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Wei Wuxian moves his belongings to the Jingshi.

It doesn’t take long. He doesn’t own that many things, although he’s been gathering more and more gadgets over the course of the last year.

Lan Wangji helps him. Or rather, Lan Wangji follows him around, keeping a hand on his waist, adjusting locks of his hair, taking things from his hands and letting their fingers brush for way longer than necessary.

It makes the task last twice as long as it should, but Wei Wuxian isn’t going to complain. He understands the feeling too well. He wants to touch him all the time, too.

There’s a funny look in Lan Wangji’s eyes, like the love is gonna spill out from him at any moment. Wei Wuxian has always noticed that gaze, that intensity, but he never knew how to put words on it.

Now, it feels like every word he knows won’t ever be enough.




Something weird starts happening.

Wei Wuxian starts seeing way more of Lan Qiren.

Before, it was like he actively avoided him, going out of his way to be at the other end of the Cloud Recesses from wherever Wei Wuxian was.

Now, it isn’t like Lan Qiren is seeking him on purpose, but still. He doesn’t leave a place immediately after Wei Wuxian arrives, which is… not at all what he’s used to.

It gives him chills, but if it means Lan Qiren is finally becoming more welcoming of his presence here, Wei Wuxian isn’t going to complain.

One day, while Wei Wuxian is tending to his garden, a shadow looms over him.

“Aren’t you going to pluck the weeds out?” the exasperated voice asks.

Wei Wuxian turns around to see the old teacher himself, staring at his work with judging eyes.

“Oh. Good morning, Teacher Lan,” he says. Contrary to what the people used to say about him, Wei Wuxian was never impolite to his elders - unless, of course, there was a clear reason to be -, and he isn’t about to start now.

“Good afternoon. But I suppose it’s morning, if you rise as late as 9.”

Wei Wuxian doesn’t think 9 is late at all, but Lan Qiren is looking at him with his arms crossed and his lips pressed tight, so he keeps his mouth shut.

“So? Are you going to clean your garden?”

“I already got the weeds out. These aren’t weeds,” Wei Wuxian points. “They’re just trying to grow somewhere. Pretty harmless.”

“Any plant you don’t want is a weed, boy,” he says.

And then, inexplicably, he bends down and yanks it right out of the ground, tearing it from where it curls around the chilis. Wei Wuxian feels his jaw dropping. He’s never seen Lan Qiren touching dirt before.

“If you’re going to have a garden in the Cloud Recesses, at least do it properly, like a Lan would,” he throws the plant away and pats his hands, oblivious to Wei Wuxian’s shock. “There are books on gardening in our library. A disciple will deliver them to you.”

“Uh… I-” Wei Wuxian frowns, not knowing quite well if he’s being scolded or not. “Thank you?”

With a quick glance at him and a single annoyed huff, Lan Qiren walks away.

On his way down the hill, he passes the figure of Lan Wangji, who has apparently been watching them for a while.

Wei Wuxian starts waving, but before he can be seen, Lan Wangji turns to his uncle and mouths something.

It looks suspiciously like “Thank you, shufu.”




“Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian opens his eyes, already smiling to the sound of the familiar voice.

“Good morning,” Lan Wangji says, and kisses his forehead.

“Lan Zhan, are we 10 years old?” he asks, yawning a little. “Kiss me on the lips. We’re alone.”

Lan Wangji bends down, and Wei Wuxian hugs him closer to trap him there, but he doesn’t budge.

“I have a meeting,” he says when they part.

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. “Right. The Yu clan is here.”


“But you don’t have to go immediately. Surely we have time to-”

“It’s a scheduled appointment,” he says.

“Ugh. Fine.”

Lan Wangji gets up from the bed, his loosely tied robes slipping down his shoulders. It truly is a heavenly sight: his dark hair cascading down the pale skin of his back, the way his silhouette thins at his narrow waist and then spreads on the curve of his hips.

Wei Wuxian stays on the bed, watching as Lan Wangji takes off his robes and slaps a heating talisman on the wooden tub, already filled with water. He stands there completely naked, waiting for it to warm up, as he untangles the knots in his hair with his fingers.

“Lan Zhan, you’re tempting me on purpose,” Wei Wuxian says.

Lan Wangji turns his head slightly in his direction, tilting it like he has no idea what he’s talking about.

Wei Wuxian almost wants to laugh. Over the course of the last few days, he found out that Lan Wangji is actually much, much more feral in bed than he ever could have imagined. The calm and put-together appearance could never have prepared him for the insatiable creature he found hiding underneath Lan Wangji’s skin. He would blush and lower his gaze, while tearing off Wei Wuxian’s clothes at the same time. He would tell Wei Wuxian to stop talking or teasing him, but his hands would be digging bruises into Wei Wuxian’s hips.

Oh, this was definitely, definitely on purpose.

“I’m not,” Lan Wangji says, but Wei Wuxian knows he’s lying through his teeth. “I have to bathe before leaving.”

‘I’ , Lan Zhan?” he asks, already getting up from the bed. “Not ‘we’ ?”

Lan Zhan lifts his long, muscular legs, and steps into the water, sinking down slowly.

“You’re free to join me,” he says. “But feel no obligation to.”

Wei Wuxian unties his robes and lets them fall to the floor.

“What do you mean, feel no obligation? How could I ever-”

His eyes fall on the open letter left by the Meishan Yu clan, right on the table, and his voice goes silent.

Lan Wangji was writing a response to it the day before when a Lan disciple arrived to tell them that the Yu Clan had suddenly arrived. Lan Wangji didn’t seem pleased by it, but Wei Wuxian was too distracted by his own work to ask him why that was.

He picks the letter up out of curiosity, and starts reading.

“You seemed bothered by this yesterday,” he walks towards the tub, eyes running through the words. “It is in everyone’s interest to join two powerful clans through the unbreakable bond of... Wait. Is this a-”

Wei Wuxian looks up, but Lan Wangji has his eyes closed, simply enjoying the water.

“A marriage proposal?”


“To you?”


Wei Wuxian feels his throat closing. Surely, he can’t accept it. He can’t be thinking of…

“And what will you say?”

At that, Lan Wangji finally looks at him.

“To what?”

“This…” Wei Wuxian walks toward him, reading through the letter once more. “I suppose this is a very advantageous… I mean, whether you accept or deny, the consequences will be-”

Lan Wangji reaches for his hand, effectively shutting him up.

“Wei Ying,” he says, his voice softer than before. “I won’t accept.”

Wei Wuxian tries his best to suppress his sigh of relief.

“Oh,” he swallows. “That’s… good. You wouldn’t want... to marry without love.”

“No,” Lan Wangji says, looking fixedly at him. “I wouldn’t.”

Wei Wuxian leans down, feeling a bright smile paint his face despite his efforts to hide it. He comes eye to eye with Lan Wangji, kneeling by his side, and kisses his wet hand.

“Is that why they’re coming here today?” he asks. “To discuss a marriage alliance?”

If the clan sent a letter and didn’t even wait for an answer before coming, it means that they’re serious about their business. Whoever this person they want to marry off is, they are determined to get them together with Hanguang Jun.

Wei Wuxian can’t really say he blames them.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji answers, turning his hand up so Wei Wuxian can kiss the inside of his wrist. “Don’t worry. Shufu and I are used to diverting these things.”

“Lan Zhan…” he kisses up his arm, trailing his lips over his skin. “Can I come to the meeting as well?”

Lan Wangji narrows his eyes, like he knows exactly what’s going through his mind.

“Yes,” he says. “Under one condition.”

“What is it?” Wei Wuxian asks.

He feels Lan Wangji’s arms wrapping around him, and then his weight shifts in middle air. There’s a loud splash of water as Wei Wuxian is pulled into the bathtub, landing on his lap.

“Bathe first,” Lan Wangji says, and kisses him full on the lips.




The meeting starts boring, like any other meeting Wei Wuxian has ever been to.

Greetings and pleasantries, useless conversations that have nothing to do with what they came here for.

He sits by Lan Wangji’s side, with Lan Qiren right in the center of the room. The tea they’re offered is too bitter for his taste, and Wei Wuxian can swear he’s this close to raising his voice and asking the people who sit in front of him to just speak their minds already.

He won’t. The Yu clan members are already looking at him like they’re scared he’s gonna explode into a cloud of black smoke. He’s half tempted to actually do it.

The girl who he assumes is here to be Lan Zhan’s match is, in fact, very pretty. She also seems to be extremely polite, bowing to them respectfully and sipping quietly on her tea without even wrinkling her nose at the taste.

And she is… staring at Lan Wangji. A lot. But that should be normal, right? He would also want to have a good look at the person he’s being married off to...

Wei Wuxian is not focusing on her, though. He’s focusing on the sect Leader and the girl’s mother, who are the ones who probably sent the letters here.

The talk finally moves into politics, and Lan Wangji’s hand twitches almost imperceptibly by his side. Wei Wuxian glances at him, wanting to catch his eyes.

Ever since the meeting started, it’s like Lan Wangji went into an open-eyed meditation session. He hadn’t moved a single muscle, not even to drink. Wei Wuxian highly suspects he wasn’t listening to a word of what was being said.

“... the Lan Clan seems to be steady in its growth throughout the years,” Leader Yu says.

“Of course. And the Yu Clan is a powerful ally we can always count on,” Lan Qiren says.

The Yu leader shifts in his seat, glancing at his wife. “This is, in fact, a relationship we would like to strengthen, in the next few months.”

Lan Qiren sends a brief look in Lan Wangji’s direction, then says. “I... believe we have a lot to offer to each other, still.”

Wei Wuxian rolls his eyes. Why are they dancing around the topic? Just say what you came here to say and be done. He pities Lan Wangji for having to deal with all of this in these years as Chief Cultivator. He never enjoyed this kind of small talk.

How many times has he had to deal with marriage proposals, for him to say that he and Lan Qiren are used to handling it? Surely it would have to end, at some point. People would eventually get the hint that he doesn’t wish to get married.

Wei Wuxian wants to soothe some of Lan Wangji’s apprehension, but he isn’t that close, and if he speaks too loudly, anyone will be able to hear.

Making sure no one is looking, he flicks his wrist and pushes a wooden spoon to the floor.

All the heads turn in his direction, startled by the sound. He apologizes with a smile, and bends down to pick it up.

When he rises, he’s sitting considerably closer to Lan Wangji.

“This is boring,” Wei Wuxian whispers at him, now in the right distance to be heard. Lan Wangji sends a blank look in his direction, and slowly shifts his body a little closer, too. He’s a lot smoother about it. Wei Wuxian smiles at him. 

The talk of marriage starts.

Lan Qiren is very polite, but it’s clear from how he tries to deflect the questions that he knows Lan Wangji will not accept any of the offers that are being made. Wei Wuxian doesn’t envy his position. It must be hard having to toe the line between denying a request from an influential clan, while still keeping in their good graces.

The problem is, Leader Yu doesn’t seem to get the hint. He is insistent, talking about all the things they could offer each other, about his daughter’s dowry, about her qualities. Lan Qiren listens gracefully, but Wei Wuxian can see by the reddening of his neck that he’s starting to get a little bit annoyed.

He sighs, leaning forward on the table to rest his chin on his hand. His eyes fall on the girl again, and he can’t help but raise an eyebrow at her.

She is still looking intently at Lan Wangji, her eyes going up and down his features with what is clearly... interest.

Wei Wuxian feels a weird weight on his stomach, something he can only barely recognize. Yes, Lan Wangji is beautiful and deserves to be looked at, but this… Isn’t this too much?

He hasn’t dealt with jealousy many times in his life, but he thinks this is what it must be like, to feel the urge to go stand in front of Lan Wangji’s body and shield him from her watchful gaze.

Without thinking, he slides his body closer to Lan Wangji, not caring about how obvious it looks. The girl doesn’t seem to notice him, focused so intently as she is.

Wei Wuxian huffs in frustration, but an idea sparks in his mind. Something that will probably get a few glares from the Lan elder, but that will also be… a clear message. Not only to her, but to the leader of her clan.

Slowly, deliberately, he reaches behind Lan Wangji’s back and tugs at the end of his forehead ribbon.

Lan Wangji’s eyebrow does a light twitch, but he doesn’t move. Wei Wuxian does it again, searching his face for any sign of resistance, but there isn’t a single trace of it.

Satisfied, he pulls one end of the ribbon to the front of Lan Wangji’s shoulder, visible to the entire room, and curls it around his own finger.

He makes sure to seem as casual as he can, keeping his eyes on the person who’s speaking, absentmindedly playing with the fabric like he does it everyday.

The first person to notice it is the girl, her eyes widening slightly as her hand goes up to touch her mother’s wrist. The mother looks at her, then at them, and her jaw drops.

Wei Wuxian resists the urge to smile, focusing on Lan Qiren’s speech about how Lan Wangji is surely one of many suitable bachelors in the Lan clan.

The girl and her mother whisper between themselves, watching as Wei Wuxian wraps and unwraps the ribbon around his wrist. Good. It seems like the meaning of the Lan ribbon is well known throughout the clans, even if he didn’t know it himself as a teen.

Wei Wuxian sighs at his own obliviousness. A few nights ago, before they went to sleep, Lan Wangji had stood in front of him and tied the ribbon around his entire forearm. He looked devastatingly vulnerable while doing it, not even meeting his eyes, and Wei Wuxian felt like he was something breakable, something he needed to hold tightly and take good care of.

So that was exactly what he did. He guided Lan Wangji to the bed, kissed his entire body, and held him as close as possible through the entire night.

The next day, he went to the Library, just to make sure he knew the full meaning of Lan Wangji’s gesture. He remembered being told one night when they were teenagers, but he’d been drunk, and his memory was never something he could fully rely on.

He clenches his hand at the memory, tugging the ribbon down. Lan Wangji turns to him then, not angry, not even annoyed, but with an inquiring look in his eyes, silently asking if there’s anything wrong.

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian says, raising a hand to adjust the ribbon on his forehead.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji keeps his eyes on him as he smoothes the fabric over his skin, not quite smiling, but blinking slowly in the way he does when he wants to. “No need.”

They turn their faces back to the room, only to be met with a number of shocked eyes.

“We should… The Yu clan-” Leader Yu clears his throat and looks back at Lan Qiren, seeming at a loss for what to say.

Wei Wuxian risks a look at him too, and has to press his lips together against the bubble of laughter in his throat. The teacher is completely red in the face, looking at the both of them with widened eyes.

Lan Wangji meets his stare right on, a silent conversation seeming to pass between the two. Eventually, Lan Qiren takes a deep breath, and turns back to the guests.

It’s not a long meeting after that.

He does a great job of denying them Lan Wangji’s hand, while still giving them just enough to keep a prosperous alliance without insulting their pride. Wei Wuxian can’t help but admire his political abilities, and by the time the meeting is finally over, Lan Qiren has Leader Yu smiling and laughing loudly again.

Wei Wuxian finally takes a full breath when he walks out of the meeting, following Lan Wangji closely. Once outside the door, he allows a wicked smile to draw up his lips, and tugs on Lan Wangji’s sleeve.

“You were right, Lan Zhan! Your uncle is truly very good at this, and I don’t just throw compliments at Old La-”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji turns to him and grabs his wrist, a tiny pinch between his eyebrows. “You did that on purpose.”

Wei Wuxian tilts his head at him.

“Yeah. I thought I could help you out a bit. Maybe if we can get some of the marriage proposals to stop…” he shrugs. He doesn’t want to mention his jealousy, or the deep desire in his chest to claim some part of Lan Wangji for himself. To show people exactly who they are to each other.

“But there are implications,” Lan Wangji tightens his grip on him in a way that almost hurts. “That we are...” he stops.

Wei Wuxian searches his face, trying to understand what the problem is.

“Did I go too far?” he asks, and the look on Lan Wangji’s face somehow gets even more conflicted. “Does it bother you, if… If people know-”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathes.

The door opens behind them again, and the people of the Yu clan walk out, followed by Lan Qiren. They exchange farewells and bows, vowing to stay in contact through letters, and still, Lan Wangji does not let go of his hand.

“Wangji,” Lan Qiren calls after they’re gone.

Lan Wangji blinks, like coming out of a daze, and drops his wrist.

“Shufu,” he turns to him.

“Before anything else,” Lan Qiren glances at Wei Wuxian, then back. “... Talk to your brother.”

Lan Wangji nods. Lan Qiren goes back inside, and he turns to look at him again.

“Will you wait for me?” he asks.

Wei Wuxian gives him a soft smile.





Wei Wuxian waits.

And waits.

… and waits.

After what feels like hours, Lan Wangji still isn’t back at the Jingshi. He starts becoming restless, the fear that he’s done something wrong yet again growing inside him, and that this has somehow ruined the fragile start of the relationship they’re trying to build.

He visits the bunnies for some kind of distraction, thinking that maybe petting something fluffy will make him feel better. As soon as he sits on the grass with a rabbit in his hand, however, two distinctive voices start calling him.

“Master Wei!” Lan Jingyi comes down the cobbled path, with Sizhui right behind.

Wei Wuxian waves at them, and the bunny takes the opportunity to hop off from his lap, escaping back into its home.

“Master Wei,” Lan Sizhui says when they get close enough, bowing to him. “Is it true?”

“Is what true?”

“That we are to have a wedding soon!” Lan Jingyi says. “I wonder if the disciples can help with the preparations?”

“I think we can,” Lan Sizhui nods, with wide eyes not at all usual to his calm demeanor. It’s the most excited Wei Wuxian has seen him in a while, and it makes him smile despite his confusion. “If Master Wei allows us, of course we could help.”

Wei Wuxian shakes his hands in front of them. “I think you kids have it all wrong. There won’t be any weddings. Hanguang Jun refused.”

“Refused? That can’t be.”

“We’ve heard it from Teacher Lan himself, Master Wei,” Lan Jingyi points behind him, as if the man is standing right there. “Just now, about the wedding of Hanguang Jun and-”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice sounds over the boys’ loud ones, making them go silent. As soon as he arrives, the bunnies all start coming out of their hiding, gathering around his feet.

The kids turn in his direction and bow, no less excited than the bunnies are to see him.

Lan Wangji nods at them, then glances over at the rabbits as if he’s recognizing their presence, too.

“Allow us,” he says to the boys.

“Uh, of course, we have many things we need to get to!” Lan Sizhui tugs on Lan Jingyi’s arm, and they start walking away.

“I’ve never done anything like this before,” Lan Jingyi says, his voice getting smaller and smaller. “Are we gonna have to invite the Ghost General, do you think? We should! His presence would-”

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji calls.

Wei Wuxian turns back at him, already feeling a bright smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He takes Lan Wangji’s hand in his and laces their fingers together.

“What took you so long?” he bumps his shoulder playfully.

Lan Wangji takes his chin and brings it closer, pressing a soft, gentle kiss on his lips. Wei Wuxian closes his eyes to it, letting it linger for as long as he can.

He feels himself swaying forward when they part, wanting to chase his lips back, but manages to stop himself just in time.

“Did you have a good visit to your brother?” he asks, voice sounding way more steady than he is inside. He wonders if kissing Lan Wangji will ever stop feeling like a hazy dream.

By the foggy look Lan Wangji gives him in return, staring at his lips like he can focus on nothing else, he feels the exact same way.

“Lan Zhan?” he calls, and their gazes finally lock.

“I found something,” Lan Wangji says suddenly, seeming to come back to reality. “When we were moving your belongings to my room.”

Wei Wuxian frowns. “What did you find?”

Lan Wangji takes a deep breath. And another. Silently, he reaches into his sleeve, and takes out a rolled up piece of paper.

Wei Wuxian’s heart drops to his stomach.

“Lan Zhan,” he says, but the words die in his throat. He recognizes it too well.

“It fell from between one of your talisman stacks,” he explains.

Lan Wangji unrolls the paper slowly, revealing the art little by little. It’s the piece Ouyang Zizhen helped him with, where he and Lan Wangji are standing tall, face to face, completely dressed in bright red marital robes. There are accents of gold on their clothes and hair, which Wei Wuxian remembers adding on a whim, thinking there was no way he could ever do Lan Wangji’s beauty justice. He still tried.

“This is…” he swallows, not knowing quite well what to say. Lan Wangji stares at him, waiting, and his fingers touch the paper so lightly it almost looks like he’s holding something holy. “Uh, Zizhen drew it for-”

“It’s your art. I recognize it,” Lan Wangji whispers, tracing his fingers over the lines of Wei Wuxian’s face in the painting. “I keep everything you have ever drawn me.”

Wei Wuxian stays quiet, trying to breathe slowly. He feels like his heart has stopped beating, and like it’s racing out of his body, all at once.

“Wei Ying…” Lan Wangji says, his voice slightly shaky. “You made this, and you never mentioned it, so neither did I. But today, you...”

He stops. Carefully, he rolls the paper again, holding it close to his chest. His eyes are focused somewhere near Wei Wuxian’s feet, too scared to look up, and the fragility in his gaze breaks something in Wei Wuxian’s heart.

“You knew what it meant. To touch the ribbon, especially in public,” Lan Wangji clutches the paper, and then carefully relaxes his fingers again. “So does this mean…? Wei Ying, am I mad, if I assume…”

“You’re not mad,” Wei Wuxian says, grabbing both of Lan Wangji’s wrists. “You’re not mad if you assume, as long as you don’t think I am mad for wanting it.”

Lan Wangji very nearly gasps, his eyes finally snapping up to meet him.

“Wanting it,” he echoes, like he can’t quite believe what he’s hearing.

Wei Wuxian pries his fingers open and takes the drawing from his trembling hands.

“I’m not naive, Lan Zhan,” he carefully tucks the drawing back inside Lan Wangji’s sleeve. “I have no clan. No money. Nothing to offer.”

“I don’t want anything,” Lan Wangji says, and his eyes are too red, too open. “I only want you.”

Wei Wuxian feels his knees buckling under him, and leans into Lan Wangji’s body for support. Immediately, strong arms curl around his waist, hands sprawled over his back. Lan Wangji sways a little, too, and it’s almost laughable, how they are both trying to support each other while being in no condition to do so.

“Still,” Wei Wuxian says, not knowing exactly why he’s resisting so much. A part of him has always wished for Lan Wangji to find the drawing, even if he would never have shown it to him willingly. “It would be such a scandal…” he laughs, but there’s only resentment in it. “The righteous Hanguang Jun, married to the disgraced Yiling Laozu.”

“No,” Lan Wangji says, squeezing him even harder. His gaze is determined, intense, and Wei Wuxian can’t look at anything else. “Lan Zhan, married to Wei Ying.”

“Lan Zhan,” he repeats, testing the words on his tongue. “Married to Wei Ying.”

“Is it… Something you would ever want?” Lan Wangji asks.

“To be claimed as yours, officially?” Wei Wuxian lets out a tiny laugh, but this time, it’s genuine. “For you to be mine, irrevocably, forever?”

“I already am,” Lan Wangji says earnestly, stealing all the air from Wei Wuxian’s lungs.

“Of course I want it, Lan Zhan,” he cups Lan Wangji’s face, brushing his thumb over his cheeks. “I want everything from you. Haven’t you learned it yet? If you keep letting me, I’m going to take, and take, and take, and I will never be able to stop.”

“Then take,” Lan Wangji touches their foreheads together, lowering his voice to a mere whisper. “Marry me, Wei Ying.”

Wei Wuxian smiles, ignoring the way his own eyes sting.

“Alright,” he says. “Alright, Lan Zhan. Let’s get married.”

Before his brain can register what’s happening, they’re kissing, and Lan Wangji is squeezing him so hard it almost hurts. Wei Wuxian doesn’t care. His grip on Lan Wangji is just as tight, tighter even, as he melts into their embrace.

“Fuck, your uncle is gonna be so mad,” he whispers when Lan Wangji gives him space to breath, laughing almost hysterically.

“Shufu already knows.”

“He does?” Wei Wuxian pulls back to look at him. “What about your brother?”

Lan Wangji gives him a playful bite on the lip.

“He said he cannot wait to attend.”

“Attend?” Wei Wuxian draws back even further, but Lan Wangji holds him close. “Isn’t he in seclusion?”

“He has hinted at his return for a while, now,” Lan Wangji kisses up his jaw, stopping to bite the tip of his ear.

“That’s… good,” Wei Wuxian says. He thinks he should pay more attention to what’s being said, but he can’t focus with Lan Wangi’s breath on his neck. “Wait. Wait, wait. Is that what the children were talking about? Our wedding?”


“But how did you know I’d say yes?” he teases, poking Lan Wangji’s cheek. “What if I didn’t want to be your husband, huh? What would you have done, Han. Guang. Jun?”

“Husband,” Lan Wangji’s eyes darken, and the beautiful flush rises back to his ears.

Wei Wuxian smirks, recognizing the look on his face.

“Husband,” he kisses Lan Wangji’s cheek, then his nose, then his lips. “Husband, husband, hus-”

There’s a blue light, and suddenly, Wei Wuxian is being lifted by his waist to stand on Bichen’s blade. Lan Wangji climbs on it right behind him, and starts flying them home as fast as he can.

Across the Cloud Recesses, Wei Wuxian’s laughter sounds loud and clear. None of the Lans startle: they are used to it, by now.

Wei Wuxian is home.