Work Header

How Wei Ying Went from Oblivious Idiot to Shameless Boyfriend in Three Days

Work Text:

How Wei Ying Went from Oblivious Idiot to Shameless Boyfriend in Three Days
by misscam


(It begins, as it so happens, with Wei Wuxian being (as he’ll admit later) an idiot. A massive idiot, in fact, though Wei Wuxian won’t quite admit to that to anyone except to Lan Zhan.)

“I think Lan Wangji likes someone,” Jiang Cheng observes, and Wei Wuxian spins around from where he’s been watching Lan Zhan head off to class to gape at Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng smirks.

“He does not!” Wei Wuxian protests. It’s taken Wei Wuxian months to get Lan Zhan from annoyed to overbearing to friendly (by Lan Zhan’s standards), and that has involved a lot of dogged persistence and shamelessness. If someone has caught Lan Zhan’s eye, surely Wei Wuxian would have noticed said person making the effort to?

“Lan Wangji clearly likes someone,” Nie Huaisang says, exchanging a look with Jiang Cheng.

“Lan Zhan doesn’t like someone!” Wei Wuxian protests indignantly. The thought alone makes his stomach feel funny and his chest ache in an odd way. “He’d tell me if he did!”

“Maybe he has been trying to,” Nie Huaisang says, nodding meaningfully, as if Wei Wuxian is meant to make sense of that.

Wei Wuxian considers that, sulking slightly at the idea. True, Lan Zhan has seemed slightly bothered by something of late. Not massively so, but sometimes, he does sigh slightly, or gives Wei Wuxian the occasional disbelieving look. When playing the guqin lately, it is true that Lan Zhan has been playing a lot of wistful, almost longing tunes, and sometimes, Lan Zhan has started to say something, then trail off as Wei Wuxian looked at him.

Could Lan Zhan actually be in love?

“You know I’m right,” Jiang Cheng says, pointing a chop stick at him. Wei Wuxian goes for the adult response, and sticks his tongue out. “What are you going to do about it, idiot?”

Wei Wuxian straightens. Sure, the thought of Lan Zhan in love is making his mind churn in weird ways, but he is not Wei Ying, self-proclaimed best friend of Lan Zhan for nothing.

If you’re right, I’ll finds out who it is,” Wei Wuxian says with determination, digging into the lunch Lan Zhan got him. (Really, Lan Zhan is the best, always making sure Wei Wuxian gets his favorite meal for lunch even when he has to hurry off to class himself.)

Jiang Cheng actually facepalms at his declaration. Nie Huaisang laughs in disbelief. Wei Wuxian ignores them both.

They’ll see.


“Wei Ying?”

It is near dinner when Wei Wuxian finds Lan Zhan in the music room, practicing his guqin. As always, listening to Lan Zhan play makes Wei Wuxian’s mind feel calm and soothed in ways nothing else can, only playing the dizi himself coming close.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian replies. “Want to grab dinner with me?”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says; the expected response. Despite the fact that his family is extremely rich (only beaten by the Jins who are obscenely rich), in the last few months, Lan Zhan has never said no to going out to dingy little fast food joints to grab dinner with Wei Wuxian, and often even insists on paying.

Lan Zhan packs his guqin neatly away, and falls into step with Wei Wuxian as they make their way out of the university. Every now and then, Wei Wuxian glances up at him, wondering.

Lan Zhan looks as pristine as ever, his hair neat, his clothes immaculate, his face serene. Even so, Wei Wuxian is beginning to think there is something softer about him now than when they first met – of course, back then Lan Zhan told him off for being late to class almost every morning and looked annoyed at just breathing the same air as Wei Wuxian.

That has changed. Lan Zhan’s behavior has changed a lot over the last few months now that Wei Wuxian thinks about it – subtle changes, yes, but changes nevertheless. Maybe Lan Zhan really is in love. That would explain a lot.

Perhaps, Wei Wuxian considers, the best approach is to be direct and just ask.

“Lan Zhan, do you like someone?”

Lan Zhan freezes and Wei Wuxian nearly walks into him, bracing himself against Lan Zhan’s chest and looking up at him. Lan Zhan’s face has gone still, but his ears flush and his lips have parted, and Wei Wuxian oddly feels his heart sink. Oh. Oh, it is true. Lan Zhan does like someone.

“I,” Lan Zhan says, and the panic in his voice is almost adorable. “I…”

“You do like someone!” Wei Wuxian exclaims, and Lan Zhan’s ears redden even more.

“…. Mn,” Lan Zhan breathes, watching Wei Wuxian so intently that Wei Wuxian almost forgets what he’s meant to say. Right. Who Lan Zhan likes.

“Who is it?” Wei Wuxian asks, and Lan Zhan’s gaze seems almost incredulous. “What?”

“…. Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, his sigh slight, but audible, and he steps away, leaving Wei Wuxian to feel strangely bereft for a moment. “Figure it out for yourself.”

“I will,” Wei Wuxian says, never one to resist a challenge and Lan Zhan’s look is downright pained. “Have some faith in me, Lan Zhan! I’m a genius!”

Lan Zhan just sighs again.


It takes Wei Wuxian a few hours to admit defeat to himself. Despite asking every fellow student he could find, all Wei Wuxian has discovered is that he himself is apparently the only one considered close to Lan Zhan apart from Lan Xichen, who is Lan Zhan’s brother and therefore not an option.

Perhaps Lan Zhan is very shy about his crush, Wei Wuxian considers. Perhaps he doesn’t know how to approach the situation. After all, Lan Zhan is often (unfairly) viewed as aloof and arrogant, and only Wei Wuxian actually knows how great and caring he is. Perhaps Lan Zhan is afraid of being rejected.

Perhaps Lan Zhan could use some help. Okay, so Wei Wuxian might not be an expert at relationships, given he has never had a proper one, but he has a reputation as a flirt, and surely, surely, he can help Lan Zhan with the flirting part.

After all, Lan Zhan is so great, always making sure Wei Wuxian has his favorite meal for lunch, helping him with his studies, coming to parties just to hang out with Wei Wuxian, always willing to listen to whatever Wei Wuxian wants to talk about. If Lan Zhan likes someone, Wei Wuxian is going to make sure Lan Zhan gets that someone, no matter who it is – be it girl or boy (these are modern times, after all, and Lan Zhan has never really indicated his preferences, so Wei Wuxian decides to keep an open mind).

He falls asleep with newfound determination, and dreams of chasing rabbits, and never quite catching them.


“Good morning, Wei Wuxian,” Lan Xichen says as he opens the door. “I’m afraid Wangji left early for class today.”

“I know,” Wei Wuxian says. He made certain to stop by the flat the Lan brothers share at a time he knew Lan Zhan has class, after all. “I was hoping to speak to you.”

Lan Xichen nods, letting him in and guiding him to the kitchen. “Tea?”

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian says. He sits by the counter and watches as Lan Xichen makes tea, then accepts the offered cup. As expected, it is really good – unexpectedly, it is rather spicy, unlike the tea he had list time he was here. “New blend?”

“I believe Wangji made it for you especially,” Lan Xichen says, as if guessing what Wei Wuxian is thinking.

Wei Wuxian grins. “Did he? Your brother is just the best.”

Lan Xichen smiles. “I agree.”

“Right,” Wei Wuxian says, taking another zip. It really is a very good tea. “Lan Xichen, I… I think Lan Zhan likes someone.”

Lan Xichen blinks, then looks down and sighs. “Wei Wuxian… I am not certain my brother would appreciate me discussing this with you.”

“Why not?” Wei Wuxian says, pouting. “I’m his friend! His best friend! He should tell me if he likes someone! Anyway, even if he doesn’t tell me, I still want to help him.”

“Do you,” Lan Xichen says. He pinches his nose.

“If you give him some relationship advice and I help him with flirting, we’ll get Lan Zhan his heart’s desire in no time!” Wei Wuxian says boldly, and Lan Xichen rubs his temples as if he’s having a headache. “What?”

“… I have offered him relationship advice,” Lan Xichen says finally, slowly, giving Wei Wuxian a look. “I believe the object of his affections is oblivious to his feelings despite numerous gestures.”

“What an idiot,” Wei Wuxian declares, and Lan Xichen looks downright pained. “Don’t worry, Lan Xichen, between your good advice and my excellent tutoring, we’ll make certain Lan Zhan’s affections will be clear to even the most oblivious.”

“… I certainly hope so,” Lan Xichen says after a moment, looking down at the counter and sighing.


When Wei Wuxian finds Lan Zhan for lunch, he can tell Lan Xichen has informed his brother about Wei Wuxian’s little visit from the way Lan Zhan pointedly does not look at Wei Wuxian as he slides into the booth.

“Lan Zhan,” We Wuxian whines. “Lan Zhan, don’t ignore me. Lan Zhaaaaaaaan. Lan Zhan, look at me, you’re making me sad.”

Lan Zhan glances up at him, taking in his expression. “Not sad.”

“I would be if you ignored me a second longer,” Wei Wuxian says. Lan Zhan looks exasperated at that, but he stops looking down, at least. “Lan Zhan, I want to help you with your crush.”


“I mean it! You’ve always helped me with everything; let me help you for once.”

“… Not necessary.”

“As long as you’re not with the person you like, it is necessary,” Wei Wuxian insists. “I want you to be happy, Lan Zhan! You’re not really happy now, are you?”

“Not unhappy.”

“But you would be happier if you were with them, right?”

“… Mn.” Lan Zhan’s voice is barely audible, but even so, Wei Wuxian can hear the longing in it. It makes his heart ache to think Lan Zhan would long for something, and makes him even more determined.

“Give me three days and I’ll make you irresistible to anyone!” Wei Wuxian declares boldly.

Lan Zhan pauses. “Anyone?”

“Anyone,” Wei Wuxian repeats. “I know you always dislike it when I flirt with someone…”

“Mn. Do not flirt unless you mean it.”

“Right, like you always tell me, but you’ll mean it, and that will be okay, won’t it?”

Lan Zhan closes his eyes. “Do mean it.”

We Wuxian nods, and takes Lan Zhan’s hand, patting it. “I know! You’re always so sincere.”

“… Brother advised sincere gestures and time,” Lan Zhan finally says. His ears are bright red, and Wei Wuxian feels a strange desire to run his fingers down them.

“Have you been spending a lot of time with them?”


“Have you hung out at parties with them?”


“Have you danced with them?”

“… No.”

Wei Wuxian grins brightly. “Let’s start there. Day one’s first lesson: Dancing and compliments!”


That evening, Wei Wuxian drags Lan Zhan over to a small party at Nie Huaisang’s. It is not the first party Wei Wuxian has dragged Lan Zhan to, so their arrival doesn’t cause any raised eyebrows, and if Jiang Cheng looks ill tempered, well, he always does when Wei Wuxian shows up with Lan Zhan’s hand in his, really.

Wei Wuxian takes a minute to persuade Nie Huaisang to put on some romantic music, then steals Lan Zhan away into the adjacent empty room.

“Dancing is a great start at getting closer,” Wei Wuxian tells him, and Lan Zhan’s eyes seem to glow golden in the faint light. “You don’t even need to speak to ask for one. Just step closer like this…”

Lan Zhan watches him intently as Wei Wuxian takes a step closer, and another, giving his brightest and most inviting smile.

“Offer your hand like this,” Wei Wuxian says, holding out his hand, and after a breath, Lan Zhan puts his hand in Wei Wuxian’s. Hands linked, Wei Wuxian begins to shift slowly closer and closer. Lan Zhan watches him through lowered eyelids, but makes no move otherwise. Gently, Wei Wuxian presses his head against Lan Zhan’s chest.

Lan Zhan exhales, then puts his other hand on Wei Wuxian’s back, and they sway just slightly to the music.

This is nice, Wei Wuxian admits to himself. Lan Zhan is warm, and for all his hard lines, he is soft to lean into, his touch gentle, and he smells of sandalwood and Wei Wuxian’s cologne (that Wei Wuxian convinced him to try), and it’s all very nice. Whoever gets to dance like this with Lan Zhan is lucky indeed, Wei Wuxian considers.

“Next, you should say something nice,” Wei Wuxian murmurs. He closes his eyes and presses himself a little closer without even thinking.

“Mn,” Lan Zhan hums. “Wei Ying’s hair feels soft.”

“Like that,” Wei Wuxian says, grinning up at him. “You’re getting the hang of this, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan just sighs, but doesn’t let go of Wei Wuxian; humming a song of his own after the music ends, and Jiang Cheng is imitating barfing in the corner when they finally step out of the room.


Wei Wuxian falls asleep humming Lan’s Zhan’s song, and wakes up humming it; he thinks he might even have dreamed of it.

He’ll have to ask Lan Zhan the name of it, he decides, and hums it in the kitchen while Jiang Cheng tries to throw toast at him.


If Lan Zhan is confused by Wei Wuxian showing up at his apartment early in the morning before class, he makes no show of it, following Wei Wuxian without question until they reach the intended destination.

“Day two’s first lesson: Gifts!” Wei Wuxian declares as they step into the shop.

“Gifts,” Lan Zhan repeats, staring around the shop. “Wei Ying, I know how to give gifts.”

“You give great gifts,” Wei Wuxian agrees. “I still can’t believe you got me that new, expensive dizi for my birthday.”

“More suitable for your talent,” Lan Zhan says simply, and Wei Wuxian feels another surge of fondness. Lan Zhan is truly the best – which is why he is doing this.

“When you’re trying to flirt with someone, giving little gifts for no reason at all can make them realize they are the reason,” Wei Wuxian explains. “Like flowers or candy or something connected to their interests or likes.”

Lan Zhan considers that carefully.

“Look, I’ll leave for ten minutes, you buy some suitable gifts for the one you like, okay?”

“… Okay.”

Ten minutes later, Wei Wuxian returns to find that Lan Zhan has bought a whole bag full, ears slightly red, but also looking slightly pleased with himself.


“… No.”

“Lan Zhan, trust me.”

“… I trust Wei Ying, but…”

Wei Wuxian grins at Lan Zhan, pulling him another step closer to the shop. “Lan Zhan, don’t get me wrong, I like your wardrobe a lot! You look good in anything you wear, but when trying to flirt, cute really, really works.”

“…” Lan Zhan looks like he’s trying to process a lot all at once. “You like…”

“I like your wardrobe,” Wei Wuxian repeats. “It’s really great, but that’s because I know you, and to me, you look great in anything. We need to make you cute to those who don’t know you as well as me!”

“…. Not necessary.”

Wei Wuxian pouts. “Work with me, Lan Zhan!”

Lan Zhan looks ready to flee. Then he looks down at their linked hands, makes an odd noise and finally, finally lets himself be led into the clothing store.


There are more than a few murmurs running through the cafeteria that noon as Lan Wangji, the famous Second Jade of Lan, makes his way over to a waving Wei Wuxian. That in itself is not uncommon – in fact, it’s what is expected at this point. The outfit, however, is not.

Lan Zhan is wearing tight black jeans and a white t-shirt with kissing rabbits, which has the benefit of showing off his toned arms as well. All things considered, Wei Wuxian thinks Lan Zhan looks wonderfully handsome and dreamy, and judging by looks Lan Zhan is getting, so do many others.

Jiang Cheng nearly spits out his noodles. Nie Huaisang chokes on a piece of fish. Wei Wuxian just beams proudly.

“… Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian calls happily. Lan Zhan slides in next to him, holding out the expected lunch for Wei Wuxian.

“Wei Ying.”

“… You made him wear this,” Jiang Cheng says, voice choked.

“I think he looks cute and flirty,” Wei Wuxian says, sticking his tongue out. Lan Zhan draws in a sharp breath, but otherwise remains silent. “I got him several other outfits too. All part of day two’s lessons.”

“… I don’t even want to know,” Jiang Cheng declares, returning to his noodles. Wei Wuxian decides to persuade Lan Zhan to wear another of his cute new outfits tomorrow just for that.

(And for the increased chance of Lan Zhan catching the eye of whoever he likes, and if Wei Wuxian gets to enjoy the sight as well, well, that’s just a bonus, really.)


Two days into trying to get Lan Zhan his one and only, Wei Wuxian wakes from a disjointed dream to find himself hard, burrows his head into his pillow and wonders what the hell he managed to dream about to produce that result.


Right, Wei Wuxian thinks, staring darkly at the door of the shop. He will never get Lan Zhan to agree to enter here, but he is Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan’s bestest best friend, and he will do this for his best friend’s happiness.

Hunching his shoulders, he walks into the adult store and buys a few supplies one might need to woo a special someone, be it girl or boy.

Lan Zhan will get to use it; Wei Wuxian will see to that.


Lan Zhan is a very talented guqin player, Wei Wuxian has always thought even before he realized how talented Lan Zhan was at most things, and such talent should be used for the greater good, namely getting Lan Zhan his someone.

“You should take them here and play for them,” Wei Wuxian insists again, having pulled Lan Zhan away after class. “Something romantic.”

Hesitantly, Lan Zhan plays out a few notes, and Wei Wuxian grins as he recognizes the tune.

“Hey, that’s the song you hummed at the party!”

“… Mn.”

“Who composed it? It’s really lovely.”

“… Me.”

Wei Wuxian stares at him in wonder. “You? Lan Zhan, you’re really great, you know that?”


Wei Wuxian taps his chin thoughtfully. “Did you composed it for the one you like?”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says firmly, playing a few more notes.

“What’s it called?”

“… Will tell you one day,” Lan Zhan says, ears faintly flushed, and Wei Wuxian grins slightly, and feels his heart ache faintly as Lan Zhan plays on.


“Touching,” Wei Wuxian declares in his best mentor voice, “is important to communicate your intentions.”

Beside him on the couch, Lan Zhan exhales, but says nothing. They’re in Lan Zhan’s apartment, late in the evening after a dinner Lan Xichen invited them both to, Lan Xichen now having tactfully left after Wei Wuxian declared his intentions to discuss touching. It is time for the final few lessons; he’s even brought the supplies from the adult shop with him to present to Lan Zhan later.

“I know you don’t like touching, and tolerate it at best, but…”

“Didn’t,” Lan Zhan corrects. “Like now. With…”

“Oh, you like touching when it’s someone you like!” Wei Wuxian says, smiling and squeezing Lan Zhan’s hand.

“… Mn.” Gently, Lan Zhan takes Wei Wuxian’s hand, intertwining their fingers. Wei Wuxian feels his breath catch at that, and marvels at how warm Lan Zhan’s palm feels against his.

“Handholding is good,” Wei Wuxian says. “You could try resting your head on their shoulder as well or press your thing against theirs too.”

Lan Zhan nods thoughtfully, inching closer.

“A lot of couples like sitting on each other’s laps,” Wei Wuxian says, making a face as he remembers walking in on his sister doing just that with the peacock.

“Wei Ying doesn’t like that?” Lan Zhan asks, brow furrowing slightly.

“Oh no, I like it. Well, think I will. Haven’t actually tried it with anyone yet,” he admits, and Lan Zhan looks strangely pleased at that. “Now, petting hair…”

Lan Zhan is really, really good at petting hair, Wei Wuxian discovers, and finds himself delighting in that – even embarrassingly purring into it, which oddly just makes Lan Zhan look smug.

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian observes. “Now, combined with touching, gazing is a really good way to show your interest in someone.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says, and gazes at Wei Wuxian.

Lan Zhan is, Wei Wuxian soon realizes, a natural at gazing. Perhaps it was to be expected, given how good he is at giving Looks, the sort of looks that makes people behave themselves immediately, and even memorably, made the dog that scared Wei Wuxian run off.

After just a minute of gazing at Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan is making Wei Wuxian’s cheeks flush and his fingers itch to do… something, anything.

“… Like that,” Wei Wuxian says brightly, looking away. “Wow, you’re really good at gazing, Lan Zhan! No one will mistake how you feel if you gaze at them like that!”

“…. Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says. Wei Wuxian looks up at him to see Lan Zhan looking frustrated, then grabbing Wei Wuxian’s hand and thrusting something into it. “For you.”

“Huh,” Wei Wuxian says. He glances down to see a red silk hairband, similar to the one he bemoaned losing a couple of weeks ago. “Lan Zhan, you remembered?”


“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian says happily. He immediately ties it into his hair. “You really are the best. That’s why I know whoever you like will like you back.”

Lan Zhan sighs. “… Still oblivious.”

“Must be some sort of idiot to miss all the clues you’re giving!”

“… Mn.”

“You should do something so obvious that even an idiot can miss it. Fortunately, I know just how to fix that: A kiss! No one can be obvious to the romantic intention of that.”

Lan Zhan makes a noise, looks… Very intent at that, Wei Wuxian notes, and his breath catches a little.

“I should?” Lan Zhan asks, tilting his head. Wei Wuxian finds himself staring at Lan Zhan’s lips, the way they part just slightly, and he swallows, and swallows, and tries not to imagine Lan Zhan kissing anyone, as the mere idea stirs something odd and angry in him.

Lan Zhan is good, he reminds himself. Lan Zhan is the best. Lan Zhan deserves a chance with the one he likes – deserves that more than anyone, in fact.

“You should!” he says brightly; too brightly. “One of those slow, leaning in kisses – that way they’ll have plenty of time to stop you if they don’t want to be kissed, and if they want to, even an idiot will know.”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says softly, and leans in, slowly but surely, face still but eyes on Wei Wuxian’s lips, and Wei Wuxian feels his mind come to a screeching halt. What? What? Lan Zhan is leaning in to kiss him – him?

Lan Zhan pauses just inches from Wei Wuxian’s lips, so close Wei Wuxian can feel the breath tickling his own lips. Lan Zhan’s gaze is hot, scorchingly hot, and his voice a little hoarse. “Wei Ying?”

It is a question, Wei Wuxian realizes, and if the answer is no, Lan Zhan will pull back, never try to kiss Wei Wuxian again, and that will be that. The thought of that feels oddly like a loss, and the possibility of the other option, of being kissed by Lan Zhan feels right, just right, like everything suddenly making sense.

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian says, and Lan Zhan’s lips finds his.

It is a soft touch at first, lips sliding against lips and holding, but it still makes Wei Wuxian feel a jolt of heat all the way to his cheeks. He can hear Lan Zhan’s breath catch, feel his fingers move to Wei Wuxian’s neck and make slow circles there, and Wei Wuxian digs his fingers into the cloth of Lan Zhan’s sweater as they both part their lips a little, and the kiss becomes more than just the touch of lips.

He is truly being kissed by Lan Zhan, Wei Wuxian thinks a touch distantly, hearing himself moan softly. He, Wei Wuxian, is being kissed by Lan Zhan, Lan Wangji, the Second Jade of Lan, kissed thoroughly and hotly, if slightly clumsily at first, and most importantly of all, with obvious desire. Lan Zhan wants this, wants him, and the thought makes Wei Wuxian kiss him back with equal fervor, wanting, wanting, wanting.

He wants Lan Zhan. He thinks he’s wanted Lan Zhan for months, really, perhaps since the very beginning, as oblivious to his own heart as he was to Lan Zhan’s, apparently.

They’re both breathless when Lan Zhan pulls back slightly to gaze at him, lips looking as flushed as Wei Wuxian feels.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan says, cupping his cheek.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian says. “It was me?”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan breathes. “Always Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian feels his heart hammer in his chest. The words may be simple, but the way Lan Zhan says them, the way Lan Zhan obviously feels them, makes them so heartfelt Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what to do with himself. He opts for hiding his face in Lan Zhan’s chest for a moment, and Lan Zhan holds him gently, running a hand down his back.

“Lan Zhan,” he breathes. “I’m the oblivious idiot?”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says, and when Wei Wuxian peeks up, he can see the faintest, faintest smile on Lan Zhan’s still flushed lips.

The events of the last three days, the last few weeks, even months, rearrange themselves in Wei Wuxian’s mind with new clarity, and Wei Wuxian cannot help but groan. Now, now it seems so perfectly obvious – everything Lan Zhan would do for him, and for no one else, is massively telling, after all. No wonder every student at campus only considered Wei Wuxian close to Lan Zhan – he was the only one close to Lan Zhan!

He is the oblivious idiot; Lan Zhan’s oblivious idiot.

“It was obvious even to Jiang Cheng and Nie Huaisang!” he exclaims despairingly. “That’s why they were so sure you liked someone – they were sure you liked me!”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan says. “Like Wei Ying a lot.”

Wei Wuxian stutters, and then kisses Lan Zhan eagerly, because after words like that, how can he not? After a moment, he moves into Lan Zhan’s lap, and Lan Zhan sighs happily into the kiss.

“Like you a lot too,” Wei Wuxian says in-between kisses, peppering Lan Zhan’s lips and nose and cheeks with them, “more than a lot. Like you the most. You’re great. Really, really great. Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, be with me? Date me and kiss me and ravish me and be with me every day? Be this idiot’s boyfriend?”

This time, it is Lan Zhan who stutters slightly, but his eyes seem to be beaming and he nods and smiles faintly again, and Wei Wuxian can only kiss him again, and again, and again.

“Be Wei Ying’s boyfriend,” Lan Zhan says after a while, as if savoring the sound of it, and Wei Wuxian laughs breathlessly, the joy of that prospect almost overwhelming. Boyfriend. Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan will be his boyfriend. There is nothing but joy in that, even if professor Lan Qiren is probably going to scowl at him even more now, and Lan Xichen will…

“… Lan Xichen knew too!” Wei Wuxian blurts out, as the thought occurs to him.

“Brother has been very supportive,” Lan Zhan says, and Wei Wuxian groans again, pressing his head into Lan Zhan’s chest. He's never going to live this down. Never.

“I’m sorry I’m an idiot,” Wei Wuxian murmurs after a moment. “I just didn’t think it was possible that… You’re so great and I’m just…”

“Not just,” Lan Zhan says, sounding stern. “Wei Ying is Wei Ying. Nothing just about Wei Ying. Wei Ying is everything.”

As if to make the point, he tilts his head down and catches Wei Wuxian’s lips in a lingering kiss, and Wei Wuxian thinks he might just get used to this, to being thought of as Lan Zhan’s everything, and everything that comes with that.

Yeah. He might just get used to that – happily so.


Wei Wuxian’s days as an oblivious idiot comes to a public end in the morning, as Wei Wuxian walks through the cafeteria with Lan Zhan’s hand in his, proudly wearing Lan Zhan’s rabbit t-shirt, pausing just before where Nie Huaisang and Jiang Cheng is sitting to kiss Lan Zhan softly, but firmly, and Lan Zhan leans into it before sliding down in the booth next to him, their lands linked and their thigh pressed together.

“Are you going to make a show of being together now?” Jiang Cheng asks sourly. Nie Huaisang smirks. “You’re making me lose my appetite.”

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian says, in a tone of voice that is anything but sorry. Lan Zhan just looks slightly smug as he pointedly ignores Jiang Cheng. Of course, Lan Zhan has every reason to be smug, given how wonderfully sore Wei Wuxian is still feeling his morning, and is pretty certain he will be feeling a lot in the days, weeks, months, maybe even years to come. (Please, please let it be years to come – forever to come.)

Jiang Cheng mutters something darkly, then fixes Wei Wuxian with a look that is begrudgingly fond. “Finally stopped being an oblivious idiot, huh?”

“Finally,” Wei Wuxian agrees happily, and Jiang Cheng nods. “Now I get to be Lan Zhan’s shameless boyfriend! Much better!”

“Mn,” Lan Zhan agrees happily, and Wei Wuxian has to laugh at Jiang Cheng’s outraged expression at that answer, and then just laugh happily as Lan Zhan gazes at him and smiles; and oh, how that smile makes him feel.

Wei Wuxian will admit he was very good at being an oblivious idiot, but as he climbs into Lan Zhan lap and kisses him in the middle of the university cafeteria while Jiang Cheng throws the chop sticks at him, he is pretty damn sure he’s going to be even better at being the shameless boyfriend.