAT BEFORE YOU DRAIN IT, YES??

Da-ge: ^

Xichen: I know.

A-Yao: Please don’t beat yourself up, it happens

A-Yao: We’ll all be careful and we’ll put aloe on him

A-Yao: Is he in pain?

Xichen: I don’t know. He seems alright. A little more cranky. He fell asleep on the way home from the splash pad.

Da-ge: sunburn can do that

Da-ge: you didn’t do anything wrong

Da-ge: its a fact of life and all kids will get sunburn

A-Yao: It’s his first one, it’s not going to hurt him

Xichen: We’ll go to the library and children’s museums this week instead to let it fully heal.

A-Yao: Alright, sweetheart, that sounds like a good plan ❤

<6:08 PM>

Da-ge: they said they dont carry those tongs anymore

Xichen: Drat.

THURSDAY

<10:02 AM>

Da-ge: why the fuck is this class called mommy and me

Da-ge: its weird

Xichen: 😂

Xichen: How heteronormative of them!

Da-ge: plus the kid isn't the one paying or driving

A-Yao: Marketing, probably, but I agree

Da-ge: lady is looking at me all confused

Da-ge: think she's trying to place me

Xichen: Mm, a bit old for a nanny? 😁

A-Yao: She's like 'there's GOT to be a mommy here somewhere…'

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: [sent picture]

A-Yao: 😍😍😍 His little butt!

Da-ge: he's so weird

A-Yao: He is not! He's perfect!

Xichen: All children are weird, A-Yao, it's alright 💙 Why is he upside down?

Da-ge: who knows

Da-ge: at the sand table now

Xichen: 😬

Da-ge: i’ll take the car to be vacuumed after

Xichen: 💙 Thank you!

A-Yao: FuFu likes the carwash with all the lights!

Da-ge: ok

FRIDAY

<5:43 PM>

A-Yao: Are we alright on fruit?

Xichen: Apples would be good!

<8:21 PM>

A-Yao: I’m going to be later than I thought, don’t wait up

Xichen: Drive safe!

SATURDAY

<10:39 AM>

Da-ge: [sent picture]

Da-ge: 👍👎?

Xichen: 👍👍👍👍👍👀

A-Yao: Holy shit

A-Yao: Buy that shirt right now

Xichen: Yes PLEASE, Da-ge! 🙏

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: well alright then

Da-ge: 😏

Xichen: I’m legitimately flustered right now, I can’t focus 😵

Xichen: I keep looking at this picture,

A-Yao: When are you coming home???

Da-ge: lol

SUNDAY

<9:37 AM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: Coolest kid in the grocery store 😎

A-Yao: 😍

A-Yao: This grout is fucking horrible

A-Yao: [sent picture]

Xichen: I’ll grab more of the heavy duty stuff, then.

Da-ge: youre both insane

Da-ge: lan qiren is not going to look at the grout

Da-ge: and the dinners not til wed

Xichen: To be fair to us, he very much will look at the grout.

MONDAY

<8:53 AM>

A-Yao: more watr pls

Xichen: 👍💙

<10:21 AM>

A-Yao: watrre pls

Xichen: 💙💙

<1:13 PM>

A-Yao: help

Da-ge: ??? ayao?

Xichen: All is well! Help getting up is what he meant 💙

Da-ge: hows he doing

Xichen: Not much better than how you left him, I’m afraid ☹

Xichen: He won’t let me cancel the dinner.

A-Yao: will be fin

Da-ge: get off the phone

Da-ge: and sleep

Da-ge: xichen you should confiscate his phone

A-Yao: using it 4 help

Da-ge: SLEEP

A-Yao: then stop txtin

Xichen: I scolded him very gently, but we should all let him get some rest 💙

<4:11 PM>

Xichen: Pedialyte and more painkillers and crackers, please!

Xichen: Oh, and maybe ginger ale?

Da-ge: ok ty

WEDNESDAY

<8:02 AM>

Xichen: I’m sorry I’m so behind on laundry, everyone.

Xichen: I should have been more on top of it.

Da-ge: its FINE

Da-ge: i still have like a weeks worth of boxers

Da-ge: youve been taking care of ayao and afu

Xichen: I kept meaning to get to it.

Da-ge: srsly

Da-ge: your shufu isnt going to even be in our room he’s not gonna know about what laundry you did or did’t do

Xichen: It’s not about that.

Da-ge: it is tho

Da-ge: xichen

Da-ge: what are you doing

Xichen: Cleaning the kitchen, why?

Da-ge: you already did that

Da-ge: can you just chill out for a bit?

Da-ge: call over asang or asu or yanli and go out for a bit on your own

Xichen: I don’t want them to get sick.

Da-ge: ayao overworked himself

Da-ge: you know his immune thing

Xichen: I’m fine, I don’t need them to come over! 😊

Da-ge: im rolling my eyes so hard at you rght now

Da-ge: did you eat?

<9:27 AM>

Da-ge: xichen did you eat

<10:11 AM>

Da-ge: answer your phone

Xichen: Sorry! I left it in the family room while I washed windows! Calling now!

THURSDAY

<9:43 AM>

Da-ge: i’m glad we’re all sane again

A-Yao: 🙄

Xichen: Don’t pick fights, you two 😂

Da-ge: mm

<12:20 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

Xichen: So sleepy 💙

A-Yao: He’s SO cute

A-Yao: Is he going to think we’re creepy when he’s older?

Da-ge: ???

A-Yao: We have so many pictures of him sleeping…

Xichen: 😂

<5:04 PM>

A-Yao: I have to work late, rain check on the soup?

Xichen: Oh.

Xichen: Of course! See you when you get home 💙

A-Yao: I’m sorry ☹

Xichen: It’s alright! It happens.

Xichen: Love you.

A-Yao: Love you, too 💙

Da-ge: again??

SATURDAY

<11:31 AM>

Xichen: Oh, turns out we don’t have Draino! We need some, please.

A-Yao: 👍

SUNDAY

<4:19 PM>

Xichen: Poor Da-ge is crying at The Fox and the Hound 💙😭

A-Yao: Oh, that one is BRUTAL

Xichen: Lilo and Stitch levels of crying.

A-Yao: Hug him for me ❤️

MONDAY

<10:29 AM>

Xichen: A message from your son!

Xichen: irriOydristI

Xichen: Rogzkgz,lgsoycllydglci k🙁🤐s

Xichen: s😖d😒d🛌xx🦋🐙s🎳🕐📥aa

Xichen: ➿Dd

A-Yao: He opened the emojis!

A-Yao: He’s so smart!

Da-ge: i hope youre joking but know youre not

Xichen: A-Fu says ‘Baba and Papa should stop arguing’! 👶

Da-ge: lol

WEDNESDAY

<12:15 PM>

Xichen: [sent picture]

A-Yao: Holyshit

A-Yao: Holyshitholyshit

Xichen: Really? I thought it was amusing…😅

Da-ge: fuck thats so hot

Da-ge: why is that so hot

Xichen: 😳😳

A-Yao: Remind me to thank Huaisang for his gag gift

A-Yao: Cryptically, of course

Da-ge: where did you find that even?

Xichen: Back of the closet! You’ve never worn it, right?

Da-ge: i mean its a crop top

Da-ge: not really my style

A-Yao: Maybe it should be….

Da-ge: hmmmm

Xichen: 👀 I require…proof.

Da-ge: i need you to wear that while i fuck you

Xichen: 😳😳😳

A-Yao: Oh my god

A-Yao: Who?

Da-ge: yes

A-Yao: What’s that meme? ‘I will not spend the rest of the evening consumed with lust’?

Xichen: Well…decluttering surely has its advantages.

Xichen: I’m going to…take a break for a while.

A-Yao: 😏

A-Yao: Well, there’s Da-ge gone

A-Yao: Ah, Er-ge as well, it seems

A-Yao: Well, SOMEONE has to work to pay the bills around here :P

<12:50 PM>

Xichen: 🙁

A-Yao: No no

A-Yao: Sweetheart, I was joking, you know I would NEVER mean it in that way

Xichen: I know 💙

A-Yao: I know you worry about your choice to stay home

A-Yao: And like we’ve told you every time you mention it, we both fully support you doing so ❤❤❤❤

Da-ge: yes

A-Yao: I shouldn’t have said it that way. It was careless. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you.

Xichen: You didn’t.

Da-ge: bs

Xichen: :P

A-Yao: Can I call?

Xichen: Of course 🥰

<2:04 PM>

Xichen: Sorry for being a boner killer, before 😂

Da-ge: lol

Da-ge: i think all the boners had been taken care of byu that point

Da-ge: youre fine ❤

Da-ge: im just glad you said something at all

Da-ge: usually you don’t

Xichen: I’m…trying. To be better about it.

A-Yao: ❤❤❤❤❤❤

TUESDAY

<10:19 AM>

Da-ge: you bite so hard

Da-ge: my nipple is still sore

A-Yao: Awww 🥺 Lemme see

Da-ge: im not sending shirtless pics at work

A-Yao: Mm, should have kept wearing the crop top, obviously

Xichen: 😂 Easier access?

A-Yao: Exactly

A-Yao: Come home and let me kiss it better 😘

Da-ge: 🙄

Xichen: This is all very distracting when you're in the dairy aisle, you know 😂

A-Yao: Then get out of the dairy aisle and come home ❤️

A-Yao: FuFu 's asleep

A-Yao: Just went down, we swam all morning so he'll be asleep a long time

Xichen: Paying

A-Yao: [sent a picture]

Da-ge: fuck

Xichen: O mw

A-Yao: Seems we have a winning outfit on our hands!

Da-ge: smug gremlin

A-Yao: 😊

#modern 3zun #my stuff #my fic #3zun #they make me smile #not the au I thought I would be updating but it has the same amount of fathers in it! So I was right #Contains crop top adventures and NieYao judging people together #I just feel like Xichen is one of those people who REALLY try to communicate through text with emojis and tone #Like it comes off as really peppy but he's trying to be either transparent or purposefully obscure to direct the conversation #I feel like he also enjoys showing affection and so he allows himself to be goopy in this private chat #With normal texting he's concise and friendly but tones down the emojis and exclamation marks #Those are for His People

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