Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Love Letters Part 1

Wei Ying pushed back from his desk with a slew of curse words, his wheelie chair stopped by his foot seconds before it hit their coffee table.

"Sorry. I just had some bad news." He explained to his best friend. "I didn’t mean to swear. It's just that Wen Qing is being a royal pain in my ass." He ignored Lan Zhan's widening eyes. "That woman really knows how to push my buttons." He pulled off his headphones and threw them across the room.

"Why is Wei Ying upset?" Lan Zhan calmly picked up the offensive set and put them back on his desk, right next to his computer.

"The thing is, she hasn't forgiven me for that incident with the printer." Wei Ying picked up an errant pen and began chewing on its end erratically.

"What happened with the printer? Carry on, I'm listening." Lan Zhan went into their kitchen.

"Well you see, Wen Ning had to change the cartridges, and he tried to force one into the wrong hole. Of course it wouldn't go in properly but he thought it would be okay. And the next person, might I add innocent, wanting to use it, had no idea the damn thing would explode. I just left it to print out my file and went to go get some coffee. The next thing I know, the whole room is covered in cyan and magenta streaks! Imagine what would have happened to me if I was in there? I should be suing her ass for that stunt. Anyway, the long and short of it is, she mistakenly believes it was my fault and I owe her for that. As if!" Wei Ying pulled himself back towards the desk.

Lan Zhan came back out of the kitchen with a bowl of carrot sticks, pushing them into his hands.

"What? Oh, thank you, Lan Zhan." He put the poor pen down and started munching absentmindedly on an orange stick immediately.

Lan Zhan noticed that Wei Ying had not actually told him what was wrong yet.

Wei Ying was a flighty eater unless he was really hungry, and since his cooking skills meant memorising their local takeout place's number, Lan Zhan had taken over the kitchen duties, ever since they moved in together. It was a great partnership: Lan Zhan cooked and cleaned, with some help from Wei Ying, who took care of their bills whenever he remembered, which was hardly, but Lan Zhan didn't seem to mind.

A glass of water magically appeared next to the now empty bowl.

"Drink. What is she making you do?" He asked.

Wei Ying obediently picked up the glass and drained it.

"As editor, she thinks she can just boss me around." He huffed.

"She can." Lan Zhan hid his smile.

"Lan Zhaaan! At least pretend to support me!" Wei Ying began turning his chair in slow circles. "Anyway, since the lockdown began, there's been a shortage of things actually happening, and so obviously, I haven't been as productive. I mean, that's not my fault, is it? There's hardly any crime, because you know, people are at home. Must be a really difficult time for burglars...what?! It's a legitimate point." He defended himself against Lan Zhan's raised brow.

Lan Zhan watched him turn, noting his furrowed brow.

"So, she said the paper has to think up new ways of engaging the public, and what better way than solving their problems?" Wei Ying looked around for something to throw.

His gaze landed on the fragile glass, at the same time that Lan Zhan's did, but he missed the look of panic. Lan Zhan reached into one of the drawers under the coffee table and pulled out a soft rubber ball. It was supposed to be a stress toy, and luckily it was bouncy enough to return to the restless thrower without causing too much damage. He threw it towards Wei Ying who caught it single-handedly.