#linmian

Summary: Although Mianmian existed under different conditions now, it didn’t mean he would let go of (most of) his obsessions and settle with a Buddhist cultivator, of all people. Still, there he was, quietly breathing the scent of incense lit under a Buddha statue, barefoot and dressed in one of Lin Jing's loose white t-shirts and simple cotton pants, observing the starry sky through the open balcony door slowly turning into a cloudy sky, while his (maybe) partner was (supposedly) meditating, sitting on the living room rug. He could handle 'that' - his own mind. Not like before, when he couldn’t even see how much he had lost himself in the blurry line between the truth of all that unfairness and the tricks of his flawed heart.

Fandom: 镇魂 | Guardian - priest Pairing: Lin Jing/Gui Mian 1,237 Words. Post-canon, Fluff, First Kiss Summary: After all things ended and began again, Gui Mian was left to find where he fit in a world that was different from the one he had been born into. Stumbling upon Lin Jing halfway had not been planned, but what did he expect if he continued walking around Longcheng after all? He wasn't surprised when Lin Jing approached instead of running away. Fearless. And a liar. Pretending to be scared when he wasn’t. Gui Mian kind of liked it. The pretense. And the way Lin Jing would smile at him when they talked, that was sincere.

In his conclusion, he was truly inadequate, not because he was unworthy. It was just that he didn't understand the value, until he finally saw someone with a heart. He now lived in the light of that, in the soothing presence of that someone. Two and a half years had passed, and it had been a long time since he'd left. Of the habits Gui Mian had acquired after he admitted to himself that he, in fact, lived in that place, perhaps the ones that seemed simplest to the eye were the ones that held the greatest meaning.

Thousands of zhang under the Huangquan, Lin Jing wasn't dead. Even his senses, which had been lost, were no longer missing. Not even the wounded spots on his body remained injured. The familiar face was not familiar at all, nor was the voice. Gui Mian hadn't introduce himself properly, but Lin Jing had heard the secretive whispers in the Netherworld. The Fake Monk should have been terrified to death. But there were too many things distracting him from that.

Or - What happens in the meantime when Gui Mian kidnaps Lin Jing.