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The soft chime of his phone pulled Lan Wangji from his workload. His brow furrowed as he looked over at his phone, seeing a text notification lighting up the screen. Who would be texting him? His brother literally worked across the way, he could just walk over to talk with him. He reached out for the phone, his brow only furrowing further as he saw it was an unknown number. He unlocked it, pulling up the text message. 

I thought you’d like an update on an old friend.

The short message was followed by an attached video. Lan Wangji’s finger hovered over it, hesitating. Old friend? He barely had friends, much to his older brother’s disappointment. In truth, he was even beginning to find his own social life lacking. He’d hated group projects at school, yet now he missed the required socialization of them. He barely spoke to anyone outside of his brother and his uncle. He gave commands and orders out to coworkers, but it was hardly rewarding socialization. Especially since most of them seemed to be terrified of him. 

Which made the text message even more confusing. Who would send it to him? Who would have his phone number? More importantly, how did they know about this ‘old friend’ to begin with?

His phone vibrated as a second text came in from the same phone number. 

Look at his neck towards the end.  

Lan Wangji’s curiosity won out, his thumb pressing down on the file. Only to have his breath catch as a familiar face filled his screen. 

Staring back at Lan Wangji was Wei Wuxian. The boy he’d spent years pining after despite only knowing him for a handful of months. The beaming grin and cheerful laughter that kept him company in his ruts, even now. Although the face was instantly recognizable, it had changed. 

The cheeks that so often were stretched by a beaming grin, were now sunken and shallow. Dark bags sat under his light grey eyes, which had seemed to have lost their youthful sparkle. His black hair was messily pushed out of his face and in a desperate need for a trim. From what the video frame showed of his torso, he’d gotten thin. Thinner than a man of his size should probably be. 

Lan Wangji’s heart pounded in his ears as he pressed the play button. 

“Hey guys ,” Wei Wuxian’s voice sounded. It was far from the loud boisterous tone he’d used in high school, the kind that filled whatever room he entered. Instead it was low, as if he didn’t have enough energy to bring it back up to its full volume. 

“I know it’s been a while since I gave you an update.” Wei Wuxian sighed as he ran a hand through his hair. “ I just want to say thank you to anyone who’s donated to my gofund me, it’s helped more than I can say. My brother’s officially out of the hospital, his collarbone all healed up.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “ They decided to put my sister in a medically induced coma, they said it'll be less painful that way.” Wei Wuxian’s eyes pressed closed before he shook his head. As if to shake the tears or thoughts out of it. 

“ I know a lot of people have been messaging to ask when I’m going to start streaming or producing videos again.” Wei Wuxian looked back up to the camera. “ I’m sad to say right now it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen. We’re barely managing to get by with the medical bills, I’m having a hard enough time getting money for food, let alone considering spending a couple grand on a new gaming rig. Even if I did have that money, well it would be going to medical bills, our motel fees and food.”

“Even then,” Wei Wuxian sighed as a hand came up to run through his hair. “ What am I doing?” He huffed as the camera frame shifted, as if he didn’t intend to record this. “ Lotus Pier is going bankrupt and my brother’s going to jail for it and what am I doing? Making a fucking video. Like it’s going to help. A few hundred dollars from gofundme isn’t going to pay off the Wens. Hell it’s barely helping now. I’m not going to be another fucking sob story on the internet.”

“But what the fuck am I supposed to do?” Wei Wuxian hissed, the phone dropping to the floor. A dingy ceiling and a light fixture that looked like it was straight out of the seventies swam into view. “ Fuck.” 

Lan Wangji’s phone speakers filled with the sound of shuffling. Wei Wuxian’s head came into view of the camera, a hand held up to staunch the flow of blood from his nose. The sound of toilet paper being rolled was followed by Wei Wuxian shoving it up his nose. 

“ Damn cheap suppressants.” Wei Wuxian hissed to himself. Lan Wangji’s eyes widened, the second text flashing through his mind. His eyes darted to Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

He nearly dropped his phone as he saw the mating gland there. 

The distinctly omega mating gland. 

Wei Wuxian was an omega. 

Your omega . Lan Wangji’s instincts purred. His eyes fluttered closed, taking a deep breath as he tried to bring his instincts back under control. Instead it only allowed his mind to conjure up images. 

The Cloud Recesses Academy Library. Wei Wuxian bent over their table, but this time Lan Wangji didn’t have to work him open with lube or spit. This time his thighs were glistening with his own slick. The way his fingers dug into the soft flesh of his ass as he spread it to watch his own cock disappear. The sweet moans that kept in time with his thrusts. The way the back arched up, a head tilting to give him access as he bared his teeth and sunk in- 

“Maybe I could talk the Jins in to reopening the marriage contract .” 

Lan Wangji’s eyes flew open. His gaze falling back to the phone he’d dropped on his desk during his rather vivid daydream.

“Being married to that peacock would still be better than Jiang Cheng going to jail .” Wei Wuxian groaned. “Maybe it would work in lieu of a payment to the Wens? Fucking hell the thought of sleeping with any of the Wens makes me sick to my stomach.” 

A growl ripped from Lan Wangji’s chest as he grabbed his phone off the table. He stalked over to his brother’s office. 

“Wangji?” Lan Xichen’s eyes went wide as Lan Wangji entered without even a knock. 

“I want a marriage contract with the Jiangs.” 

A silence settled over his brother’s office as Lan Xichen’s eyes grew even wider. 

“I didn’t realize you were so fond of Jiang Yanli,” Lan Xichen finally spoke. 

“Not with Jiang Yanli,” Lan Wangji instantly rebutted. 

“Wangji, for a marriage contract to work it needs-” 

“He’s an omega.” 

Another silence settled over the office. 

“Wei Wuxian,” Lan Xichen started slowly. 

“Is an omega,” Lan Wangji finished for him with a nod. 

“Are you sure?” Lan Xichen questioned. “Male omegas are extremely rare.” 

“I’m sure,” Lan Wangji held out the paused video, showing off the mating gland. 

“Wangji where did you get this?” 

“Not important,” Lan Wangji replied, withdrawing his phone. “I want a marriage contract.” 

“Well, his brother is scheduled to meet with us this afternoon,” Lan Xichen murmured to himself as his hand went to his calendar. “We could bring the topic up then.” 

“Good,” Lan Wangji nodded as he turned to leave.

“Wangji, are you sure about this?” Lan Xichen stopped him.  

“I am,” Lan Wangji nodded as he continued on his way out. 

There was no way the Wens or the Jins were getting his Wei Ying. 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

“You smell disgusting.” 

“Good evening to you too Jerry,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at the night clerk at the front desk. The pot bellied balding middle aged man merely grunted back, his attention returning to the magazine he was ogling. 

Wei Wuxian hoisted his bag a bit higher on his shoulder, hoping the pungent smell of pickles wasn’t going to rub off on it. It would be a miracle if he would be able to save the sweatshirt he was wearing. His hand came up to rub at his temple, the squeezing pressure of his headache only made worse by the pungent smell and the flickering lights of the motel hallway. He dug in his pocket as he shuffled down it.  

At least the smell of the pickles was enough to drown out the motel’s usual smell of weed, mold and years of cigarette smoke. He jammed his key into the lock, doing the complicated series of jiggles to get the door to actually open. All while trying to be quite on the off chance that Jiang Cheng was actually asleep. 

He prayed he wasn’t.

He prayed his brother finally had good news after these few months of hell. 

The door finally swung open, the soft light in the room telling him what he needed to know. He put a big smile on his face, loading up a teasing remark as he stepped over the threshold to the room. 

“Before you say anything, be thankful I wasn’t in the World Food Isle! We just got a load of kimchi and sauerkra-” Wei Wuxian’s words died on his tongue as the scent of alcohol hit him like a wall. His bag slid from his grasp, landing with a small thud on the stained paisley carpet of the motel room. 

Anger and frustration went rolling through Wei Wuxian’s system as he took in the sight of his brother before him. Jiang Cheng was barely staying upright in the chair, his body slumped as he stared off through the window at god knows what. Dangling loosely in his fingers was an empty bottle of Old Crow. Not only did he spend money they didn’t have on booze, but he didn’t even have the courtesy to save him some!

He fumed as he stalked across the room, rounding around the bed.

“What the hell do you think you-” 

Wei Wuxian broke off as he saw his brother’s face. The thousand yard stare was red eyed. The slack face was tear stained, dried dribbles of alcohol accompanying them. All his anger bled away, replaced with exhaustion. 

“Let’s get you to bed,” Wei Wuxian murmured as he leaned down. His hand gently tugged the empty bottle out of Jiang Cheng’s grasp. His brother startled, his eyes locking onto Wei Wuxian. 

“Wuxian?” He croaked. A hand reaching up to scrub at the tear tracks on his face. “Is it that late?” His eyes darted to the clock on the nightstand. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian sighed, glancing up to see the clock tell him it was three thirty. He had to be up in three hours. “Come on,” He lightly tugged on Jiang Cheng’s arm. 

“Aren’t you going to ask how it went?” Jiang Cheng stumbled to his feet. 

“I can guess A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian sighed. His nose wrinkled from the smell of the alcohol on his little brother’s breath as he moved to support his weight. 

“You were right,” Jiang Cheng huffed. “The Lans are all assholes.” 

“I called them fuddy duddies,” Wei Wuxian found himself protesting as he struggled to get Jiang Cheng over to the bed. He gave up all thoughts of getting him into pajamas as his brother went boneless against him. He groaned as he heaved Jiang Cheng towards the bed, the whole thing jumping from the force of his landing weight. 

“They found out,” Jiang Cheng murmured. 

“Found out what?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he moved away, moving to pull his pickle scented pull over off. 

“About you.” 

Wei Wuxian froze, his arms pausing mid motion. His eyes fluttered closed within the safety of the pullover as he waited for Jiang Cheng’s next words. 

“Said they couldn’t make a deal without a marriage contract.” 

Wei Wuxian expected himself to feel more about those words. He expected anger, righteous fury that the Lans would resort to such an old tradition. Instead, all he felt was resignation; acceptance. Hadn’t he just thought about it the other night? He felt a flash of worry, he’d accidentally uploaded the unedited version of his video. He thought he’d caught it in time, had someone seen it? 

“I told them to go fuck themselves.” 

“What!?” Wei Wuxian ripped his pullover the rest of the way off. 

“I’m not going to sell you to save Lotus Pier!” 

“This isn't just about Lotus Pier!” Wei Wuxian snapped as he threw his pullover. “This is about keeping you from going to jail! Or did you forget that’s what the Wens will do for defaulting on the loan?” 

“I can live with going to jail,” Jiang Cheng snapped back. 

“You don’t have to!” 

“This conversation is over,” Jiang Cheng gritted his teeth. Wei Wuxian let a frustrated huff out as his brother turned over, tucking a pillow over his head like a fucking child. 

Wei Wuxian stomped to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. He paced, letting out a frustrated shriek as he planted his hands on the bathroom counter top. He looked up at the crooked motel mirror, his gaze drifting down his reflection. 

The past four months had been far from kind. His ribs were clearly defined from under his skin, which sported red welts and rashes from the cheap suppressants and cheap work uniforms. The bags under his eyes and sunken cheeks only made him look haunted, like the cracked out prostitutes he passed every day on his way to work. He’d considered it, selling his own body a few nights a week so that he could actually get a break from his three jobs. Looking at it now, he couldn’t imagine anyone would take him up on the offer. 

But the Lans were offering.  

Not just some sleazy one night stand, but a marriage contract. His hands flexed where they were resting on the counter. He could live with Jiang Cheng hating him forever, but he wouldn’t survive his brother going to jail. Maybe if Jiang Yanli wasn’t in a medically induced coma for her burns, maybe then he might have had a chance. 

But he couldn’t survive without a pack. 

“A-Cheng, A-Li this is A-Ying,” Jiang Fengmian’s voice drifted through his mind. “Your new brother.” 

“Why does he smell like that?” 

Wei Wuxian could still remember the sense of shame that had flooded through him at the words. He’d noticed it the moment he’d stepped into the Jiang family home, his lungs filling with the soft scent of maple wood and violets. He could smell the scents coming off of the two infront of him. The social worker had made him bathe, robbing him of his attempts to create the sweetened dough and campfire scents he barely remembered. Now all he smelled like was soap.

“A-Cheng!” Jiang Fengmian’s hand reached out, pulling Jiang Cheng away. Wei Wuxian's eyes widened as he overheard the soft scolding. “Mind your manners, not everyone is as lucky as you are.” 

“It’s very nice to meet you,” Jiang Yanli had smiled as she stepped forward, pulling his attention away from the scolding. “Can I call you A-Ying?” Wei Wuxian nodded slowly, his body warming as a large smile grew on Jiang Yanli’s face. “Would you like a hug?” 

He knew Jiang Yanli had felt his body tremble as he hugged her, the first physical affection he’d felt in years. His head had gravitated towards her neck, where her own soft scent of lotus was beginning to form. He knew she understood when she held him tighter. As if she alone could fill the void that living on the streets without a pack. 

  Wei Wuxian choked back tears at the memory. He opened his eyes to find his arms shaking, he swore. The last thing they needed was him breaking down right now. He brought the shower to life, praying the few minutes of hot water would be enough. He crouched in the spray, wrapping his arms around himself as he closed his eyes and tried to pretend it was someone else holding him. 

Pack Deprivation, that’s the fancy name the doctors had told him. When children have a complete lack of exposure to scents and physical affection in their formative years, it has mental and physical ramifications when they present as adults. It manifests in two ways. Either complete revulsion by scents and physical contact, or they become dependent on it. Their system becoming more and more stressed until they either received contact, or broke. 

Wei Wuxian had noticed the signs occurring more frequently now. He loved Jiang Cheng, but the alpha was far from affectionate. He’d hoped sharing a bed would be enough. If they had insurance he could just go to an Omega Center, cuddle a random stranger until he was good. But now?

Wei Wuxian sighed as he straightened, closing his eyes and tilting his head back so the spray ran down his face. Maybe a marriage contract would be better for all of them. Jiang Cheng would get to keep Lotus Pier and Wei Wuxian wouldn’t have to worry about falling apart at the seams. Maybe whoever he was marrying would be willing to help pay for Jiang Yanli’s medical bills. If not, maybe Wei Wuxian could convince them. 

It would be worth it.

Jiang Cheng would get over his anger. He’d have Lotus Pier to distract him. Jiang Yanli would understand when she woke up, she probably even understood now. The Jiangs and the Jins had a marriage contract since she was born. Lotus Pier Industries' struggling financials was probably why it was made in the first place. Only for the Jins to back out of it the moment they heard ninety percent of Jiang Yanli’s body was covered in burns and she was in a medically induced coma. 

And Wei Wuxian? 

He’d get over it. As much as he disliked the idea of handing someone else a blank check to his reproductive system, he had always wanted kids. They’d make it bearable, even if he was marrying Old Man Lan. 

His resolve set in with the last of the hot water. 

The rest of his shower was spent trying to figure out where he’d find the time to tell the Lans he’d accept their contract. No negotiations needed. 

Chapter Text

“Wei Wuxian here!” Wei Wuxian’s smile was bright as he readjusted his headset. A bright red bandana was around his neck. “I just finished my last final, I probably should be packing, ” He lowered his voice as he leaned into the camera. “But as I was finishing my final inspiration struck! The kind of inspiration that could only strike after staying up for twenty four hours to finish all those projects you put off. I give you-” Wei Wuxian paused to drumroll on his desk. “ FARMING SKYRIM!” 

Lan Wangji watched as the screen shifted, Wei Wuxian’s face growing smaller as a large dragon emblem took up the rest of the screen. His eyes remained glued to the small energetic smile on Wei Wuxian’s face as he continued to talk. 

“Okay, stick with me.” Wei Wuxian was laughing as he loaded up a game. “We all know I’m a plant bisexual, as the collection of slightly dead plants behind me attest.” He shifted as he gestured to the windowsill to the left of him. “And there are a plethora of plants and alchemical agreements in Skyrim, yet we are restricted to growing them in a tiny branch/section of our house! It’s a crime! But we know the coding is there, right? All we have to do is use it to turn the bountiful countryside into our farming bitch. And I’ve done it with the most apropos instrument.” He cackled as he pulled open an inventory. “A hoe.” 

He watched Wei Wuxian devolve into laughter, the loud boisterous kind he remembered from their days at Cloud Recess Academy. When Wei Wuxian ran out of breath, he took in a wheezing breath. A hand coming up to rub his face. 

“Fuck, maybe I should have taken a nap.” He breathed. “Oh hey chat! Thank you, ninjiaboy69, I think I’m hilarious too. Alright, let's dive into this shall we? So the normal route would have been to just keep the plants you can grow normally right? Luckily for you, I am far from normal. So I’ve tweaked the code to let you plant any alchemical ingredient. Honestly, I’m pretty sure I made it so that the creatures should spawn dead? Then again, I’m running on no sleep and four red bulls. So let's get to work!” 

Lan Wangji’s gaze shifted away from the screen as Wei Wuxian’s focus moved on to actually demonstrating the mod. Wei Wuxian liked mods, specifically making them, if Lan Wangji’s binge of his small youtube channel was proof. He had remembered the game Wei Wuxian was obsessed with in High School, Grandmasters of Cultivation, had ‘open sourced coding’ which meant he was coding his own class for the game. In truth, Lan Wangji had been more focused on watching how his lips moved than the explanation that was coming out of them. He’d had a cherry slushy before, leaving them bright red. It was also how the boy had gotten him to play the game, since he’d been so mesmerized he’d agreed without comprehending the question. 

Lan Wangji adjusted the file on his desk, flipping it open to look at the contents. He lifted out the newspaper clipping on top, Estate Decimated in Fire . He hadn’t heard the Jiang Estate had gone up in flames, since he’d been overseas meeting with different regional headquarters. He skimmed through the article, pausing on a sentence. The Jiang’s ward, Wei Wuxian, carried both of his siblings to safety. He also managed to pull his adoptive parents from the blaze, but  despite his best efforts, Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan passed away before the ambulance arrived. Nothing remains of the estate except the family. 

Lan Wangji set the newspaper aside, moving on to the papers underneath it. They were the obituaries for Jiang Fengmian and Yu Ziyuan, nothing of interest to Lan Wangji other than ‘survived by their children, Jiang Wanyin and Jiang Yanli, as well as their ward Wei Wuxian.’ 

There was that word again, ward. He shifted through the rest of the file, filled with articles relating to the Jiang family. In every one of them Wei Wuxian was listed as ward, never son or child. He paused as he came to the final newspaper, an unfamiliar smiling couple looking back at him from the grey paper. A smaller face was nestled between them, the smile instantly recognizable. 

Crash Kills Two. 

Late Saturday night, a drunk driver crossed the meridian and hit an oncoming car head on. The driver of the oncoming car, Wei Cangze, was killed instantly. His wife, Cangse Sanren, survived the initial impact but died before paramedics could arrive on the scene. It is believed that their young son, Wei Ying (4), was in the car with them. When paramedics arrived on the sight, both the boy and the drunk driver were gone. Local police are looking for information on either party. The Jiang Family will be providing a 1,000 dollar reward for information on the boy, with a 10,000 dollar reward for Wei Ying’s safe return. Funeral Services will be held at the Yi Funeral home, call 555-1031 for condolences, information on visitation or flowers. 

Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed as he shifted back through the rest of the newspaper clippings, quickly finding the first reference to Wei Wuxian as part of the Jiang family from a society page. “Making his first appearance is the Jiang’s new ward, Wei Ying (9).” 

Five years of Wei Wuxian’s life were missing. For what he paid the PI, he expected more information even with the short time frame. What the file in front of him contained he could have found himself on google. Did he live on the streets, or bounce around in foster homes? The file didn’t even detail how the Jiang’s found him. The PI wasn’t seeing the rest of his fee, that was for sure. 

“Shit!” Wei Wuxian’s voice sounded from the computer. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” 

Lan Wangji looked over, seeing what looked like an army of giants, sabertooth tigers, something that looked very plant-like, and a few humanoids. Wei Wuxian’s face had become solely focused on his task, his teeth caught on his lower lip as he worked his way through the army of things apparently attacking him. After several minutes, Wei Wuxian slumped back against his chair letting out a breathless laugh. 

“Fucking shit,” He chuckled. “In hindsight, maybe I should have made sure the creatures spawned dead. But where, dear viewers, would be the fun in that? Alright, let’s take a look at my code, shall we? Oh hey, LotusBlossom! And yes I know, I should be packing.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Come on, we both know I travel light! I’ll be able to throw it all together within two hours of you and Uncle showing up!” 

Lan Wangji watched a different grin light up Wei Wuxian’s face, this one softer. Lan Wangji squinted, barely making out the chat Wei Wuxian was responding to on the screen. He heard Wei Wuxian make an offended scoff. 

“I will have you know you and ninjaboy69 are watching right now,” Wei Wuxian said. “My channel is practically hopping. However, you do have a point. We don’t want a repeat of last finals week, although I will have you know the talking donkey had great ideas. So alas, dear viewers, I will be logging off. As usual you can catch this stream on my youtube channel in a few days. For now, Wuxian out.”

The video ended, leaving Lan Wangji with a selection of thumbnails with Wei Wuxian’s face. Since he’d already watched them all he clicked back to the main channel, finding he only had three videos left to watch. Both of them were short. He clicked on the first, Life Update . 

“Hey guys,” Wei Wuxian appeared on the screen. He stood out against the stark white wall behind him, and unlike the earlier videos he lacked his usual grin. His eyes kept flickering off the camera, worry clouding their usual shine. A pair of dark circles was visible under both of them. “I know I haven’t posted or streamed in a while. I wanted to apologize, and thank you all for your comments.” He sighed, a hand coming up to rub his face. “I thought it would be easier to post than reply to each one of them individually. Long story short, a week ago my families' house burned down. My aunt and uncle passed away, I wasn’t able to save them.” Lan Wangji saw Wei Wuxian swallow, blinking in an attempt to keep from crying as his eyes darted away from the camera. “Both my siblings were hurt pretty badly, I’m actually in the hospital right now.” Wei Wuxian’s face scrunched up as he sighed. “So for the near future, I won’t be streaming or posting. I lost my footage from my recent streams in the fire, so no new updates to the channel either. I don’t know when I might be back. For now it’s Wuxian out.” 

Lan Wangji clicked on the next one. The Wei Wuxian that appeared this time was more haggard than the last, made worse by the fluorescent lighting and beige hallway he was in. Lan Wangji could barely make out a fast food uniform. His red bandana, which was almost a trademark at this point present in every video, hung around his neck. A trademark Lan Wangji suspected that was to hide the gland on his neck. 

“Hey guys, a lot of you have been asking for another update. This is the quickest way I could think of,” Wei Wuxian sighed, a hand coming to push his messy hair out of his face. “A-Li’s still in the hospital, my brother’s healing but discharged. I’ve managed to get a few jobs to keep us afloat.” He broke off with a bitter laugh. “Some of you have asked if I’m doing a gofundme or if there’s somewhere you can pitch in. I,” Wei Wuxian exhaled, a hand coming to rub his face. “I hate to admit it but we could use the help. I’ll leave the link in the description box, don’t feel obligated. For now, Wuxian out.” 

The final one matched the setting of the one Lan Wangji had received, but he clicked on it anyway. His brow furrowing as he saw it was far shorter, it followed the video he’d watched over again right up until Wei Wuxian said ‘I’m sad to say right now it doesn’t look like it’s going to happen.’ There was a clear skip, most likely to cut out a section. He jumped in his positioning, his nose now a soft red from where he’d most likely scrubbed off the blood from his bloody nose.

“I’m keeping the channel up, my light at the end of the tunnel in case this shit passes.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “So this is goodbye, for good. I won’t be posting updates after this. So for the final time, Wuxian out.” 

With a small sad parting smile, Wei Wuxian’s finger shifted and ended the recording. Lan Wangji lingered on the closing frame for a moment. He’d watched every video on Wei Wuxian’s channel, finding him still as infuriatingly charming as he had been in highschool. 

Except Lan Wangji wasn’t a frustrated closeted gay boy anymore. Now he was an alpha who was secure in his sexuailty, and more importantly good at getting what he wanted. He’d been working for Lan Corporation since he started college. He’d been closing deals since the summer before his junior year, his ‘harsh’ nature being preferred for hard sells over brother’s polite smiles. 

A soft knock on the door pulled Lan Wangji out of his thoughts. He looked up to see his brother’s head poking in. Lan Wangji waved him in, moving to slide the newspaper clippings back into the file they came in. 

“I thought you’d want to see this,” Lan Xichen held up a file in his own hand. 

“I was-” Lan Wangji shifted. 

“Wangji, spare me.” Lan Xichen smiled as he approached the desk. 

“Researching,” Lan Wangji finished. “For our upcoming business venture.” 

“Wangji, Jiang Wanyin turned us down.” Lan Xichen sat in one of the chairs in front of Lan Wangji’s desk. His hands folding over his knee as he crossed his legs, a natural ease Lan Wangji envied. “We can’t force him to make a deal with us.” 

“We won’t,” Lan Wangji’s gaze flickered back to the paused still of Wei Wuxian on his screen. “He’ll come to us.” 

“Jiang Wanyin made his opinion quite clear.” 

“Not him,” Lan Wangji looked back at his brother. “Wei Ying.” 

“And you think this why?” Lan Xichen arched an eyebrow. 

“Devotion,” Lan Wangji hummed. “To his pack, even back in highschool.” 

“Ah, his infamous reign at Cloud Recesses Academy,” Lan Xichen chuckled. “One of twelve students to ever be expelled. What was it for?” 

“Fighting,” Lan Wangji replied. “Jin Zixuan insulted his sister.” 

“Seems a bit low to be expelled.” 

“It wasn’t his first offense,” Lan Wangji replied. He felt his ears softly flush at the memory of his school days with Wei Wuxian.

“Of course not, how else would he have gotten under my didi’s skin?” Lan Xichen smirked. “I still wonder how Uncle thought assigning you to be the head of the safety patrol would expand your social life.” 

“Wei Ying will come,” Lan Wangji’s gaze flickered back to the screen. “He’s out of options.” 

“Is that really how you want to start a relationship?” Lan Xichen questioned. Lan Wangji looked over, seeing an unmistakable look of concern on his brother’s face. 

“He’s the one,” Lan Wangji replied, unable to keep his eyes from flickering back to the frozen frame of him on the screen. 

“And when you mean ‘the one’,” Lan Xichen prodded. 

“ Ge, ” Lan Wangji felt his ears flush. 

“Oh,” Lan Xichen’s eyes widened. “Even before you knew he was an omega?” 

“ Ge, I’m gay.” 

“I always assumed-” 

“Being an alpha trumped being gay?” 

“I mean, I’ve always experienced fantasies about both.” Lan Xichen’s brow furrowed. 

“Congratulations, your bisexual.” Lan Wangji reached for his cup of tea. He saw his brother's brow furrow further. His eyes fell to the file in his clasped hands, a distraction from his brother’s new found sexual identity. “The file?” 

“Oh,” Lan Xichen shifted, looking down at the file as if he’d forgotten he had it. “It would appear your hunch paid off.” He extended it. “Wei Wuxian gave this to Uncle in the lobby an hour ago.” 

Lan Wangji had never taken something from his brother so quickly. His eyes fell to a sticky note on the front, an email neatly written out on it. He quickly moved on to the printed branding on the sticky note, a motel here in town. He flipped open the file, his eyes taking a moment to realize he was staring at medical files. 

Wei, Ying. 

Presentation name: Wuxian

Primary Gender: Male

Secondary Gender: Omega. 

Secondary Gender Presentation: Intersex, capable of siring and bearing children. 

The patient reacts negatively to the following suppressants….

Childhood malnutrition and hypothermia. 

Patient suffers from pack deprivation, resulting in hospitalization three times. The patient's case is extreme, due to a lack of both scenting and affection in his formative years. Trips to heat centers for affection and scenting are to be covered by his insurance.

With each page Lan Wangji turned, his mouth grew drier. His mind greedily hoarded the information conjuring images with each fact. A rounded stomach, a beaming smile accompanied by another one on a smaller face, a body writing underneath him a mouth falling open as it moaned Lan-

Lan Wangji snapped the folder shut. His eyes closed briefly, an attempt to clear the images from his mind. He could only think of one reason why Wei Wuxian would have given this information to Lan Qiren. He opened his eyes, meeting his brother’s gaze. 

“What did he offer?” 

“Whatever we want,” Lan Xichen replied. “Even to be a test subject if the marriage contract is off the table. Whatever it takes to keep his brother out of jail.” 

Lan Wangji felt a flash of irritation, his brother had known this since he entered his office. His questions were merely a test. A chance for him to press his little brother’s buttons. He saw a teasing smile growing on his brother’s face. 

“Although, if he’s as devoted as you make him out to be,” Lan Xichen prodded. “Maybe I should marry him myself.” A growl ripped from Lan Wangji’s chest, his brother’s teasing smile disappearing in an instant. “Wangji?” 

Lan Wangji took a deep breath as he tried to bring himself back under control. A hand came up to pinch the bridge of his nose, his jaw tensing as he resisted the urge to bare his teeth in a show of dominance. 

“I apologize, ge .” Lan Wangji finally managed. 

He’d grown up listening to people applaud the ‘Twin Jades’ of the Lan, praises that only increased after Lan Wangji presented as an alpha. They always looked at the brothers with awe, whispering about how two alphas could get along so well. Part of it was because they both controlled their emotions well. 

But Lan Wangji had always struggled when it came to partners, to friends. Their uncle blamed his mother’s death, how it isolated him to the point that the only interactions he had were with Lan Xichen and his Uncle. It had left him possessive over them, the same possessiveness that translated to the few friends he made at school. A possessiveness that grew stronger when he started to date in college. 

It wasn’t that he was controlling, he’d long learned that lesson from his parents' relationship. Instead it was the constant need, the need to let the world know that his boyfriend was his. From showering them in gifts to public displays of affection, with a devotion that scared his boyfriends off. He’d given up his junior year of college. 

“I should have known better,” Lan Xichen murmured. “Uncle has already started to draw up the paperwork for the Lotus Pier Industries bail out. I figured you would like to deal with Wei Wuxian personally.” 

“I would,’ Lan Wangji nodded. His gaze dropped back down to the motel address. Soon . His mind purred. “Thank you.” 

“The venture with Lotus Pier Industries gives us the opportunity to expand into new fields,” Lan Xichen hummed. “Jiang Wanyin, although young, has some promising ideas. If his ideas fail, it will be easy to force him out of it. And most importantly,” He paused. “I get to see my didi happy.” 

Lan Wangji nodded, his eyes glancing back to the frame of Wei Wuxian. Ward . The word lit a spark of anger in Lan Wangji. He wouldn’t fail where the Jiangs had, he’d make it clear to the world that Wei Wuxian was part of his pack. On top of it, he’d make Wei Wuxian happier than the Jiangs ever could. 

After all, if he was happy he would stay. 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

Wei Wuxian rubbed the circles under his eyes as he made his way into the motel. He stunk of french fries, the shower between shifts doing little to help, but it was still better than the pickles from the night before. Why was it he could never come back smelling like the coffee shop? At least that one was pleasant.  As he passed the front counter, the only things on his mind were a good shower and the few hours of sleep he could get before his shift at the coffee shop. 

“Wei Wuxian?” The night clerk, Jerry, called. Wei Wuxian paused, tiredly looking towards him. “Someone left a message for you.” 

Wei Wuxian groaned trying to think of the date, his headache making his thoughts fuzzy. He swore he had three more days to pay the next hospital bill. He shuffled over to the desk and held out his hand for the message. His brain sluggishly tried to figure out how to come up with the money. He didn’t have a paycheck due. He could probably sell plasma during his break tomorrow, Jiang Cheng was clear to do a double. Maybe he should reconsider looking at the pamphlet to sell his eggs. It could probably cover Jiang Yanli’s medical bills for at least a month, the question was where he would find the time. He supposed he could just sell enough to cover the time off to do the procedure, but that seemed counter productive. His gaze fell down to the message Jerry held out for him. 

Dinner tomorrow at Seven . 

It was followed by the name of a restaurant. Wei Wuxian squinted at the handwriting. It was immaculate cursive, seemingly out of place on the motel’s dingy sticky note. He flipped it over, his brow furrowing as he saw no name on the back. 

“Who left this?” He questioned. The night clerk looked at him blankly. “Did they leave a name?” 

“Uh, Lin, Lane,” The clerk’s face screwed up as he tried to remember. 

“Lan?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. 

“That’s it, real fancy fellow.” Jerry grinned. “You two aren’t in trouble are you? We can’t have another bust or we’ll get shut down.” He added in a lower tone. He seemed to consider something for a moment before speaking again. “Snitches get stitches.” 

“Nothing like that,” Wei Wuxian exhaled a smile growing on his face. “Thank you.” 

He hurried down the hall towards their room, his hands quickly inputting the restaurant name into his phone. He sent out a silent thanks that the motel offered free wifi as he started messaging his coworkers to cover the last few hours of his shift at the restaurant. He stopped by the ice machine, ripping up the note and tossing it into the trash. He pulled out the plastic compress from his work bag, popping it open and filling it with ice. He set it over the back of his neck as he headed to their room, it was doing little to nothing to help with his headache but at least it felt nice. 

He silenced his phone before approaching their room, trying to unlock the door as quietly as possible. The soft snores that greeted him when he got it open let him know his brother was sound asleep. It left him to hurry through his shower and climb in next to him, but not before carefully hiding away his phone. 

As he laid in the dark, staring up at the ceiling he felt a wave of relief wash through him. They were going to be fine. Jiang Cheng wasn’t going to jail. They were going to be fine. The last phrase repeated over and over in his mind until he drifted off to sleep. 

“Wuxian, your damn alarm is going off and I can’t find your phone!” Jiang Cheng’s growling pulled him from the confines of sleep a few hours later. 

Wei Wuxian pulled himself from the bed with a groan. He winced as he realized he’d fallen asleep with the compass on, leaving an unfortunate damp feeling. Then again, it might just be the faulty air conditioner. He shook it off as he hurried through his morning routine. He’d forgotten about the dinner until he checked his phone. He glanced nervously towards Jiang Cheng. With a deep breath, he decided he’d tell his brother after he had signed the papers. 

After it was too late for him to stop him. 

The oncoming dinner was pushed to the back of his mind as he fell into the morning coffee rush, leaving just in time to work the lunch rush at the restaurant. He felt himself dragging more than usual, staunchly trying to ignore the way his body was starting to shake. It would be fine, he told himself. It was just the stress from finding out about the Wens and the marriage contract on top of everything else. As soon as the contract with the Lans was signed and sealed he’d be fine. 

He didn’t think about his appearance until he was standing across the street from the restaurant. He’d already shed the collared shirt from the restaurant, leaving him in a faded and crumpled black tee shirt and skinny jeans, that due to his weight loss were now too big for him. The dinner was taking up his normal evening break (luckily Jiang Cheng believed he needed to stay late at the restaurant) which also meant he still stunk of french fries. 

At least he didn’t smell of pickles?

He scrubbed his face lightly with his hands, before carding them through his hair to attempt to get the shaggy mess under control. He downed the last of his free soda, spiked with some under the counter espresso shots, hoping he’d appear slightly less dead than he felt. At least the taste was enough to give his face some expression. 

Wei Wuxian checked the time as he headed for the front door. He was a few minutes late getting off his shift, meaning he was now a few minutes late to dinner. He prayed whoever he was meeting would forgive him for that. Faded memories of line writing swimming to the surface of his memories. He put on his best smile as he crossed the threshold, which did nothing to keep the disgusted glare from the matradee’s face. 

“Reservation under the name Lan?” Wei Wuxian put on his best customer service voice. “They might already be here.” 

“Your name?” 

“Wei Wuxian,” He replied. He watched a look of pain flash across the matradee’s face. 

“Follow me,” The matradee nodded with a smile that looked like it was physically hurting him to maintain. Wei Wuxian wondered what the reaction would have been if he’d kept on his fast food work shirt. 

All his thoughts on the matradee vacated his mind the moment he saw who was sitting at the table. 

“Lan Zhan?” He laughed in greeting. 

The form at the table quickly stood. The long lanky limbs Wei Wuxian had remembered had filled out with toned muscle, clear even from under the tailored light grey suit he was wearing. The face had grown more angular with the loss of the last of his baby fat, but the golden eyes peering out of that neutral expression were the exact same. His black hair was well groomed, easily classified as the more fashionable side of business.  

“Wei Ying,” The golden eyes softened as they looked at him. Wei Wuxian had moved halfway in for a hug before he paused. 

“Sorry, forgot you don’t like to be touched,” He nervously laughed, the arm stretching out moving to scratch the back of his head. He was surprised to find Lan Wangji stepped forward, a hand falling to his hip and a kiss pressed to his cheek. Touch starved, he found himself leaning into it. 

“Gods, I’m sorry I must reek of french fries!” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he heard Lan Wangji inhale. “I had to come straight from work.” 

“I apologize if the time was inconvenient,” Lan Wangji replied, moving aside to pull out a chair for Wei Wuxian. 

Wei Wuxian didn’t know why he blushed. Maybe it was because no one had ever pulled a chair out for him before, at least no one that wasn’t being paid. He supposed in a way Lan Wangji was being paid, or at least his family company was.

 “It is good to see you.” Lan Wangji offered as he settled into the seat across from Wei Wuxian. 

“Same,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “How long has it been?”

“Five years, three months, one week, two days,” Lan Wangji replied as if he was commenting on the weather. “Give or take.” 

Wei Wuxian laughed as he realized Lan Wangji was making a joke. 

“You always did have a great memory,” Wei Wuxian decided to tease. “Even for an annoying little pest like me.” He added with a wink. 

“Not a pest,” Lan Wangji replied, reaching out to take a sip of his water. 

“Please, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “I spent all that time trying to get under your skin, I’m sure you wanted to kill me. I know your Uncle wanted to. So, what did you accomplish without me to distract you? You were planning on going to college for music right?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded as he set the glass of water back down. One hand fell to his lap, the other remaining on the table. Perfectly manicured nails shining in the restaurant's lowlight, the sight of which made Wei Wuxian tuck his broken and nicked hands into his own lap. “I majored in business and music, and graduated at the top of my class. I’ve been working for Lan Corporation since the summer after my freshman year.” 

“What about your music?” Wei Wuxian questioned. He saw Lan Wangji’s lips thin ever so slightly. “Ah, well I’m sure working for the family company isn’t that bad.” He tried to reassure him. “At least you get to work with your brother, right?” He tried. It was more than he got to do. With the lack of change on Lan Wangji’s face, he figured it wasn’t a good topic to follow. “I do hope you still play in your free time.  If my terrible memory serves me right, you were an amazing musician.” 

“Do you still play?” 

“I haven’t had the time in years,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “Not to mention not having a flute.” 

Wei Wuxian flinched as he smelt burning. His eyes darted around the room, quickly finding a man lightning a cigarette across the room. The bright flame danced on the lighter, drawing Wei Wuxian’s attention in like a mouth. He began to smell the smoke, each breath getting harder and harder to take. It felt like his entire vision was filled with the flame, the heat licking at his fingers. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji’s voice broke through. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian snapped out of it. Coughing to clear the smoke from his lungs. He glanced back, seeing waiter telling the patron to put out the cigarete.“What were we talking about?” He gave him a nervous smile. He watched those golden eyes study him for a moment. 

“College,” Lan Wangji finally spoke. Wei Wuxian tried not to show an audible sigh of relief. 

“I ended up going for Video Game design, with a focus on the art side of things.” He explained. “I still wanted to do a business degree, even though I’d already been written out of the company. In the end my scholarship wouldn’t cover it, I did manage to take a few free electives for business though. Most of them were related to small business stuff and marketing though.” 

“Written out?” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “There have been cases where a mate has claimed the right to their male omega mates's family business, Madam Yu didn’t want to take any chances with me after I presented. Especially since I am technically older than Jiang Cheng.” 

“How long,”  Lan Wangji started before pausing, obviously looking for a delicate way to put it. 

“A month after I was kicked out of the Cloud Recesses, it took a while to adjust afterwards, ” Wei Wuxian replied. The reality that this wasn’t just a dinner between two highschool friends setting in. “I gave your uncle my medical files, they go a bit more in detail. I’m,” He glanced around as he dropped his voice. “I’m classified as intersex, since I’ve got both functioning sets. Apparently that isn’t the case with all male omegas? On one hand it means I’m more regular, and having kids is easier. On the other hand, I’m more at risk for some health issues.” He broke off as the waiter approached. 

“Will we be having wine with tonight’s meal?” The waiter questioned, his hand withdrawing the wine list. Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian expectantly. 

“I shouldn’t,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “I have work after this,” He explained to Lan Wangji’s stare. Besides, his cheap suppressants didn’t mix well with alcohol. He already had a headache.  “Soda, or anything with caffeine would be great.” He added with a nod to the waiter. 

“I can take your orders,” The waiter added. Wei Wuxian nodded, quickly picking something off the menu he recognized. Lan Wangji’s order quickly relayed after his own, the waiter quickly disappearing with the menus. 

“Do you prefer he or they?” Lan Wangji questioned once the waiter was out of earshot. Wei Wuxian blinked at him. “Your pronouns.” 

“Oh! He is fine” Wei Wuxian realized. “It’s what I’ve always gone by.” 

“As long as it makes you comfortable,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“I guess I’ve never really thought about it,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Thank you for asking.” He added, giving Lan Wangji a bright smile. “In truth, you're probably the first person outside of the Jiangs and my doctors I’ve ever really told.” 

“There was no one in college?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian blushed as he saw the man’s eyes widen. 

“I,” Wei Wuxian when to start. He shifted, leaning a bit closer to the wall as he moved to take the silverware out of the napkin they were wrapped in. “It can be dangerous, Madam Yu said I should only do it if I ever really trusted someone. Then the college I went to started putting up warnings about an omega trafficking ring in town.” His brow furrowed. “I always wore my bandana, Madam Yu made sure of that, but I just didn’t want to take any chances. I even transferred to a single dorm room.” 

“Are you uncomfortable with being open about your second gender?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“No!” Wei Wuxian quickly protested. “It’s just, well,” He sighed, realizing all of his actions to conceal his second gender to protect himself could be read that way. “All of my lack of openness relates to my concern about being marked against my will. I guess I just figured that a marriage contract would involve a mating bite.” 

“A bite is a serious commitment,” Lan Wangji noted. Wei Wuxian looked up, meeting his golden gaze. 

“I know,” He nodded. 

“You would really do that to save your family’s company?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian felt his brow furrow. Did Lan Wangji not understand a marriage contract? His family was even more traditional than the Jiangs. Then again, he supposed an alpha would never learn about it the same way an omega did.  “Wouldn’t you?” 

“What if the relationship falls apart, or you don’t love them?” 

“That’s a risk I’ll have to take,” Wei Wuxian shaked. “I don’t intend to let my side of the bargain fall slack. I will do whatever it takes to be a supportive mate. I’ll clean the house, I’ll go to social functions, raise the kids, whatever is needed from me.” 

“None of that speaks to love, would you risk a loveless marriage?” 

“Uncle Jiang always says love will grow,” Wei Wuxian replied. “He and Madam Yu had a marriage contract,” He added. “Madam Yu said they had a spark, and that spark carried them for the twenty nine years they were married. They might not have had the traditional love we think of between spouses, but they still loved each other in their own way. I know for a fact they both loved their children. So, I can only be in a loveless marriage if I don’t try.” 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he finished. He felt oddly exposed talking about his potential marriage like that. Especially not knowing who the Lans were setting him up with. He wasn’t foolish enough to think it would be Lan Xichen, but he’d be lying if he wasn’t hoping it might be Lan Wangji. Especially now that the man was here in front of him. He liked him, or at least he’d liked the high school version of him. He might have thought Wei Wuxian was just teasing him back then, but he did honestly want to be Lan Wangji’s friend. Friendship seemed like a good way to start a marriage. 

“We will cover the prospective costs as put forth by Jiang Wanyin when he presented them to Lan Corporation earlier this week. If Jiang Wanyin needs further funding, we can discuss it. In return,” Lan Wangji reached into his suit coat. Wei Wuxian’s eyes tracked the movement, they widened as he saw him withdraw a small black box. “You will be my mate and husband.” 

Lan Wangji’s fingers tilted back the top of the box, revealing that two rings had been nestled inside. Wei Wuxian felt his breath catch as the lights glinted off them, leaning in to get a better look. The first was a more traditional band, embedded with black diamonds and rubies. The second was a signet ring, the swirling clouds of the Lan Crest set into it.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian breathed. He felt tears prick his eyes, he blinked them away. He didn’t know why, maybe just because a ring was such a sweet gesture. His hand fell, his thumb gently running over the two rings. “You didn’t have to.” 

“I wanted to,” Lan Wangji pressed. Wei Wuxian felt a soft smile spread on his face as he glanced up at him. 

“I know this probably isn’t exactly how you planned on finding a mate,” Wei Wuxian noted. “But I’ll try to be a good one.” 

“You once said the only way I would find one was through an arranged marriage,” Lan Wangji noted. Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide, his whole face heating as he remembered saying something like that. He quickly hid his face in his hands in shame. 

“Oh god, I did, didn’t I?” He muttered from behind his palms. “I was such an asshole back then.” 

“You were not far off,” Lan Wangji murmured. Wei Wuxian peered out through his fingers, seeing Lan Wangji’s gaze on the table.

“Lan Zhan, have you looked in a mirror? I’m sure half this restaurant would marry you if you gave them the chance.” Wei Wuxian protested. He saw Lan Wangji’s ears flush red. “You’re incredibly smart and creative. I mean you were composing music in highschool! And it was good!” 

“Experience has shown many are not willing to look past the surface, unlike you.” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian felt his face flush red again. “Uncle has been supplying options, but they are,” He broke off, the softest furrow forming in his brow. 

“Not right?” Wei Wuxian tried to help. Lan Wangji looked up, the smallest smile forming as he nodded. “Well I don’t know if I am, but I’ll try to be.” He leaned forward, reaching out to squeeze Lan Wangji’s hand. “I’ll do whatever I can to make you happy.” 

Even if it meant shutting up for the rest of his life. He needed to make this go well, make the Lans feel like they were getting their money’s worth. If that meant transforming into whatever Lan Wangji needed, becoming his perfect mate, well Uncle Jiang had said Wei Wuxian could be anything he set his mind to. 

“You're already closer than they’ll ever be,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian felt his face flush again. “I wasn’t sure which one you’d like. They are both yours now,” His hand under Wei Wuxian’s tugging out lightly as he reached for the ring box. His ears darkened to a deeper shade of red. “I would like you to wear one of them.”

Wei Wuxian picked up the box, examining the two rings. He had a sinking feeling the band would pay his sister’s medical bills for a few months. However, the silver signet ring just didn’t feel right. So, he carefully tugged out the band, unable to stop his fingers from rubbing over it.

“Do I have to put it on myself?” Wei Wuxian questioned, keeping his tone light and teasing. He didn’t realize until after he’d spoken it that he desperately wanted Lan Wangji to. He was in the process of chiding himself for being too much of a romantic sap when Lan Wangji’s fingers brushed past his own.

He glanced up, seeing that Lan Wangji’s gaze was tender as he looked down at his hands. Wei Wuxian was now even more aware of the uneven nails and knicks and cuts he earned at his jobs. Lan Wangji’s hands were tender as they guided the ring onto Wei Wuxian’s finger. Leaving Wei Wuxian beat red as the cold band slid into place, as if it was made for him.  

“Don’t tell me you even remembered my ring size from highschool,” Wei Wuxian teased as it fit perfectly. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head, the smallest curl to the corners of his mouth. Wei Wuxian wondered where he learned to tease. He was drawn back by Lan Wangji’s thumb running over where the ring sat on his finger. His golden eyes studied the ring as if he was trying to commit it to memory.  “Looks perfect.” 

“You have a good eye,” Wei Wuxian complemented with a smile. He tilted his hand to admire it himself. 

“Do you want a ceremony?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian’s gaze rose from the ring, blinking at the other man. He hadn’t really thought past the ‘get someone to agree’ step of his plan. Other than the ‘figure out what his future mate wanted him to be’ part. Jiang Yanli would have chided him for jumping before he thought about it. 

“I mean Jiang Cheng is the only one who can attend on my side,” Wei Wuxian shifted, dropping his gaze back to the ring on his finger. He flexed his hand, watching the low light of the restaurant glint off of it. “As it is, he might be a bit mad at me for a little while. I haven’t exactly told him I’ve accepted.” He admitted. He looked up, seeing a concerned look on Lan Wangji’s face. “It’ll be fine! He’s always a little prickly when you do something without telling him, but he’ll get over it! The important thing is that Lotus Pier will survive and that we’ll be together.” He added brightly. 

“I’m sure you want Yanli there as well,” Lan Wangji spoke softly. Wei Wuxian felt a sad smile come to his face as he nodded. “Perhaps we could go to the courthouse and hold off on a ceremony until your siblings have recovered.” 

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

He was surprised how much he actually wanted a real wedding, no doubt thanks to the countless romance movies he’d watched with Jiang Yanli. It must be why it felt so wrong to hold a wedding without her. It was sweet Lan Wangji had even considered he’d want her there. He glanced up at Lan Wangji. 

Sweet, that was never a word he thought he’d be using for the man in front of him. Maybe he was thinking too kindly of the man in front of him. They were in a marriage contract after all, but at the same time wasn’t it good for him to be going into this so optimistic? 

“I’d like you to stop your suppressants,” Lan Wangji continued. The change in conversation felt abrupt, enough to stun Wei Wuxian for a moment. 

“Lan Zhan, I need those for my jobs,” Wei Wuxian stammered. His mind suddenly racing. The Lans were covering Lotus Pier’s debts, but he still had Yanli’s medical bills to worry about. Not to mention their motel room. He supposed he was expected to start producing kids for Lan Wangji as soon as possible but he couldn’t just leave Jiang Cheng hanging. “I know heats are the easiest way to get pregnant, but it is possible outside of them.” 

“They give you headaches,” Lan Wangji replied, reaching into his suit jacket and producing a piece of paper. Wei Wuxian recognized it as part of his medical file, Lan Qiren must have given it to him. 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian shifted awkwardly. He felt a sense of shame come over him. He closed his eyes, as if it would make admitting it easier. “Lotus Pier Industries debts aren’t all we’re dealing with. I’m already behind on Yanli’s hospital bills, and I’m barely paying for our motel room. Not to mention I’ll have to deal with my student loans eventually. I know traditionally marriage contracts are expected to quickly produce children, but I can’t leave my family hanging. I’ll do whatever I can to make it up to you, but I can’t afford not to work. I need my jobs, however crappy they might be.” 

“Do you enjoy your job?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes flew open.

“That’s not the point,” Wei Wuxian protested. “I need it.”

“Do you enjoy your job?” Lan Wangji repeated. Wei Wuxian sighed, recognizing that old Lan stubbornness. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian raised a hand to his temple to rub it. 

“Then quit,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian breathed “It’s not that easy!” 

“It is,” Lan Wangji replied, reaching into his jacket. He placed a black credit card on the table. Wei Wuxian’s eyes bulged out of his head as he saw his name on it. “Which hospital is Yanli in?” 

“General,” Wei Wuxian replied, the sight of his own name embossed on the card stunning him into answering. 

“I’ll see that she’s transferred to a Lan owned hospital.” Lan Wangji nodded, his hand slipping into his suit coat again and withdrawing a phone. “I’ll make sure the doctors examine her situation and see if there is anything that can be done to speed up or improve her recovery. Please get me the information on your student loans, as well as any other outstanding bills, and we can get them paid off.” 

Wei Wuxian found himself speechless. He swallowed around the dangerously large lump in his throat, feeling tears prick at his eyes again. Lan Wangji’s hand reached out, pushing the black card closer to him. 

“Please use this for any expenses you have,” Lan Wangji pressed. 

“You don’t have to,” Wei Wuxian protested, pushing the card back. 

“Please,” Lan Wangji replied, pushing it forward again. “It is my duty to provide.” 

“Lan Zhan!”
“Wei Ying.”

There it was. The way Lan Wangji could say his name and make it sound like fifty thousand other things. It was endearing and infuriating at the same time, like nothing had changed between them. Wei Wuxian bit his lip and looked at the card on the table, the glaring reminder that things had very much changed between them. 

“It’ll make me happy.” 

Wei Wuxian sighed, glancing up from the staring contest he was having with the card. He just had to take it, right? Not like he had to use it. Even if he did, why shouldn’t he? He was selling off his future, letting Lan Wangji mold it to whatever he wanted. He deserved to have food that didn’t come from his workplace and underwear that didn’t have holes in it.  

“Alright,” He exhaled as he picked it up. He fished his battered wallet out of his pocket. He paused looking at the duct taped seams and back to the card. He swore someone was going to show up and take it from him as he slid it in. “I can give two weeks' notice at my jobs. I can stop my suppressants after that.” 

“Wei Ying-” 

“We’re already understaffed, I’m not going to be that asshole that walks out.” Wei Wuxian cut him off. 

“You are headed to work after this?” Lan Wangji questioned, as if he’d just picked something up. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“You came from work,” Lan Wangji continued. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded again. “I have three jobs, a coffee shop, a fast food joint, and a grocery. Technically the fast food place is full time, but they don’t give me enough hours. It was supposed to have benefits, but I’d have to take a pay cut-” 

“Wei Ying.” 

Wei Wuxian glanced up, seeing concern on Lan Wangji’s face.

“It’s not that bad,” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“How many jobs does Jiang Wanyin work?” 

“He’s got his hands full with figuring out Lotus Pier,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Not to mention he was pretty injured by the fire, but I was right as rain! So I volunteered. We both knew that getting Lotus Pier back on its feet was how we were going to get out of this mess.”

“Not even part time?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“He’s got a lot on his plate!” Wei Wuxian tried not to snap back. It still sounded pointed. Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, he couldn’t afford to get angry and blow this. 

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Lan Wangji spoke softly as his hand extended on the table. His palm up in offering. Wei Wuxian blinked for a moment, unsure what to do with the apologetic air around Lan Wangji. 

“I know,” He decided to exhale, deciding to reach out to take Lan Wangji’s hand. He could feel some of his tension drain at the contact. Maybe his pack deprivation was affecting him more than he realized. “It’s just been a lot.” 

“If there is anything else I can do to help out,” Lan Wangji’s other hand disappeared into his suit coat again. Wei Wuxian was beginning to suspect he had all of China in there. “Do not hesitate to call me.” 

Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to break down laughing when he saw Lan Wangji put the newest model of phone down on the table. He squeezed Lan Wangji’s hand as he shifted to pick it up, the lock screen lighting up with a photo of two bunnies. 

“Let me guess, unlimited everything?” He questioned with an arched eyebrow. 

“Passcode is your birthday,” Lan Wangji nodded. Wei Wuxian nodded back, putting it in. He pulled up his contacts to find one labeled Lan Zhan already there. “I’ll be in contact to coordinate how we proceed from here. If you need anything, please contact me.”

“I’m pretty sure that black card solves anything that would come up,” Wei Wuxian muttered. 

“I’d like you to contact me regardless,” Lan Wangji replied, again Wei Wuxian saw a flash of those red ears. “About whatever you want.”  He couldn’t help but grin, Lan Wangji giving him permission to bother him? It was a teenaged Wei Wuxian’s dream come true. 

“Oh, Lan Zhan, you're going to regret saying that,” He laughed. “Do you have snapchat?” He questioned. Lan Wangji shook his head. “Give me,” He demanded, holding out his hand. He beamed as Lan Wangji unlocked and handed his own phone over. Wei Wuxian quickly navigated it to download it. “You need a username.” 

“Lan Wangji,” He replied simply. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“No, something fun,” He snorted. “Do you still like rabbits?” He questioned. Another nod. “Hm,” He thought, tapping the phone absentmindedly against his chin. What was the name Lan Wangji had given his character after Wei Wuxian pestered him into trying Grandmaster of Cultivation? Hanguang-jun? “Hánguāng-Bun! Or LanBun, which one do you prefer?” 

“You pick,” Lan Wangji replied. 

Wei Wuxian pouted as he debated, reaching up to rub his nose as he thought about it. He started putting the first, only to run out of characters. With a huff he backed up, putting LanBun in with a bunny emoji. He grinned as he added his own snapchat, a plan forming.

He let himself giggle as he used his own old phone to take a photo of Lan Wangji with bunny ears and sent it to him. He watched Lan Wangji open it, a small quirk appearing in his eyebrow. 

“We have some work snapchats, mostly stupid stuff. It works on wifi, so great for me,” Wei Wuxian explained with a wave of his hand. “It disappears after a while, so I can annoy you all I want without worrying about taking up space on your phone.” He winked. “Unless you don’t want me to.” He quickly backtracked. 

It was just so easy to be himself around Lan Wangji. He’d have to work on that, he doubted that was what the man wanted. Then again, it was going to be a while to figure out what kind of mate Lan Wangji wanted. Especially since he still seemed to not be a talker. 

“I want you to be yourself,” Lan Wangji replied, nearly stunning Wei Wuxian. How did he know that was what he was thinking about? “I don’t expect anyone else.” 

“Well, let me know if I get too annoying,” Wei Wuxian leveled at him. Surely the man couldn’t actually mean that.  “The last thing we want is this marriage getting off on the wrong foot.” 

“Or the wrong wall,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian laughed as his eyes widened at the memory. “I will have you know I was climbing over the right wall! The one near my dormitory had a patrol!” 

“Mn, and obviously the one you climbed over didn’t.” Lan Wangji replied. His lips had a definite curve to them now. 

“How was I supposed to know it was across from the Head of the Safety Patrols room?” Wei Wuxian huffed. “And that you had a penchant for meditating in front of your window before you went to sleep?” He continued. “I think the real tragedy is that a teenager was going to bed at nine pm!” 

“Teenage brains need plenty of sleep to develop,” Lan Wangji replied. “Which is obviously why yours was lacking.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian practically squealed. “I don’t know if my poor heart can take this teasing Lan Zhan,” He grinned as he leaned his elbow on the table. His head came to rest on his hand. 

“You’ll learn,” Lan Wangji replied, reaching forward to take a sip of water. 

“I will?” 

“I did.” 

“Oh? Are you saying I’m to blame for this teasing monstrosity in front of me?” Wei Wuxian arched an eyebrow. 

“I was the perfect student until you arrived,” Lan Wangji replied dryly, his hand resting on the table after he returned his water glass to it. 

“Oh, so what? I’m supposed to take responsibility now?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. His hand twitched on the table. 

Wei Wuxian laughed, his hand reflexively reaching out to take it. Before he had time to panic, Lan Wangji’s thumb had shifted rubbing against the ring on his finger. Wei Wuxian glanced up, seeing Lan Wangji had softened slightly. Wei Wuxian put more weight into the hand supporting his head as he looked at Lan Wangji. His system was practically purring at the contact. His mind returns to his problem at hand.

“What do you want me to do all day?” He prodded. 

“Whatever you want,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“What if I want to work back to back shifts on my suppressants?” He questioned arching an eyebrow. He swore he saw a pained look flash across Lan Wangji’s face. 

“If you really want to,” He spoke, but it sounded like each word was a battle.

Wei Wuxian stared at him for a beat. Despite the pained look, Lan Wangji looked truthful. Maybe his idea of his perfect mate didn’t include what they did for a living. Maybe it was a look or an attitude instead? 

“I don’t,” Wei Wuxian didn’t want to leave Lan Wangji hanging, squeezing the hand he was holding. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he saw a sigh of relief from Lan Wangji. “It’ll be hard to get a job without suppressants though.” He tried to suss out. 

“We can find one that doesn’t require suppressants,” Lan Wangji offered. 

“Even if we did, getting pregnant would be an issue.” Wei Wuxian realized. “I’d probably have to wait until after the kids are older, but then I’d have kids to raise.” He couldn’t keep himself from smiling as an image flashed through his mind. A small child with Lan Wangji’s eyes, but his own unruly wavy hair. 

“I want you to be healthy and comfortable,” Lan Wangji replied. His words were accompanied by the lightest squeeze to Wei Wuxian’s hand. “Only when you're ready will we discuss children.” Wei Wuxian felt himself taken aback at the sincerity in his tone. 

“You know, if I didn’t know better I would think you didn’t know how these things traditionally work,” Wei Wuxian replied as he reached out for his glass of water. “Is your Uncle not pushing you to get an heir as soon as possible?” He asked over the rim of his glass. 

“It is my life, my marriage and my future,” Lan Wangji replied. “My uncle has no place in it.” 

“To think I’d live to hear you say that,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “How is the old man doing with the realization the bane of his existence is going to be marrying his perfect nephew?” 

“He’ll survive,” Lan Wangji replied, Wei Wuxian swore he heard huffines to his tone. 

“Well, I’ll be on my best behavior when I see him,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Would sending him a stick on a beard be too childish?” He added with a wink. He saw the slightest uptick at the corners of Lan Wangji’s mouth. “I am happy to see it grew back well.” 

Their conversation was momentarily interrupted by the delivery of their food. Wei Wuxian’s stomach let out a growl at the sight of the feast that was placed in front of him. He’d expected small portions, instead he had an overflowing plate of pasta. He felt a flash of guilt, knowing Jiang Cheng was probably eating something from a gas station right now. Or nothing at all. He’d just buy him something nice when he told him about the contract. He made a mental note not to eat too much, he didn’t want a repeat of his first meal with the Jiangs.

“Video game design?” Lan Wangji prodded. Wei Wuxian looked up from the pasta with a large grin. 

“Yeah!” He grinned. “You remember how much I loved to play them in high school. I even remember talking you into playing Grand Master of Cultivation with me!”

“I remember,” Lan Wangji nodded, his lips curving upwards again. 

“Well, when I couldn’t major in business anymore I had to come up with something.” Wei Wuxian stabbed some pasta with a fork. “Since I loved video games so much and I liked art, I was like why not video game design? Luckily I’ve always had a knack for coding, you remember when I reprogrammed the Cloud Recess Academies website,” He bit into his pasta mid sentence, pausing to finish chewing. “I loved the course work, though. Then I kind of got into streaming/youtubing.”

“Perhaps you could do that,” Lan Wangji hummed. Wei Wuxian blinked as he looked up. “Streaming as a job.” 

“I mean, you have to have a pretty big following to make any money,” Wei Wuxian’s mind reeled. He’d always joked about it back in the day on his channel, about going full time with it. 

“Making money is not necessary,” Lan Wangji offered in reply. 

“Right,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as his mind chewed over the information. “I wouldn’t need suppressants, plus it would be flexible.” He thought out loud. “I’d have to get a whole new rig though.” 

“Something for consideration,” Lan Wangji inclined his head in reply. 

“You’d be okay with that?” 

“I want you to be happy,” Lan Wangji replied. There it was again, a shocking sincerity in his tone.  “Tell me more about your streaming.” 

Wei Wuxian was surprised how easily he and Lan Wangji fell into conversation. Well, more like he talked and Lan Wangji nodded and occasionally offered one to two word prompts. After months of change, it was nice to have something stay the same. Of course, it meant it was all too easy for Wei Wuxian to be himself. He tried to tell himself he’d have time to adapt, that one night of familiarity wouldn’t be bad. 

“Ah, that is my cue,” Wei Wuxian deflated when he heard his phone alarm go off. He hadn’t realized how much fun he was having. He sighed as he shut off the alarm. “Work beckons.” He waved his phone. “At least work beckons if I want to be on time.” 

“Do you need a ride?” Lan Wangji questioned as he motioned for the bill. 

“I don’t want to trouble you,” Wei Wuxian replied, eyeing the waiter as he appeared within seconds with the bill. 

“No trouble,” Lan Wangji promised him as he handed his card off to the waiter without even looking at the bill. 

“You don’t even know where it is!” Wei Wuxian laughed. 

“I have no plans,” Lan Wangji replied. “I have a car, you can avoid the bus.” 

“Bus? I was going to walk,” Wei Wuxian replied. He saw Lan Wangji’s expression harden. “God, I’m going to get a silent lecture if I say no now, aren’t I?” He sighed. “This is exactly why I never tell Jiang Cheng anything.” 

“He wants you to be safe,” Lan Wangji replied as the waiter returned with his card, quickly signing for it. “As do I.” 

“I can save fifteen dollars a day by walking,” Wei Wuxian snorted in reply. He stood slipping his bag onto his shoulder.  “To you that might not seem like a lot, but it adds up!”

“Please use the bus,” Lan Wangji replied, a hand coming to rest on the small of Wei Wuxian’s back. He was using the lightest pressure, but it still felt like a hot brand through Wei Wuxian’s shirt. “Put it on the card.” 

“Credit cards are terrible ideas,” Wei Wuxian huffed, Lan Wangji’s hand gently guiding him towards the door. He’d tried to get a credit card to help out when this all started, he was turned down by multiple companies. How was he supposed to get credit if no one would give him a line of credit in the first place? “They lead to debt.”

“I can’t add you to my bank account until we’re married.” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian nearly choked. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian wheezed. “The credit card is more than enough!”

“You can buy whatever you want,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“You’ll spoil me with that attitude,” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied as he pulled his keys out of his pocket. Wei Wuxian glanced over the parking lot as he pressed a button, zeroing in on the light blue Mercedes coupe as its lights flashed. 

He tried not to catalog the positive uptic of Lan Wangji’s ‘mn’ at Wei Wuxian’s comment of spoil. Lan Wangji couldn’t have sugar daddy tendencies, could he? Is that what he wanted? Wei Wuxian supposed there was nothing more thrilling to a sugar daddy than bailing out someone's entire company. Still, something about it didn’t seem right. 

“Quite the gentleman,” Wei Wuxian grinned as Lan Wangji opened the passenger door for him. He tried not to physically flinch as he saw pristine white leather seats. 

He tightened his grip on his bag, carefully crawling in while trying not to scuff the leather. He didn’t breath out until he was in. He smiled out the window at Lan Wangji as he shut the door. Once it was shut, he became aware of the soft sandalwood scent filling the car. He took a deep breath as he glanced around the interior, enjoying the way it mingled with the leather scent of the seats. 

He tried not to wonder how many months of medical bills the car would cover. It was funny how a few months of living paycheck to paycheck changed his outlook. He smiled as Lan Wangji got in the car. 

“It’s the grocery on fourth,” Wei Wuxian directed. Lan Wangji merely reached out to the car’s touch screen, pulling up the GPS app. “That works too,” He chuckled as he whipped his hands on his pants. 

“It’s not a bad job,” He chatted as he typed the address in. “Although, a few nights ago I was restocking the pickles and the whole shelf collapsed. I stunk, it’ll be a miracle if I can get that uniform to smell like anything other than pickles ever again.” He laughed as he pulled his bag into his lap tugging out the pullover sweatshirt with the store's logo on it. “I washed it when I showered, thankfully I have two. A coworker quit and gave this one to me. I guess I’ll find out if the other is savable when I get back to the motel.” 

“Are you attached to the motel?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Gods no,” Wei Wuxian snorted.  “They’re the cheapest in the city. Right after the fire we were in a hotel near the hospital, by the time we got our heads on straight all the money we could use for a downpayment on an apartment was going to medical bills. Realizing our situation, we looked for the cheapest option. I started applying for jobs the next day. Thank god I found something, otherwise we’d have been on the streets.” 

“No insurance money?” 

“Apparently our insurance investigator ‘found the blaze suspicious’,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “It’s tied up in red tape as the police are supposed to investigate, Jiang Cheng was working on that since he’s the beneficiary but then the whole news about the bankruptcy happened.” He sighed. 

“I will arrange for new lodgings,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Can you get something that has a kitchenette?” Wei Wuxian asked. He tried not to feel guilty, reminding himself this was what he was trading himself for. Comfort for Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Thanks,” Wei Wuxian reached up to rub his nose. “With your card we could start doing groceries, it would be nice not to eat fast food all the time. ” He sighed. More like it would be good to eat, period. “Of course, I’ll have to talk to Jiang Cheng about it. Right after I tell him he’s not going to jail,” He muttered the next part to himself. “That’s going to be a fun conversation,” He sighed, rubbing at the headache that seemed to get worse at just the thought.

“I could organize a card for him,” Lan Wangji offered. “At least until he gets Lotus Pier back on his feet.” 

Wei Wuxian glanced at Lan Wangji. If he had made this deal with the Jin or the Wen he would have been told to sit down and spread his legs by now. Instead, Lan Wangji is buying him dinner, transferring them to a nicer hotel, covering their medical bills. Hell, covering all of their bills. He wasn’t pushing kids, the only thing he seemed to push that he wanted was for Wei Wuxian to be happy. Of everything Wei Wuxian expected it wasn’t this. 

It was almost as if Lan Wangji cared. 

“Thank you,” He murmured. He saw Lan Wangji’s eyes flicker towards him, despite his head staying trained towards the road. “For all of this, you didn’t have to be as nice as this.” He broke off with a chuckle. “Part of me wonders if this would be easier if you were being an asshole.”  

“Would you like me to be an asshole?” Lan Wangji questioned as he parked. 

It pulled a chuckle from Wei Wuxian as Lan Wangji parked. He turned towards Wei Wuxian, allowing him to study Lan Wangji’s face. Maybe he wasn’t reading any of this right, maybe Lan Wangji had been lying through his teeth the entire evening. 

But it was Lan Zhan, the frustratingly cool as ice boy Wei Wuxian was still desperate to get a reaction out of. And old habits were hard to break. Maybe he didn’t have to figure all of this out all by himself. 

“I want you to be honest with me,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I'd rather know you hate me, or know I’ve done something wrong, than hear it from someone else. Or have it fester and result in a massive fight.” He’d seen too many of those between the Jiangs. He’d been the cause of too many of those fights, he pushed those thoughts from his mind. 

“I can be honest, if you promise the same.” Lan Wangji nodded. Wei Wuxian smiled in turn. 

“Thank you for the ride.” 

“I’ll walk you in,” Lan Wangji replied, moving to follow Wei Wuxian out of the car. 

“Lan Zhan,” He laughed as he got out. 

“I want to,” Lan Wangji replied, coming around the side to stand next to him. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as he sighed. He shook out his sweatshirt, glancing at the ground.

“Can you hold this?” He asked hoisting up his bag. Since the ground was wet, and it hadn’t rained, he wasn’t going to chance it. Lan Wangji nodded, taking his bag for him. Wei Wuxian quickly pulled his pullover on. “Thank you,” He said, taking his bag back. He moved off towards the back door, chuckling as Lan Wangji actually followed him. 

As they walked in, Wei Wuxian realized Lan Wangji’s lift had made him early. He supposed a few more minutes of chatting wouldn’t hurt. What did you say in parting to someone you were going to be married to?

“I’ve heard the key to a good marriage is being friends,” Wei Wuxian lamely started. “So I’d like to think this will work. I mean it will work, I’m just saying I think it will work well. Like on a level of one to ten I’m seeing us at like a six right now. Maybe a five? All I’m saying is I’m optimistic.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded, ending Wei Wuxian’s babbling. There was a quiet beat between the two of them. Wei Wuxian’s hands began to fidget with the strap of his bag. “Can I kiss you?” 

Wei Wuxian came to a nervous stop. His eyes wide as he looked up at Lan Wangji. He felt his face heating. 

“I apologize,” Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed. His own ears flushed a deep red.

“No,” Wei Wuxian quickly protested. “I mean, I’d like to. But I probably look a mess,” He nervously ran a hand through his hair. Not to mention he’d never kissed anyone before, or that his dinner had garlic in it. 

“You look fine,” Lan Wangji replied, a hand coming up to tuck a piece of hair he’d dislodged in his nervousness. It rested there, a request for permission. Wei Wuxian felt his gaze fall to Lan Wangji’s lips, he took a short breath as he stepped a bit closer. 

What was it going to be like? Should he expect sparks? Should he be worried if there aren’t sparks? Madam Yu had said the only reason her and Jiang Fengmian’s marriage had worked was because there was a spark. The spark had carried them for twenty nine years. What if the spark wasn’t there because he simply sucked at kissing? Can a spark be created, or did it just have to be there to begin with? Not to mention the standard worries, like did his breath smell terrible and were his lips chapped. Both of which were highly likely. 

All of the worries disappeared as Lan Wangji leaned in the last few inches. As their lips met, it was like his entire body sighed with relief. His eyes flickered closed. His hands slid up Lan Wangji’s chest, curling into his coat to pull him closer. The hand in his hair slid, coming to rest on the sensitive skin at the nape of his neck. Wei Wuxian let out a gasp, finding a tongue sliding in. He tentatively brushed his own against it, finding it twisting with his. He felt a spark of excitement, the realization it was like a game. One of his own hands sliding up to Lan Wangji’s neck in an attempt to get more leverage. He let out a whine as Lan Wangji pulled back, his teeth teasingly dragging his lower lip on the way back. 

As the two stared at each other panting slightly, Wei Wuxian wondered if kissing was always this fun. If it was, he realized this could work. 

“I should get to work,” He breathed, his eyes dropping back down to those lips. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied. His hand massaged the back of Wei Wuxian's neck, sending a shiver down his spine. Wei Wuxian could keep from arching into it, a moan falling from his lips. The embarrassment from the action pushed him to unfurl his fingers from Lan Wangji’s coat. He glanced up to meet his gaze only to have his eyes drop back down to Lan Wangji’s lips. Now red and slightly shiny in the lamp light. 

Slowly, Lan Wangji’s hand slid away from his neck. Almost instantly Wei Wuxian’s headache worsened. His own hand moved to his neck to rub at it, hoping it would relieve the sudden tension. He felt a shy smile grow on his face as he glanced up at Lan Wangji, nodding goodbye as he turned to go to work. He’d only made it a few paces before he glanced back, finding Lan Wangji watching him. 

 The smallest smile on his face made Wei Wuxian feel impulsive.

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji questioned as he jogged back to him. Wei Wuxian merely rolled up onto the balls of his feet, pressing another kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. His headache melted away as Lan Wangji’s arms wrapped around his waist. He felt his tension drain away from the contact. 

“Thank you for dinner,” He offered when they parted again. 

“My pleasure,” Lan Wangji offered softly in reply. His golden eyes searched Wei Wuxian’s face.

“I’ll see you soon?” He asked nervously. His eyes flickered back down to Lan Wangji’s lips, would it be weird to kiss him again? Lan Wangji saved him the debate by leaning forward to press another kiss to his lips, quick and soft but still sending tingles through Wei Wuxian’s body. 

“Soon,” Lan Wangji promised. The hand on Wei Wuxian’s waist squeezing slightly, as if confirmation. 

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian breathed. 

He slowly pulled himself away from Lan Wangji, his entire body screaming at him as he did. All he wanted to do was bury himself in the soft sandalwood scent of the man in front of him. Wei Wuxian wasn’t entirely sure how he made it to the back door when every primal instinct he had was screaming at him to run back. He looked over his shoulder as he swiped his card to get in, finding Lan Wangji still watching him. He smiled, giving him a small wave. His smile grew as he got one in reply. 

Maybe he was worrying over nothing. 

Maybe this could be easy. 

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Wei Wuxian rubbed at his temples as he made his way into the coffee shop. His headache had only worsened from the night before, meaning the only thing he wanted to do was curl up and sleep. Of course, that meant he got a call from the coffee shop after getting off late from the grocery store asking him to come early. All it took was an offer of overtime and here he was. 

“Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng’s voice called out. Wei Wuxian turned to find his brother jogging towards him. “I brought your uniforms and painkillers.” 

“Life saver,” Wei Wuxian smiled tiredly as he took them. He tugged out his dirty ones and handed them over.

“Are they still hiring?” Jiang Cheng questioned as he tucked Wei Wuxian’s dirty uniforms under his arm. 

“Filled the last slot a week ago,” Wei Wuxian replied, dry swallowing a handful of painkillers. “Why?” 

“Well, I mean it’ll take time for the charges against me to be brought up.” Jiang Cheng sighed. “I figured I might as well get a job to give you as much money as I can before I have to, you know.” He trailed off. “You could at least take a night or two off then.” 

“We’ll talk about this when I get back,” Wei Wuxian sighed. Better to wait and drop the bombs all at once. 

“I picked up an application for the gas station across from the motel,” Jiang Cheng shuffled his feet. “I’m headed to the library to see what else I can find. Maybe if we’re lucky I can get in at a business or something with benefits for your suppressants. I know it will take a month, but like maybe we could figure out how to cheat the system.” 

“We’ll talk about it when I get back,” Wei Wuxian repeated checking the time again. 

“There’s nothing to talk about!” Jiang Cheng snapped. Wei Wuxian winced at the tone, and the spike of the acrid lightning in his scent. “Sorry, it’s just,” He trailed off. “I’ve been sitting on my ass while you’re killing yourself working.” 

“A-Cheng, you’ve been injured.” He pushed back. A hand reaching out to squeeze Jiang Cheng’s arm. “There’s something I need to talk to you about, but I have to go open. You know how they feel about talking on the job. So, we’ll discuss it when I get home okay?” He got a short nod from his brother.  “Don’t forget to go donate plasma.”  He added. The process would at least distract his brother for an hour. 

His brother gave him a huff but nodded. Wei Wuxian reached out to affectionately ruffle his brother's hair. He did it long enough to get a groan of protest, dodging a swipe as he jogged off into the store. He swapped out his shirts, quickly bringing the store to life with that rich coffee scent. He downed a triple shot of espresso and opened the doors. 

Hours later he was finding himself using Lan Wangji’s card for the first time, hastily buying a bus pass as he furiously messaged anyone from the grocery to cover the first hours of his shift so he could pay back the hours at the restaurant from the day before. Even with the pass, he barely made it to the restaurant on time. It was only on his way to the grocery store had he realized he’d forgotten to turn his two weeks in. 

Well, at least he remembered at the grocery he thought to himself. He pulled out his phone, as he heard a soft ding. His brow furrowed as he found the screen empty. It was only after he heard another ding he realized what had happened. He dug out his new phone, seeing a series of messages from Lan Wangji.  

Good morning.

Hope your shift went well. 

Don’t forget to take the bus. 

He laughed as he fell into the bus seat to reply. Sorry! Busy Day! Hope you had a good day. He pulled up his snap chat, taking a tired selfie of him clearly on the bus. Including the captions See, proof! He locked it and leaned back, a hand slipping under his red bandana to rub at his neck. He idly wondered about how Lan Wangji had relieved his headache earlier. Maybe it was a pressure point? 

He jumped as he heard the phone sound of. He looked down, seeing a snapchat. He pulled it open, smiling as he saw Lan Wangji’s neutral face with the bunny filter again. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile at the caption, Morning made better hearing from you . He saved it, before firing off the question. 

Did you press some pressure points yesterday on my neck? 

The response came through as a text message. No, are you in pain? 

I’ve got a bad headache, the massage you gave on my neck last night made it feel better. 

I can give you another. 

Sweet, but I just want to curl up and sleep. 

Suppressants can often cause heart attacks or strokes, especially when side effects like headaches are present. 

I’m not going to have either of those. Your omega is perfectly healthy :P. Wei Wuxian tried not to think about how typing the words ‘your omega’ made his heartbeat faster and his fingers stutter.

You should see a medical professional. Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to groan out loud. 

I’m going to sleep, I’ve been up since five shifts ago. 

Wei Ying! Wei Wuxian wondered how Lan Wangji’s ability to scold him with just his name managed to translate through text. 

Which is why I’m going to sleep! I’ll be fine. Don’t worry.

Please text me when you wake up.

Wei Wuxian sighed, looking up to find he’d nearly missed his stop from texting. He quickly pulled the cord, darting off the bus. Jiang Cheng was, as expected, passed out cold when he got in. Wei Wuxian gave the stack of applications on the desk in the corner a sigh. He’d just have to catch him after his shift at the restaurant tomorrow. Lord knows he was going to need as much sleep as he could get. He shuffled off to bed, making sure to take a handful of painkillers before he did. 

As he drifted off, his hands idly tried to recreate the effect Lan Wangji had had. He chuckled to himself, who would have thought five years ago he’d be falling asleep imagining Lan Wangji’s hands on his body, in any context. Or the brush of his lips against his own. 

“You look like shit,” Jiang Cheng greeted him as he rolled out of bed the next morning. 

“Feel like shit,” Wei Wuxian snorted back. 

“Still have that headache?” Jiang Cheng’s brow furrowed. “You were tossing and turning a lot last night.” Wei Wuxian nodded a hand idly massaging the back of his neck again. He wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t actually get any sleep at all.  “Did you get a new coworker?” 

“That’s a strange question,” Wei Wuxian snorted as he headed for the bathroom. Pausing on the way to take another handful of painkillers.

“You smell weird,” Jiang Cheng shot back. 

“I worked five shifts back to back and was too tired to shower, of course I smell weird,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“No, like an alpha.” Wei Wuxian froze on his way. Unconsciously tucking his left hand out of view. How could he still smell him? He supposed his brother was alpha, they were engineered that way. “If a coworker is throwing his scent around like that, I’ll break his legs.” 

“It’s fine Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian turned with a well practiced fake smile on his face. “Will you be here during my lunch break?”

“I got a meeting,” Jiang Cheng replied. “We need to draft our bankruptcy notice. We both know the Wens are going to swoop in anyway. I figured I’d make it as annoying as I can for them.” 

“Then I’ll catch you on my evening break,” Wei Wuxian sighed, turning back to head to the bathroom. 

“I got your grocery uniform clean,” Jiang Cheng called after him. “Just don’t bring home something with pickles.” 

“Thank you!” Wei Wuxian called back hurrying through his routine. Tucking his red bandana into his uniform collar as he slid out the door. 

Once he was on the bus, he remembered Lan Wangji’s text from the night before. He took a selfie, making sure to use a filter to cover up the bags under his eyes and sent it to him with the tag proof of life. As he got into the coffee shop, he made the largest coffee he was allowed; dumping in a handful of espresso shots. It gave him some semblance of life as he shambled through his work. His headache had only gotten worse as his shift finished, leading him to raid the first aid kit for painkillers before he took off. 

By the time he was stumbling into the restaurant, it was like a military regiment made of elephants was tap dancing on his brain. His vision felt like he was staring out of a tunnel. Still he plastered on a smile as he took his spot at the counter, trying not to strangle the screaming children that demanded specific toys. The only way it could get worse was if he had to fill in as a cook. 

Which of course meant he did, the sounds of the kitchen doing little to improve the pounding in his brain. The heat zapped the rest of his energy, leaving him to fumble his way through his work. 

“Wuxian, you just messed up your fourth order!” His manager barked at him, tossing the ticket at him. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian groaned back. It came out more like a slur. 

“It’s coming out of your paycheck!” The man barked back. Wei Wuxian sighed, reaching for the ticket. Since when were his arms so heavy? And tingly, but only his left arm. He swore as his vision blurred, black spots filling it. He leaned forward to brace himself on the worktop, trying to remember the last time he ate.  “Don’t think playing sick is going to help your cause.” 

“Sorry,” He muttered again, his eyes squeezing closed. 

“Your nose is bleeding.” Wei Wuxian’s eyes flew open, a hand quickly rising to his nose. It came away stained red. He quickly returned it in an attempt to staunch the blood. 

“Shit,” He swore as his vision swam again. He barely had time to stumble away from the hot grill before his vision went completely black. 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

His body crowded into his space. His hands curled into the front of his suit, pulling him closer. The feeling of his mating gland under his fingers, it was squishier than he expected. But when he pressed into it, the softest moan as the body arched up into him. He tasted like garlic and cheese, the softest undertone of something indescribable. The heavenly whine that sounded as he pulled away. 

Lan Wangji sighed as his eyes flickered open, his bedroom ceiling coming into view. That whine had been playing on loop in his mind ever since he’d heard it. Then again, everything about that evening, about that kiss, had been looping through it. He’d barely gotten through the day, now here he was in the evening unable to concentrate on anything else. 

His lips kiss bitten red, slick with spit as they parted. A beautiful blush across his cheeks in the soft lamplight. His pupils blown wide, only a hint of silver glinting in the low light. The way they flickered back down to his own lips. The way he came running back to kiss him, KISS HIM, again. 

Lan Wangji’s eyes flickered to where his phone was resting on his nightstand. He needed to see him again. Not just in photos or videos. He probably knew every one of Wei Wuxian’s videos by heart now. Maybe he could stop by one of his jobs, steal a few minutes with him. Hell, he’d pay for the time if Wei Wuxian was going to be stubborn. He reached out for his phone. 

When are you free next?

Lan Wangji exhaled as he set his phone back on the nightstand. His Uncle would have a field day lecturing him if he saw him like this. Pining after someone to the point of distraction. He had been fine, managing to get through his work. But then Wei Wuxian texted him. Not only had he texted him, he’d texted him that . 

Your omega .

His omega. The thought purred through his brain. His Wei Ying. He could have his omega in his arms, in his bed in a matter of weeks. He felt his hands drift lower of their own accord, moving to slide under the waistband of his pants. 

Lan Wangji’s head whipped up as he heard his phone go off. He grabbed it quickly and answered the call. 

“Wei Ying?” He breathed. 

“Uh, no this is his boss.” A voice responded from the other end. “You know Wei Wuxian? You would happen to know how to get ahold of his brother? The number he gave for the emergency contact didn’t work.” 

“Why do you need his emergency contact?” Lan Wangji felt his mouth run dry. 

“Oh he had a stroke or something-”
“What?” Lan Wangji demanded as he surged to his feet. 

“Yeah, they took him to the hospital almost forty five minutes ago?” 

“And you're just now informing his emergency contact?” Lan Wangji growled as he stalked out of his bedroom. 

“Hey calm down! How was I supposed to know that was my job? I’m just the manager.” The man protested. 

“Why do you have his phone?” Lan Wangji demanded. 

“I mean he left all his stuff.” 

“What is your location?” Lan Wangji demanded. The man gave it, along with some protests. “I will be there in ten minutes, you are not to touch any of his things. I expect them to be waiting for me when I arrive. You will also have the name of the hospital to which the ambulance took him.” 

“How am I supposed to know that?” 

“Because if you don’t, I will see to it your life becomes a living hell.” Lan Wangji growled as he slammed his door behind him. He hung up the phone, quickly clamoring into his car and peeling off. 

His anger had done little to cool by the time he threw open the doors to the restaurant. He stormed in through the front, the teenage girl working the cash register fleeing at the sight of him. She came back out behind a middle aged man. 

“Where is Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji demanded. 

“You’re that ‘Lan Zhan’ huh?” The man scoffed as he crossed his arms. “You don’t look so tough.” 

“Where is Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji growled, barely managing to contain himself.  

“Go find him yourself, and take his shit with you. You think I need him causing problems for me? I never would have hired him if I had known he was an omega.” The man reached beneath the counter and dropped a bag Lan Wangji recognized as Wei Ying’s on it. “Tell him he’s fired.” 

Lan Wangji glared at him as he opened the bag shuffling through it. 

“His phone is missing.” 

“There’s a phone in there,” The man shot back. 

“He has two,” Lan Wangji glared at him. His grip on the bag turned white knuckled as he tried to remain in control. “The one that is missing is the one you called me on, so do not pretend it is not here.” 

“I think you’re getting a little hostile,” The man shot back. “You need to leave.” 

His control broke with a growl. His hand flashing out, grabbing the man’s shirt front and slamming him into the counter.  

“You tell me that my mate has had a stroke and then refuse to tell me where he is,” Lan Wangji growled as he bared his teeth. “Excuse me if I’m a little hostile.” 

“General!” A voice called out. Lan Wangji looked up, seeing a woman had emerged from the back. “I overheard them say they were taking him to General Hospital. We tried to send someone with him but he wouldn’t let us.” She nodded to the manager. 

“The phone is probably in his pocket, he took it the moment he found it!” The teenage girl spoke up. The woman who’d come out from the back moved forward, digging into the man's pocket and finding the phone Lan Wangji had given Wei Wuxian. 

“Are you really his mate?” She stepped back, the phone in her grasp. 

“I will be,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“You’re the reason he gave his two weeks?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“You give him the fancy phone? The ring?” She arched her eyebrow. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Take good care of him,” The woman spoke as she held out Wei Wuxian’s phone. 

“I plan to,” Lan Wangji nodded as he took it. He glared down at the man, still pinned by his other hand. “This is not over.” He growled. 

He released the man and grabbed Wei Wuxian’s bag in the same motion. He searched for the motel’s phone number on the way to the car, dialing it in on the car's bluetooth as he took off. He took a centering breath as the tone rang through the car. 

“Easy Sleeper Motel, how can I help you?” A voice answered. 

“Can you connect me to a visitors room? The name is Jiang Wanyin, the booking might be under Wei Wuxian.” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Sure, right away.” 

Lan Wangji’s teeth ground together as he listened to the dial tone. 

“Jiang Wanyin, how can I help you?” 

“Wei Ying had a stroke,” Lan Wangji replied. “An ambulance took him to General Hospital forty five minutes ago, I’m on my way.” 

“What?! Who is this?” 

“Lan Wangji,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Wangji? Is this a joke?” 

“I can explain it when you get to General Hospital,” Lan Wangji replied. He reached out and ended the call, cutting off Jiang Wanyin’s reply. 

Lan Wangji’s heart was pounding in his chest as he made his way into the hospital, hoisting Wei Wuxian’s bag over his shoulder. He could feel the edges of panic. He’d just gotten Wei Wuxian back and now he might lose him. He shook the negative thoughts from his mind, everything will be fine. 

“Can I help you?” A sweet looking woman at the front desk questioned as Lan Wangji approached it.

“I’m looking for someone who was brought here about an hour ago for a stroke?” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Name?” The woman questioned. 

“Wei Wuxian, birth name Wei Ying. He’s a male omega.” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Are you family?” 

“His brother is on his way,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Are you family?” The woman repeated, stressing the word you. Lan Wangji took a short intake of air, they would have to forgive him for this small lie. 

“I’m his husband.” 

The woman looked at him for a moment, as if she was debating whether or not to let his lie stand. His mind panicked, what if they mixed up his medications? He tried to think of what Wei Wuxian would do to get past the woman. The answer came quickly. 

He’d talk, play up the story. 

“He was brought here alone forty five minutes ago, his job didn’t notify me or his brother. They wouldn’t even let one of his coworkers come. He’s all alone,” Lan Wangji pressed. “Not to mention they might get his medication wrong, he’s had severe reactions to some of his suppressants. If he isn’t awake to tell them they might give him the wrong ones and make things worse. I have a list-” He moved to grab his phone. 

“It’s okay sweetheart,” The woman smiled, her attention shifted to the screen as she typed. “Looks like he’s in room 312, just go down this hall and take the third right. The nurses can help you from there.” 

“Thank you.” Lan Wangji exhaled as he quickly moved past the desk. His heart was pounding as loud as his feet on the tiles.

“Can I help you?” A nurse questioned as he moved to go past the nurses station at the hub of the hallways. 

“Room 312,” Lan Wangji’s mouth was suddenly dry. “The patient's name is Wei Ying, the presentation name is Wuxian.” 

“Right this way,” One of the nurses started walking. Lan Wangji followed closely behind, his grip on Wei Wuxian’s bag tightening until his knuckles were white. 

“He’s-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed as he darted past the nurse to Wei Wuxian’s bedside. 

He looked even more fragile than he had that night at dinner. A full furrow formed in Lan Wangji’s brow as he glanced over the tubes and wires connected to him. His eyes focused on the bouncing line of his heart monitor, a soft beeping telling him he was alive. The notion pulled a sigh of relief from Lan Wangji. He gently slid his hand into Wei Wuxian’s. 

“How is he?” He finally looked back at the nurse. 

“He had a Hemorrhagic stroke,” The nurse explained softly. “The paramedics administered a coagulant to make surgery to deal with it easier. Unfortunately, it reacted with the suppressants he must have been on and caused a heart attack. He’s stabilizing so we’re preparing for surgery for him now.” 

“Surgery?” 

“To help stop the bleeding in his brain,” The nurse nodded. “We’re approaching this with the utmost caution, as his malnourished state can only bring further complications. Luckily the bleed is very minor. We’ve established an IV drip to help restore his levels. If you have any information on what medication he was on?” 

Lan Wangji shifted, setting down Wei Wuxian’s bag as he opened it. He shuffled through the work uniforms, finding the foil pack at the bottom. He held them out from the nurse, who quickly popped it open and tilted her head to read the type. 

“They give him headaches,” Lan Wangji supplied. His heart dropped as the nurse sighed and shook her head.

“These are notorious here, nearly half of the people on them have strokes.” 

“The FDA allows that?” Lan Wangji’s blood froze. 

“They get away with it because of their fine print,” The nurse snorted. “Warning that the negative effects of the suppressants increase when mixed with common painkillers. Which most of the users take because the suppressants give them headaches. I’d have all these cheap brands pulled from the market if I could.” 

“Will he be okay?” Lan Wangji questioned. He made a note to run them out of business, Lan Corp could easily produce something safer for cheaper. 

“Thankfully the pressure is building slowly, it’s the only reason why we’re waiting for him to stabilize further.” The nurse nodded. “ Once we go in and stop the bleeding, we’ll have to wait until he wakes up to see how much damage has been done. On top of it, now that he’s had a heart attack he’s at a higher risk for one to happen again. All of that work will be undone if he goes back on these.” She held up the suppressants. 

“He had plans to stop taking them,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“We’ll need to administer a high quality suppressant while he’s here,” The nurse nodded. “The last thing he needs right now is to go into a heat. If you happen to know if there was a suppressant he used to take?” 

“I will look it up,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“I know a good portion of his admittance papers are empty, once you're ready maybe you could fill them out?” 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji exhaled looking back at Wei Wuxian. “I want him transferred to Cold Springs Hospital when he’s stable. If they can perform the surgery, I would prefer it.” He saw the nurse’s eyes widen as she nodded. 

“I’ll ask and see when that can be done,” She said before she slipped out. 

Lan Wangji exhaled as he looked back at Wei Wuxian. The white bed sheets were doing little to add his already sallow complexion. It succeeded in making him look even more fragile. He slid his hand back into Wei Wuxian’s, the plastic of the heart monitor on his index finger bulky against his own. His other hand reached out, pushing some of his hair out of his face. His breath caught as Wei Wuxian’s head shifted, as if it was trailing after Lan Wangji’s hand as he pulled it away. 

“Lan Wangji!” Jiang Wanyin’s growling voice announced his arrival. “What the hell is going on?” 

“Wei Ying had a stroke, followed by a heart attack.” Lan Wangji recited back the nurses words. He watched all the color drain from Jiang Wanyin’s face as he moved to look at Wei Wuxian. “The nurse suspects it’s because of his suppressants.” He added with a nod to the foil. 

He watched Jiang Wanyin’s gaze flicker to them, his face contorting as he saw them. 

“You dumbass!” Jiang Wanyin hissed as his brother. “You promised me you were paying for the better ones!” 

“They’re going to put him on better ones,” Lan Wangji said. “They wanted to know which ones he used to take.” 

“Omegavita,” Jiang Wanyin noted. “Well, that’s what he took in college. He was supposed to be on one called BrightEye, but as we can see he wasn’t.” He huffed in the direction of the cheap suppressants. “Why are you even here?”

Lan Wangji stood a bit straighter, he’d hoped Wei Wuxian would have had time to talk to him by now. Then again, it sounded like Wei Wuxian had little time to care for himself let alone tell his brother of their contract. 

“He reached out to Lan Corporations about the marriage contract,” Lan Wangji decided the simplest reply was the best. “I accepted. ” 

“He wanted to talk to me about something,” Jiang Wanyin’s eyes went wide as he looked back to Wei Wuxian’s sleeping form. “You idiot,” He hissed as he moved closer. “I would have figured something out, a few months in jail at most!” 

“I believe he felt keeping you together was more important,” Lan Wangji murmured. His thumb rubbing against the back of Wei Wuxian’s hand. 

“Like you care,” Jiang Wanyin snorted. “You were no doubt going to take off with him and I’d never see him again.” 

“I would never take him from you. It would make him sad,” Lan Wangji replied, his focus turning back to Wei Wuxian. “Wei Ying will be free to do what he wishes.” 

Some alphas might have considered locking him up, keeping him away from the world. Lan Wangji knew where that path ended, and he’d never condemn anyone to walk it. Besides, Wei Wuxian would just sneak out anyway. He would rather have Wei Wuxian by his side, the world knowing he was the reason Wei Wuxian was beaming and happy. 

“By free you mean chained to your side, pumping out kids whenever you feel like it.” Jiang Wanyin glared. “I know how marriage contracts work, my mom told me. Not that it matters, you're going to drop us now that he’s like this. Just like the Jins.” 

The information swirled through Lan Wangji’s mind like a whirlwind. He remembered Wei Wuxian’s video talk about reopening the contract with the Jins. Hadn’t Jin Zixuan’s insult about Jiang Yanli stem from their marriage contract? To think they would just drop a contract that stood for years the moment they heard Jiang Yanli was injured.  His opinion of them sunk lower. 

“I do not know how his current state would affect our contract,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“You want a baby maker,” Jiang Wanyin snapped. “He can’t produce a kid while he’s recovering, so you’re going to drop him and your side of the contract. Just like the Jins did with Yanli.” 

“Sir?” The nurse poked her head in. “I just got confirmation that he can be transferred to Cold Springs for the surgery. They are sending an ambulance and have doctors standing by in a prepped OR.” 

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji nodded. The nurse smiled and ducked out. 

“Transfer?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. “Where are you sending him?” 

“He’ll receive better care in a Lan hospital,” Lan Wangji looked back at Jiang Wanyin. “Wei Ying and I discussed moving Jiang Yanli there as well. I was waiting for him to talk to you.” He paused, letting that sink in for Jiang Wanyin. “I do not see your brother as a baby maker. I see him as someone I want to spend the rest of my life with. I only will pursue children if he wants them.” 

“And Lan Corporation is fine with that?” Jiang Wanyin snorted. 

“It is my marriage,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“But it’s your company's contract,” Jiang Wanyin’s jaw tensed. 

“A company I own fifty-one precent of,” Lan Wangji replied cooley. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s eyes widen. 

“I thought-” Jiang Wanyin broke off. “Why aren’t you in charge?” 

“I do not wish to be,” Lan Wangji replied. 

In truth, it wasn’t planned. Lan Qiren had signed his shares over to his brother when he decided to pursue teaching, it was his brother's death that drew him back into the corporate side. At their father’s death, he’d owned forty-nine percent of the company. Both Lan Wangji and Lan Xichen had watched Lan Qiren struggle and fight against the other owners when he was forced to return. It led them both to the same conclusion. 

They needed to take back their family’s company. 

Once Lan Xichen had entered the company, they’d started making deals with the other owners. Lan Wangji’s cool demeanor suited the type of deals they needed to make to do so. His brother would tell him who to go after, and he would. He’d signed the last deal when he did the math, the math that put his holdings at fifty-one percent. A feat his brother engineered. Someone has to keep me in check , he said with a smile. 

He knew his brother’s real motive, to tie Lan Wangji’s future to the company. Keep his brother as his right hand man, instead of chasing off to pursue music. It’s how he knew his brother would give him the marriage contract, and now how he could guarantee his marriage would be the way he wanted it. 

“Why?” Jiang Wanyin questioned. 

“The money you requested in your meeting with Lan Corporation early this week will be provided,” Lan Wangji replied. “If you need additional funds, it can be discussed and arranged. This has no effect on the arrangement, except perhaps that I wish to handle this quickly. So the stress will not weigh on Wei Ying when he wakes up.” 

“If it’s okay we need to prepare him for transport?” A new nurse came in. Lan Wangji nodded to her. 

“I will deal with the bill, you ride with the ambulance.” Lan Wangji looked back at Jiang Wanyin. He pulled out the phone he’d given Wei Ying. “I will meet you at Cold Springs, please inform me of the room number. The passcode is his birthday.” 

He did not give Jiang Wanyin room to protest as he left. 

Chapter Text

Smoke was filling his lungs, he wheezed as he tried to breathe. He could feel the heat from the flames around him, making his wet clothing feel bone dry. It felt like he was breathing in ash, it coated his lungs as he screamed Jiang Cheng’s name. A deafening panicked beeping of a machine cutting through the crackling flame. 

 As he stumbled past a fiery timber, the fire gave way to the white walls of the intensive care unit. The bitter smell of medication and sanitation flooded his senses. Yanli wrapped head to toe in bandages on the bed in front of him, Jaing Cheng in half as many on the bed next to her.  The beeping picking up, the scurrying of nurses screaming for a crash cart. 

He came to gasping, his vision flooding with white. He could feel tubes and wires wrapped around him, his hands clawing as he tried to escape. The beeping in his ears didn’t die, but instead quickened, getting louder before flatlining. 

He had to get out. He had to get to A-Li and A-Cheng. He had to get them out. His fingers caught something, harshly yanking. He gasped as he felt a flair of pain, before gritting his teeth to get through the pain. He had to get to them. 

“Wei Ying, calm down!” The low melodic voice sounded, the smell of reassuring sandalwood drifted into his senses. His lungs sucked it in, his eyes flickering closed as it worked its way into his senses. The black a calming sensation after the blinding white.

“Shit, Wuxian it’s alright!” Jiang Cheng’s voice sounded quickly after. The smell of the lake just after it rained joined the sandalwood scent. “You’re in a hospital. I’m fine, Yanli is alive.” 

Wei Wuxian sucked in another breath, the sound of a flatline stopping. His own heart beat was thundering in his chest, but his panicked breathing slowed. His eyes opened, the concerned faces of Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji swimming into view. 

His gaze traveled down, registering the sight of his own blood seeping through Lan Wangji’s fingers. His body slowly registered the pressure he was applying to where he must have ripped out his IV. The rest of the feelings came flooding back in after, more the pressing exhaustion through his entire body. He slumped back against his bed. 

He looked up at the ceiling, registering the white tiles. His gaze slid downwards, taking in the light blue walls and then moving beyond. The hospital room he was in was fairly large, including a couch and a few armchairs and a coffee table. A blanket and pillow thrown over the couch made it look like someone had been sleeping there. The coffee table was covered in papers and an open laptop, all looked like they had been hastily abandoned.

His eyes went back to the two alphas in front of him. Lan Wangji had allowed a nurse to take his place, now wiping the blood off his hands as the nurse wrapped gauze around where the IV had been in Wei Wuxian’s arm. The beeping returned as she clipped the heart monitor back on.

“What happened?” He croaked as she moved off. 

“You had a stroke and a heart attack, idiot!” Jiang Cheng snapped. Wei Wuxian felt his brow furrowed as he looked at his brother. 

“I’m too young to have either of those.” 

“Not when you're on shitty suppressants, overdoing caffeine, pain meds and barely eating and sleeping!” Jiang Cheng loaded on. The acrid scent of lightning sneaking in like when he was mad. Only the slightly sour note let him know it was actually panic. “You promised me you were eating! That you’d paid for the better suppressants!” 

“We needed the money,” Wei Wuxian mumbled, his face flushing red in embarrassment as he glanced at Lan Wangji. The man’s focus on the nurse as they conversed quietly by the door. 

“I need you alive, not killed by something we could have prevented!” Jiang Cheng snapped, shifting to get back into Wei Wuxian’s focus. Wei Wuxian dropped his gaze from him. He felt the lump form in his throat. He was just trying to make ends meet. He was handling it. 

“And then I had to find out you accepted the marriage contract behind my back!” He barreled on. “After you fucking went a head and lectured me about going behind yours to the Wens, and then you do that?! We would have been fine! We could have come up with a plan!” 

 Each word made the lump in Wei Wuxian’s throat harder to swallow. He felt tears well up in his eyes. His gaze dropped lower and lower, his eyes focusing on a splash of red in an attempt to keep them from spilling over. It looked just like a donkey. 

“Enough,” Lan Wangji’s voice cut through Jiang Cheng’s ranting. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flickered up to Lan Wangji. 

“I thought I could handle it,” Wei Wuxian muttered, unable to look at Jiang Cheng. The tears in his eyes were already dangerously welling up. “I walked away from the fire without a scratch! Madam Yu said to protect you! I couldn’t see you go to jail, but I couldn’t think of anything else we could do. It was the only thing I had left.” 

He heard a huff and a sniffle from Jiang Cheng. He stole a glance out of the corner of his eyes, seeing a pair of red eyes as his brother turned away. The smell of acrid lighting fading into a softer rain, a mournful one. 

“You should have told me,” Jiang Cheng muttered. 

“I was trying to,” Wei Wuxian sighed, his eyes closing. “But work picked up and I didn’t have the time.” He raised his free hand to rub his face again. “I was going to buy you dinner and everything. No shitty mistakes from work.” His eyes flew open at the realization. His eyes frantically searched for a clock.  “Shit, what time is it? I should be at the grocery store. Or somewhere.” He added moving to get up. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji spoke softly. One of his hands reached out, gently landing on his shoulder and pushing him back into bed.  The hand lingering after it had accomplished its task of keeping him in bed.  “You’ve been in and out for the last few days.” 

“They said it was more the lack of sleep than the stroke or the heart attack,” Jiang Cheng snorted. 

“Did I really have a heart attack? And a stroke?” Wei Wuxian looked hopefully over at Lan Wangji. He groaned as Lan Wangji nodded. “How embarrassing.” 

“What, you believe it when he tells you but not me?” Jiang Cheng demanded as he sat on the side of Wei Wuxian’s bed. 

“You once tried to convince me a spider bite was from a one-fanged vampire,” Wei Wuxian shot back, shoving his brother softly with his knee. “Who said you can sit on my bed?” 

“Please, we’ve been sharing a bed for months,” Jiang Cheng snorted, purposely wiggling his butt back. “Why should a hospital bed be any different?” 

“Fine, but you have to lie on my feet to keep them warm,” Wei Wuxian pointed to his feet. 

“Oh, so you can kick me all night long? I think not,” Jiang Cheng snorted. “Have him do it for you,” He nodded to Lan Wangji. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian pouted.

“I’ll get you another blanket,” Lan Wangji nodded, the hand on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder squeezing lightly. Wei Wuxian grinned, realizing his feet were in fact quite cold. He wiggled his toes in an attempt to warm them up. His brow furrowing as his left foot seemed to not want to wiggle. 

“He’s been here as often as he can,” Jiang Cheng threw a glance over his shoulder as the sliding door to the room shut. “Like a big prowling alpha guard dog.” 

“He is going to be my alpha,” Wei Wuxian chuckled nervously. He didn’t like the association of Lan Wangji with a dog, but the thought of him taking the time to visit him gave him a warm feeling to chase it off. 

“You don’t have to do this,” Jiang Cheng’s voice dropped. “I can handle some jail time.” 

“What about losing Lotus Pier?” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Or worse, having the Wens control it? Can you handle that? That’s all we have left of them.” 

“It’s not worth you selling yourself!” Jiang Wanyin hissed back. “We don’t need Lotus Pier! Call the whole thing off, I can go to jail. I can handle it.” 

“I can’t!” Wei Wuxian snapped back. He broke into a sigh as he reached up to rub his face. “If Yanli was awake maybe, but without her I can’t do it. I can’t be on my own. I need a pack to survive.” 

“What are you talking about?” Jiang Cheng questioned. His eyes narrowed as he looked at him. Wei Wuxian sighed, wrapping his arms around himself. His teeth came out to worry his lip before he started. 

“You know I lived on the streets for a while when I was a kid,” He started. Jiang Cheng nodded. “It fucked with me, biologically and mentally. If I don’t have physical contact with people, with scents, I get stressed. They call it pack deprivation. I’ve been making it work, but the only reason I can is because you’re there. If you're in jail,” He broke off, his hands fisting into his sheets. 

“You were on your own for college,” Jiang Cheng spoke softly. Wei Wuxian closed his eyes as a chuckle escaped him. 

“I had to be hospitalized three times,” He exhaled. He felt Jiang Cheng still. “After Yanli found out she made sure to come visit me, weekly when she could.” He looked up meeting his brother’s wide eyes. “Going to jail affects more than just you.” He exhaled. “Lan Zhan said they’ll pay for your plan to get Lotus Pier back on its feet, that if you need more funding they can provide it. I know it’s not ideal, but it was all I could come up with.” 

“But you’ll have to,” Jiang Cheng broke off. “With him.” Wei Wuxian watched his brother's face flash bright red. “He’ll probably murder you with in a month!” He tried to cover. “He hated you in high school.” 

“I don’t think it’ll be that bad,” Wei Wuxian chuckled, unable to keep his mind from drifting back to their kiss. Kisses, his mind reminded him unhelpfully. “He’s actually been sweet! He even got me a ring.” He moved to show off his hand in an attempt to appeal to Jiang Cheng’s romantic nature. Only to realize it was no longer on his finger. “He even said he’d help with Yanli’s medical bills, transfer her so she can get better treatment.” 

“Look me in the eye and tell me you can be happy with him,” Jiang Cheng looked at him. “Otherwise we can come up with something else, I don’t know what. But something.” 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian sighed, trying to look at Jiang Cheng without looking at Jiang Cheng. How was he supposed to lie to him when he barely had a plan for how he was going to deal with this? Especially now that he’d had a stroke and a heart attack. 

“Do it,” Jiang Cheng pressed. Wei Wuxian sighed, finally meeting his brother’s gaze.

“I want you to be happy,” Wei Wuxian replied, reaching out to ruffle his hair. “Lotus Pier Industries makes you happy, which will make me happy.” 

“Wuxian.”

“I mean,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Madam Yu said her and Uncle Jiang’s marriage was carried by a spark. On top of it, Lan Zhan is fun to tease!”

“You’re telling me,” Jiang Cheng gritted out, stopping and taking a deep breath before forging on. “There’s a spark with Lan Wangji? The same boy you referred to as a fuddy duddy for three months?” 

“You can be a fuddy duddy and hot at the same time,” Wei Wuxian shot back while rolling his eyes. Jiang Cheng snorted. A devious plan to get his brother to move on came to Wei Wuxian.

 “Are you blind?” He demanded. “Have you seen him? He’s like a god among men! Those eyes alone poets could probably write stories about. Not to mention he did this thing with his fingers on the back of my neck that made my headache go away completely. Then again that might have just been the kiss-” 

“He’s kissed you already?” Jiang Cheng’s eyes flashed in a way that reminded Wei Wuxian of Madam Yu. 

“I mean he asked nicely,” Wei Wuxian fidgeted with the blanket. “He didn’t even care that I smelled like french fries.” 

“And there was a spark?” Jiang Cheng questioned, sounding like each individual word pained him. 

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Pretty sure he made my hormones spike too,” He rubbed his nose. He let out a groan as he let his head fall back to his bed. 

“What is it?” Jiang Cheng jumped, a touch of panic into his tone. 

“How am I supposed to be the trophy wife when he looks like that? He’s practically perfect!” His hand came up to rub his eyes. Nothing like some good old fashioned whining to get Jiang Cheng back to his own grumpy and combative self. 

 “Gods, he was good looking in high school but now he just looks like he descended from the heavens himself. Who gave him the right to have eyes that look like liquid gold? I’m going to look like a potato next to him.”

He heard a cough from Jiang Cheng. He lifted his hand from where it was rubbing his eyes, only to see Lan Wangji standing in the doorway with a blanket in his hands. Wei Wuxian felt his entire body flush, swearing as his heart monitor’s beeping picked up. Lan Wangji’s head ducked as he moved into the room, gently tucking the blanket around Wei Wuxian’s feet. 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian murmured. His eyes glanced up, catching a flash of red ears as Lan Wangji straightened. 

“My mother.” 

“What?” Wei Wuxian blinked.

“I have my mother’s eyes,” Lan Wangji explained. Wei Wuxian blinked at him for a moment, before a grin spread across his face. A laugh bubbled out of his chest, pushing him to raise a hand to cover his mouth. He saw Lan Wangji’s eyes soften as he shifted closer to him. 

“I called your work places,” He said. Jiang Cheng made a snort of anger, the kind that showed he’d just remembered something to be angry at. 

“Assholes at the restaurant fired you,” He growled. “Said you were hiding important ‘medical issues’.  Like you weren’t their best employee regardless of your second gender.” Wei Wuxian reached over to squeeze his brother’s arm. 

“The grocery and coffee shop wished you a fast recovery,” Lan Wangji spoke softly, his hand slipping over the side of his bed, but pausing before it could take his hand. Wei Wuxian closed the distance, watching as tension seemed to drain from Lan Wangji at the contact. “They both told me they don’t expect you to come back.” 

“At least I don’t have to take those crappy suppressants for the time being,” Wei Wuxian sighed. His eyes drifted towards the metallic tree that was supporting a bundle of IV bags, his eyes searching for the labels. 

“They put you on the high grade stuff,” Jiang Cheng offered. “The stuff you were on in college.” 

“Good,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. At least someone was smart enough to look at his medical file. 

“Half of the doctors wanted to treat you,” Jiang Cheng snorted. “They were so busy arguing over you, Lan Wangji had to snap at them to get them going.”

“You snapped?” Wei Wuxian questioned with a sly grin to Lan Wangji. He saw those ears flush red again. “I made the great Lan Zhan’s face crack?” 

“You aren’t a medical anomaly for them to study,” Lan Wangji huffed in reply, delighting Wei Wuxian.   

“Damn straight,” Jiang Cheng growled in agreement. Wei Wuxian laughed. It would appear the two had at least bonded over something while he was out. 

“What would I do without my alphas?” He teased, squeezing Lan Wangji’s hand to let him know he was included. He saw the man’s eyes widen, the corners of his mouth curving ever so slightly upwards. Not quite a smile, but close. 

“You should rest,” Lan Wangji offered, a hand carefully coming up to brush some hair away from Wei Wuxian’s face. “The nurse said now that you're awake someone will come in to assess you.” 

“Assess me?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“There’s a chance your stroke damaged your brain, they’re extra worried because you’ve been out.” Jiang Cheng filled in. “It can impact your speech, memory, even physical stuff like motor skills. The heart attack isn’t helping anything either.” 

“I mean don’t feel anything wrong,” Wei Wuxian offered, unable to keep his eyes from flickering towards his left foot. He tried to wiggle it again, a flash of worry as it seemed to take more effort. 

“Just take it easy,” Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes. “Get some sleep.” 

“From the sounds of it I’ve been sleeping for days!” Wei Wuxian whined. 

“You need to stop thinking you can bank sleep,” Jiang Cheng snorted, reaching forward to poke him in the middle of his forehead. Wei Wuxian let out an exaggerated whine as he rubbed at it. 

“Can’t I just watch some TV or something?” He questioned. “I’ll probably doze off anyway. Or can I go for a walk? What can I do? What are people who’ve had heart attacks and strokes supposed to do? Why do I have the sudden urge to take up knitting? Or eat those strawberry candies that grandmas have? Shit, did I die and come back as an old person?” 

“Are you really sure paying Lotus Pier’s debts is worth him?” Jiang Cheng questioned Lan Wangji flatley. Wei Wuxian huffed and kicked his brother, his right leg giving enough force to kick him off the bed. He almost missed Lan Wangji’s reply. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he looked at the man. He felt a flush take hold over his entire body. He buried his face in his hands. 

“Lan Zhan,” He whined. “I just had a heart attack, you can’t say things like that without warning!”

“I will warn Wei Ying next time,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian curled in further, a hand reaching out to swat at the heart monitor that was going crazy. “A doctor will be in shortly.” 

“He’s going to ban you from my room for being bad for my heart!” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Flirting shamelessly with a weak hearted omega! What am I going to do with you?” 

“I’ll stop.” 

“What! Lan Zhan! You-” Wei Wuxian protested, his head flying up. He stopped when he saw the smallest smile on Lan Wangji’s face, a glint of mischief in his eyes. His mind blanked, his mouth hanging open slightly at the sight as his eyes greedily drank it in. He heard his heart monitor skyrocket. 

“If you swap spit in front of me I’m leaving,” Jiang Cheng’s voice broke through the moment. Wei Wuxian jumped, turning to glare at his brother as his face furiously flushed. Why was it so easy to get caught up with Lan Wangji? Before Wei Wuxian could say anything, his brother was rolling his eyes and handing him the remote. 

“We should work on Lotus Pier,” Lan Wangji spoke to Jiang Cheng. Wei Wuxian glanced at him, pouting at how neutral Lan Wangji’s face looked. There wasn’t a hint of blush there! His ears on the other hand. 

They were a furious shade of red. 

Jiang Cheng departed with an awkward leg pat, Lan Wangji quickly followed. Jiang Cheng took up the couch, while Lan Wangji settled into the armchair. Their low chatter faded into the background as Wei Wuxian started flipping through the channels on the TV. 

“Can I have my phone?” Wei Wuxian questioned five minutes later when none of the channels caught his interest. He was surprised to see Lan Wangji be the first to his feet, quickly producing his two phones. “I haven’t had time to shift my stuff over.” He smiled as he took them from Lan Wangji. “Can you ask if I can have something to drink too?” 

“You can,” Lan Wangji replied, quickly moving to where a pitcher of water was. His fingers dropping a straw into the cup. Wei Wuxian smiled at him as he gave it to him. “Anything else?” 

“No, thank you,” Wei Wuxian shook his head with a smile. 

His lips wrapped around the straw as he flipped through the channels trying to decide what to watch.  He didn’t even realize he’d drained the entire cup until a nurse came to put a new IV in. He had to hastily wave Lan Wangji and Jiang Cheng off when she fumbled through a few attempts to get it in. Their reaction only seemed to make her more nervous.

“Don’t worry,” Wei Wuxian spoke in a stage whisper. “The scowling one likes wearing fuzzy socks. The other one has a fondness for bunnies.” He saw the corners of the nurses mouth twitch, her hands getting steadier. His eyes flicked over to her name tag, seeing the byline. “Are there many omega nurses?” 

“Each hospital is required to have a few on hand,” The nurse smiled shyly. “We have to train in everything, since they usually only hire the minimum.” 

“Sounds tough,” Wei Wuxian hummed. 

“I enjoy it,” She quickly sounded back with a smile. “There we are,” She spoke as she got the needle in. “You’ll have to forgive me, I don’t usually have an audience.” She added her gaze flickering to the two. 

“No problem,” Wei Wuxian smiled back. 

“Let me know if you need anything,” She smiled as she finished up. 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian nodded, shifting his arm around with the new IV in. “Any idea how long I’ll be in here?” 

“We usually keep stroke and heart attack patients for a few days after they’re awake,” She replied. “Just to keep an eye on you, since you're at a high risk right after your attack. Once you’re discharged you’ll have to follow up with some rehabilitation centers and make shifts to your diet and exercise. It’ll take two to three weeks for you to even consider returning to work. While your recovery time with the stroke can be a bit trickier, some people can bounce back a few days later, others take months to get back to where they were before the stroke. ” 

“Well, it’s not like I have a job to return to,” Wei Wuxian laughed nervously. 

“Then you can just focus on recovering,” She smiled. 

“Sounds boring,” Wei Wuxian pouted. It earned a laugh from the nurse. 

“A doctor should be in to talk with you soon,” She nodded. “You might get a little cold with the IV fluids, so let me know if you want some more blankets.” 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian nodded as she left. 

He finished up his cellphone transfer, leaving him to idle. He resumed his channel surfing, shivering after a while. Just as he was going to call for the nurse he found Lan Wangji at his bedside. Tucking a heavy sweater around his shoulders. He gave him a smile as he pulled it a bit closer, Lan Wangji offering him a nod before he returned to his arm chair. Curiously, Wei Wuxian lifted the sweater to his nose. A warm sandalwood scent filled his senses. 

His gaze raised to Lan Wangji. He’d already settled back into work with Jiang Cheng. He was wearing a blue three piece suit, the jacket of which was tucked over the back of the chair he was in. Maybe he’d brought the sweater to be more comfortable? As he looked at the cream sweater,  he realized it didn’t exactly seem to go with Lan Wangji’s suit. Had he brought the sweater just in case Wei Wuxian was cold? 

His mind spun at the mere thought of just trying to figure it out. He felt drained, but not in the way that made him tired, just meaning he had little to no brain power. So, he shook further thoughts of trying to figure out Lan Wangji from his mind as he turned his attention back to his phones.

His heartbeat doubled as his left hand went to grab the phone, only to have it tumble out of his grasp. He managed to recover it before Lan Wangji or Jiang Cheng could notice. He tried to push it away, it didn’t mean anything. He navigated his way to the app store, a grin growing on his face as he began flipping through the games. It had been so long since he’d been able to play anything. a

He tried not to notice the welling panic as his left hand seemed to be, for the lack of a better word, lagging. After he got his fifth death screen, he locked his phone and pushed it away. He crossed his arms as he tried not to panic. He let his head fall back against the hospital bed, reminding himself it would be stupid to cry over this. 

But he could still feel his eyes watering. 

“Wei Ying?” 

Wei Wuxian jumped, his hand flying to make sure he wasn’t crying, only to have his left hand smack him in his face. A confirmation of what he was trying to avoid. He hurried to wipe his face with his right hand, nervously glancing at Lan Wangji as he approached the bed. 

“Something wrong?” Lan Wangji asked in a low tone. Wei Wuxian flinched as he reached out with his left hand, having to push it to go. Only to have it overshoot. Wei Wuxian felt his face crumple.

It was ridiculous, crying over his arm not being normal. He survived a stroke and a heart attack. He should be thankful he’s alive at all! Yet here he was crying because his fingers on his left hand couldn’t tap as fast as his right. He wasn’t even left handed!

He wasn’t even this emotional normally! Now Lan Wangji was going to think he was some emotional omega stereotype. 

What he didn’t expect was for Lan Wangji to sit on his bedside, pulling him into an embrace. Despite his desire not to, he folded like a house of cards, burying his head into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck. He felt the first real sob tear from him, sending his good arm curling tightly against Lan Wangji’s back. He registered Lan Wangji’s own arm against his back, his hand gently massaging the base of Wei Wuxain’s neck. An action that somehow only made Wei Wuxian cry harder. 

Why was he being so nice? Why was he even still here? He could have bailed like the Jins. Instead he was here. Wei Wuxian supposed it was just because Jiang Cheng was here, and Lan Wangji needed to discuss Lotus Pier things. But then why was he here letting Wei Wuxian cry on him? Did nothing actually make sense, or was it just his stroke?  And why was he so emotional? 

In the end, he wasn’t sure how long he cried. He knew Lan Wangji held him the whole time, not even moving to pull away once. He knew after a while the soft scent of sandalwood had begun to leach out of him, as warm and as comforting as a bowl of soup. 

Wei Wuxian sniffed as he pulled back, feeling the crusty groggy mess that followed a long cry. He felt Lan Wangji’s arms remain tight for a moment, only loosening when he realized Wei Wuxian wanted to move. Lan Wangji’s hand came up, carding through Wei Wuxian’s hair as he pushed it out of his face. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian muttered, his right hand coming up to wipe at the large dark spot on Lan Wangji’s vest. 

“The bleeding in your brian damaged the tissue,” Lan Wangji spoke softly, his hand moving on to wipe Wei Wuxian’s face. “It’s common for those who have strokes to experience paralysis and weakness on one or both sides of their body. However, with some physical therapy most are able to regain some use, and in some cases all.” 

“How long did you practice that in your head?” Wei Wuxian croaked, rubbing at his face. 

“You cried a while,” Lan Wangji matched his levity. “Strokes can also cause bouts of depression, and extreme emotion.” 

“You’re trying to tell me this is normal,” Wei Wuxian connected. 

“Attempting,” Lan Wangji tilted his head. 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Sorry I ruined your vest.” 

“It will dry clean,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. His hand came up to rest on the side of Wei Wuxian’s face, his thumb running over his cheekbone. Wei Wuxian instinctively leaned into it, his eyes fluttering closed.

“Why are you still here?” Wei Wuxian’s question made Lan Wangji still. “I’m,” He hated the way his voice cracked. “Broken now. I’ll have to recover, and who knows how long that will take! If you wanted to drop the marriage-” 

Wei Wuxian was cut off by a kiss, a surprised squeak escaping from him. Before he had the time to process and enjoy it, Lan Wangji was pulling away. His gaze steady as he looked Wei Wuxian in the eyes. 

“I am not easily dissuaded,” Lan Wangji murmured. “Nor scared off a bit of recovery time.” 

“But, now I have medical bills and you said you were going to take care of A-Li. I know the Lotus Pier bail out is through Lan Corporation, but they can’t be covering our medical bills. It’s all building up, and I can’t even produce a kid for you right now-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji cut him off. His hand firmly set on the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck. “We’re young, we have time.” 

“But the money-” 

“Wei Ying, money doesn’t matter.” Lan Wangji’s hand squeezed lightly on Wei Wuxian’s neck. Wei Wuxian let out a soft moan as the feeling turned him into jelly, his body swaying towards Lan Wangji. 

“When was the last time you were scented?” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes flashed open, the warm fuzzy feeling settling over him disappearing in a flash. He looked at Lan Wangji, finding a worried furrow in his brow. It hit Wei Wuxian like a truck. Lan Wangji had read his medical file, it must be why he was allowing Wei Wuxian to be so touchy. 

“I mean, when was the last time any of us were scented? We aren’t kids.” Wei Wuxian muttered as he felt himself blush. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji pressed. “Why didn’t you ask Jiang Wanyin? The stress could have contributed to your heart attack.” 

“I,” Wei Wuxian stammered, his gaze flickering to the couch for the first time since before he started to cry. Only to find Jiang Cheng was gone. His good hand fidgeted with his blankets as he told the truth. “Jiang Cheng isn’t touchy feely like that. Even if I did ask, it wouldn’t have been long enough to help. I thought it would just be better to not bother him at all.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s thumb ran over his cheek bone again. “You’ll never be a bother to me.” 

“Awake and all cried out?” A voice cut through the moment. Wei Wuxian’s head jerked up, while his body instinctively leaned into Lan Wangji. A man in a white doctor’s slid into the room, Jiang Cheng close behind. “How do we feel?” 

“Okay?” Wei Wuxian responded warily. Other than his left side of the body not doing what he wanted, everything else felt relatively fine. He didn’t have a headache or the overwhelming urge to take a nap. Sure he was a little tired, but nothing he couldn’t deal with. 

“Any lingering pains, tightness of breath?” The doctor questioned. Wei Wuxian shook his head. “You’re lucky, you suffered a minor heart attack.” 

“A heart attack can be minor?” Wei Wuxian questioned.

“Only a small section of your heart had been blocked,” The doctor nodded. “Probably due to those clotting drugs they gave you over at General. Your suppressants were what caused the initial stroke, luckily your admittance MRI doesn’t show too much damage to your brain tissue. Have you noticed anything?”

“Um,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “My left side doesn't seem to want to cooperate.” 

“We’ll test that out in just a minute.” The doctor smiled. “We’d like to keep you for another day or two for observation. We can also repeat the tests we do today, just to see if you make any progress and help us where to put you for physical therapy. Tomorrow, we’ve got you set up with our rehabilitation center. They’ll give you lists of dos and don’ts relating to exercise, diet and all that.”  

“Let me guess, a diet consisting solely of fast food isn’t in the cards.” Wei Wuxian tried to joke. He couldn’t keep a touch of worry from his tone. Lan Wangji had said he’d relocate them to a hotel with a kitchenette, but if his hand wasn’t working right he wouldn’t be able to cook. He didn’t want to make Jiang Cheng do it. His brother had enough on his plate. Which meant expensive takeout, he supposed at least he had Lan Wangji to pay for it. The man was already paying for his medical bills, god this was a mess. 

“Generally discouraged,” The doctor nodded with a small chuckle. “Shall we get on with the testing?” He questioned as he pulled something out of his pocket. 

“We’ll be over here if you need us,” Jiang Cheng jerked his head to the couches. Wei Wuxian was sure he imagined Lan Wangji’s hesitancy to leave his side.  

By the time Wei Wuxian had finished matching up the cards, he was asked to draw a clock. There were dozens more tests to test his visual and memory.  All the while inbetween it all he had to respond to what evolved into highly demeaning questions. Then came the physical stretches and reflex tests, at the end he was five minutes away from snapping at Doctor Feng. His failed efforts to get his left leg and hand to cooperate only made his mood worse. He moodily climbed back into bed, tugging his blankets back over himself. 

“If you want to make a better nest, our nurses can bring you some more blankets.” Doctor Feng commented. 

“I’m good,” Wei Wuxian bristled, fighting to keep the huffiness from his voice. He thought the man was a doctor, yet he couldn’t tell the difference between blankets to keep warm and a nest?

“Speaking of which, which one of them is your alpha.” The doctor questioned with a wink in the direction of the two. Both of them were pretending to work, but their tense jumps everytime Wei Wuxian stumbled told him they weren’t getting much done. 

“Uh,” Wei Wuxian stopped staring blankly at the two of them. 

“Legally, I am,” Jiang Cheng was the first to speak. 

“I’m his fiance,” Lan Wangji was quick to elaborate. A pained look flashing across Jiang Wanyin’s face, but he didn’t say anything. Wei Wuxian supposed that was progress.

“Ah,” The doctor paused. “Which one of you will be caring for him?” 

“I can care for myself,” Wei Wuxian protested. 

“Wasn’t that how we got into this in the first place?” Doctor Feng questioned with a hum and a raised eyebrow. Wei Wuxian opened his mouth, but only a few stammers could come out. Embarrassment and outrage rolling through him. “Well, whoever will be caring for him should attend his rehabilitation meeting tomorrow. It’ll go over physical and dietary restrictions.” 

“Thanks,” Wei Wuxian managed with a nod. Doctor Feng gave the room a smile, before ducking out of it. Once the door was closed, Wei Wuxian let himself huff. “I don’t like him,” He muttered as he fussed with his blankets. They weren’t even close to resembling a nest! A five year old could have told the difference. 

“You don’t like most doctors,” Jiang Cheng shot back, but he was offering his own dark glare to where the doctor had exited. 

“Well, then I really don’t like him.” Wei Wuxian amended. “The man doesn’t know the difference between some blankets and a nest!  Does he just think omegas go building nests everywhere? Like I’d even consider making one in a hospital. Then he acts like I can’t take care of myself,” His brow furrowed. “I can!” He protested. “It’s just-” He trailed off. “I really did this to myself didn’t I?” He sighed as rubbed his temple.

“I’ll get you a new doctor,” Lan Wangji said, coming to a stop at the side of his bed. “One who knows what a nest looks like.” 

“No, it’s fine,” Wei Wuxian sighed, rubbing his face. “I can deal with him.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji shot back. “You don’t have to. We’ll find one you like.” Wei Wuxian sighed, letting his hands fall to fidget with the hem of his blankets again. 

“I can take care of myself,” His brow furrowed. “It’s just-”
“We know,” Lan Wangji cut him off. “You were taking care of your pack.” Wei Wuxian felt a feeling of relief lift off his shoulders as he nodded. Someone understood. 

“Which is why Lan Wangji should go to the meeting with you tomorrow.” Jiang Cheng said as he turned back to the couch. Wei Wuxian looked at his back with wide eyes. “I mean he’s going to be your husband.” He offered over his shoulder. 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian objected, picking up on a hint of anger. “This isn’t your fault either.” 

“Isn’t it?” Jiang Cheng snapped as he turned back. “I brushed off all the signs, I figured you’d tell me when you needed a break. I didn’t even notice you’d had a meeting with Lan Wangji. If that doesn’t make me a shit brother, I don’t know what does.” He huffed storming off. 

“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian called after him, moving to get up. 

“Don’t,” Lan Wangji pressed, swooping in to catch Wei Wuxian as he tumbled as his left leg gave out. “He needs time.” 

“God this is a mess,” Wei Wuxian groaned as Lan Wangji helped him back into bed. He wished Jiang Yanli was awake, she’d know what to do with all of this. At the least she’d give him a hug. 

“How can I help?” Lan Wangji questioned lingering at the side of his bed. 

“You’re already doing so much for us,” Wei Wuxian replied. Still, he reached out for Lan Wangji’s hand. He sighed as he felt his stress drain from the physical contact, he’d forgotten how much it helped. 

 He let out a surprised hum as Lan Wangji moved to sit on the edge of his bed. He quickly shifted to give him some more space. Lan Wangji set his free hand on the other side of Wei Wuxian’s legs, leaning into it, putting him firmly in Wei Wuxian’s space yet still giving him space. The warm scent of sandalwood leaching out of him. 

“Yanli was successfully transferred,” He spoke. “Lotus Pier will be free and clear by the end of the week. Jiang Cheng is planning on rebuilding.” 

“I knew he would,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Thank you for letting him. I know it will only cost Lan Corporation more money.” He added squeezing Lan Wangji’s hand. 

“It’s just money,” Lan Wangji replied, his thumb rubbing softly against Wei Wuxian’s hand. Wei Wuxian snorted. Just money says the man who hadn’t just done four months of hell just to make ends meet. “I had made an appointment.” 

“For what?” Wei Wuxian questioned cocking his head. 

“At the courthouse,” Lan Wangji continued. Wei Wuxian stared at him blankly, seeing his ears tinge red. “To get married.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian connected. “Right, we were going to wait for a big ceremony, yeah?” He smiled, suddenly feeling nervous butterflies in his stomach. Lan Wangji nodded. “So when are we tying the knot?” He asked in a tone he hoped came off as excitement and not nerves. 

“Originally next week,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but blink, that soon? Then again they were already closing out what needed to be done for Lotus Pier. It wasn’t like they were going to wait forever to do it. Originally, the word pulled Wei Wuxian back. 

“Why do I sense a but?” 

“I don’t want you to go back to that motel,” Lan Wangji replied.

“You were going to set us up in a different hotel.” Wei Wuxian noted. “Or did I make that up?” 

“No,” Lan Wangji exhaled. “I don’t want you sharing with him.” 

Wei Wuxian stared at him in surprise. His brain slowly shifted the pieces together. Jiang Cheng had said he smelled weird, like an alpha. His mind flashed back to the kiss, specifically the way the kiss was the reason his headache had faded. It had been because Lan Wangji had scented him during it. His request for him to wear a ring. His sweater. Subtle ways to mark his territory. Who would have guessed Lan Wangji had a jealous nature? And that it could be formed that quickly. 

“He’s my brother,” Wei Wuxian laughed, more in shock at his realization. He saw Lan Wangji shift, subtly showing his neck in a show of submission. Like a child who knew he’d done something wrong. He reached up, lifting Lan Wangji’s face so he could look him in the eye. “What what are you suggesting?” 

“If we were married tomorrow,” Lan Wangji started. “You could move in with me. I could take care of you.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breathed in surprise. 

“I wanted to wait until the Lotus Pier matter was officially settled,” Lan Wangji admitted. “But you need care. Jiang Wanyin will be busy.” 

“And you won’t be?” Wei Wuxian questioned with a raised eyebrow. 

“My schedule is easy to fix.” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I can’t just abandon Jiang Cheng in that motel.” 

“I have a guest house,” Lan Wangji replied, as if he’d already plotted out responses to any debate Wei Wuxian would have. “He is welcome to stay there until he can arrange his own place.” 

“You really want me in your bed that badly?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“I want you close,” Lan Wangji admitted. “Safe and cared for.” His golden eyes locked on to Wei Wuxian’s silver. 

The open and burning honesty in Lan Wangji’s eyes sent a shiver down Wei Wuxian’s spine. He felt his instincts preening at the attention, a surprising want forming in his chest. After months of worrying about everyone else, scrambling to make ends meet, it was so tempting to give in. And why shouldn’t he? He might feel guilty about Lan Wangji paying his bills, but it was part of their deal. Hadn’t Lan Wangji said it himself? That it was his duty to provide. 

And Wei Wuxian was tired. 

“Make the call,” Wei Wuxian gave in. “I’ll talk to Jiang Cheng about it when he gets back.” 

He saw Lan Wangji’s eyes widen, a soft smile curving his lips. Wei Wuxian’s gaze dropped down to it, the memory of their kiss coming back to him. 

“Do you need anything?” Lan Wangji questioned, snapping Wei Wuxian out of the memory. 

“I’m a little hungry,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “A little bored, the bigger games don’t like the hospital's wifi. Even if they did, well,” He shifted his left arm. 

“Use the data,” Lan Wangji’s gaze dropped to his phone. 

“Lan Zhan, I’d blow through the data like it was nothing!” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“Wei Ying, I have unlimited data.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian stopped. “Right, I forgot.” He chuckled. 

“I’ll see what I can do for food,” Lan Wangji nodded. Wei Wuxian smiled, leaning back into his bed. “Do you want me to wait for Jiang Wanyin to come back?” 

“Contrary to popular belief, I don’t need supervision twenty four seven,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Besides, I’m wired in! The only adventure I’d try is going to the bathroom, and I have a feeling I’ve got a tube for that too.” 

“I’ll be back soon,” Lan Wangji replied as he stood. He paused, before leaning over to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead. His hands tugging the sweater a bit tighter around Wei Wuxian. 

“I’ll be here,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he watched Lan Wangji go. 

He let his eyes drift closed as he took a deep breath. He wasn’t weak for giving in and taking Lan Wangji’s help.  Even if he was, it wasn’t like he had any other options to care for his pack. A pack he supposed was now one larger. 

He’d have to figure out Lan Wangji. There had to be something, some void in his life that Wei Wuxian could fill. Once he found that, he could figure out how to be the best mate for him. His side of the bargain would be complete, and it sounded like Lan Wangji’s side would be complete by the end of next week. He’d just have to come up with a strategy. 

But right now, it was so easy to drift off to sleep. 

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Lan Wangji couldn’t remember the last time he felt this type of excitement. He adjusted his cufflinks in the mirror, noticing how the excitement had managed to even make his way through the stone mask of his face. The corners of his mouth were tilted upwards, his eyes had an unusual sparkle to them. 

Today is the day he marries Wei Wuxian. 

His eyes went back to examining his suit, wanting even the smallest detail to be perfect. He’d picked his white linen suit, he rarely wore it due to the hassle of dry cleaning it. Today was special enough to warrant it. He’d accented it with touches of red; a tie, pocket square, and a pair of red cufflinks that matched the ring he’d given Wei Wuxian. He ran his hand along his hair, making sure the strands would remain in place. 

Seeing nothing out of place, he gave himself a nod as he headed for the car. His phone sounded on the way, his brother’s name lighting up the screen. 

“Xichen,” He greeted. “Shouldn’t you be on the way to the hospital?” He added as he unlocked the call, his hands moving to route the call though the car the moment he started it. 

“Wangji, don’t you think you might be rushing into this?” Lan Xichen’s voice filled the car speakers. 

“No,” Lan Wangji replied. “If you are unwilling to be a witness, we can find someone else.” 

“No!” Lan Xichen quickly protested. “I’m just worried about you. I don’t recall Wei Wuxian being a very committed boy in highschool. I mean he’s one of twelve students to actually be expelled from Cloud Recess Academy! How do you know he’ll hold up his end of the bargain? I don’t want to see you hurt.” 

“I have no such concerns,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Wangji!” Lan Xichen sighed exasperatedly. “If you could actually provide proof, I wouldn’t be concerned. You haven’t made him sign a contract, you haven’t gotten anything in writing. Your marriage certificate will be the first official paperwork on the marriage side! Meanwhile, the legal paperwork with our bail out to Lotus Pier is ironclad. You’re just asking me to take Wei Wuxian at his word.” 

“And mine,” Lan Wangji replied. The silence from his brother was deafening. 

“You are certain this is what you want.” 

Lan Wangji couldn’t help but give the screen a blank look. Was he sure? 

Was he sure that he’d been thinking about Wei Wuxian non-stop since he saw the video of him? Was he sure the man had been haunting even his dreams? Was he sure of the way his heart flew everytime that smile was directed at him? The feeling of being able to touch him, to kiss him. 

Then there was the way he’d been drifting around his house ever since he made the appointment at the courthouse. A pit of worry as he looked at the decor, was Wei Wuxian going to like it? He decided it didn’t matter. They could redo the whole house, every change would be a reminder that Wei Wuxian was now in his life. 

A reminder that he was no longer alone. 

He wouldn’t have to look at the other empty side of the closet anymore. He wouldn’t have to see the empty sink next to his own in the bathroom. His bed would no longer just be for him. Every inch of him was dying to know what it was going to be like. 

Would Wei Wuxian’s smell permeate the whole house once he was off suppressants? Would he leave cups and mugs around the house for Lan Wangji to find?  What would it be like to come home and hear the sounds of someone else? Would the house finally stop feeling like a stage, waiting for its actors to finally make it a home?

“I am certain,” Lan Wangji replied to his brother. “This is what I want.” 

“Are you sure you don’t want our lawyers to draft up a prenup?” Lan Xichen asked after a moment. 

“ Ge ,” Lan Wangji sighed. “We’ve discussed mating bites.” 

“Oh. ” 

Lan Wangji barely heard his brother’s gasp on the other side of the line. He was thankful his brother knew the meaning well enough. Mating bites bonded a pair, syncing up their bodies' natural cycles making it easier to conceive children. The longer the bond was in place, the harder it was to break. Countless of teenagers dumb and in love had learned not to make a bite lightly, as even short term bonds can be extremely painful to break. The pain only increased the longer the bond was in place. Not to mention the chance something could go wrong with the breaking process. 

If their relationship got bad enough to where they needed to break a bond, Wei Wuxian deserved the chance to take half of what Lan Wangji owned. Lan Wangji promised he’d never let it get to that point. 

He was going to make Wei Wuxian happy and safe. 

He’d do what the Jiangs were failing to do. 

“I’ll see you at the hospital then.” Lan Xichen’s voice sounded. 

“Thank you ge ,” Lan Wangji reached out, ending the call. 

It felt like he couldn’t get to the hospital fast enough. He passed through the front doors, seeing his brother already was here. He’d been waylaid by the hospital director, a man Lan Wangji had successfully dodged so far. He had a feeling that ended today. 

Not wanting to wait, Lan Wangji hurried ahead. His brother had the room number, he’d be able to find his own way. He hurried down the halls, slowing as he approached the room and heard voices. 

“I have to say, it’s been some time since I’ve been called to a hospital wedding.” An older man’s voice chuckled. “Even longer since I’ve had one that didn’t involve a baby. This doesn’t involve a baby does it?” 

Lan Wangji came around the corner, seeing an older man in a tweed suit arranging papers on the hospital bed table in front of Wei Wuxian. He almost immediately faded from Lan Wangji’s view as he saw Wei Wuxian. 

He’d styled his hair, the shaggy locks pushed back to stay out of his face. The natural wave made it look effortless, while also softening what could be a harsher hair style. He was in a white hospital gown today, and somehow still managed to look radiant in it. Best of all was the sweater over it all, the one Lan Wangji had given him the day before. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head with a small chuckle. “We were planning to do a ceremony later on. It’s just with my condition I need a bit more care than my brother can give me. Although, I suppose with a rushed marriage like this people are bound to talk.”  He winked at the man. “Lan Zhan’s too proper for that, this is all so I can move in with him so he can take care of me.” 

Lan Wangji wondered if Wei Wuxian would still think him proper if he had been privileged to his thoughts. Would he still say it if he knew how much Lan Wangji wanted to tell him to skip his shift at the grocery store and come home with him? How his hours, waking and sleeping, had become consumed with his thoughts for Wei Wuxian. Even now the urge to enter the room and take lingered. He wasn’t moving up the marriage because he was old fashioned. He was moving it up because he didn’t want Wei Wuxian to change his mind. 

“Nice to see some old fashioned values,” The old man smiled, his eyes crinkling with the movement. His head shifted, his eyes widening as he caught sight of Lan Wangji. “Ah! The other man of the hour!” 

Wei Wuxian’s head snapped to him. His eyes widened as they traveled the length of Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji felt his own ears flush as the beeping of Wei Wuxian’s hot monitor picked up, earning a glare from the man attached to it. 

“Lan Zhan, I feel so underdressed!” Wei Wuxian pouted, reeling Lan Wangji into the room. His hands came up, almost self consciously, to check his hair. Lan Wangji’s heart picked up as the lights of the room glinted off the ring Wei Wuxian was wearing. 

His ring. 

“You look perfect,” Lan Wangji managed. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s cheek, feeling the muscles shift as he smiled. Lan Wangji couldn’t help but take an inhale of breath, but only found the faint smell of medicine. A reminder that Wei Wuxian was on suppressants. 

“I doubt you’d say that if this was a ceremony,” Wei Wuxian snorted. Lan Wangji’s heart fluttered at the fond look Wei Wuxian was giving him. It would be so easy to kiss him right now. 

“Are your witnesses coming?” The clerk questioned, chasing the thought from Lan Wangji’s mind. 

“I’m here!” Jiang Cheng’s breathless voice announced his arrival. “I was talking to Yanli, lost track of time.” 

“Is she awake?” Lan Wangji’s eyes widened. He wasn’t sure if he could postpone the marriage, even though a small part of him wanted to give Wei Wuxian a ceremony and do it the ‘right’ way. It would mean the world to Wei Wuxian if she could even be a witness now. 

“No,” Jiang Cheng shook his head. A wave of confusion washed over Lan Wangji. 

“They say she can hear us,” Wei Wuxian spoke softly as he reached out to intertwine his fingers with Lan Wangji’s. He squeezed lightly as he continued. “We like to keep her informed on what’s happening. I was going to see if I could visit her today. I thought maybe if you're free I could introduce you?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. He restrained himself from saying he would be free whenever Wei Wuxian wanted him. 

“And your second witness?” The clerk questioned. 

“Here,” Lan Xichen’s voice sounded as he slid into the room. “Apologies, I was pulled away by the hospital director. I have a feeling you’ll see him before the day is out,” He added to Wei Wuxian. 

“I’ll look forward to it?” Wei Wuxian asked with a hint of confusion. 

“I apologize I haven’t been able to visit before now,” Lan Xichen smiled at Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji narrowed his eyes slightly at his brother, recognizing the patronizing customer service smile he was putting on. “How are we feeling?” 

“I feel more embarrassed than sick,” Wei Wuxian admitted as his head ducked. “They said something about keeping me another day?” He looked up at Lan Wangji.

 Lan Wangji felt himself still, he was told Wei Wuxian was coming home today. He had planned on it! He’d changed the sheets, put out the good towels. He’d even bought food to cook recipes from the heart healthy cookbook he’d purchased. He’d absentmindedly thought that he wished he had a few more days' notice, but he didn’t actually want them! 

“Doctor Feng said something about a Vitamin A deficiency?” Wei Wuxian continued. “He didn’t really take the time to explain it to me, and when I asked he just said I should send my alpha later and he’d explain it to them.” He huffed. 

“He might just want to keep him longer,” Jiang Wanyin sighed. “They used to do it all the time to him after he first presented. They’d make up some bogus reason to get him in for more tests, half of them were just to sate their own curiosity. It’s why someone doesn’t go to the doctor when he should,” He finished the sentence with a very pointed glare at his brother. 

Lan Wangji felt his brow furrow. Lan Corporation prided themselves on having some of the best hospitals in the world. Yet this doctor had insulted Wei Wuxian by implying his blankets were a nest, and now he was coming up with a bogus reason to keep him here? How many of the patients had he done this too? Lan Wangji made a note to make sure that Wei Wuxian would be the last. He looked over to his brother, seeing an expression on his face that implied he was thinking something similar. 

“They already took some blood?” Wei Wuxian looked guilty at Lan Wangji. “They wanted another MRI too, but I’m pretty sure that actually connects to my heart attack. I just can’t get him to explain anything to me, and I don’t want to be charged for something just because he’s curious!” His frustration was clear. 

“It isn’t your fault,” Lan Wangji found himself taking a step closer to the bed. His hand squeezing Wei Wuxian’s. He was pleased to see a bit of the tension seep from him. “We’ll check once we’re done here.” 

“Quite a disdain for doctors, for someone who offered to be a lab rat,” Lan Xichen spoke up. 

“He offered to do what?” Jiang Cheng almost growled. 

“Well, if both of your witnesses are here,” The clerk cut in, apparently reading the sudden jump in tension. His hands reached out to gesture to the marriage license.  From the look Jiang Cheng was giving Wei Wuxian, that discussion was far from over. “We can get to signing.”

Wei Wuxian smiled at him, leaning forward to pick up the pen. The clerk leaned in, pointing out where he needed to sign. Wei Wuxian offered the pen to Lan Wangji when he was done. Even though he didn’t need to, Lan Wangji leaned in, an arm settling around Wei Wuxian’s shoulder as he followed the clerk’s instructions. Once he was finished, it was offered to Jiang Wanyin and Lan Xichen. 

“You are now officially married!” 

Just like that

Lan Wangji exhaled, looking at the paper. It looked so ordinary. Yet now it signified his whole world. It was proof that Wei Wuxian was his husband. That he’d be living in his home, sharing his bed, sharing his life. No more loneliness. A smile curved up his lips. A sign that happiness was in his future. He looked over at Wei Wuxian, finding the man already looking up at him. A smile grew across Wei Wuxian’s face as his head tilted. His eyes sparkling. 

“Do I get a kiss from my husband?” 

Lan Wangji’s heart skipped a beat, the smile on his face growing larger. He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes drop to it as he leaned in, the pupils in his eyes expanding. His own eyes fluttered closed as he pressed his lips to Wei Wuxian’s. 

His heartbeat quickened as Wei Wuxian hummed up into the kiss. It soared as Wei Wuxian’s arms reached up, lightly clasping around Lan Wangji’s neck as he pulled him closer, deepening their kiss. 

It was the beeping of the heart monitor, the sound reaching an annoying pace that finally pushed Lan Wangji to pull away. Wei Wuxian’s arms tightened, trying to keep him from going. They finally loosened, as their owner glared at his wildly beeping heart monitor. 

“I really hate that thing,” Wei Wuxian pouted. Lan Wangji let out a short huff of laughter, watching Wei Wuxian’s eyes light up at the sound of it. He couldn’t resist leaning in, pressing a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead before they parted. 

“To think I was worried,” He barely heard Lan Xichen mutter. He looked over to his brother, seeing an amused look on his face. He resisted the urge to huff. 

“Jiang Cheng,” Wei Wuxian’s voice sounded, a touch of surprise coloring it. “Are you crying?” 

“I’m not!” Jiang Wanyin immediately protested. Lan Wangji glanced over, seeing him hastily turning away. A hand coming up to wipe at his face. “I just got something in my eye.” 

Lan Wangji’s jaw tightened. He wasn’t going to allow Jiang Wanyin to bring the day down with his attempts to convince Wei Wuxian what he was doing was basically slavery. He’d put up with the man for days while Wei Wuxian had been in and out, fighting the whole time because Lan Wangji was, and he quoted, ‘taking advantage of his brother.’ An argument he knew continued everytime Lan Wangji left the room. 

Like Wei Wuxian wasn’t a grown adult who made his own decisions. 

“Come here,” Wei Wuxian demanded, shifting away from Lan Wangji as he raised his arms. “A-Cheng,” He added sternly, in a tone that didn’t sound like him at all. Lan Wangji watched Jiang Wanyin crumble like a house of cards at the sight of it, shuffling over. 

Lan Wangji couldn’t resist glaring as Wei Wuxian wrapped him in a hug, his arms rubbing his back softly. His entire being bristled as he tucked his head into Wei Wuxian’s neck. Lan Wangji’s hand curled into a fist behind his back, he tried to remind himself they were brothers. 

“You deserve a real wedding,” Jiang Wanyin mumbled after a moment. 

Just like that all of Lan Wangji’s anger dissipated. His gaze softened as he realized he’d misinterpreted what Jiang Wanyin was upset about. Wei Wuxian did deserve a grand wedding, but he also deserved to have all his family there. An impossible feat with Jiang Yanli’s condition. 

“We’ll have one when Yanli is better,” Wei Wuxian said as if he was reading Lan Wangji’s mind. “We can celebrate you getting Lotus Pier back on its feet at the same time, yeah?” He added.

Lan Wangji’s eyes narrowed, like he would allow Wei Wuxian’s day to share the spotlight with Jiang Wanyin. They’d celebrate it on two separate days. Lan Wangji might consider the Lotus Pier celebration to act as the rehearsal dinner, but not the wedding. 

“Yeah,” Jiang Wanyin sniffed, unburing his head from his brother’s shoulder. He glared over in Lan Wangji’s direction, which would have been more threatening if he wasn’t crying. “If you don’t take care of him I’ll break your legs.” 

Lan Wangji couldn’t help but tense. Take care of him? He’d certainly do a better job than Jiang Wanyin had. He’d talked to the doctors, there was a chance Jiang Wanyin hadn’t properly scented Wei Wuxian for months. With his pack deprivation it could have been half of the stress that contributed to the heart attack! 

“That means he’s accepted you,” Wei Wuxian leaned over to announce in a stage whisper. “He only threatens to break the legs of the people he likes.” 

“Well, if I’m no longer needed.” The clerk spoke up. 

“Actually,” Jiang Wanyin sighed. “You’re a notary right?” 

“I am,” The clerk nodded. 

“What is it?” Wei Wuxian questioned Jiang Cheng. Lan Wangji watched Jiang Wanyin cross over the couch, reaching into a bag and producing a bundle of papers. 

“I have to legally sign you over to him,” Jiang Wanyin muttered, shifting awkwardly. Lan Wangji blinked, confusedly looking over to his own brother. 

“I thought the marriage did that?” Wei Wuxian questioned.

“It’s an archaic legal practice,” Lan Xichen sighed. “It’s an attempt to avoid omegas being stolen, married and mated against their will. That way their family can retain legal rights to free them from it.” 

“Which is all fine except for if an omega is trying to get away from an abusive family,” Wei Wuxian snorted, a weariness creeping into his tone. “Come on, let's get the archaic practice over with.” He motioned to the table in front of him. 

Jiang Wanyin shifted forward, setting the papers out. He quickly pointed out where Lan Wangji needed to sign on each one. Lan Wangji took a moment to scan over all of them, glancing up at Jiang Wanyin. 

The other alphas jaw was tight, like he didn’t want to do this. In truth Lan Wangji didn’t want to be doing this right now either. He could see the crestfallen look on Wei Wuxian’s face as he looked at the papers. Nothing should have brought down their wedding day. He didn’t know why Jiang Wanyin was insisting they do this now. 

Until he caught sight of his brother out of the corner of his eye. 

This was his doing. His assurance that Wei Wuxian would ‘belong’ to Lan Wangji, the papers a visual reminder to Wei Wuxian. A reminder he was tethered to Lan Wangji. A protection of his ‘investment’. Lan Wangji felt his stomach churn as he realized why his brother knew about it. 

He glared at his brother as he signed off on the papers. Did he not think Wei Wuxian was capable of loving Lan Wangji? He refused to be their parents, he’d find a way to give Wei Wuxian an out if it was needed. He glanced over at Wei Wuxian, his heart skipping a beat as the omega’s hand was trailing out for him. He interlaced their fingers as he signed, a reassuring pressure to remind himself he’d never let it get to that point. 

“These are all of his legal files,” Jiang Cheng handed Lan Wangji a stack of papers. “Luckily mom and dad kept everything legal in a safety deposit box, so they’re all original.” 

Lan Wangji couldn’t help but feel a flash of pride at the exchange. Wei Wuxian was officially his. The sour expression on Wei Wuxian’s face took some of the edge off, a bit of guilt worming its way in. 

“There are some legal efforts to attempt to lift this practice,” Lan Xichen spoke up, apparently also having seen the look. “I could send you some articles.” 

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian offered a small smile. “As a male I’m able to ignore a lot of normal prejudices, which makes being confronted with stuff like this a bit more,” He sighed. “Eye opening.” 

“Sorry, we could have done this later.” Jiang Wanyin murmured.

“No, I rather know about it,” Wei Wuxian waved it off. “Afterall, I’ll have to get used to it as Lan Zhan’s husband.” 

Lan Wangji’s heart skipped a beat as Wei Wuxian beamed up at him. He reached out, gently massaging the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck as he idly flipped through the stack. It was mostly school transcripts, including the one from the Cloud Recess Academy, but there were also notes on Wei Wuxian’s time in the foster system and his adoption papers from the Jiangs. 

“It’s going to be strange,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “I’ve never really been open about it before. It’s a combination of terrifying, freeing and a relief all at the same time.” He laughed towards Lan Xichen. “Mostly good though.” He looked back up at Lan Wangji, a hint of nervousness there. 

“Honestly, I’m surprised Wangji isn’t squirreling you away,” Lan Xichen winked. Lan Wangji’s eyes flew up from the stack of papers to glare at Lan Xichen. “He’s never been fond of sharing. Since he-”
“Xichen,” Lan Wangji cut his brother off. He could tell his ears had flushed, he hoped Wei Wuxian wouldn’t pick up on it. There were only two things his brother might reveal, and he wasn’t particularly fond of either.

“Since what?” Wei Wuxian questioned. Lan Wangji felt his ears flush darker as he tried not to look at Wei Wuxian. “Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian pouted. “Married couples are supposed to keep secrets.” 

 Lan Wangji felt himself buckle, glaring at his brother again. He decided to go with the least of the embarrassing options. And the one that would damage his standing with Wei Wuxian the least.

“I had a crush on you,” Lan Wangji muttered. “When we were in highschool.”

“His first,” Lan Xichen winked. “And-” 

“Xichen,” Lan Wangji cut him off. He’d already soured the mood by getting Jiang Wanyin to bring up the legal papers, he wasn’t going to reveal all his embarrassing secrets on top of it. “Everything is in order,” He nodded to Jiang Waynin, who looked like someone who had just fit the last piece of the puzzle together. 

“He’s officially your problem now,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes as he reached over to give Wei Wuxian a noogie. Lan Wangji could detect a bit of bitterness in the words, but like he was trying to accept this. 

“Jiang Cheng!” Wei Wuxian let out a whine. “We haven’t even taken a photo yet!” His hands flew to fix what Jiang Wanyin had displaced. “The nurses helped me get it under control,” He continued to fuss, before grabbing his phone to look at himself. 

Lan Wangji couldn’t resist the contact. He gently reached out, guiding a number of the strands back into place. Wei Wuxian gave him another beaming grin, the warmth from being acknowledged seeping through Lan Wangji’s body. 

“Take one,” Wei Wuxian’s attention shifted back to Jiang Wanyin as he held out his phone.

He reached over, tugging Lan Wangji closer to him. Lan Wangji’s hand fell to his far shoulder as Wei Wuxian leaned into him. Wei Wuxian grinned up at him before turning his attention to Jiang Wanyin. The two of them stayed still until Jiang Wanyin gave Wei Wuxian back his phone. 

Wei Wuxian’s hand went to his nose as he began to flip through the shots. His finger rubbed it as he seemed to analyze each one. Lan Wangji let out a hum at one of the earlier ones, taken when Wei Wuxian was still grinning up at him. Even his face looked softer, the barest touch of a smile on it. Wei Wuxian paused looking up. 

“Do you want that one?” He questioned. Lan Wangji nodded. “I know we talked about a ceremony, but it’s important to document this day too.” He babbled as he started to send it. “I mean who’s going to tell Yanli and our future kids we don’t have a photo of our actual marriage day?” 

Lan Wangji smiled, his gaze flickering up as he heard a strange noise from the direction of Lan Xichen. His brother had turned his back, now coughing slightly. Lan Wangji gritted his teeth, he would have to have a conversation with his brother about his behavior. 

But not today. 

He ran his hands through Wei Wuxian’s hair as he turned his attention back to him. It pulled Wei Wuxian’s attention away from Lan Xichen. It dropped back to his phone, where he sent Lan Wangji the photo and a few others. 

“Well, if I am no longer needed,” The clerk nodded, reminding everyone in the room that he was still there. “I wish you a long and prosperous marriage.” He nodded before he slipped out. 

“And I should return to work,” Lan Xichen nodded. “I wish I could stay longer, but this was rather short notice.” He commented with a pointed glance at Lan Wangji. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian sheepishly offered. 

“As long as it doesn’t become a habit,” Lan Xichen tilted his head in response. “I promise to come for dinner once you're released. We can get properly reacquainted then.” 

“I’ll look forward to it,” Wei Wuxian smiled. He gave a wave as Lan Xichen headed for the door, sidestepping a nurse with a wheelchair as it came in. 

“I take it that’s my cue for my rehabilitation meeting,” Wei Wuxian eyed the chair. He looked back over to Jiang Wanyin. 

“There are a few things I should work on,” Jiang Wanyin said as he moved towards the door. “I’ll come back around dinner time.” 

“Bring something spicy!” Wei Wuxian beamed. “I hope you don’t mind, I gave him the card yesterday. Not exactly like I could use it in here, and this way he could pick some stuff up that we need.” 

“As long as he gives it back,” Lan Wangji replied with a nod. 

“Um,” Wei Wuxian fidgeted. “Are you staying after our meeting, or do you have to go back to work too?” 

“I’m staying,” Lan Wangji replied.

“Great!” Wei Wuxian lit up. “Get something vegetarian for Lan Zhan.” 

“Shall I pick your dry cleaning too?” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. Lan Wangji resisted the urge to comment that it was big talk for someone using another man’s credit card. 

“Clothes for his discharge,” Lan Wangji said instead. 

“Right,” Jiang Wanyin nodded. “I can pick him up if you can’t.” 

“I will be free,” Lan Wangji replied as he moved out of the nurse’s way. He kept an eye on her as she helped Wei Wuxian out of bed. It was the same round faced nurse that practically mauled his arm the other day to get the IV back in. “We’ll come to the motel after to get his things.” 

“I can get it together.” Jiang Wanyin nodded. 

“I can do it,” Wei Wuxian protested. “I want to get rid of all my work uniforms anyway. Packing will be a good way to do it.” 

“I’ll see you later,” Jiang Cheng nodded as the nurse shifted Wei Wuxian’s IV bags over. 

“Don’t forget spicy food!” Wei Wuxian called around the nurse as she helped him up. 

“Actually,” The nurse turned, halting Jiang Wanyin in his tracks. “Extremely spicy food isn’t suggested immediately after a heart attack.” 

“Why’d you have to tell them that?!” Wei Wuxian asked with an exaggerated groan. “Now I won’t have anything properly spicy in weeks!

“Just avoid the extremes,” The nurse replied. “You can still have some.” 

“For him, if it doesn’t burn your taste buds off it isn’t spicy enough,” Jiang Wanyin rolled his eyes. “I’ll find something.” He promised Wei Wuxian before ducking out.

Lan Wangji felt a sigh of relief at seeing Jiang Wanyin go, he’d been praying to get some time alone with Wei Wuxian today. It was hard to do when his brother was constantly around glaring daggers at him. He turned his attention to who actually mattered. 

“Can I see my sister after our meeting?” Wei Wuxian asked her. “Maybe take a short walk? Well roll.” 

“That should be fine,” The nurse smiled. “Just don’t exert yourself too much and see the nearest nurse if you feel any pain.” 

“What about the Vitamin A deficiency?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“What Vitamin A deficiency?” The nurse questioned. The blank look on her face did not improve Lan Wangji’s opinion of Doctor Feng. 

“Doctor Feng said I had one, that I’d need to stay another night because of it.” Wei Wuxian explained. The nurse crossed to his chart, falling silent as she looked it over. 

“I don’t see anything here,” She said when she put it back. “I’ll double check to see if it hasn’t been updated yet. Now, let’s get you to that meeting.” She smiled. “Do you want to push?” 

“I can-” Wei Wuxian protested. 

“Let me?” Lan Wangji asked Wei Wuxian. He watched his face stutter, before flushing a soft pink. 

“Just because you asked,” Wei Wuxian relaxed into his chair. Lan Wangji slid behind him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head before he pushed him forward. He wasn’t sure if the squeak Wei Wuxian made was from the kiss or the feeling of moving. 

They had barely made it through the door when they were beset. 

“Congratulations!” 

Lan Wangji’s vision was filled with pieces of white. After the surprise wore off, he saw small pieces of confetti, which on closer inspection were shredded charts and other medical papers. He heard Wei Wuxian’s laugh sound as he looked up, shaking the paper from his hair. Both Jiang Wanyin and Lan Xichen had apparently been waylaid to aid the impromptu confetting. 

“What brought all this on?” Wei Wuxian laughed. He shook his head, sending pieces of the confetti everywhere. 

“Well, we couldn’t convince the cook to sneak a whole cake up here,” The nurse who’d been with them in the room grinned as she moved out from behind them. “The doves escaped,” She winked at Wei Wuxian. “When the cook nixed stealing some rice, we improvised.” 

“Rice is for good luck at weddings,” Wei Wuxian laughed as he looked up at Lan Wangji. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, a hand coming up to brush some confetti from Wei Wuxian’s hair. He could feel a small smile on his lips. 

“We got to talking last night,” The nurse smiled. “He’d said he wished there was one tradition he could have for his wedding day.” 

Lan Wangji blinked. How come he didn’t know that? He would have done something, anything if he had known. Instead it was some random nurse. Talking last night? He felt a pang in his chest. Would Wei Wuxian have told him that? Or was there something special about this nurse.

“This is great Mei,” Wei Wuxian smiled at her as he threw another handful of confetti out from his lap and into the air. “Thank you.” 

“Nan will take you down to your appointment,” Mei smiled. 

“You’re not?” Wei Wuxian tensed. Lan Wangji felt his brow furrow at the action, a flash of worry passing again. 

“Someone’s gotta clean up the confetti,” Mei laughed. “So shake before you leave.” 

“Come here,” Wei Wuxian smiled up at Lan Wangji. His hands reached out to brush some of the confetti out of Lan Wangji’s hair. Lan Wangji followed suit, brushing it off of his gown. “Alright, I think we’re good.” Wei Wuxian laughed a little while later. 

“Oh,” Mei the nurse paused. “If you feel like it, we have a wonderful little garden to take a little walk in.” She winked. 

“We’ll check it out,” Wei Wuxian smiled at her. “Will you follow up on that Vitamin A deficiency thing? They said I might have to stay longer because of it.” 

“Of course,” Mei nodded. “We wouldn’t want you spending the first night of your marriage apart. I mean, not that you should even be considering a traditional wedding night in your condition.”  

Pieces of a suit fluttering to the floor, flashes of skin as they tumbled into the bed. The taste of sweat on his tongue. The soft feeling of skin under his finger tips, trailing along the curves of his body searching for every sensitive spot that would draw the breathless moans that would make up the soundtrack of the evening. 

His hands dug into the flesh of his ass, holding him in place as he drove in. The punched out gasps every time he bottomed out. His teeth sinking into a sweat damp neck. His hand searching, finding fingers to intertwine with as they were locked together.

“It would just be nice to wear underwear again,” Wei Wuxian replied with a laugh. It pulled Lan Wangji out of his daydream. “This gown is breezy in the wrong ways.” 

“I’ll have an answer for you by the time you get back,” Mei smiled. 

“If you’ll follow me,” A nurse, Lan Wangji assumed it was Nan, started leading. 

Lan Wangji kept a careful eye for the way back, but was only slightly sure he’d be able to find their way back after the meeting. The nurse left them at the check in desk, and they settled in the waiting room with a clipboard of insurance paperwork. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian called for his attention. Lan Wangji looked up from where he was filling out forms. “If they say I can’t eat chili peppers for the rest of my life will you do me a favor?” He questioned with the largest puppy dog eyes Lan Wangji had ever seen. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji agreed without thinking about it. 

“Ignore them.” Wei Wuxian smiled. “I’m willing to cut out anything except my chili.” 

Lan Wangji let out a short huff of laughter before turning back to the paperwork. He neatly filled out the information he’d practically memorized in the past few days, it was only towards the end that he caught it out of the corner of his eye. Wei Wuxian’s hands fidgeting with the bottom of the sweater. 

He tucked the pen under the clip on the clipboard. How could he have missed it? He had to be better, he didn’t want Wei Wuxian crawling off to tell a nurse he just met important things. He set the clipboard aside, looking up at Wei Wuxian. 

“Hi,” Wei Wuxian flushed as he realized Lan Wangji’s attention was on him. “Sorry all this happened,” He nervously laughed as his gaze fell to his lap. A furrow formed in his brow, a sight Lan Wangji didn’t like. “I didn’t mean to push this all on you.” 

Lan Wangji resisted the urge to sigh. They’d get no were with this guilt hanging over Wei Wuxian’s head. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji carefully reached out, gauging Wei Wuxian’s reaction to make sure it was okay. He took his hands once he had, stilling the fidgeting. “This would have happened regardless, at least now I can take care of you.” 

“I suppose it could have happened, Jiang Cheng would have gone to jail and then I’d have no way to pay for mine or Yanli’s medical bills.” Wei Wuxian’s brow contorted further. “Then they’d sell it to collections and then I’d go to jail.” He sighed. “God, I don’t even want to think what would have happened to Yanli then.” His face crumpled. 

“No point in stressing about it,” Lan Wangji squeezed his hands. “Everything is taken care off, you’re taken care of.” 

Wei Wuxian let out a shaky breath. 

“I suppose that’s just going to take some getting used to.” He squeezed Lan Wangji’s hand back. A nervous smile on his face. “If there is anything I can do.” 

“A marriage can’t work on that,” Lan Wangji stopped him before he could go farther. He’d seen where that road would go. 

“Work on what?” 

“Owing each other,” Lan Wangji explained. “If you do something for me, do it because you want to. Not because you feel obligated.” 

“What, am I to believe you want to do all of this for me?” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“Yes,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow. “I’m your husband, I want to do this.” Lan Wangji heard Wei Wuxian’s breath catch as he squeezed his hand. “You are not indebted to me.” 

“How am I not?” Wei Wuxian protested. “You're saving Lotus Pier, you’re taking care of Yanli, of Me! You're even helping out Jiang Cheng until he can get on his feet.” 

Words went flying through Lan Wangji’s mind as he tried to figure out what to say. How could he explain it to Wei Wuxian? More importantly, how could he explain it without sounding like a desperate creep? 

“I get you,” Lan Wangji breathed out amidst all the chaotic thoughts. He winced as Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “I-” He struggled. “I’m always-” 

“Wei Wuxian?” A nurse interrupted. 

“We will continue this later,” Lan Wangji sighed as he stood. 

He could see Wei Wuxian biting his lip as he moved behind to push the wheelchair. He glanced over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder, seeing the fidgeting hands now picking at the hem of the sweater. He’d said something wrong, if he just had more time. 

They’d talk after the meeting, putting the whole notion that Wei Wuxain owed him behind them. He’d thought his care would make sense, after all they’d agreed to a marriage contract. A marriage was through thick and thin, in poorness and in health. 

“Lan Zhan, do you want kids?” Wei Wuxian blurted out. Lan Wangji almost stumbled from the change of conversation. 

A stomach pulled taught as it stretched. A scent sweetened by milk. The smallest hand wrapping around his finger. A beaming grin miniaturized. The smallest voice saying the word baba. 

“Mn,” He managed to choke out as they entered the room. 

“You must be Wei Wuxian,” The woman behind the desk smiled as she stood. 

“Word travels fast,” Wei Wuxian offered a smile in return. 

“It’s not often I have a visitor under the age of thirty.” The woman replied with a laugh. “You can call me Xiuying, I’ll be in charge of your rehabilitation.” She added, offering a hand to shake. 

“Nice to meet you,” Wei Wuxian nodded, reaching forward to shake it. She turned her attention to Lan Wangji, offering her hand. “This is Lan Zhan.” 

“Lan Wangji,” He offered, shaking it. He saw the woman’s spine straighten at the sound of his name. “His husband.”

“Lan Wangji?” Xiuying’s eyes widened. “As in?”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded, taking his seat next to Wei Wuxian. 

“I didn’t realize,” She smiled, smoothing out her suit as she retook her seat. Lan Wangji tried not to hold the shift in demeanor against her. 

“Don’t worry,” Wei Wuxian leaned forward with a smile. “We only got married an hour ago.” 

“Ah,” Xiuying’s brow furrowed in confusion. “Well, let’s discuss your rehabilitation. They haven’t observed any lasting damage to your heart, but that doesn’t mean you should be careless from this point on. Having a heart attack automatically puts you at higher risk for another.” 

“I’ve been told,” Wei Wuxian nodded. A serious expression came over his face. 

“An important element is cutting back on the stressors,” Xiuying nodded, producing and handing over a sheath of paper. 

Lan Wangji leaned over to look at it, Wei Wuxian shifting to make it easier. Xiuying handed him his own, which he merely folded and slid into his suit coat as he kept his gaze trained on the one in Wei Wuxian’s hands. 

“Diet is a big factor for most people.” 

“Don’t worry, four months of nothing but fast food has done wonders to put me off it.” Wei Wuxian laughed before his gaze fell down to the paper. The whole room jumped as he let out a cry of excitement. “Look Lan Zhan, I can have chili again in a few days.” He beamed seeing it on the caution column.   

His smile was as blinding as the sun, and filled him with the same warmth. 

“Mn,” He hummed, returning the smile with a small one of his own. His own eyes fell to the paper, scanning through the columns. The ingredients listed confirming the research he already did was accurate. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian sheepishly offered Xiuying while Lan Wangji’ read. “I was worried I wouldn’t be able to have them again.” 

“I’m glad you can,” Xiuying smiled. “I always feel bad when I tell a patient they can’t have their favorite food anymore. Now, reducing stress is another big one.” 

Xiuying started running through the packet, answering all the questions as they had him. Wei Wuxian was to take it easy for the next week. If he got tired there was nothing wrong with taking naps. He’d have appointments to discuss his progress, but due to his age Xiuying said it was highly likely he’d bounce back quickly. The fact he’d already gained some control over his left side had everyone thinking positively. 

“What about my suppressants?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Since you’ve returned to a ‘safe’ suppressant, they want to keep you on it for at least three months.” Xiuying nodded. “You don’t need me to explain how a heat can affect your heart,” She smiled politely. “Three months is more of a grace period to make sure there will be no complications if you were to switch, or stop, your suppressants.” 

“Great,” Wei Wuxian smiled. 

“Sex isn’t suggested immedieatly.”

Lan Wangji’s gaze became focused on the packet in front of him. His ears felt like they were moments away from exploding into flames. 

“It’s best if you are able to pass a stress test before you attempt it,” Xiuying barreled on as if she wasn’t noticing the sudden shift in the room. “Don’t be shy, even the older patients are quick to ask about it.” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian stuttered. “I imagine I’ll have check ups?” He quickly changed the subject. 

“Your first will be scheduled upon your discharge,” Xiuying nodded. “We also suggest a meeting with one of our therapists. Heart attacks can have massive effects on your mental health.” 

“I mean I don’t feel any different,” Wei Wuxian shifted in his chair. 

“Well, then there’s no harm in meeting with them.” Xiuying smiled.

“Ah, I suppose not then,” He laughed nervously.

Lan Wangji’s gaze flickered up, seeing the nerves on Wei Wuxian’s face. Something else was there, it was obvious he didn’t want to see a therapist. The question was why. Lan Wangji’s mind flashed back to the nightmare he had just before waking up. Then the night at the restaurant, the way he’d frozen at the sight of the flame. He filed it away, there were more pressing issues at the moment. 

“Don’t worry, I know this all sounds intimidating.” Xiuying smiled. “We’ve got you scheduled to meet your physical therapist just after this, so do you have any questions before I send you on to them?” Both Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji shook their heads. “Well I’ll give you my card, it has our hotline and my number if you’d prefer to talk to a face you know.” 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian nodded as he took it. Lan Wangji watched his eyes drop to his torso, realizing he had no pockets. Lan Wangji offered his hand, getting a sheepish smile from Wei Wuxian as he handed it over. “Is there anything else?”

"Just a reminder to keep an eye out for warning signs of another stroke," Xiuying replied. "Since you're already feeling weakness on one side of your body, make sure numbness doesn't accompany it. If you feel sudden confusion or have trouble speaking, as well as impaired vision don't hesitate to call. Meanwhile," She turned to Lan Wangji. "We suggest the F.A.S.T system for those around, I believe you were already told about it?" 

"Face, ask them to smile and note it one side of their face is drooping," Lan Wangji started reciting. "Arms, have them raise their arms to see if one drifts downwards. Speech, have them recite a simple phrase to see if there's slurring or other affects. If any of the above apply, waste no Time calling an ambulance or getting them to the emergency room." 

"And warning signs for a heart attack?" She smiled at Lan Wangji. 

"Chest discomfort, or discomfort in the upper body, shortness of breath and in some cases nausea, lightheadedness and cold sweat." Lan Wangji promptly recited. He saw Wei Wuxian arch an eyebrow in his direction. "I researched." 

"That's good," Xiuying smiled. "It never hurts to have a second pair of eyes, just make sure not to hover. But that covers all of it on my end,” Xiuying smiled. “If you want to return to the waiting room, we’ll have someone come get you for your meeting with your physical therapist.” 

They didn’t have to wait long, and despite Lan Wangji’s concern Wei Wuxian was more than happy to dive into exercises. It proved to be a test of Lan Wangji’s control, as he tried not to growl at the well muscled trainer who’s hands seemed to go everywhere as he guided Wei Wuxian through the exercises. 

It didn’t help Wei Wuxian had a penchant for smiling brightly whenever he got something. Or that the smiles were rarely directed in Lan Wangji’s direction. Lan Wangji wondered if Wei Wuxian would notice if Lan Wangji arranged for a different trainer. 

“A great start,” The trainer smiled as they finished up. “From what I see, chances of a full recovery are good.” 

“That’s the goal!” Wei Wuxian beamed. 

“Do you need help finding your way back to your room?” 

“I was actually hoping we could go for a walk,” Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji. The first time in the last fifteen minutes. “Well, you walk, I sit.” He rolled his eyes before Lan Wangji could tell him he needed to take it easy. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded as he stood. He was sure he was less than subtle when he cut off the trainer, helping Wei Wuxian into his wheelchair. He wrapped the sweater he’d been holding while Wei Wuxian worked back around Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, getting a bright grin in response. 

“Wheel me away then!” He teased once he was ready. He gave a wave to the trainer as Lan Wangji wheeled him out. They’d only gone a few hallways before Wei Wuxian leaned back to look up at Lan Wangji. “Can we go see Yanli?” 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji replied as glanced around for the navigational signs. By pure luck one of them managed to have the ICU heading on it, and he quickly followed it off. 

Wei Wuxian’s entire form shifted as they got into the ICU. His back straightened, one of his knees began to bounce. Lan Wangji’s heart melted as Wei Wuxian looked up at him, an excited grin on his face.  

“She’s in room 182,” Lan Wangji offered as they approached it. 

Lan Wangji had been shocked the first time he’d seen Jiang Yanli’s condition. In General Hospital she’d been in the burn unit, flanked by others moaning and whimpering in pain. He’d made sure to arrange a private room for her here, figuring she and her brothers would appreciate the privacy. 

Her room was quiet except for the hum of the machines she was hooked up to. What was exposed was covered in bandages, leaving only a few patches of skin here and there. Lan Wangji tried to imagine what it would be like if Lan Xichen was in Jiang Yanli’s place. He didn’t think he’d have the bright smile Wei Wuxian had as he rolled himself as close to the bed as he could. Lan Wangji stayed closer to the door, uncertain what he was to do. 

“Hey sis,” Wei Wuxian breathed as he gently reached out, carefully sliding his hand under Jiang Yanli’s. “Sorry I haven’t been able to come see you in a while. Work was crazy and well, I suppose A-Cheng’s already told you everything.” He chuckled softly. “I brought someone to meet you!” He turned, giving Lan Wangji a bright smile as he waved him over. “I’m sure you remember me telling you about him when I got kicked out of the Cloud Recesses. Yanli, this is Lan Zhan.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Lan Wangji nodded to Jiang Yanli. The smell of medicine was strong next to her, but he swore he could smell the softest touch of Lotus flowers underneath it all. He slid behind Wei Wuxian’s chair, close enough to comment if needed but not intruding if Wei Wuxian wanted privacy. Wei Wuxian followed the movement with a nod. 

“We got married today,” He turned back to Jiang Yanli.  “I know we all figured you’d be the first to get married. Honestly, my money is still on you getting married next. We’re going to have a ceremony after you’ve recovered, so get better soon, yeah?” 

“I know A-Cheng has probably already told you about the mini stroke and the heart attack,” Wei Wuxian breathed, shifting to rest his chin on the side of her bed. Gazing up at his sister like a small child. “I promise to take better care of myself, if you don’t believe me take Lan Zhan’s word for it. He’s actually going to be taking care of me. Taking care of all of us, really. He got you transferred here, so you can get some better care. You’ve even got a room to yourself now! No one can tease you about your snoring.” He chuckled. 

“Lan Zhan’s helped Lotus Pier get out of trouble, so both A-Cheng and I will be waiting for you when you wake up.” He continued, a short breath of hesitation following it. “I know you’re probably thinking the worst based on what A-Cheng has told you, but I’m going to be fine, really. I know you're worrying, but you don’t have to. A-Cheng is going to rebuild Lotus Pier, which we both know will make him happy.” 

“Will you be happy?” Lan Wangji was unable to keep from asking. Wei Wuxian lifted his head off the side of Jiang Yanli’s bed, looking over to him. 

“I can be happy anywhere, Lan Zhan.” He smiled.

Lan Wangji felt his brow furrow at the answer. He knew if he was given the chance he could make Wei Wuxian happy, but the answer wasn’t particularly positive. Wei Wuxian shifted, gently pulling his hand out from under Jiang Yanli’s. He rotated the wheelchair, reaching out for one of Lan Wangji’s hand. 

“I’m already happy,” Wei Wuxian tried again, squeezing his hand. “I’m only worried that I’m coming out of this arrangement far ahead of you.” 

Lan Wangji sighed, crouching down so he was level with Wei Wuxian. He locked eyes with him, hoping he’d be able to see the truth there. 

“Your companionship is worth it all, and more.” Lan Wangji spoke softly. “But if you feel like you must promise something more,” He took a deep breath. “Just promise you’ll never hate me.” 

“Hate you?” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Lan Zhan, I was sentenced to copying out the Cloud Recesses Student Handbook a hundred times because you turned me in for sneaking in alcohol! I was copying it the entire time I attended! I missed out on some prime partying! If I didn’t hate you for that, I doubt there is anything else I could hate you for.” 

What if you feel trapped, or constrained. What if I truly am too cold, and you never get the warmth you deserve. What if you find out how much I truly want and think it’s too much? The worries swirled through Lan Wangji’s mind. Amongst it all was Wei Wuxian smiling brightly at him. 

“You still owe twelve copies,” Lan Wangji replied after a moment. He saw Wei Wuxian’s jaw go slack. 

“Was that an attempt to tease me?” Wei Wuxian gasped. Lan Wangji merely tilted his head in response, letting Wei Wuxian’s breathless laughter run the worries from his mind. “Well, you aren’t getting them out of me now.” 

“Debatable,” Lan Wangji tried to push. It got another laugh from Wei Wuxian, filling the sterile room. 

“Let’s say goodbye to Yanli,” Wei Wuxian nodded back over his shoulder. “Then maybe we can find that garden the nurses were talking about.” He added as his hands fell to his wheelchair, turning the wheels to face Yanli again. 

“If I’m not discharged today, I promise to come visit you tomorrow.” Wei Wuxian told her. “I’m sure you’re bored, so I’ll bring some books to read to you. I’ll have plenty of time to come visit you now, so don’t think you’re getting out of it.” He teased. “If A-Cheng visits again before I do, just remember that I love you most.” He winked before shifting his chair to leave. 

Lan Wangji hesitated to follow, his gaze shifting back to Jiang Yanli. He took a step closer, his eyes falling to the bandages over Jiang Yanli’s eyes. 

“I promise to take good care of him,” Lan Wangji offered softly. “And I hope to make him happy.” 

He turned to follow Wei Wuxian, stuttering as he realized Wei Wuxian had turned back to look at him. A soft smile settled on his face. 

“See?” His gaze shifted to Jiang Yanli. “I told you he was a good one.” Lan Wangji felt his years flush as he moved forward, taking his place behind Wei Wuxian’s wheelchair. “Bye sis!” He waved around Lan Wangji as he wheeled them out. 

“So I actually have two requests,” Wei Wuxian looked up at Lan Wangji as they started down the hallway. “The first is finding that cute little garden. The second is I want to go to the gift shop. Oo, let’s ask them about the garden!” He waved over a nurse. 

Lan Wangji watched amazed as Wei Wuxian easily pulled the nurse into a conversation. What would have been a minute conversation, stretched out into a whole five minutes. Wei Wuxian had laughed the moment they walked away, as he announced he hadn’t remembered the directions at all. Lan Wangji was happy to fill in, and in a few minutes they were entering a small courtyard garden. Large enough for a good stroll but still secreted away from the outside world. 

“There,” Wei Wuxian pointed towards a bench. Lan Wangji lurched forward the moment Wei Wuxian moved to get out of wheelchair. 

“Wei Ying!” 

“Come sit,” Wei Wuxian waved him off as he sat on the bench, a hand making sure his gown was closed as he sat down. Lan Wangji hesitated, eyeing the IV drip Wei Wuxian was still connected too. “Don’t worry,” He rolled his eyes. His arm moved, showing his movement wasn’t going to rip the bag from the chair or from his arm. “See, I’ve got plenty of leeway.” 

Lan Wangji eyed the wheelchair again, moving it closer to Wei Wuxian. Seeing the sweater sliding off of Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, he paused to pull it a bit tighter. Wei Wuxian let out a snort, rolling his eyes as Lan Wangji finally settled next to him. Lan Wangji’s gaze drifted out to look at the garden, wondering why Wei Wuxian wanted to come out. 

His entire body tensed as Wei Wuxian nuzzled into his side. The softest exhale sounded from him as his head settled on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. Lan Wangji felt his heart soar, his own exhale sounding as he shifted and let his arm settle around Wei Wuxian’s waist. 

“I supposed I should have asked if you liked to cuddle,” Wei Wuxian hummed. His head shifted up, Lan Wangji met his gaze before he saw it flicker downward. Before Lan Wangji could even think it himself, Wei Wuxian was leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. “I know you like to kiss.” He smiled as they parted, their noses still brushing. 

Lan Wangji felt his thoughts go out the window as he leaned forward to capture Wei Wuxian’s lips again. His hand came up to cradle Wei Wuxian’s jaw, tilting it up so he could deepen the kiss. Wei Wuxian almost lurched forward in his eagerness. A hand coming up to wrap around Lan Wangji’s neck. 

Lan Wangji swore he saw stars as Wei Wuxian’s fingers pressed into his scent gland. The hand on Wei Wuxian’s waist tightened, pulling him flush against his chest. The fingers pressed into his neck again, with purpose. Lan Wangji felt a low growl rumble in his chest, his teeth nipping at Wei Wuxian’s lower lip. 

Only to have Wei Wuxian’s tongue come fighting its way into his own mouth. Tangling with his own tongue, before licking over his teeth. It ran over Lan Wangji’s canines, a dangerous tingling exploding in his mouth. 

That, and a rather large cough, broke the two of them apart. Wei Wuxian sheepishly tucked against Lan Wangji’s chest. Lan Wangji glared over, seeing an elderly woman hobbling by on the arm of a younger man. It was the man who was red in the face and looking away, why the woman was looking at them with a soft smile. 

“Don’t mind him, dearies,” The woman winked. “I used to be the same way with my husband.”  

“Grandma,” The young man hissed. The old woman chuckled, patting his hand as they continued on by. 

“It’s either my heart monitor or other patients,” Wei Wuxian chuckled against Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji almost purred when he felt him take a deep breath of the sandalwood scent that had leaked out during their kiss. “Seems like I’m not destined to get a good kiss out of you.” He added, lifting his arms to his nose and sniffing. “But mission accomplished.” He looked up brightly. “I was beginning to smell like a hospital.” 

Confliction tore through Lan Wangji. Had Wei Wuxian just kissed him to get rid of the hospital scent? Or had he actually wanted to kiss him? It felt like a lot more than a way to get his scent out. Didn’t he know he could just ask?

“If you want me to scent you,” Lan Wangji murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Just ask.” 

“But Lan Zhan this is so much more fun,” Wei Wuxian pouted. He broke into a grin after a few seconds, leaning in to press a quick kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. Lan Wangji pushed the negative thoughts from his mind, reaching up to push some of the hair that had fallen out of Wei Wuxian’s face. Only to have them flooding back in as Wei Wuxian bit his lower lip. 

“Sorry I can’t scent you back,” Wei Wuxian muttered. 

“When you're healthy,” Lan Wangji hummed, a relief spreading through him again. 

“You want me to scent you?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“Gift shop?” Lan Wangji changed the subject. He could feel his ears heating. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “I wanted to get Yanli some flowers, if that’s okay?” 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji nodded. “We could have gotten them before we visited.” 

“That would have made sense,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “But I didn’t think of it until after we visited. Hospital rooms are always boring aren’t they?” He questioned as he started to get up, Lan Wangji moved to help, making sure the gown stayed closed. A flash of ass doing more than enough for Lan Wangji’s imagination. 

Unlike Jiang Yanli’s room, Lan Wangji was not saved by the useful signs posted around the hospital. Luckily, Wei Wuxian didn’t seem to mind as long as he was out of his hospital room. Before long, they were in front of the flower arrangements in the cooler. Lan Wangji watched a finger come up to rub Wei Wuxian’s nose as he thought. 

“That one,” He finally decided, pointing to one of the smaller arrangements. 

“Cost isn’t a problem,” Lan Wangji murmured, glancing at some of the larger ones. If he had to train Wei Wuxian out of thinking about prices, he would. 

“I know, but the other ones,” His eyes flickered up. “They just aren’t her.” 

Lan Wangji looked back to the case in a new light. True to Wei Wuxian’s word, the smaller arrangement he’d picked was soft pinks and purples. The rest were in deep reds or bright unnatural shades of the rainbow. He wondered absentmindedly what kind of flowers Wei Wuxian might like. Staring at the cooler, he didn’t see anything that seemed right. 

“I should have known,” Lan Wangji murmured as he opened up the cooler and pulled out the arrangement. He crossed to place it on the checkout counter, he turned back to find Wei Wuxian rolling through the rest of the shop. Pausing in front of the fiction books. 

Lan Wangji decided to explore the shop himself. He was surprised to find himself in front of the stuffed animals. A rabbit caught his eye on the end, a bright piece of plastic over its stomach reading ‘scent me!’ It only took the first line of the label on the back for Lan Wangji to move back to the counter with it. 

“Can I get these too?” Wei Wuxian announced his return. Lan Wangji looked over, finding a coloring book, pencils, and what looked like a dime romance novel. Lan Wangji nodded as he took them, placing them on the counter next to the flowers and bunny. 

“Everyone has loved these since they came in!” The cashier smiled as she picked up the rabbit to scan. “You know the secret right?” 

“Secret?” Wei Wuxian questioned, his curiosity peaked as he leaned forward. The cashier pointed to the areas of the rabbit that had plastic coverings over it. 

“The fabric is engineered to hold scent for long periods of time,” The cashier smiled. “Just peel and scent, it’ll even linger after going through a washing machine. We use them a lot in the baby ward, since their parents’ scent soothes the babies and helps them adjust. I’m sure your little one will love it.” 

“Please have the flowers delivered,” Lan Wangji felt his ears flame red as he gave her the room number. He handed the other items to Wei Wuxian, seeing him play with the rabbit as he wheeled them back to his room. 

“So, why the sudden urge to buy a rabbit?” Wei Wuxian hummed as he crawled back into his hospital bed. Lan Wangji was temporarily distracted by the flash of ass, as this time he showed no concern for keeping the gown closed. 

Lan Wangji’s gaze dropped to the rabbit, his ears bright red as he peeled the plastic off the rabbit. He tried not to look at Wei Wuxian as he methodically rubbed his wrist scent glands against the fabric, sniffing the rabbit until he was satisfied with the scenting. He glanced up, seeing a large smile on Wei Wuxian’s face as he handed it off. 

“Is this to be your stand in for our wedding night?” Wei Wuxian teased. Lan Wangji nodded, as it was a good analogy for how his scent would show whatever nurses that came in that Wei Wuxian was taken. Wei Wuxian lifted the rabbit to his nose and took a deep breath. 

“Not as good as the original,” He announced. “But it’ll do,” He winked as he tucked it under his arm. “In case I do have to stay.” 

“I’ll check in with your nurses,” Lan Wangji nodded, a wave of satisfaction rolling over him. He reached out, clipping the heart monitor that Wei Wuxian had neglected to put back on, back on his finger. 

“Traitor,” Wei Wuxian pouted as the beeping started back up. “To think I was considering sharing my coloring book with you.” He huffed as he grabbed it, adjusting the rabbit under his arm. 

“I’ll be back,” Lan Wangji replied, feeling a smile curving his lips. 

He left Wei Wuxian to flick on the TV, flipping through the channels and his coloring book pages. He approached the nurses station, where news of who he was must have arrived as they all dropped what they were doing to answer his questions. He tried not to growl at them as they announced Wei Wuxian would have to stay the night. 

At least the MRI would allow them to remove the heart monitor. 

“Tell them to take me now!” Wei Wuxian grinned when he heard the news. 

An hour later they were back in his room, the verdict that he could be heart monitor free. Not only that, he was allowed to wear underwear again. Which would be more thrilling information once Jiang Cheng showed up with a fresh pair. 

“Do you have any work you need to do?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he crawled up onto his bed. 

“Nothing pressing,” Lan Wangji replied, pulling up his phone to double check. In reality he knew he had the whole day off, but figured Wei Wuxian would appreciate the act. 

“Well, I thought it over,” Wei Wuxian replied. “And I will share my coloring book with you.” He grinned with a wink. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied, the corners of his mouth slightly curving up. 

“Come on,” Wei Wuxian shifted to the side of his bed, patting the open space. Lan Wangji felt his heartbeat pick up at the implication. “Would you rather stand and color?” He raised his eyebrow. 

Lan Wangji slid off his blazer, setting it over the back of the armchair in the seating area. His fingers worked on the cufflinks as he crossed the room, sliding them into his pocket before he started rolling up his sleeves. The corner of his lips twitched up as he saw Wei Wuxian staring at his forearms. He snapped out of it as Lan Wangji gently sat on his bed, the two of them shifting to make the tight space work. Once they had, Wei Wuxian pulled the bed table over. 

“You can have this side,” Wei Wuxian flipped the book upside down. The mandala he’d already started to color before the MRI in front of him. Lan Wangji slid an arm around him, disguising it as getting a pencil. He let it stay there afterwards. 

It pleased him that Wei Wuxian didn’t say anything about it. 

“So what do you do in your free time?” Wei Wuxian questioned after a few minutes of silence. 

“I,” Lan Wangji paused. His brother called him a workaholic, but that would change now that he had Wei Wuxian in his life.  “I did not prioritize my free time before now.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breathed. Lan Wangji saw a furrow form in his brow. “Are you not going to be home a lot?” 

Home . The word falling from Wei Wuxian’s lips brought an unfamiliar warmth through Lan Wangj’s own body. That would be what his house would be with Wei Wuxian, a home. It would be a place he would gladly spend time at. 

“I did not have a reason before now,” Lan Wangji replied. “Perhaps we can color together.” He tried. 

Wei Wuxian chuckled, his eyes glancing over to Lan Wangji was coloring. Lan Wangji had gone for a monochromatic theme with shades of blue. He was trying to keep the shading even and in the lines. 

“A little more enticing if I was five,” Wei Wuxian finally chuckled. 

“What do you like to do in your free time?” Lan Wangji tried. Wei Wuxian let out a sigh, the kind that made his lips wiggle. 

“I mean play video games is the obvious answer,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “I started sketching more with my design classes, then there’s TV and books.” 

“I noticed your,” Lan Wangji’s eyes flickered to the half naked man on the cover of the book Wei Wuxian had picked up. “Literature.” 

“Literature?” Wei Wuxian cackled. “It’s a smutty shifter romance novel, pretty far from your definition of literature. Let me guess, you only read something if it’s covered in a college class.” 

“Classics have survived for a reason,” Lan Wangji replied. He didn’t have time to read something terrible, a few classics might have been dry but they were masterfully crafted. Otherwise it had to teach him something. He couldn’t just waste his time on something.

“But there’s just something fun about cheap romance,” Wei Wuxian sighed, leaning over to bump into him. “It’s like a reminder not to take yourself too seriously or something.” 

Lan Wangji sighed. Since when did he stop doing things for fun? Had he become so focused on work he’d forgotten? Now that he thought about it, when was the last time he’d even played music? Music is meant to be shared, his mind murmured in response.  

“I used to read poetry,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“Used to?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Before I became focused on work,” Lan Wangji explained as a furrow appeared in his brow. “I found other areas of my life lacking. Love poems and music can feel hollow with no one to share them with.” 

“Tell me one,” Wei Wuxian put down his color pencils, his full attention shifting to Lan Wangji. 

“Pardon?” Lan Wangji blinked. 

“A poem,” Wei Wuxian prodded. “Seduce me with your poetry.” He wagged his eyebrows at Lan Wangji. 

Lan Wangji blinked. Before he could think about it, his mouth opened reciting the first poetry that came to mind. 

“我欲与君相知，

长命无绝衰。

山无陵，

江水为竭，

冬雷震震，

夏雨雪 ，

天地合，

乃敢与君绝！”

He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes go wide. His jaw went slack shortly after. Yet when Lan Wangji finished, Wei Wuxian said nothing. A few seconds stretched into a minute, still no reaction from Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji tried not to panic. Had he overplayed his hand? The poem was a rather intense declaration of love. But Wei Wuxian had said to seduce him. Maybe he should have gone with passion instead of undying love. 

“I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian finally breathed. “My language skills aren’t what they used to be. Translate it for me?” Lan Wangji took a breath. He had a chance to do over, or he could just say it translated to something less daunting. “Let me guess, it gets lost in translation?” 

“I would not do it justice,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“It sounded beautiful,” Wei Wuxian murmured. 

“I will look for a translation,” Lan Wangji offered. 

“I will just have to remain poemless for the time being,” Wei Wuxian teased with a sigh. Lan Wangji blinked, that wouldn’t do.  Another poem came to mind,  passion instead of undying love.

“I love your lips when they’re wet with wine

    And red with a wild desire;

I love your eyes when the lovelight lies

    Lit with a passionate fire.

I love your arms when the warm white flesh

    Touches mine in a fond embrace;

I love your hair when the strands enmesh

    Your kisses against my face.” 

“I don’t remember the rest,” Lan Wangji murmured. He remembered something about a wine wet mouth, the line ‘the joys of a living love’, but that was it. He’d remembered reading it in highschool, the wine imagery connecting to a mouth that was so often found in a beaming smile. A mouth he’d seen down half a bottle of wine in defiance. A mouth now so close to his own. 

Wei Wuxian merely hummed in response, his eyes dropping to Lan Wangji’s lips just before he kissed him. Lan Wangji’s hand slid up, cupping Wei Wuxian’s jaw. 

“Apparently I’m easy to impress,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as they parted. Their faces were still close enough that Lan Wangji could feel his breath against his own wet lips. “Although with a voice like yours I was doomed from the start.” 

“I’ll look up more poetry,” Lan Wangji murmured, unable to resist leaning in and kissing him again. 

And Wei Wuxian went oh so easily. 

They were both breathing heavily by the time they broke apart again. Lips both kiss swollen and wet. Wei Wuxian chuckled as he nuzzled in closer, settling his head on Lan Wangji’s shoulder.  

“Although I am pretty sure you could read a dictionary and I’d like it,” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“I have a dictionary,” Lan Wangji replied, the corner of his mouth ticking up. It pulled another beautiful laugh from Wei Wuxian.

“Maybe I should put you to work reading me something a little more,” Wei Wuxian smirked as he looked up at him. “Stimulating.” He finished with a whisper and a wink. 

“I’m not reading your werewolf smut out loud,” Lan Wangji replied flatly. Wei Wuxian cackled, turning to bury his head into Lan Wangji’s neck to muffle the sound. It thankfully kept Wei Wuxian from noticing his bright red ears. 

“What if I worked on my mandarin?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “Then would you read it to me?” 

“When did you lose it?” 

“After getting kicked out of the Cloud Recesses,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Do you think I could convince Professor Lan it was his fault?” He laughed. Lan Wangji gave him a dubious glance. “I was supposed to transfer to a different school, but then I presented. Madam Yu thought it would be easier to homeschool,” He sighed. “I passed my GED, got into college. I actually tested out of having to take a language, but then it just ended up fading from disuse. You could say I traded it in for coding.” 

“We can use it at home,” Lan Wangji offered, testing the word out. 

“Where do you live?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “You said it had a guest house?” 

“I own a house in the city,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“Since when do houses have guest houses,” He teased. “I think mansion is the word you're looking for.” 

Lan Wangji paused, trying to figure out to explain the oddity of where he lived. Two houses built on the same grounds, a small forest built to keep them apart. He and Lan Xichen had considered dividing the lot, selling off the excess house. Their father’s was the smaller of the two, only three bedrooms. Yet every time they went to do it, they couldn’t.

“It is not excessive,” Lan Wangji decided to say. “I think you will like it.” 

“And if I don’t?” He teased. “Will you buy me a new one?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied, his hand reaching out to pick up his discarded color pencil. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian gasped. His hand darted out to stop Lan Wangji from picking up the pencil. “You can’t just buy me a new house because I don’t like yours.” 

“Why not?” Lan Wangji questioned. If he had the money, why couldn’t he? He could hear his uncle’s voice telling him it was irresponsible. If it would make his mate happy, and Lan Wangji could do it, he would. 

“Because it’s excessive,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“You deserve to be happy,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian snorted. Lan Wangji felt his brow furrow again. “My mate deserves to be happy.” 

“Aiyah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I told you, I can be happy anywhere. Keep talking like that and you’ll spoil me.” 

“I believe that’s the point,” Lan Wangji replied. He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen. A red flush blooming across his cheeks. 

“Is that what my alpha wants?” He tilted his head as he teased. The words my alpha sent a shiver down Lan Wangji’s spine. “A fat spoiled omega to come home to at the end of the day?” He murmured as their noses brushed. 

“Lan Zhan, you're home!” Wei Wuxian beamed as he waddled down the stairs, one hand on the railing and the other on the growing curve of his stomach. A healthy glow radiating out from him, a touch of red to his cheeks. 

“I want you,” Lan Wangji breathed at the image in his mind. He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen.  Lan Wangji shifted, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Healthy,” He murmured, shifting to press a kiss to his cheek. “Happy,” He continued, pressing a kiss to his lips. “And maybe a bit spoiled.”  

Wei Wuxian’s head fell onto Lan Wangji’s shoulder as he laughed. He wrapped an arm around Lan Wangji’s waist and squeezed lightly. 

“You are too good for me, Lan Zhan,” He chuckled. Lan Wangji let out a disapproving hum, his hand coming up to massage the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck. He almost froze when the omega let out a moan. 

“Don’t even get me started on your fingers.” He moaned as he buried his face in Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji practically purred as Wei Wuxian’s arms wrapped around him. “They are like magic.” He sighed, melting against Lan Wangji’s body. 

Before long, Wei Wuxian’s breathing had become long and slow. Lan Wangji gently moved the table away, figuring Wei Wuxian would appreciate the space to stretch out. He didn’t expect Wei Wuxian to practically climb into his lap. 

Lan Wangji felt himself trying to memorize every part of it. The feeling of a warm body curled against his own. The sound of his breathing, long and slow. How his hair slid against his fingers, the feeling of a nose pressed against his neck.. The softest thud of a heart beat matching time with his own. Lan Wangji felt his own eyes drift closed as tilted his head against the top of Wei Wuxian’s. A single world encapsulating the entire feeling. 

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Chapter Text

“Wuxian, wake up or your food is going to get cold.” Jiang Cheng’s voice cut through the pitch black of his sleep. Wei Wuxian felt his nose crinkle as he buried himself further into his sheets. 

“Leave him,” Lan Wangji’s voice rumbled low against his ear. 

“And listen to him complain that his food is cold?” Jiang Cheng snorted. “I don’t think so.”

Wei Wuxian’s hand came up, batting away the hand that he knew was coming up to flick his head. 

“I’m awake,” He slurred. He opened his eyes, blearily blinking as they took in his surroundings. 

Which was the broad expanse of Lan Wangji’s chest. He uncurled his hands from the front of Lan Wangji’s shirt, shifting to take in the rest of the room.  The hospital bed table had been moved away, apparently to allow Wei Wuxian to crawl into Lan Wangji’s lap. An extremely comfy lap, he noted as he stretched. 

“Sorry Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian yawned. “I’m sure you had better things to do than be my pillow.” He offered a sleepy smile as he wiped the sleep from his eyes. 

“It’s fine,” Lan Wangji replied, a hand coming up to run through Wei Wuxian’s sleep mussed hair. Wei Wuxian’s smile grew, pushing his eyes closed for a moment. 

“Food?” Wei Wuxian questioned his brother.  

“I’m choosing not to be offended that you asked for food before saying hello to me,” Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes as he produced styrofoam containers from a bag. 

“I love you too,” Wei Wuxian stuck his tongue out, earning one in response from his brother. Wei Wuxian jumped slightly when he felt vibrations from underneath his butt. He quickly, but carefully, crawled out of Lan Wangji’s lap. 

He watched Lan Wangji produce a phone, a small sigh as he saw whoever was calling. He glanced at Wei Wuxian. 

“Go ahead and take it, I don’t mind.” Wei Wuxian smiled. A man whose life revolved around work, Wei Wuxian would just get used to playing second fiddle. 

Lan Wangji sighed, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple before slipping out of the bed and then the room. 

“Don’t you think you're laying it on a little thick?” Jiang Cheng questioned once the door had closed. 

“Laying on what thick?” Wei Wuxian questioned accepting the styrofoam container. He popped it open, taking a deep breath of a mouthwatering scent. Other than the lack of meat, it looked fantastic. 

“It’s just going to be hard to keep up,” Jiang Cheng replied, dragging a chair to his bedside. Wei Wuxian perked up as he saw beef once Jiang Cheng opened his own stir fry. 

“Keep what up?” Wei Wuxian questioned again, breaking apart his chopsticks. He eyed his brother’s stir fry, knowing he’d have to wait for the right moment. He saw Jiang Cheng sigh. 

“The flirting, the naps and the kissing.” Jiang Cheng described. Wei Wuxian blinked, distracted from his plans. “The whole starry eyed couple thing. Putting it on too thick now and it’ll be hell for you to keep up.” 

Wei Wuxian felt his face blush bright red. 

In truth he hadn’t expected Lan Wangji to be so receptive to his touch. The man wasn’t particularly fond of being touched back in high school. But he was even initiating touch now! It was a relief. After four months of barely having his needs met, here was an alpha that seemed more than willing to give it. 

But how could he tell Jiang Cheng that without making it sound like another way he’d failed? Not that he had failed in the first place, circumstances just got out of both of their control. 

“I’m not putting anything on,” Wei Wuxian shifted, pulling the rabbit back into his lap. The soft scent of sandalwood wafting up to him. “I’m acting how I’d act with my mate. Which, in case you forgot, is Lan Zhan.” 

“You don’t have to force yourself because of the deal,” Jiang Cheng pressed. 

“I’m not forcing anything.” Wei Wuxian huffed. 

“Come on!” Jiang Cheng’s face twisted. “All the kissing and cuddling.” 

“All I would do with my mate,” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“Please, we know you don’t go for that.” Jiang Cheng snorted. 

“Don’t go for what?” Wei Wuxian felt a spark of anger. 

“That typical omega shit,” Jiang Cheng shrugged. “The big doe eyes and the fawning.” 

Wei Wuxian felt his face flush, but not just with anger. 

“Maybe I do!” He snapped. He saw Jiang Cheng’s eyes widen. He sighed, his gaze falling to the rabbit as he fidgeted with it. “You know I tend to be physically affectionate.” He glanced up at Jiang Cheng. He saw his brother nod. He took a deep breath before continuing on. “And you tend not to be.” 

“I can be,” Jiang Cheng huffed moodily. “I give you hugs, occasionally.” 

“I know, and I love them,” Wei Wuxian quickly responded. “It’s just,” He sighed, this conversation was getting more awkward by the minute. “I told you about my pack deprivation, it’s not just scenting. I need a certain level of physical affection too.” 

“So what, you acting all cuddly is making sure you're meeting your needs?” Jiang Cheng tried to follow. Wei Wuxian decided he’d take it. 

“Yanli always teased me by calling me high maintenance,” He pushed a chuckle out. He saw a thinking look cross Jiang Cheng’s face. 

“Is that why you glomp on to me sometimes when you sleep?”

“Yeah,” He nodded slowly. “I tried to spread it out throughout the week so you wouldn’t get overwhelmed. When I had to pull extra shifts it threw my schedule off, so-” 

“Octopus glomp,” Jiang Cheng finished. “You know you could have said something.” 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “You had enough on your plate. You didn’t need me telling you you had to cuddle with me weekly.” 

“You said Yanli used to?” 

“Yeah, it was better than going to a care center.” 

“Care center? That’s where some omegas go to handle their heats, right?” Jiang Cheng connected. Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“I never really felt comfortable doing a heat there,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Yanli usually made sure I didn’t die during the few my suppressants required me to take. When I did go, it was usually just pick the alpha that smelled the best and cuddle.” 

“So with Lan Wangji,” Jiang Cheng started after taking a deep breath. 

“He probably saw it in my medical file, probably just wants to make sure his investment doesn’t die.” Wei Wuxian found himself joking. “He has initiated it a few times, which is nice.” He let out a breathless laugh. “Makes me feel less high maintenance.” 

“Just weird,” Jiang Cheng muttered as he took a bite of his stir fry.

“What?” Wei Wuxian questioned, feeling his heart drop into his stomach. It wasn’t his fault he was this way.  

“Don’t you remember? Lan Wangji hated people touching him in highschool.” Jiang Cheng stabbed a pepper on his chopstick.

“Maybe he’s just selective,” Wei Wuxian shrugged a relief rolled over him. Maybe it was just a side Lan Wangji had kept hidden. Wei Wuxian felt a flash of guilt at the fact he would have used it to tease the boy endlessly if he had known. His eyes fell back to Jiang Cheng’s stir fry as they lapsed into silence. Just as he was about to strike, Jiang Wanyin spoke. 

 “So, you got to make out with people for medical reasons?” 

Wei Wuxian nearly choked.

“No,” He sputtered as he turned bright red. “That’s Lan Zhan specific.” He got another raised eyebrow from Jiang Cheng. “Why shouldn’t I kiss him?” He huffed. “I mean he’s my mate, not to mention I found out it’s incredibly fun!”

“I guess it’ll just take some getting used to,” Jiang Cheng muttered again as he stabbed another pepper. 

“You’re telling me,” Wei Wuxian breathed out with a laugh. “For the first time I can kiss someone and not have to worry about their hands wandering.” 

“Are you really going to be open about it?” Jiang Cheng questioned.  

“I mean isn’t that the point of the marriage contract?” Wei Wuxian shrugged. 

He glanced at his brother, wondering if he’d have any award winning insights for him. Ever since the neutral response on kids, Wei Wuxian had wondered why Lan Wangji had accepted the marriage contract. If he was lonely, like he implied, why not just date? There was probably a long line of people willing to warm his bed. Some he might not even have to shell money out for. 

Maybe he did agree to it for the status boost. He sounded like a workaholic, and the business word was known for their pissing contests. When alphas competed, everything mattered. From their actual job performance to what college they attended, even the clothes they wore! Hell, Wei Wuxian knew someone would take him up on his marriage contract for the mere reason male omegas were rare. Rare meant something to competing alphas. 

But it didn’t feel like Lan Wangji. 

Everything since their dinner had felt genuine. The talk of being happy seemed more like a man who wanted Wei Wuxian to be part of his family, a meaningful part of his life. The man had even taken the time to color with him! Wei Wuxian resisted groaning. He knew there was more to family than having kids, but it’s just. 

He really fucking wanted them. Their cute little chubby faces. Their fascination with discovering the world. Their wild imaginations. All of it he loved. He wanted his own chaos monster to hug and hold. He knew he could talk Lan Wangji into them eventually, if he didn’t want them. It kept leading back to the main question. Why would the man take a marriage contract with an omega if he didn’t want kids?

“Do you think he really agreed to it for a status boost?” Jiang Cheng snorted. Wei Wuxian sighed, pulled back from his thoughts by his brother. 

“Honestly, I don’t know why he agreed.” Wei Wuxian stabbed his food. “At least I know what his family will expect, Lan Qiren is as traditional as they come. I need to prove that I was worth the deal. If that means becoming the best trophy spouse in the world, I’ll do it.” 

“You? A trophy husband?” Jiang Cheng snorted into his food. 

“What!” Wei Wuxian protested. “Uncle Jiang said I could do anything I put my mind to! Besides, how hard could being a trophy husband be?” 

“Trophy husband,” Jiang Cheng repeated as he shook his head.“You’re going to start sounding like Nie Huaisang.” 

“Maybe I should call him and get some tips.” Wei Wuxian teased. 

Although he intended it as a joke, he realized it might not be a bad idea. Their childhood friend seemed like quite the layabout. Yet he somehow managed to live independently from his older brother, without obvious signs of a job. The last he’d seen of the other was on social media, a concerned comment on his Youtube Channel. He wasn’t sure, but Nie Huaisang might have even made a donation to the gofundme. It would be nice to have time for friends again. 

“I was thinking, if you’ve got time in your new busy trophy husband lifestyle.” Jiang Cheng paused. “I thought maybe you might want to work up a new logo for Lotus Pier. I know it’s not really the same-”
“What!” Wei Wuxian screeched, his voice echoing in the room. 

“Shit, Wuxian!” Jiang Cheng jumped. A hand flying up to his ears. 

“Do you really mean it?” Wei Wuxian demanded. He'd been hounding Madam Yu to update it for years, ever since his first graphic design class. It was outdated and bulky, but she had always said ‘it’s always been like that’. That it had been created by Jiang Cheng's, however-great-grandfather, that it was a symbol of the family. 

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng opened and shut his mouth in an exaggerated way with a finger to his ear as if trying to get his ears to pop. Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes, his brother was always such a drama queen. “Mom had been considering it for a few years, especially after Jin Corp changed. I thought it would be a good time for a rebrand, and well,” He trailed off as he dropped his hand from his ear. 

“And what?” Wei Wuxian prodded. 

“I want you to have a hand in Lotus Pier Industries,” Jiang Cheng huffed, stabbing a pepper with his chopstick. “I never agreed with mom.” 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian sniffed. 

“Don’t cry,” Jiang Cheng groaned. “Lan Wangji will probably kill me if he comes back to you crying.” He shuffled over, awkwardly patting him on the back. It succeeded in pulling a laugh from Wei Wuxian. 

“I’d love to,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“I want it to be a bit like the old one, just you know,” Jiang Cheng paused. “Newer.” 

“Most graphic designers would hate that description,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “You’re lucky I know you so well,” He punched his brother lightly. “Shit, I don’t have any of my equipment.” He groaned with the realization. 

“Equipment?” Lan Wangji’s question announced his return. 

“My stuff for digital art,” Wei Wuxian replied. He sighed as he remembered it. “I didn’t eat anything but instant ramen for a month to buy that drawing tablet.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed. 

“Aiyah Lan Zhan it’s a figure of speech,” Wei Wuxian waved off the concern, knowing fully he did not intend it as a figure of speech. It wasn’t like it was the same ramen over and over again, he swapped out the flavors. He’d even thrown an egg in now and again. 

“It’s a miracle you didn’t have a heart attack before this,” Jiang Cheng snorted. “Don’t worry, I made sure the stir fry was safe.” He added when Lan Wangji’s gaze dropped to it. “I got yours,” He added, moving back over and handing over the styrofoam box. Lan Wangji nodded in thanks as he took it. 

Wei Wuxian let out a delighted grin as Lan Wangji moved to sit back on the bed. And more importantly within stealing range. He quickly gave him room to settle in, before nuzzling back into his side. He wrinkled his nose at the lack of peppers and meat in Lan Wangji’s stir fry. 

“Jiang Cheng, they left out all of his peppers,” Wei Wuxian whined. 

“Because he didn’t want any,” Jiang Cheng replied, rolling his eyes. 

“Now I’ll just have to steal all yours,” Wei Wuxian pouted, quickly reaching over and stabbing one out of Jiang Cheng’s box. It caused his brother to scurry away, guarding his food as he did. Wei Wuxian chomped into the pepper in victory. 

“Mine is not the hearty health version,” Jiang Cheng protested. 

“A bite isn’t going to hurt me,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “It’s not like their chili peppers either! Just sweet ones!” He grabbed for the list of foods he’d gotten earlier. “See, they’re on the acceptable list.” 

“Which is why they are in your stir fry, and mine has chili peppers and chili oil.” Jiang Cheng fired back. Wei Wuxian stuck his tongue out, gaining one in return from Jiang Cheng. 

“You mentioned drawing equipment,” Lan Wangji spoke. Wei Wuxian perked up. 

“Jiang Cheng asked me to design a new Lotus Pier Industries logo,” He beamed. “I’m not exactly trained for it, but we did have to take a graphic design class as part of the Art Design track of my degree. I made my own youtube channel logo, and it’s gotten good reviews. I just have to keep in mind that it’s simple enough to read for stamping on parts, while also keeping it elegant enough to make Madam Yu proud.” He smiled as his brother. 

           “Your health comes first,” Jiang Cheng shot back. “I don’t want to hear you passed out from working on it too long. Lotus Pier has a long way to go before we can even put the rebranding into play.” 

          “I’ll be careful,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. He watched Jiang Cheng’s gaze slide to Lan Wangji. He caught a curt nod from Jiang Cheng, but too late to catch the response on Lan Wangji’s face. “Why do I have a feeling you two are conspiring against me?

“We’re conspiring for your health,” Jiang Cheng snorted. “Since obviously you aren’t.”

“I feel so loved,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “You didn’t sell off the photo scanners did you?” He asked Jiang Cheng around a mouth full of food. 

“I thought about it, but then I realized selling a twenty dollar scanner probably wasn’t going to help.” He rolled his eyes with his reply.

“I’ll draw up some designs on paper then,” Wei Wuxian thought out loud. “Then you or your marketing department can scan them in and clean them up.” He chewed on the end of his chopsticks. Ideas were already forming in his head. “It’s going to be great!” 

They settled into conversation, Wei Wuxian flipping the TV channel whenever it lagged. Using whatever new program he landed on to start a new wave of conversation. He was listening to Jiang Cheng’s mild rant on how an action hero couldn’t actually pull that stunt off when his head began to nod off. The third or fourth time his head bobbed, brushing against Lan Wangji’s chest, he felt a kiss pressed to the crown of his head. 

He blearily looked up at Lan Wangji as the arm around him moved, the alpha in question moving to get out of the bed. Wei Wuxian felt himself give off a displeased whine at the loss of Lan Wangji’s heat. The man tried to replace it by pulling Wei Wuxian’s blankets up over him, and Wei Wuxian was tired enough to let it go. 

“I’ll come pick you up tomorrow,” Lan Wangji murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead. 

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian fought the yawn. He hugged the stuffed rabbit to his chest, burying his nose into its head. He was awake enough to see the corners of Lan Wangji’s mouth tick up, but his blinks started to slow as he watched him shrug on his suit coat. Jiang Cheng wasn’t far behind. 

“Do you need a ride,” Lan Wangji quietly questioned. 

“I got his bus pass,” Jiang Cheng waved him off. Lan Wangji nodded, giving Wei Wuxian one last look before slipping out of the room. Wei Wuxian fought another yawn. “Anything I can get for you?” 

“Nah,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “I do have nurses on speed dial,” He nodded to his call nurse button. “I’ll see you tomorrow? You’re staying in Lan Zhan’s guest house, right?” 

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng nodded. “Sure you don’t want me to come pick you up?” 

“I’m sure,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Besides, your hands are going to be full with Lotus Pier’s revival. Don’t worry about me.” 

“Says the man who literally had a stroke and a heart attack.” 

“Okay, so then worry about me a little bit.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “If you don’t trust me, Lan Zhan is going to take good care of me.” 

“You’re already starting to smell like him,” Jiang Cheng scoffed. 

“That’s the rabbit,” Wei Wuxian replied. “See?” He shoved it into his brother’s nose, causing him to recoil.  “He got it for me in the gift shop. It's designed for baby’s to get used to their parents' scent. I think he feels guilty that I have to spend our wedding night alone.” He hummed as he pulled the rabbit back, his hands moving to fidget with the floppy ears.  

“Well he shouldn’t be trying anything till you get better,” Jiang Cheng huffed. 

“He’s not like that,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes.

“Who knows how he’s changed since highschool?” Jiang Cheng shot back. “He could be a serial killer.” 

“Totally,” Wei Wuxian snorted in mock seriousness. “He totally bailed out Lotus Pier and paid for our medical bills just so he could kill us both.” 

“Fine,” Jiang Cheng scoffed. “If he does anything bad to you,” He trailed off. “We’ll find a way out.” 

“I don’t think we have anything to worry about,” Wei Wuxian yawned again. The sight of it pushing Jiang Cheng into motion towards the door. 

“Night A-Xian.” 

“Night A-Cheng.” 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

Red. 

After scrolling on google the night before, that was the only decision Lan Wangji had made. Black had been up for consideration, but he figured the chances of finding black flowers at a floral shop would be low. 

Only to have the first store he walked into surprise him. Its YELP and homepage had lauded the store for their passion for the unique and exotic, but Lan Wangji had assumed it just applied to the types of flowers they carried. Instead he was met with a rainbow of colors, from the natural to unnatural, the moment he stepped foot into the store. 

He’d gravitated to the red section, a helpful worker helping him pull together what he wanted. By the time they’d finished, he had a bouquet that spanned the entire red spectrum. He’d kept it mostly darker reds, a few dark enough to be black, with a few blooms of a lighter red. He’d also kept the variety wide, from the expected peonies and roses to Lycoris and orchids. The shop had a specialized line of greens, specifically being that greens were black. He used them to rounding it out for the color scheme Wei Wuxian used to be fond of. 

Lan Wangji felt confident Wei Wuxian would like it. He’d considered getting him some house plants, remembering he often referred to himself as a plant bisexual in his videos, but felt less confident with obtaining ones he’d like. At least he maintained his mother’s gardens, he hoped it would work in the house plants stead. Once Wei Wuxian was feeling up to it they could go plant shopping. 

He adjusted his hold on the bouquet as he got into the car, a text notification sounding as he started it up. 

Are you coming soon?

Lan Wangji read it, his hand reaching out to tap the call now button. He’d planned on picking up a few more welcoming gifts, but he’d gotten the essentials. If Wei Wuxian needed him now. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian’s voice filled his car speakers. Allowing Lan Wangji to clearly hear the huffiness in his tone. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji greeted. “What’s wrong?” 

He heard a frustrated sigh before Wei Wuxian launched into it. 

“Doctor Asshole wants to run more tests, but he won’t explain them to me! He won’t even give the reason why he wants them. He says it’s because I won’t understand, but that isn’t an excuse! I have a right to know what the tests are for! It only made me more concerned about why he wanted them. I might have also googled his name and found he’s published papers on male omegas, which isn’t making me feel better. So I kept demanding for him to explain them to me, but he refused. He even threatened to call an orderly! I got angry and threw a bed pan at him so he’d leave.” 

As Wei Wuxian shakily exhaled, Lan Wangji saw red. He’d been compliant the last few days, too focused on spending time with Wei Wuxian to get his doctor reassigned. Now Wei Wuxian was paying for it. His jaw tightened, he’d make this right. 

“I will be there soon,” Lan Wangji tried not to growl. 

“Great,” Wei Wuxian sighed in relief. There was a pause. “I’ll let you know if I have to barricade myself in.” Although Wei Wuxian had probably meant it as a joke, Lan Wangji could hear the hint of fear and worry in his tone. 

It was more than enough for him to flatten the gas pedal to the floor. 

“I’m not far away,” Lan Wangji reassured him. He heard someone honk his horn at him as he peeled past them. “Do what makes you feel safe.” 

“You aren’t talking and driving are you?” Wei Wuxian gasped. “Lan Zhan, that's dangerous.” He chided. “Drive safe,” He pressed. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied, reaching out to end the call. “Call Cold Springs Hospital - Director.” Lan Wangji’s grip tightened on the steering wheel as the dial tone sounded. 

“Mister Lan!” A voice greeted. 

“You have one minute to explain why I just received a call from my husband telling me he’s considering barricading himself into his room.” Lan Wangji growled. 

“Barricading? Mister Lan I’m afraid I have no clue why-” 

“Exactly,” Lan Wangji stopped his sputtering. “You have ten minutes to rectify the matter.” His hand flashed out, ending the call. 

His rage had simmered by the time he was making his way into the hospital, but there was still enough to stop the assistant who must have been sent to stall him in her tracks. He saw the nurses scurrying out of his way as he made his way to Wei Wuxian’s room, tucking the hand holding the flowers behind his back. 

He slowed as he saw a woman in Wei Wuxian’s room. From her lab coat, Lan Wangji figured she was a doctor. She had a neat appearance. Her black hair was pulled up into a low bun, a flash of something red keeping it together as she moved. She had a pair of dark framed glasses on, a pair of ink colored eyes behind them. 

“I don’t want this to happen to anyone else,” Wei Wuxian sighed as Lan Wangji entered. A tone that sounded more like relucent admittance than a battle cry. 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes moved to him the moment he stepped over the threshold to the room, a smile growing on his face as his eyes ran the length of Lan Wangji. Feeling suddenly self conscious, Lan Wangji’s hand went to his hair pushing the loosely styled strands out of his face. He’d worn a simple white sweater and jeans, after spending a good ten minutes debating whether or not he should dress up. 

Seeing Wei Wuxian, he was glad he hadn’t. He wanted them to look like a couple, and the sweater and jeans fit well with the black t-shirt and skinny jeans Wei Wuxian was in. A red pair of extremely beaten up red converse peeked out from his feet. Even though they were dingy, they matched the red of the bandana around his neck. Over it all was Lan Wangji’s creme sweater.   

“Are you okay?” He questioned as he made his way to Wei Wuxian’s bedside. He didn’t see any signs of physical harm. He reached out, relaxing slightly as Wei Wuxian took his hand lifting it up to his lips to press a kiss to it. 

“I am now,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “Dr. Wen explained everything.” He nodded to her. “Although I have a feeling she’s only here because someone made a phone call and said some heated words.” 

Lan Wangji ducked his head, feeling his ears heat. His mind chose that moment to remind him of the flowers, bringing them out from behind his back. He watched Wei Wuxian’s eyes go wide as he took in the bouquet, a large smile filling his face. 

“Lan Zhan!” He breathed as he took them. He brought them up to his nose, taking a deep breath. “They’re beautiful.” 

“I didn’t know what you liked,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“I love them,” Wei Wuxian beamed up at him. “No one’s gotten me flowers before.” He added, softer as he looked down at them. 

“I’ll take my leave,” Dr. Wen said, drawing their attention away from each other. “I’ll just have the nurses finish up the discharge paperwork.”

“Lan Zhan, Dr. Wen,” Wei Wuxian made a quick introduction. “The second opinion.” 

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji nodded. He eyed her, content that she’d at least seemed to put Wei Wuxian at ease. 

“No problem,” Dr. Wen replied. “Your case has been passed on to me, if you want to look elsewhere for a doctor let me know and I can send your files to them. If not, I’ll be seeing you for your checkups.” 

“Just like that?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “No lectures on why my body is different? Or about how I should dedicate my body to science?” 

“Do you want one?” Dr. Wen questioned with an arched eyebrow. “I’m sure I can come up with something.” 

“No, I’m good,” Wei Wuxian waved it off with a chuckle.

“I figured,” Dr. Wen smiled, a nod to both of them before she slid out of the room. 

“Shocker,” Wei Wuxian hummed to himself. “Good morning,” He turned back to Lan Wangji with another smile. 

“Good morning,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Do I get a good morning kiss?” Wei Wuxian teased.

Lan Wangji leaned forward, pressing one gently against Wei Wuxian’s expectant tilted head. The cellophane on the flowers crinkled between them, but wasn’t loud enough to cover the soft sigh from Wei Wuxian as they parted. 

“I’m all packed,” Wei Wuxian spoke after a moment, hoisting up a plastic bag on the bed next to him.  “I already had my physical therapy for the day, they said they’re going to go three times a week. I’ve got a booklet of exercises to do on my own.” He patted the plastic hospital back. “I asked, and they did say I could walk myself out. I just need to take a break if I get tired. So can we go?” 

“And that?” Lan Wangji gestured to the red and black cane leaning against the side of the bed. Wei Wuxian’s eyes darted over to it. 

“It’s a cane,” Wei Wuxian chewed on his lip. He sighed after a moment. “For when I get tired.” 

“Not all the time?” 

“No! I wouldn’t lie about that part!” Wei Wuxian huffed in his own defense. “Okay, maybe they said that I should keep my walks unassisted to ten minutes. Which I figured was the time it would take to walk out of the hospital.” 

“Wei Ying,” 

“I shouldn’t push, I know.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I’ll use the cane.” He hopped off the bed, the action only slightly jerky. “Can we go? I’m ready to be out of here.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, reaching out to take the plastic bag from Wei Wuxian. He slung it over his shoulder, leaving his hands free. 

“Ugh,” Wei Wuxian sighed as if he’d just realized something. “I want to hold your hand, but I can’t do that and carry my flowers and use the cane.” 

“I can carry your flowers.” 

“But they’re mine,” Wei Wuxian replied with the cutest pout. 

“I could get a wheelchair,” Lan Wangji countered. 

“Fine, you can carry my flowers.” 

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji hummed as he picked them up. Wei Wuxian nuzzled under his arm, his bad hand coming up to take Lan Wangji’s so that they rested on his shoulder. His grip on the cane seemed nervous. But Lan Wangji could tell he’d been instructed how to use it. 

The nurses gave them the clear to go, and Lan Wangji let Wei Wuxian to convince him to wave off the wheelchair saying he already had the cane. He made a mental note that Wei Wuxian had a particularly convincing set of puppy dog eyes. Still, as they made their way out of the hospital Lan Wangji felt him leaning into him. His nose turning and brushing against Lan Wangji’s wrist. 

He pressed a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s temple as they waited for the valet to bring the car around. He wondered if Wei Wuxian needed another scenting session. He’d read up a bit on pack deprivation, but it seemed like most of the research was on those who were revolted by scents and touch. Nothing about those dependent on it, nor the frequency at which they needed their contact. 

The car arriving ended his debate. Lan Wangji helped Wei Wuxian in, getting a pair of rolled eyes, before taking off for the motel. He was surprised to find Wei Wuxian had gone silent, only to look over and find the omega had fallen asleep. He tried to gently park, but still ended up waking him. 

“I can have Jiang Wanyin collect your things,” Lan Wangji offered softly. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head, a hand coming up to rub his eyes as he woke up. “I want to do it. A-Li said it was always good to mark the end of a chapter.” He unfastened his seatbelt. “Besides, I should make sure we’re all settled up at the front desk.” 

Lan Wangji let out a hum as he followed Wei Wuxian in. He noticed the slightly sheepish look on Wei Wuxian’s face as he led them down the dimly lit grungy halls. As he watched Wei Wuxian do a complicated dance to get the door to unlock, the only positive thing he could think of was at least they didn’t have to worry about someone breaking in. 

“Sorry it may be a bit messy,” Wei Wuxian offered as he finally unlocked it. 

Once they got into the room, Lan Wangji realized there would be no point to break in. Nothing looked like it was worth stealing. In fact, the room already looked empty. He couldn’t see much that marked two people who had been living here, other than the soft scent of rain. 

He tried not to grind his teeth at that. 

Wei Wuxian seemed to move as quickly as he could. He’d set his cane against the bed, so he could move about freely. He scooped an armful of clothing out of a dresser drawer, dropping it on the bed as he began to sort through them. He started tossing the work uniforms into a pile, only to give Lan Wangji a worried glance out of the corner of his eye as he grabbed a few of them to put back in his keep pile. No doubt because the keep pile had dwindled to two pairs of jeans and a black tee shirt. 

Noting his embarrassment, Lan Wangji tried not to watch. He instead turned his attention to the room. The decor was straight out of the 1970s, the fading pattern on the quilt and wallpaper leading Lan Wangji to believe they had actually been here since then. The smell of rain at least seemed to counter some of the stale cigarette smell. Lan Wangji moved closer to the nightstand, seeing a small plaque that read ‘magic fingers’.

“Oh, don’t try it.” Wei Wuxian called to him. “They broke like two, three, weeks ago. It’ll just eat your quarters now.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, turning to see Wei Wuxian had disappeared into the bathroom. He’d bundled his clothing into the plastic bag from the hospital. When he returned from the bathroom, he shoved a hairbrush and a toothbrush into it as well. 

“There’s my work bag,” Wei Wuxian muttered as he saw it. He pulled it open, pulling out a few more items to add to his discard pile. He made one last sweep of the dressers, finding a spare sock. 

Lan Wangji resisted the urge to tell him to just leave everything. That he would buy him new everything. As much as he wanted to, he knew Wei Wuxian needed them. Lan Wangji was uprooting his life, bringing him to a home that didn’t smell like him or his pack. He needed familiarity. If they were bonded it would be different, if Lan Wangji had been able to do this right. 

Lan Wangji stopped himself. None of that mattered. What mattered is that he and Wei Wuxian were married. When Wei Wuxian had recovered, they’d bond.

The taste of salt against his tongue, his lips brushed against the soft skin of his neck. A moan low in his ear as his teeth sunk in, the skin barely offering any resistance. The metallic- 

“I think that’s everything,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as he looked around the room. His hand fell to the bags in front of him, a melancholy look coming on his face. Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed. “What?” 

“All you own is clothing?” Lan Wangji questioned. He thought omegas were supposed to be partial to hoarding blankets, pillows, items to build their nests. Yet he’d seen nothing in the entire motel room that could qualify.

“I mean, we couldn’t really afford anything else.” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “Jiang Cheng used the computers down at the library for anything he couldn’t do on his phone. We had paper pads. I’d doodle and he’d plot out Lotus Pier stuff but then they said they were going to start charging us for them. At least the shampoo and soap remained free.” He laughed. It was a nervous one that got to high at the end.  

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji felt his brow furrow. “What about your nest?” 

“Lan Zhan, omegas don’t go around making nests everywhere!” Wei Wuxian huffed. Lan Wangji watched his gaze drop to the plastic bag from the hospital, a different look of melancholy crossing his face. Lan Wangji stepped forward, a hand coming up to rest on Wei Wuxian’s lower back. 

“I never felt safe enough here,” Wei Wuxian finally admitted softly. “Even if I did, it’s not like I have a scent right now. All my nesting stuff was at the Jiang Estate and it’s well,” He paused. “Burnt to a crisp. It’s not exactly like I could make more.” 

“Soon,” Lan Wangji murmured as he pulled Wei Wuxian into a hug. 

“Soon,” Wei Wuxian sighed against his chest. They lingered together for a moment, before Wei Wuxian took a deep breath. “Come on, let’s go check out.” He grabbed his bags as he headed for the door. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji stopped him. The metal of the cane cold as he offered it to Wei Wuxian. 

“Would you believe me if I said I honestly forgot?” Wei Wuxian chuckled nervously as he took the cane. Lan Wangji let out a hum as he snagged the bags from Wei Wuxian. It earned him a pair of rolled eyes as they made their way out. 

. Wei Wuxian led the way to the front desk, a snarky familiarity with the man working it. Settling the tab was easy, since Jiang Wanyin had already done most of it. Lan Wangji was pleased to see Wei Wuxian didn’t look back as they headed to the car. 

“How do you feel,” Lan Wangji questioned as the car purred to life. Wei Wuxian took a deep breath, looking as if he was running an inventory. 

“Pretty good!” Wei Wuxian seemed to decide with a smile. 

“Do you want to pick up some essentials?” Lan Wangji questioned. He’d picked up some welcoming gifts, but he was uncertain which scents or types of hygienic objects Wei Wuxian preferred. He faltered when he saw Wei Wuxian stifle a yawn as he nodded. “We will go home first. 

“No, I’ll be fine,” Wei Wuxian waved off. 

“You don’t have to push yourself,” Lan Wangji replied. “You can rest and then we can go.” 

“But we’re already in town,” Wei Wuxian whined. 

“I live in town,” Lan Wangji rebutted. 

“One stop,” Wei Wuxian rebutted. “I could use some underwear, and unless you want me using your shampoo and conditioner I need that. Granted, I could wear your underwear too.” He winked. 

“I believe there is a mall on the way,” Lan Wangji felt his ears flush bright well. He tried not to consider why he liked the idea of Wei Wuxian wearing his underwear. Then again, the thought of Wei Wuxian wearing anything of his practically sent his system purring. He shifted into drive. 

“I mean a superstore would work just as well,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “I don’t need anything fancy.” 

“I do not think there is one along the way,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. He knew fully that there was one, but he’d get to spoil Wei Wuxian more this way.

“I guess a mall will do then,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. He shifted, looking into the back seat where they’d tucked the flowers. “Are the flowers going to be okay?” 

“We’ll crack a window,” Lan Wangji replied, the corner of his mouth twitching up. 

“Oh, cool. I didn’t know you had to do that,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “Lan Zhan!” He gasped as he saw the small smile on Lan Wangji’s face. 

“It will not hinder the flowers,” Lan Wangji replied. Even if it did, he was more than happy to get him more. “With or without the window cracked.” 

“Meanie,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “Just because I’ve never gotten flowers before.” 

“Never?” Lan Wangji questioned. His mind was torn between pride and sorrow. Wei Wuxian deserved to be showered in flowers, he’d just have to rectify the past’s mistake.

Wei Wuxian spread out on a bed of flower petals. The red petals tearing as Lan Wangji’s hands dug into his tanned skin-

Lan Wangji cut off the fantasy before it could get any farther. 

“Never,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Yanli used to all the time,” He sighed. “She always had someone trying to win her affections,” He chuckled at the memory. “One time, she had three different flower arrangements delivered from three different people! Of course she was always nice about turning them down. Because she had her heart set on that damn peacock.” He huffed as he looked out the window. 

“Peacock?” Lan Wangji questioned.

“Oh, yeah I guess you wouldn’t know.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Jin Zixuan, he and Yanli had a marriage contract since the day Jin Zixuan was born. Since Madam Yu and Mrs. Jin were close friends.” 

“Jiang Wanyin implied,” Lan Wangji spoke softly. 

“Yeah, they dropped her the moment they found out she was in a coma,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “They dropped us,” He restated. “A-Cheng went to the Jins when he first found out Lotus Pier Industries was in trouble. Jin Guangshan asked to move up the wedding in return for the funds, Jiang Cheng explained the situation and they kicked him out on his ass. Isn’t it amazing how differently people treat you when you don’t have money?” 

“I am sorry,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“It’s fine,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I mean, it’s not because they left us out to dry after our families have been friends for decades. I can understand not helping out with Lotus Pier Industries, Jiang Cheng didn’t even have a plan back then. But they couldn’t loan us the money to cover Yanli’s medical bills? Then, Madam Jin has the gall to send Yanli a get well soon card! Can you believe it!? I don’t care if Yanli loves him, Jiang Cheng and I aren’t letting her within a foot of Jin Zixuan once she wakes up.” 

“I have never enjoyed dealing with the Jin,” Lan Wangji offered. 

“Sorry, bit of a rant you didn’t ask for.” Wei Wuxian sighed. He shifted leaning closer to Lan Wangji. “The important thing is she’s getting the care she needs now, thanks to you.” 

“Happy to help,” Lan Wangji murmured. He slid his hand over, taking Wei Wuxian’s and squeezing it. Wei Wuxian let out a long sigh as he squeezed back. 

“Sorry, it just makes me angry.” Wei Wuxian admitted. 

“As it should,” Lan Wangji affirmed. The mere thought of turning your back on someone when they were having hard times made him angry, let alone the thought of it happening to himself. It was in the past, Lan Wangji was here now for them. 

Wei Wuxian chatted aimlessly as they drove, a snort coming out of his nose when Lan Wangji pulled into the mall parking lot. Lan Wangji glanced at him, getting a doubtful look in return. 

“Are you really sure I can get underwear here?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded.

“Did they cost fifty dollars a pair?” Wei Wuxian snorted as they got out. His eyes drifted to the Gucci and Armani signs posted. 

“I don’t recall,” Lan Wangji fibbed, fully knowing the cost of the underwear he’d acquired. It was one of the reasons he started getting them online, as he didn’t think the ones he got here were that special. It would fit his purposes of training Wei Wuxian out of thinking of costs, however. 

They started to walk in, all it took was a slight brush of his hand and Wei Wuxian’s fingers were interlocking with his own. His cane a steady beat against the pavement of the parking lot. 

“We could stage a Pretty Woman moment,” Wei Wuxian laughed. Lan Wangji side eyed him. “You know where she goes on a shopping spree. She goes into this high end boutique, but the sales person doesn’t think she has the money to shop there and refuses her. After her whirlwind shopping spree, she goes back to the store to prove the sales person wrong.” 

“If you wish,” Lan Wangji replied with a furrowed brow. He supposed if he was focusing on that he wouldn’t look at price tags. 

“Nah,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “I was just thinking how mismatched we look.”

The statement frustrated Lan Wangji more than he liked, partially because he knew it was true. Wei Wuxian’s ‘skinny’ jeans were probably twenty pounds from fitting him properly. On top of it, they and the black shirt were faded from too many washes. The red converse were well past stylishly distressed. He’d be clocked the moment they stepped into the mall. If Lan Wangji wasn’t here, Wei Wuxian probably wouldn’t have to stage a pretty woman moment. It would happen naturally. 

“We’ll get you a new wardrobe,” Lan Wangji replied. He’d leave no doubt that they were a couple, no doubt that Wei Wuxian was his. 

“I’m going to have to spend a fortune if I want to keep up with you,” Wei Wuxian bumped into them as he walked. 

“You underestimate yourself and your looks,” Lan Wangji hummed, lifting his hands so he could drape his arm over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. Their hands bounced lightly against Wei Wuxian’s chest as they walked, accomplishing the subtle claim he wanted. 

“Seeing how I’m skin and bones, I would say that someone is delusional.” Wei Wuxian teased as he leaned into him. “I’d hardly call myself pretty right now.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji gave a negative hum. “You’re the prettiest because you're my husband.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian let out a soft whine as he flushed. “You’ll give me another heart attack if you keep talking like that.” 

“I will not,” Lan Wangji hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. 

“I don’t see any stores that sell underwear,” Wei Wuxian muttered, his gaze flickering away as his face stayed bright red. 

“Here,” Lan Wangji stopped in front of the Dior store. “Or there.” He pointed down the way to the Gucci store. 

“No way!” Wei Wuxian hissed, as Lan Wangji expected. “I’m not going to spend like a thousand dollars on underwear! Do you even buy your underwear at these places?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. “Marco Marco.” 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian hummed. Lan Wangji’s ears flushed red as Wei Wuxian’s gaze dropped. “Are they comfy?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“That’s always good,” Wei Wuxian hummed. His eyes widened as he realized he was still staring at Lan Wangji’s crotch. “I’ll have to try them.” He flushed as he looked away.

“We can put an order in,” Lan Wangji hummed. “For now,” He tugged him towards the Gucci store. 

“No way!” Wei Wuxian huffed. Lan Wangji let him tug him down the hall. “A-hah!” He exhaled triumphantly as they rounded the corner to see the Calvin Klein store. Lan Wangji hid his smile as Wei Wuxian led the way in. 

Only to have Wei Wuxian stutter to a stop in front of the wall of underwear. Lan Wangji watched him blush, his body shifting away from him. Just as Lan Wangji moved to comment, Wei Wuxian’s hand darted out to grab a pack. 

“This will work,” His voice pitched up as he hurried through the sentence. Lan Wangji’s gaze dropped to the pack, seeing it was extra large. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s hand reached out to loop around his wrist, stopping his mad dash to the cash register. “You just grabbed an extra large.” 

“Whoops,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he looked down at the package. His nose wrinkled as examined the package, Lan Wangji took it as a sign he didn’t like boxers. “My mistake.” He shuffled to put them back on the hook. 

Wei Wuxian shifted in front of the wall, his eyes glancing over the options. Lan Wangji watched them go up to the jock strap style, only to drop away as he flushed again. Lan Wangji worried he was thinking about prices again. 

“Get what you want,” Lan Wangji murmured softly. 

“Can you just,” Wei Wuxian broke off embarrassedly. “Turn your back?” 

“Am I making you uncomfortable?” Lan Wangji’s eyes widened. Shameless Wei Wuxian was embarrassed over buying underwear in front of someone else? 

“No,” Wei Wuxian hurried to protest. “Yes. Kind of.” He exhaled. “It’s just, whenever I bought underwear before I didn’t think about the fact someone might see it.” His eyes squeezed shut. “Or want to see it.” 

Lan Wangji felt his eyes widen. He thought back to their dinner, Wei Wuxian had said he hadn’t revealed his status to anyone. Lan Wangji didn’t realize that meant he had no experience with the things he joked about so often. Not to mention now his first relationship was a marriage. 

“Wei Ying will look good regardless of what he wears,” Lan Wangji hummed as he stepped forward, a hand coming up to cup his face. Wei Wuxian’s eyes fluttered open, his cheeks flushing darker.

“Maybe,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. His gaze shifted away. “You go get me some pajamas or something?” He shifted awkwardly. 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips. Part of him wanted to tease, just as Wei Wuxian had in high school. But his priority for the day was to make Wei Wuxian comfortable. Wei Wuxian exhaled as he pulled away, offering him a shy smile. 

“Besides, I got to surprise you with something tonight right?” He teased.

The wet slide of their lips sliding together. The taste of his skin on his tongue as it dipped into the valleys created by his ribs. The low whines and whimpers filled the room as Lan Wangji’s fingers curled in, slick gushing around them.

Lan Wangji shut the images out of his mind, feeling his ears blush bright red. How could the man in front of him go from embarrassed to shameless in five seconds? 

“Size?” 

“Probably small? But long if they have them.” Wei Wuxian thought out loud. “I lost a lot of weight, I was on the smaller side of medium in college. Even then Yanli said I was too skinny,” He chuckled. 

“I will get some pajamas, would you like anything else?” 

“Um, maybe some joggers?” Wei Wuxian glanced around. “Some basic shirts? Not the ones with Calvin Klien stamped across them.” He clarified as he saw that was most of what was in stock.

Lan Wangji hummed in acknowledgement, turning his gaze to the rest of the store. He moved to the joggers first, grabbing a few pairs in black and one in grey. Before he could move on to the pajamas, jackets caught his attention. He noticed a distinct lack of them in Wei Wuxian’s clothing bundle. On top of it, he’d gotten rid of the two sweatshirts in his collection. With that concern in mind, he sorted through the jackets figuring black would be a safe bet. He tucked a denim and bomber jacket under his arm, moving on to the lounge ware section. Only to have his brow furrow. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian’s voice interrupted his displeasure. “I said a pair of joggers, not the whole store!” He protested. 

“You lack a jacket. I acquired options.” Lan Wangji hummed in reply, his focus remaining on the loungewear in front of him. “The joggers are sufficient, but I am not pleased with the pajama selection.”

“I like these,” Wei Wuxian hummed, pulling out a pair of blue pajama pants. “Soft.” He hummed bringing it up to rub his face on it. “The shorts are nice too.” He hummed seeing the pair next to the pants. 

“There are no matching tops,” Lan Wangji replied. The reason for his displeasure.  

“So? I’ll just sleep in a tee shirt.” Wei Wuxian shrugged as he grabbed the pajamas in his size. “Half the time I just sleep in my underwear anyway. Jiang Cheng drew the line at sleeping nude, but since we are married,” He teased. 

The long line of Wei Wuxian’s body against his. His warm skin flush against his own, soft and plush under his finger tips. The feeling of his breath across his chest. Lan Wangji felt his ears flush red. Wei Wuxian, of course, noticed. The grin on his face growing.  

“We can acquire better pajamas later,” Lan Wangji murmured. “Try these,” He continued shifting the bundle of clothing on his arms to offer Wei Wuxian the hangers for the jackets. 

Wei Wuxian hummed but didn’t protest. He moved over to one of the mirrors, propping the cane up against it. Lan Wangji’s sweater was shrugged off next, replaced with the first jacket option. Lan Wangji’s eyes traveled as Wei Wuxian started to test the range of movement. This time his attention was caught by the sweatshirts and sweaters. Surely Wei Wuxian would want something more comfortable if he got cold at home. 

“Feels good,” He announced as he shrugged out of the denim one. His gaze dropped to the bundle of clothing in Lan Wangji’s arms, doubled by the amount of sweatshirts and sweaters he’d picked up. “Lan Zhan!” 

“You might get cold,” Lan Wangji replied neutrally. 

“I thought that was what the jackets were for?” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“Sweaters and sweatshirts for home,” Lan Wangji replied, adjusting the mound of clothing in his arms. 

“What if I just want to steal yours?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he shrugged Lan Wangji’s cream sweater back on. His hands absentmindedly bringing it to his nose to sniff. 

“What if I want to steal yours?” Lan Wangji volleyed back. 

“Lan Zhan, you’d stretch them all out!” Wei Wuxian laughed. 

“We aren’t that different in size.” 

“Height wise maybe,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as he reached out, pushing a finger into Lan Wangji’s arm. “But you’re all muscle! Meanwhile, I’m fitting into a small!” 

“It was a little short,” Lan Wangji hummed.

“Right? Why do they make big and tall and short and big, but not tall and skinny?” Wei Wuxian huffed. 

“Should we look at their jeans?” Lan Wangji used his distraction to his advantage. 

“I was just thinking about getting some basics today,” Wei Wuxian eyed the amount of clothing. “Don’t want to wear myself out.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. This was a good start, but was far from the basics. “Would you like to check out?” 

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian jumped, hurrying his way to the register. Lan Wangji grabbed the cane from where it was propped up against the mirror. Wei Wuxian shot him a guilty look as he realized, taking it as they moved over to the check out. 

Any excitement seemed to fade as the items were rang up. When Wei Wuxian shifted awkwardly, Lan Wangji reached out to wrap an arm around his waist. A soft kiss pressed to his temple. 

“Hungry?” Lan Wangji murmured as he felt the boney jut of Wei Wuxian’s hip. 

“A little,” Wei Wuxian turned his attention to him.  “We could get something at the food court?” He offered. 

“Up for it?” Lan Wangji questioned as he handed over his card as the cashier asked. 

“Yeah, just trying on clothes is a lot.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “You have to figure out what size you are and then whether or not you like it, and it’s all that pulling on and pulling off.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, reaching out to collect all the bags. He turned to find a pout on Wei Wuxian’s face. “You can hold this.” He decided to be bold, holding out his own hand. 

“Did you google that one?” Wei Wuxian teased, but he reached out to take Lan Wangji’s hand anyway. “Thank you,” He offered as they left the store. 

“My pleasure,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. “What would you like to eat?” 

“No fast food,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Which I suppose takes out most of the food court.” 

“There is a Panera,” Lan Wangji offered in reply. 

“Better than McDonalds,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Oh, that looks like they have bath stuff!”

Lan Wangji had picked up on the scent first, herbal in nature. He glanced up at the store name, Lush . Lan Wangji had heard it mentioned before, from the brightly colored balls up front it seemed interesting. 

“Why don’t we just hit this before we eat?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

Lan Wangji nodded, letting Wei Wuxian lead them into the store. They were almost instantly beset by a worker, which Wei Wuxian took in stride. The next thing Lan Wangji knew they were whirling through the store, the worker arming Wei Wuxian with shampoo, conditioner, skin care, even chewable toothpaste. Lan Wangjii wondered how long it would take Wei Wuxian to grow out of giving him puppy dog eyes for anything he wanted, in an attempt to combat it he threw a few more ‘bath bombs’ into Wei Wuxian’s basket. 

“What’s that?” Wei Wuxian nodded to a round table with various natural objects on it as a display.

“Oh, that’s the perfume and cologne table,” The worker explained. 

Lan Wangji heard Wei Wuxian hum as he made his way over. He watched him pick up one of the scents in sniff, only to have his eyes widen as he sniffed again. He tilted the bottle, spraying it on to his wrist and sniffing again. 

“Can I?” He asked a bit more timidly than the bath bombs. Lan Wangji hummed looking at the worker. 

“Largest bottle you have.” 

He saw the workers eyes widened. 

“Our perfume lines can be expensive.” 

“Not a problem,” Lan Wangji rebutted. 

“Okay,” The worker nodded, moving to grab the larger bottle. Wei Wuxian brought the wrist up to his nose as they checked out, the scent apparently distracting him from feeling awkward about the prices. Lan Wangji felt his curiosity build, only to have his heart drop as the thought came to mind. 

Was it a scent Wei Wuxian preferred to have on him over Lan Wangji’s own? 

The thought plagued them all the way through their order at Panera. He slid into the booth next to Wei Wuxian, wondering if it would be enough to pick up on the scent. He stretched his arm out on the booth back behind Wei Wuxian in an attempt to get closer. The movement drew his husband’s attention. 

“Um,” Wei Wuxian shifted awkwardly as he looked over. With a light blush on his cheeks he helped his wrist out. “Smell.” 

Lan Wangji hand curled around Wei Wuxian’s wrist as he brought the scent up to his nose. And he felt his heart drop out of his body. It was a mixture of pepper, vanilla and patchouli; nothing like his own sandalwood scent. Lan Wangji swallowed. 

“It’s nice.” He managed through the overwhelming urge to scent every inch of Wei Wuxian’s body to make the scent disappear.

“It’s not a hundred precent,” Wei Wuxian muttered nervously as he flushed. “Mine doesn’t have patchouli in it. There’s another element in mine, but no ones really been able to name it. The vanilla and pepper is right though, scarily right.” He shifted again awkwardly. “I thought we could use it to kind of adjust you to my scent. I don’t have a lot of experience controlling it, I kind of jumped from presenting to being on scent repressing suppressants.” 

Lan Wangji’s heart exploded in his chest, a wave of relief going with it. It wasn’t an alphas scent he preferred to Lan Wangji’s. It was his own scent. Pepper and vanilla, they sounded so perfectly Wei Wuxian. He lowered his head, taking another deep breath of the scent. 

“This way it won’t just hit you all at once-” Wei Wuxian broke off at Lan Wangji taking another deep breath. 

“Beautiful,” Lan Wangji’s golden eyes locked onto Wei Wuxian’s. Wei Wuxian flushed red again. 

“A few seconds ago it was just nice.” He muttered as he tugged his hand out of Lan Wangji’s wrist. 

“A few seconds ago it was just perfume.” 

“Is it going to be okay though?” He questioned. “It’s not going to drive you crazy?” 

“It’s perfect,” Lan Wangji murmured, leaning in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s cheek. “I thought you didn’t like my scent.” He explained softly when he saw that it didn’t aswade Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide. 

“Lan Zhan that’s crazy!” He protested. “Your scent is fantastic. I even liked it back in high school, although back then I thought it was your deodorant.” He chuckled to himself. “I was pissed, you kept taking my contraband and I was convinced you were sneaking your favorite deodorant in while the rest of us were stuck with the crappy ones in the school shop. I should have known better, your scents got this undertone to it. Makes it so much better.” 

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji felt his ears flush. 

“I just,” Wei Wuxian paused, leaning his chin onto his hand. “I know I can be a lot. I’ve I’m ever asking too much, or I'm annoying you promise you’ll tell me?” 

“I promised you I’d be honest,” Lan Wangji nodded. Wei Wuxian relaxed a bit, only to jump as the pager for the food went off. Lan Wangji picked it up and was gone in a flash. 

Lan Wangji carefully balanced the two plates of food as he eyed Wei Wuxian’s portion. Maybe he should have asked if they could make it bigger, like he’d asked the waiter at the restaurant to double the portion before. The flashes Lan Wangji had seen beneath the hospital gown, although arming his mind with thousands of new details to put in his daydreams, was worrying. If Wei Wuxian wanted to maintain a slimmer figure, that was up to him. Lan Wangji, however, wasn’t going to let it be because he wasn’t eating properly.

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian smiled at Lan Wangji as he placed his Mediterranean bowl in front of him. “Looks delicious, are you sure it’s good for me?”

“Mediterranean diets can be beneficial for heart health,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Do you eat out often?” Wei Wuxian questioned as they dug in. 

“No,” Lan Wangji hummed. “I cook.” 

“Of course you do,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at him. Lan Wangji paused, raising an eyebrow at him. “You quote poetry, you give mind blowing massages, you’re hot, and now you cook. Is there anything you can’t do?” 

“Many things,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. He felt his ears flush red. Socialize would be one his brother would supply, while his uncle would probably say being able to find a girl to settle down with. He felt a flash of pride as he realized his uncle couldn’t get on his case about that anymore. 

“I’ll believe it when I see it,” Wei Wuxian laughed back as he leaned into his side. “What about that?” He nodded to Lan Wangji’s meal. 

“Ten vegetable soup and sesame salad,” Lan Wangji filled in. 

“The soup looks good,” Wei Wuxian hummed around a forkful of his own food.

“Would you like to try some?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Sure,” Wei Wuxian hummed, moving to grab his own spoon. 

Lan Wangji beat him to it, loading up his own spoon and offering it to Wei Wuxian. He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen in surprise before he grinned up at Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji felt his own smile grow as Wei Wuxian leaned over, his lips closing around the spoon. 

“Good,” Wei Wuxian said after a moment's consideration. “Then again I’m pretty sure anything is going to taste fantastic after months of fast food. Even the hospital food didn’t taste bad.” He murmured as he dove back into eating his own food. 

“Jiang Wanyin said you were given free meals from the restaurant for the both of you?” Lan Wangji tried to keep the conversation up. He knew Wei Wuxian liked to talk, but years of silence around the dinner table had meant Lan Wangji’s small talk skills were woefully undeveloped. It didn’t hurt in the business world, giving him the image of a man who liked to get down to business. 

He didn’t expect Wei Wuxian to tense, the hand that was eagerly eating suddenly falling to pushing food around the bowl. The omega’s brow furrowed as he bit his lip, obviously thinking something over. 

“They didn’t,” Wei Wuxian finally exhaled. Lan Wangji felt his heartbeat stop for a moment. “I got one free meal a shift. I’d save it and take it home for Jiang Cheng, I just told him I ate mine at work. Orders would get messed up, if the customer didn’t want them and I was on good terms with whoever was working the front they’d make sure I got them. I thought I’d be able to get cheap groceries from the grocery store, but it didn’t work out that way. They gave it to the food bank instead. I’d get a coffee, pastry or breakfast sandwich at the coffee shop, but usually I needed the caffeine instead.” 

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji breathed. No wonder he was malnourished, it sounded like there were whole days he wouldn’t eat for. He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes shut. 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “It was stupid.” 

“Why not go to the food bank?” Lan Wangji spoke softly. His arm moved off the back of the booth to pull Wei Wuxian closer. 

“I,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I tried. I went but they only gave me raw food, we didn’t have a way to cook it. Jiang Cheng was keeping an eye out at the thrift store for hot plates, but they always went too fast. It all became moot when the motel banned hotplates in the rooms, we couldn’t afford a different motel at the time. We tried getting just canned goods from the food bank, most of the time we had to eat them cold but I wasn’t complaining.” He trailed off, his top teeth catching his bottom lip again. 

Lan Wangji felt a wave of anger crash over him.

“But Jiang Wanyin did.” 

“It’s not his fault,” Wei Wuxian finally looked over at Lan Wangji. “I’ve done this before, he never had to want anything in his life. He said if I got the free food from the restaurant we should just use that. Leave the canned goods for people who need it.” 

“Why not continue to go on your own?” 

“I didn’t have time,” Wei Wuxian dropped his gaze back to the table. “And for Jiang Cheng to go I had to tell him I lied, which would have led to explaining I hadn’t been eating frequently for weeks.”

“Eat,” Lan Wangji managed to make his voice sound calm despite the anger raging in him. “We can order more if you want it.” 

“My hero,” Wei Wuxian teased, but the attempt of levity was out weighed by the sigh of relief. No doubt he was expecting another lecture, something Lan Wangji noted Jiang Wanyin gave him frequently. He bought Wei Wuxian a cookie on the way out, despite his protests he was good the cookie was gone in under a minute. 

He took them along the other hallway of the mall, hoping something might catch Wei Wuxian’s eye on the way out. And catch his eye something did. 

“No way!” Wei Wuxian gasped. “Lan Zhan look!” He tugged him over to stop in front of a large poster in the window. Lan Wangji eyed the poster, recognizing it almost immediately. 

“Grandmasters of Cultivation,” Lan Wangji read out. “You used to play it.”

“Grand Master,” Wei Wuxian corrected with a grin. “I shouldn’t be surprised you remember, I mean I did pester you into trying it.” He looked back at the large poster. “It’s based off of xianxia, which is cool on its own. The coolest thing, at least with the one I played, was the coding was all open source. You could create your own aspects of the game, from quest lines to character classes and abilities. I must have spent hours coding for it, I was working on a whole branch of cultivation.” 

“Demonic,” Lan Wangji offered. A stupidly big grin filled Wei Wuxian’s face, one that radiated pure happiness. Lan Wangji’s heart skipped a beat, that was the grin he wanted him to wear all the time. 

“Leave it to you to remember.” 

“You talked about it alot.” 

“I can’t believe they came out with a new one,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “More that I didn’t even know about it!”

“MMO?” Lan Wangji questioned seeing a tagline. 

“No way,” Wei Wuxian stepped closer to look at the part of the poster Lan Wangji had just read off. “MMO, Massive Multiplayer Online.” 

“Multiplayer,” Lan Wangji repeated slowly. He’d been looking for something the two of them could do together, he didn’t know why he didn’t think of video games first. “We could play it together?” He clarified before he enacted his plan. 

“If we both had it,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I guess it’s a bit more exciting than me talking your ear off while you play. I remember your character, Hanguang-Jun! I still had him on my system, you had such a unique set up for him. I even tried working the music thing into my work. I don’t know why I never thought to try making the first one multiplayer. It would have made it so much easier to get people to play it.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as he moved towards the entrance of the store. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian followed after him. 

“Hello! How can I help you?” A worker greeted him from behind the counter. 

“Two sets of whatever is needed to play Grandmasters of Cultivation,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian hissed, pulling him aside. “Do you even know what you need to play a top of the line game anymore?” 

“No,” Lan Wangji replied. “But they do and will fetch it for us.” 

“Lan Zhan a gaming rig can be upwards of a thousand dollars!” Wei Wuxian shot back. Lan Wangji blinked, they only had to buy it once. He didn’t see what the problem was.“Not to mention a lot of people like personalizing it, editing it to match whatever they prefer to do.” 

Ah, extended cost. No matter, Wei Wuxian would have plenty of time. Besides, streaming seemed like a safe job opportunity for him. It would be flexible and didn’t require him to be on suppressants. Granted he’d have to spin it into something Wei Wuxian would swallow.

“A project for you,” Lan Wangji replied after a moment’s thought. “Tell them your preferences, otherwise we can order it when we get home.” 

“Lan Zhan, this is a lot of money for us to play a game together. We could get a console for half the price, they have plenty of games.” 

“One of those too,” Lan Wangji’s gaze flickered back to the worker. Their eyes had practically bugged out of their head at the conversation between the two of them. 

“Which one?” They squeaked out. 

“One of each.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian protested. “He doesn’t mean that.” He looked at the worker. 

“I do.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian hissed again. “This is a lot of money.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji shot back. “I can afford it.” 

“It’s not a,” Wei Wuxian broke off frustratedly. “Lan Zhan.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji pressed back. “I wish to have things we enjoy doing together.” 

Lan Wangji watched Wei Wuxian sigh, biting his lip as he looked around the shop. By the time Wei Wuxian had finished looking around the shop, Lan Wangji had put his best pair of puppy dog eyes on. Granted, usually only his brother could discern them. 

It pleased him to see the last of Wei Wuxian’s resistance crumble, instead a new fire lighting in his eyes as his back straightened. 

“Alright,” Wei Wuxian turned his focus to the worker. “I want to see the specs on your top line models, especially the asus if you have any.” He paused to look at Lan Wangji, as if to see if he was going to stop him. Lan Wangji merely nodded to the store worker.

“I also want to see what RAM and Graphics upgrades you have in stock.” Wei Wuxian’s spine went even straighter. Another glance at Lan Wangji. “We’ll also take two switches. Along with Super Mario Kart, Party, and Smash Bros as a must have. Animal Crossing and Pokemon if you happen to have it. While you prepare all that, we’ll be looking at what you’ve got out in the store.” 

Lan Wangji’s mouth ran dry at the sudden air Wei Wuxian was exuding. The worker scampered to follow his instructions, leaving Wei Wuxian to look back at him. He arched an eyebrow as Lan Wangji just continued to stare. 

“Don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts,” A smirk grew on his husband’s face. His head tilted as he stepped closer, amusement in his eyes.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head as he leaned in to kiss Wei Wuxian. 

“Good, cause we aren’t done.” Wei Wuxian smirked as they parted. His hand reached out, tugging Lan Wangji over to a section of the store.

Lan Wangji watched Wei Wuxian examine the wall before him like a kid in a candy store. He tugged out a pair of light blue headphones, with cat ears on the top and held them out to Lan Wangji. As if a challenge. Lan Wangji slid them on, answering Wei Wuxian’s questions about the comfort and sound. 

It was the sight of the same headset in red that sealed the decision, also cementing a further trend in the rest of their purchases. Lan Wangji’s items were in blue, and Wei Wuxian’s in red. Slowly their pile had to move to the register, and that was before Wei Wuxian went to investigate the switch collection.  It was like a game of chicken. Wei Wuxian glancing at Lan Wangji out of the corner of his eyes to see if he was going to stop him, which Lan Wangji had no intention of doing. 

In truth, Lan Wangji found himself getting invested. He supposed that was the point, as this was supposed to be something they could do together. He seemed more drawn to the indie titles, all with ‘artistic’ styles as Wei Wuxian put it. He was pleased to find Wei Wuxian eager to try them out, his eyes lighting up as he read descriptions. 

Still, Lan Wangji saw Wei Wuxian beginning to flag. The thuds of his cane were getting heavier. He gently steered him towards the register, without trying to stop his fun. The worker seemed panicked by the amount they’d amass. A panic that only got worse as he began to ring everything up. Lan Wangji glanced at the till, it was well under the half a million dollar budget he’d planned for Wei Wuxian’s welcome. He only belatedly realized they’d have to carry everything out. He adjusted it so he’d get the heaviest ones, especially the ones with the CPUs. 

Lan Wangji was furious at himself. He should have been more careful. Hadn’t he said just one stop? Instead he’d taken Wei Wuxian into three different shops, dragging each one out for his own desire to spoil him. 

“Wait here,” Lan Wangji hummed as he stopped by the benches out front. He set the bags down, leaning in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips as he dug the car keys out. 

“Mkay,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as he sat down on the bench. He looked slightly ridiculous lost amongst the large amount of bags around him, but it was a look Lan Wangji liked on him. He hurried to the car. 

By the time he’d pulled up, he’d noticed Wei Wuxian was a little nervous. His hands checking to make sure his bandana was in place as he threw a wary glance at some of the bystanders. Lan Wangji pressed a kiss to his lips in greeting, glaring at the people giving Wei Wuxian dirty glances. 

“I can help,” Wei Wuxian protested when Lan Wangji moved to steer him towards the passenger seat. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji leveled at him. Wei Wuxian let out a shaky sigh but gave in, sliding in through the door Lan Wangji had opened for him. 

Lan Wangji hurried to load the bags in the bag, glad they’d hide the ones he'd gotten earlier. His mind spun as he thought about what was ahead. Wei Wuxian was seeing his house. Would he like it? Would he hate it?

He took a deep breath as he shut the trunk, it was going to be fine. If not he’d fix it. The smile Wei Wuxian gave him as he slid into the driver’s was enough to chase any doubts away. Even if it wasn’t, the next words from Wei Wuxian would have. 

“Let’s go home.”

Chapter Text

“So where is this not mansion?” Wei Wuxian hummed as Lan Wangji started to drive. He hoped it would cover his failing energy, which had only worsened the moment he sat on the bench. Wei Wuxian swore that the more tired he got the harder it was to make his left side work. 

After months of pinching every penny, he had to admit it was thrilling to be allowed to go ham in the game store. Of course sitting on the bench getting dirty glances from passersby who didn’t think he should be there did wonders to kill the mood. He’d felt a bit bad, but then he remembered Lan Wangji had started pointing out games and asking questions. He might not be the most tech savvy, but he was making an effort. 

He was snapped back to the present by Lan Wangji giving him an address, one he didn’t exactly catch. He decided to let it slide for the moment, keeping an eye on his surroundings for now. He should have guessed it was in the rich part of town, but it didn’t stop him from being surprised when Lan Wangji pulled up to a large iron gate in a stone wall. Something flashed on Lan Wangji’s car, and the gate slid open. Lan Wangji didn’t even have to hit the brakes, a sign he was well practiced at this. 

“It’s like a mini forest!” Wei Wuxian gasped as they pulled through. Between the trees and the white gravel, Wei Wuxian felt like he was being whisked away to a private estate. Which, after a beat, he supposed he was. 

“My father wanted it to be private,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“This is where you grew up?” Wei Wuxian shifted forward, his curiosity giving him some new energy. He was eager to catch sight of anything through the trees. 

“Yes and no,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian blinked looking back at him.

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian responded when Lan Wangji didn’t elaborate. He hoped he didn’t sound too confused, he didn’t want to pry. 

 “When my parents separated, we started living with our Uncle.” Lan Wangji explained, his tone soft. “My mother lived in the main house. My father in the guest house. I visited her every month.”

Visited her, not his father, Wei Wuxian noticed. 

“Positive memories I hope?”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “And I hope to make many more.” 

Wei Wuxian was distracted from replying as the woods suddenly broke off, the gravel drive widening. More importantly, the house came into view. He found himself leaning forward to get a better view, his jaw dropping open. 

He’d never seen anything like it. The house was unquestionably modern, with two levels, but with an air of traditional Chinese architecture. It fit in perfectly with the landscaped Chinese gardens that curved around it. Wei Wuxian felt a shiver run up his spine, there was something right about this palace. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he felt it in his bones. 

“What do you think?” Lan Wangji broke through Wei Wuxian’s gobsmacked reaction. 

“What do I think?” Wei Wuxian gasped as he looked at the alpha. “What do I think?” He repeated his head whipping back to the house. “Lan Zhan, you live in art!” He gestured. “It’s possibly the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen!” 

“We live in art,” Lan Wangji questioned as he unfastened his seatbelt. Wei Wuxian laughed breathlessly as he looked back to the house. 

“Who does the landscaping?” He questioned, his eyes trailing to the gardens that disappeared behind the sides of the house. 

“The original plans were done by my mother,” Lan Wangji replied. “It’s maintained by gardners once a week. You are welcome to change or help as you see fit.” 

“You have a gardener,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Shall I be expecting a butler and a legion of maids when we get in the front door?” 

“The maids come on Wednesdays,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply as he got out of the car. Leaving Wei Wuxian to sputter inside of it.

“Maids?” He tried not to screech as he got out of the car. “As in plural?” 

“I prefer the least amount of intrusion, more means the work gets done faster.” Lan Wangji replied as he moved to the trunk. Wei Wuxian scoffed as he moved with him, accepting the bags Lan Wangji doled out to him. 

      Wei Wuxian sighed as his gaze wandered. From the house, to the gardens, back to the trees. It was like a whole other world. He could hardly believe they were still in the city. He almost wondered if he’d be able to see the stars. 

“It’s hard to believe we’re still in the city,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as his eyes closed. His head tilted as he tried to listen for signs of it. Instead, he swore he heard wildlife. 

“Do you like it?” Lan Wangji’s question was followed by the soft thump of the trunk closing. 

“I love it,” Wei Wuxian smiled as his eyes opened. “And I haven’t even seen the inside yet!”

“Then come along,” Lan Wangji smiled softly as he led the way to the front door. 

Wei Wuxian’s gaze strayed to the landscaping as he followed Lan Wangji up to the door, catching sight of an old fence around the side. It distracted him from noticing Lan Wangji had set all his bags down. He arched his eyebrow at him as he got closer, noticing the door was open. 

“Come here,” Lan Wangji hummed. Soon as Wei Wuxian was in range, his hands reached out, tugging the bags and cane out of them. 

“What are you-Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian shrieked as an arm wrapped around his lower back, the other hooking under his knees. His arms scrambled to wrap around his shoulders, although he doubted Lan Wangji would drop him. Lan Wangji stepped carefully over the threshold. 

“Welcome home husband,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

Wei Wuxian was surprised at the warmth that spread through his body. A large smile broke across his face as he met Lan Wangji’s gaze. 

“Welcome home husband,” He offered back. He felt Lan Wangji’s chest rumble under his hands, growing into a full pur as he leaned in to kiss him. 

He didn’t expect to be consumed. Lan Wangji’s teeth needily nipped at Wei Wuxian’s, a tongue diving in the moment Wei Wuxian gave in. Wei Wuxian’s hands scrambled for purchase in Lan Wangji’s hair, as if it could offset the ferocity in which Lan Wangji’s tongue explored. This time there was no beeping heart monitor. No grannie out for a walk. It was just them, for as long as they needed. 

Well, at least until they needed to breathe. Wei Wuxian’s chest was heaving when they finally broke apart, and he could feel Lan Wangji’s doing the same. He giggled at the sight of Lan Wangji’s kiss swollen and wet lips. His thumb came up to run over them, as if to prove he’d done it. Only to have Lan Wangji press a kiss to it instead. 

“Is this how you’re going to greet me every time we come home, dear husband of mine?” Wei Wuxian teased as he laughed. 

“If you wish, husband of mine,” Lan Wangji replied with the smallest of smiles. Wei Wuxian giggled as Lan Wangji leaned forward to press another kiss to his lips. The soft scent of sandalwood curling out around them. He could get very used to that. 

“Am I getting a tour from here?” Wei Wuxian laughed as he ran a hand through Lan Wangji’s hair. 

“If you wish,” Lan Wangji replied. His arms shifted, hoisting Wei Wuxian up a bit higher as he adjusted his hold. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian lurched, his arms clinging a bit tighter. It almost felt like Lan Wangji could support his weight with one arm. “Let me down. I wouldn’t want you sweating from carrying me around.” 

“I won’t,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Zhan, are you saying I’m light?!” He shot back. Lan Wangji nodded, hefting him a bit higher. Wei Wuxian knew he was underweight, but he wasn’t that much shorter than Lan Wangji. His hands squeezed the muscles in Lan Wangji’s arms, realizing how solid they were. “Alright, let me down before my ego bruises.” 

Lan Wangji gently let him down. Wei Wuxian couldn’t keep his hands from trailing down his arms as he loosened his hold. Lan Wangji wasn’t that taller than him, but as Wei Wuxian’s hands wandered he could tell every inch of the man was pure muscle. He wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s waist, lightly tugging to judge his weight. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s hands gently stopped him. 

“I just want to see if I can lift you,” Wei Wuxian objected, trying again.

“Once you’re better,” Lan Wangji replied, his arms tensing to keep Wei Wuxian from attempting to lift him again. Wei Wuxian huffed, dropping his arms. 

“I can lift Jiang Cheng you know,” He felt obligated to tell him. Granted that was before the past few months. He had carried both Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli, but he felt the adrenaline kind of prevented it from being brag worthy. “I can lift you to.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Lan Wangji replied. “But it can wait until after you've recovered.” 

“Fine,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “I’m going to sweep you off your feet.” He teased in an attempt to heal his bruised ego. 

“I will look forward to it,” Lan Wangji replied leaning in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips. He crossed the threshold to grab the bags he’d set aside, leaving Wei Wuxian to glance around the foyer. 

Once again he was awestruck. Two staircases lead the way up stairs, at their base was a pair of glass doors leading out into an open courtyard. At the center of it was a naturalistic rock sculpture dominating the center. A small overhang walkway created a border between the courtyard and the house, but left space for a few bamboo trees. Wei Wuxian could see a few other entrances to the courtyard, no doubt access points from other areas of the house.

The sound of Lan Wangji setting the bags at the foot of the stairs leading up to the right pulled Wei Wuxian’s attention back. He could see two rooms directly off the main foyer, but no other hallways. He wondered if the courtyard was intended to be the hallway. Regardless, both sliding doors were open. One seemed to lead to a sitting room, the other a much more interesting library. Most intriguing of all was a door built into the stairs. 

“Where would you like to start?” Lan Wangji questioned after he set the piles of bags at the foot of the stairs.

Wei Wuxian put on an exaggerated hum, his eyes turning to the door under the stairs. He grinned as he crossed to it, cocking his eyebrow at Lan Wangji. He got a nod in return. Wei Wuxian pulled it open, his excitement falling as he saw it was a coat closet. 

“Very nice,” Wei Wuxian hummed, pretending to analyze the interior. There were a healthy amount of coats inside, a majority of them were in shades of white or blue. Lan Wangji opened the door in the other stair, revealing a much emptier closet. It was hardly worth Wei Wuxian’s attention, especially when there was a library to explore.

He’d limped halfway across the foyer before Lan Wangji was offering his cane from where it was tucked with the bags. He sighed as he took it, finishing the path to the library. 

The shelves were a healthy mix of books and objects, a number of both secured away behind glass. He cocked his head to read the names off some of the spines, the names of classics and history books greeting him from them. He paused in front of the window, where a small seat had been built between the bookshelves. The window looked over a rock garden. Wei Wuxian wondered how many hours someone sat here,lost in thought as they looked out at it. 

His attention was drawn by the sight of a closed door. One that promised much more excitement than a coat closet. Wei Wuxian glanced back at Lan Wangji, getting another nod. He pulled the door open, his brow furrowing as he saw what was on the other side. 

“You have two libraries?” He questioned. 

“Office,” Lan Wangji clarified as Wei Wuxian moved into the room. This time the books were all business related. Wei Wuxian spied Lan Wangji’s degree, as well as photos from around the world. Wei Wuxian picked one up, it was far from a professional shot. 

“What’s with the photos?” He questioned. 

“Sightseeing during my deals,” Lan Wangji replied, stepping closer to look at the one in Wei Wuxian’s hands. “Italy, Florence.” He identified. 

“Why don’t any of them have you in them?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he set the frame back on the shelf. 

“Why should they?” 

“I mean,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he looked out over them. “They prove you were there, but wouldn’t you prefer to look back and see a younger version of yourself? A snapshot of who you were when you made the deal?” 

“I did not think that way,” Lan Wangji hummed, his eyes glancing over the images. “Perhaps you can take the next one.” 

“Me?” Wei Wuxian blinked. “You want me to come on your business deals?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Is that allowed?” 

“I don’t see why not,” Lan Wangji replied. His arm reached out, wrapping around Wei Wuxian’s waist and pulling him closer. “I’ll want you there.” 

“And it only matters what you want,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. Like Old Man Lan would let Wei Wuxian anywhere near a prospective business partner. 

“Mn.”
“You’re impossible,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. He cast a glance around the rest of the office, the desk not promising any fun details. There was however, another sliding door. 

It opened up to a short hall, with another door directly across from the one Wei Wuxian just opened. Wei Wuxian stepped into it. The doors opening to the courtyard were on the left, while another set opened up to the rock garden Wei Wuxian had seen from the exterior library window on the right. 

Wei Wuxian slid the next doors open, finding a gym on the other side. Despite the modern elements to the architecture, the sleek machines felt jarring and almost out of place. A bathroom was through the next door, leading into the dining room from there. 

The dining room felt expansive, since a wall of windows showed off the inner courtyard on one side and the backyard on the other. And what a backyard it was.

“You have a pond!” Wei Wuxian breathed as he pressed up against the glass door. 

There was a small patio off the back of the house, part of which Wei Wuxian expected was out over the large pond. He could see a pavilion in the distance, a covered walkway leading out to it from the shore that was host to large rocks and willows stretching out over the water. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Whoever had done the landscaping had put their heart and soul into it. His eyes widened as he saw some small buds off the patio. 

He jumped as Lan Wangji’s hand reached out, opening the glass doors. Wei Wuxian gave him a sheepish look as he noticed the large hand prints and nose smudge he’d left on the door. It was quickly replaced by him darting outside. 

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji’s worried voice called out as he dropped to his knees at the edge of the patio. The cane clattering against the wood. Wei Wuxian plunged his hand in, feeling the length of the buds he could see. 

“They’re Lotus!” He beamed up at Lan Wangji. He saw the look of worry melt away into relief. “I suppose you already knew that.” Wei Wuxian realized as he pulled his hand out of the water. “Is the pond deep enough to swim in?” 

“Near the pavilion,” Lan Wangji nodded in its direction. “Although there may be wildlife.” 

“As long as they don’t bite,” Wei Wuxian laughed back. His gaze traveled to the edges of the pond, seeing more gardens and walls. “Who did all of this?” 

“My mother,” Lan Wangji’s gaze followed, looking out at the greenery. 

“She must have really loved to garden,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“It kept her busy,” Lan Wangji murmured. Something in his tone made Wei Wuxian wonder if there was something more, but he didn’t think today was the right day to dig. 

“Where’s the guest house?” He questioned realizing all he could see was gardens. Lan Wangji moved closer, pointing to a circular opening in one of the stone walls, a gravel path running through it. “I can’t see it, is it really that far off?” 

“It’s a safe distance if the guest is an alpha,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian blinked, he supposed he’d never considered needing to keep a guest at arms length. Then again he couldn’t imagine inviting anyone to his home he didn’t want there. 

It also told him Lan Wangji was territorial. 

Wei Wuxian supposed he already had an inkling about that. Lan Wangji had gone out of his way to mark him, first with the ring and then with the sweater. He supposed the rabbit in the plastic bag now in the foyer was a sign too. Which told him that although he might want Jiang Cheng close, it would probably be best to keep a distance between the two. Still, a guest house he could walk to was still better than a hotel he’d have to drive too. 

“I’ll have to go check on him later,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he turned back towards the house. He now suspected the layout, which was confirmed as he found a door on the dining room leading to a kitchen. The small hall mirrored the one across from it, except a flower garden was out its exterior doors. Two sitting rooms, mirroring the sizes of the library and office from across the way. Wei Wuxian suspected they were in perfect symmetry in size. One seemed to be outfitted more as a music room, a guqin and piano tucked into them. Though from a thin cover of dust on their cases they hadn’t been used recently. 

“Does it matter which staircase?” Wei Wuxian pointed. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head as he slid past Wei Wuxian, collecting the bags. He turned to Wei Wuxian once he had, apparently waiting for him to lead. 

Wei Wuxian moved up the right staircase, glancing around the landing it emerged into. For the second floor, what made up the overhang to the courtyard was a hallway. Three doors were off the stair landing, and Wei Wuxian decided to start there. The one closest to the right stair opened to a bedroom, a guest from the lack of any personal objects. Then again, the whole house seemed to lack personal objects. Wei Wuxian turned his attention to the door opposite the stairs. It was flanked by two display cases, a guqin lying in one and a collection of pottery in the other. The door itself opened to a bathroom. One Wei Wuxian suspected connected two bedrooms, a theory proven when he opened the third door to find another bedroom. 

“Anything off limits?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. “I will put these in the master while you explore.” He added taking off down the hall on the left. Wei Wuxian hummed as he followed. He figured the upstairs was symmetrical, as the down stairs were.

Two more bedrooms were on the sides, each with their own small bathrooms and walk-ins. Clearly intended for family members, while the two with the shared bathroom were for guests. Which led Wei Wuxian to suspect the entire back length of the house was the master bedroom. Lan Wangji was sliding out of the double doors, pausing as he saw Wei Wuxian. 

“Hide all your porn?” Wei Wuxian teased as he came to a stop in front of the doors. “You know I’m going to check under the bed. It’s always under the bed.” 

“I did open the blinds.” 

“Blinds?” Wei Wuxian questioned turning to look through the door. 

Only to have his breath stolen away. 

He moved into the room, his eyes trained on the wide bank of windows that filled the wall opposite the door. They looked out over the pond, but also gave a birds eye view to the gardens beyond it. He had meant it figuratively when he said Lan Wangj’s mother had put her heart and soul into her landscaping, but here looking out over the gardens you could see she really had. 

Curving through the gardens, the walls made the shape of a heart. In each half, flowers and trees had been planted to spell out two characters; Huan and Zhan. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as he turned back. “It’s beautiful.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded, moving to stand next to him. His gaze looked out the window. A hand coming to rest on Wei Wuxian’s lower back. “I don’t think I could change it.” 

“Nor should you,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he looked out the back window. “The time and energy she must have put into figuring this out, making sure every plant grew right. She really loved you.” 

“What do you think?” 

“This place is gorgeous, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian gasped. 

“But?” Lan Wangji pressed. Wei Wuxian blinked, wondering how Lan Wangji had picked up on it.
“It’s just the decor,” Wei Wuxian hesitated.

His eyes finally drifted to the rest of the room. A large bed took up the interior wall to the right of the door, while a sitting area facing a fire with a TV over it took up the area to the left of it. On either side of the fireplace were two doors. Wei Wuxian would suspect whatever laid beyond them would match the rest of the house. Well decorated, but lacking any personal touches. It looked like they’d been lifted from the pages of a magazine. The only hints were the lifeless travel shots in Lan Wangji’s office, the weights preset in the gym and a cereal box on the kitchen counter. A box Lan Wangji quickly returned to a cupboard when he saw it. 

 “It’s not very personal is it?” He exhaled. Lan Wangji’s gaze went to the room, sliding over it. 

“Feel free to embellish or change it,” Lan Wangji nodded as if in agreement. “I employed a decorator to update it when I moved in.” 

“Update it? But I thought this was all your mom.” 

“Her personal belongings had been removed when she passed,” Lan Wangji replied. “The art and other valuable objects stored, although many are where I remembered them. One of the bedrooms could be converted if you would like a game room”  

“That could be nice,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he moved to the remaining two doors. His hands ran over the couch on the way, a hum of interest when he felt how soft it was. 

He opened the door closest to the interior, finding a spacious walk-in closet. Wei Wuxian let his hand trail over the suits as he walked through, eyeing the empty space on the other side. He wondered if Lan Wangji cleared it out for him or if it had been empty to begin with. 

He found himself at another door, pulling it open to enter the bathroom. It was all white marble. There was a pair of sinks, but only one with organized clutter in front of it. Despite his curiosity on what Lan Wangji used to get that flawless skin, Wei Wuxian was distracted by the massive tub. It took up the corner, windows giving it a beautiful view over the gardens in both directions. 

It was possibly the biggest tub Wei Wuxian had ever seen. He crawled into it, finding jets as he did. He stretched out as he looked out the window. It didn’t even have water in it yet and Wei Wuxian wanted to live in it. 

“Please tell me these windows are tinted,” Wei Wuxian addressed Lan Wangji when he came in after him. “Because I am going to live in this thing.” 

“It is,” Lan Wangji nodded, an amused gleam in his eyes despite the blank face.

“Good, cause I wasn’t going to stay away from it even if it wasn’t. Crazy paparazzi be damned.” Wei Wuxian wiggled in the tub. “God, if your tub is this comfy what must your bed feel like?” 

“Come find out,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Zhan, are you trying to get me into your bed?” He teased.  

“Ours,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian felt himself flush, hoping his crawling out of the tub covered it. He paused as he caught sight of the shower. 

“Please tell me I don’t need a degree in engineering to work that thing,” Wei Wuxian eyed a worrying amount of dials. 

“I’ll show you,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. “Later.”

“In such a hurry to get me in yo- our bed” He teased, correcting himself halfway through. He got a hum and kiss on the cheek. “Fine,” He hummed. He moved for the door he hadn’t come through, finding it did lead back to the bedroom. Then again, where else would it lead?

He took a slow running jump, due to his leg, landing with a soft thump. 

“I take it back, I’m going to live here,” Wei Wuxian moaned. It was like laying on a cloud. Not to mention it had an incredible sandalwood scent aura around it, he just wanted to roll around and rub his face in it. 

Which he started to do only to be stopped by the crinkling of a plastic bag. He shifted back, looking and finding a bag. A bag for a tech store, which they definitely did not go to. Wei Wuxian had a bad memory but it wasn’t that bad. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian gave him a look, peering into the bag. He raised an eyebrow as he pulled out three wrapped parcels. Lan Wangji merely sat on the bed, taking the plastic bag and setting it on the ground. 

“What is it?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“A present,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“I gathered that,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at him. 

“Open it,” Lan Wangji nudged. 

“You didn’t have to,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Just like you didn’t have to get me the gaming stuff.” 

“I wanted to.” 

“You want to do a lot of things,” Wei Wuxian teased as he tore into the wrapping of the largest package. He stuttered to a stop as he saw the words macbook pro greeting him from under the paper. “Lan Zhan!” 

“Do you not like it?” 

“You bought me a whole gaming rig! If I had known you’d gotten me this.” 

“A gaming rig is not portable,” Lan Wangji hummed in response as he took the ripped paper, tucking it into the plastic bag. Wei Wuxian resisted groaning as Lan Wangji pulled a smaller thin box out of the bag. 

A high end drawing tablet, an ipad and an apple pencil emerged from the other wrapped boxes. Wei Wuxian exhaled as he set them on the bed. Why had Lan Wangji let him buy so much when he’d already gotten these? 

“There’s a voucher,” Lan Wangji murmured, producing something from the discarded wrapping paper. Wei Wuxian saw the tell tale photoshop logo “If it’s not right.” 

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian laughed as he took it. His head was spinning, he was thankful he was sitting down. 

“Is something wrong?” Lan Wangji asked softly. 

“No Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “Well, I mean. Why did you buy all that stuff at the game store when you knew you already got me all this?” 

“Gaming computers are different.” 

Wei Wuxian waited for more, only to have Lan Wangji keep staring at him. 

“Lan Zhan!” He finally sighed a hand coming up to rub his face as he looked back down on the boxes on the bed. His eyes flickered over to the bags by the couch, seeing the desktop boxes. “I,” He broke off, guilt crashing over him. 

He’d been pushing Lan Wangji in the game store, waiting for him to say no like it was a game of chicken. Instead, he’d never flinched even at the ending price tag. Wei Wuxian was pretty sure they’d spent more today than he’d made in the past two months. And what did Wei Wuxian have to offer back? Nothing now that he’d messed up.  

“Too much?” Lan Wangji asked softly. 

“Just a little overwhelming,” Wei Wuxian swallowed around the guilt that had formed a lump in his throat. 

“I’m sorry,” Lan Wangji’s hand hesitantly reached out for Wei Wuxian’s. “I thought you would like them.” 

“No, Lan Zhan, I love them! Honest!” Wei Wuxian quickly protested. He didn’t want Lan Wangji to feel bad on top of it. “It’s just a lot at once. I mean, I was walking to work to save fifteen dollars! Now all of a sudden I’m being gifted over five thousand dollars worth of technology. It’s just giving me a bit of whiplash.” 

“I apologize.” 

“Don’t be sorry,” Wei Wuxian squeezed his hand. “Just maybe spread it out next time.” 

“Noted.” 

“However, I feel like you can definitely say your omega is spoiled.” Wei Wuxian chuckled dryly. He supposed that part of Lan Wangji was now confirmed. He saw the corners of Lan Wangji’s mouth turn up. “Now, if your omega can just figure out how to spoil you back.” He smiled as he scooted over, pressing a kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied, an arm wrapping around Wei Wuxian’s waist. “Be happy-” 

“And healthy,” Wei Wuxian finished for him. “Not very easy to wrap though.” 

“You don’t need to give me anything,” Lan Wangji pressed.

“I want my alpha spoiled too,” Wei Wuxian pouted. He needed to find something to do for Lan Wangji, and soon. He needed something to contribute to this. “Whatever you want.” 

“Affection,” Lan Wangji murmured. Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow. “If you want to spoil me.” 

“Affection?” Wei Wuxian hummed in surprise. He wondered if Lan Wangji was thinking about his medical file and his pack deprivation. Still, he supposed it was something he could do until he found out about something else. “I do say I can handle that.” 

He shifted closer, wrapping his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck.  He pressed a kiss to his cheek, before nuzzling against it. He saw Lan Wangji’s eyes flicker closed as his head tilted into him. Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he shifted, stretching his neck as he pressed their scent glands together. Since Wei Wuxian was on suppressants, it wouldn’t achieve the effect of scenting. Still, many people used it as a sign of affection. From the way Lan Wangji seemed to melt against him, his arms tightening to cradle him closer, he figured he was on the right path. 

“When was the last time you’ve been held like this?” Wei Wuxian murmured, not expecting a reply. He felt Lan Wangji’s nose burying into his neck, seeking a scent that wasn’t there. 

“Since my mother passed,” Lan Wangji spoke softly. 

“When was that?” 

“I was six.” 

“Oh Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian gasped, holding the man a bit tighter. He couldn’t imagine having gone that long without contact. If his doctors were right he’d die if he went that long without it. He’d gotten his confirmation on why Lan Wangji had taken the marriage contract. 

He was lonely.

Just like that, Wei Wuxian felt a spark. He found a need in Lan Wangji. A need that he could fulfill, a way to prove his worth. To tip the scales back to being even. 

 “I promise I’ll hold you like this every day.” He breathed. “I won’t let you be lonely again.” He heard the smallest sound escape from the man as he buried his face deeper into Wei Wuxian’s neck. “Come on,” He nudged him to lie down. “Your husband is tired and you happen to be his favorite pillow.” 

He grinned at how easily Lan Wangji went. Wei Wuxian was quick to sprawl out over him, nuzzling into his warmth. If Lan Wangji was lonely, Wei Wuxian could work with that. He could be Lan Wangji's best friend as well as his mate. He could do that and juggle being a trophy spouse that the rest of Lan Corporation wanted him to be. He could do this. 

It was with that thought running through his mind that he passed out completely. 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

The first thing Lan Wangji noticed when he woke up was the weight. In a brief second of his half-asleep awareness, Lan Wangji felt confusion. Then his eyes fluttered open, and the sleep slack face of Wei Wuxian swam into view. He felt his heartbeat stutter and his breath catch at the sight. 

A sight that was all his. He ran his thumb over Wei Wuxian’s cheekbone, before shifting to card through his hair. A hum sounded from Wei Wuxian, as even in sleep he chased the contact. They had spent the rest of the day in bed, with Wei Wuxian dozing in and out. Lan Wangji had been more than happy to just be by his side, drinking in his presence. 

But he had plans for today. 

Wei Wuxian had been given the tour of the house, but he was far from settled in. So after a healthy breakfast in bed, they’d figure out how Wei Wuxian could make this feel like his home. Lan Wangji figured it would help to establish a room as his, a place he could retreat to when needed. Then maybe they could do some online shopping for furniture, clothes, anything he wanted. He’d probably want to go check in on his brother, Lan Wangji also needed to show him where the cars were. 

It all started with breakfast though. 

That was where Lan Wangji hit the first hurdle of the day. No matter how Lan Wangji moved, Wei Wuxian maintained an octopus-like grip on him. It must have taken him fifteen minutes to get free. 

And when he did? 

A pitiful whine sounded from Wei Wuxian, who was still somehow asleep. His arms searched, capturing Lan Wangji’s pillow and burying his face in it. A discontented harumph sounding as Wei Wuxian settled. With a bit of guilt, Lan Wangji tucked the stuffed rabbit in next to him, watching him glomp onto it in seconds. When Lan Wangji emerged from his shower, dressed for the day, there was still a deeply discontented furrow in Wei Wuxian’s brow. 

So no one could really blame Lan Wangji for changing his whole plan. 

He gently nudged Wei Wuxian, settling back in on his side of the bed. It took less than a minute for Wei Wuxian to relinquish his pillow in favor of Lan Wangji’s lap. The rabbit still tucked under his arm. A small smile settled on Lan Wangji’s face as he let one hand card through Wei Wuxian’s hair. The other propped open his recent book. 

If he spent more time watching Wei Wuxian sleep than reading his book, well who could blame him? 

Even with that, he’d made good progress on the book by the time Wei Wuxain had finally stirred. His face scrunched up, burying itself further in Lan Wangji’s lap. Slowly a long sigh was heard before he turned, his face lit up in the sun streaming in from the windows. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian groaned. “What time is it?” 

“Nine,” Lan Wangji offered back. 

“Why are you up?” He groaned, nuzzling his way further into Lan Wangji’s side. “Didn’t you say you had today off?” 

“I always get up at five,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian groaned. Lan Wangji noted that Wei Wuxian was still not a morning person. 

“Why?” 

“It’s productive.” 

“It’s evil,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “Do I get a good morning kiss?” He craned his head up. Lan Wangji leaned forward, dropping a kiss to the top of his head. 

“Wrong spot,” Wei Wuxian pouted. 

“Brush your teeth first,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Cruel,” Wei Wuxian whined. “I’m going to waste away from lack of affection,” He dramatically sprawled out. His eye cracked open when he didn’t hear anything from Lan Wangji. “It’s a medical thing you know, I have paperwork to back it up.” 

Lan Wangji sighed, there was really going to be nothing he could deny this man. He leaned over, dropping a quick peck on Wei Wuxian’s lips. He got a beaming grin as the man rolled over on his side, propping himself up as Lan Wangji sat back. 

“Do you normally read in bed?” He hummed, shifting to look down at the book in Lan Wangji’s hands. Lan Wangji saw his nose wrinkled as he saw the title referenced something business. 

“Someone wanted to cuddle,” Lan Wangji replied, setting his book on the nightstand. He saw Wei Wuxian flush bright red as he ducked his head. 

“Did I octopus glomp you?” He guiltily looked up. 

“I didn’t mind,” Lan Wangji pressed. 

He felt another wave of irritation. Who had instilled Wei Wuxian with the belief that wanting attention was bad? He tried not to point the blame at Jiang Wanyin, but it had been made clear during Wei Wuxian’s hospital stay the man’s care for him had been lacking. Then again, something this ingrained made him wonder about if it was how he was raised. He supposed there was a long line of foster homes to blame for that, maybe even the Jiangs. 

“I was hoping,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he rubbed his face. 

“Hoping what?” Lan Wangji pressed. 

“That yesterday would be enough,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “That I wouldn’t have to bother you with it anymore.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji felt his brow furrow. “It’s not a bother.” Wei Wuxian looked up, only to roll his eyes at him. “I enjoy it.” 

“You don’t have to pretend,” Wei Wuxian bit his lip. 

Lan Wangji let out a frustrated huff as he leaned in, capturing Wei Wuxian’s lips. It only took a moment for Wei Wuxian to respond, his hand coming up to rest on Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji felt a low growl build in his chest as Wei Wuxian’s hand pressed into his scent gland. Lan Wangji felt something rise to the occasion, with it he rolled. 

Wei Wuxian let out a surprised squeak as Lan Wangji pinned him underneath him. Their kiss broke off as Lan Wangji rolled his hips, driving his hardness against Wei Wuxain’s own. Wei Wuxian’s breathless moan was music to his ears. Wei Wuxian’s entire body arching to press up into him, his fingers digging into Lan Wangji’s back. 

“Does it feel like I’m pretending?” Lan Wangji’s voice was rough as he whispered in Wei Wuxian’s ear. He could feel his control slipping, the desire to simply take pushing him to roll his hips again. A purr of satisfaction as he felt Wei Wuxian was hard as well. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian gasped. His voice pitched up into a whine as his fingers dug into Lan Wangji’s back. “Please-” 

Lan Wangji rolled off of him, landing heavily on his back on the bed. For a moment, the only sounds were their heavy breathing. 

“Fuck Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian groaned. Lan Wangji looked over, seeing Wei Wuxian rub his face while his other hand subtly tried to rearrange. 

“I was conflicted,” Lan Wangji spoke softly. “In highschool. I didn’t understand why I was feeling what I did,” He pressed on. “Or why it was only for men.” 

The silence felt deafening. 

But at least it cut through Lan Wangji’s boner. 

“Lan Xichen said you had a crush on me,” Wei Wuxian finally said. 

“Still do,” Lan Wangji admitted. He figured it was easier than explaining the years of rut dreams, the crushing need to have Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian rolled over at that admission, resting his chin on Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“I really was an ass back then, wasn’t I?” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“It felt like that some days,” Lan Wangji admitted. “Like you were making fun of me.” 

“I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“I figured it out,” Lan Wangji hummed, reaching up to push some of Wei Wuxian’s hair out of his face. “No more gay panic.” 

“To think I’d hear you say gay panic,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “So if this constant need for affection persists?” He questioned, a hint of nervousness in his tone. 

“Think of it as making up for lost time,” Lan Wangji hummed. “If I need space, I will tell you.” He added. “I expect the same of you.” 

“Well, I could definitely use a cold shower right now,” Wei Wuxian flushed. “Show me how to use it?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as he moved to get up. He froze in confusion when Wei Wuxian whined in protest. “Do you not want to shower?” 

“I do,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “But the bed is comfy.” A grin grew on his face. “And so is my pillow.” 

“I can’t cook breakfast as a pillow,” Lan Wangji tried.  

“I am hungry.” Wei Wuxian hummed in thought. “But comfy,” He whined burying his face into Lan Wangji’s chest. 

Lan Wangji huffed, shifting to sit up. Before Wei Wuxian could let out a whine, Lan Wangji was lifting him in his arms. Instead of a whine, he got a squeal as Wei Wuxian’s arms wrapped around his shoulders.  

“Lan Zhan!” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji replied with the smallest smirk as they entered the bathroom. He paused them outside of the shower, nodding at the dials. 

Each one went to a different shower head. Lan Wangji was fond of the regular one, with its different stream functions. He figured Wei Wuxian would be interested in the one that simulated rain from overhead. He was pleased to find Wei Wuxian was just as confused about the head that shot out closer to their knees. He didn’t even make a sex joke about it, so Lan Wangji removed that from the possibilities of it’s funciton. 

“You already put my stuff in the shower!” Wei Wuxian noticed. He wiggled, and Lan Wangji took it as a sign to let him down. 

“What would you like for breakfast?” Lan Wangji questioned as he crossed, opening the cabinets to pull out some towels for Wei Wuxian. 

“Anything,” Wei Wuxian accepted the towels. His eyes widening as his thumb ran over it, bringing it up to his face to rub it there. 

“Need anything else?” 

“I think we got it covered,” Wei Wuxian glanced around the bathroom. 

“Clothes are in the closet,” Lan Wangji hummed, pressing a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead before slipping out of the bathroom. 

He made his way down to the kitchen, sliding on his apron as he flipped through the heart healthy cookbook he’d picked up. He settled on pancakes, quickly working to put the batter together. He sliced berries as the first one went on the griddle, turning his attention to eggs as he got to the later cakes. He was so focused on cooking, he didn’t notice Wei Wuxian had appeared until his arms wrapped around his waist. 

“Good looking, intelligent and you can cook!” Wei Wuxian hummed in his ears. The smell of the perfume he’d bought wafting around him. Lan Wangji wondered if it was for his benefit, or Wei Wuxian’s own. Either way he’d enjoy it. “How did you stay single?” 

“Lack of social skill,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian chuckled, pressing a kiss to his neck. The feeling sent shivers down Lan Wangji’s spine. 

“I wouldn’t say you lack social skills,” Wei Wuxian teased. “You’re just selective on who you use it with. Which makes me all the more luckier.” He continued, his nose nuzzling against the back of Lan Wangji’s neck. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji let out the smallest sigh. There was nothing more he wanted to do than give him the attention he wanted, but he also didn’t want to ruin their breakfast. It was their first together.  “I have not worked with this batter before and I do not want it to burn.” 

“Fine,” Wei Wuxian replied, Lan Wangji could hear the pout in his voice. “What are you making?” He questioned moving closer to the cookbook to look at it. “Heart Healthy Recipes, should have guessed.” He snorted. “Need me to do anything?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. He expertly slid pancakes out of the pan and into two plates. Scrambled eggs followed shortly after. He set the pans aside, finishing the plates off with fresh fruit. 

Wei Wuxian took advantage of his full hands, darting to snag the teapot. He trailed Lan Wangji to the breakfast nook, setting it in the center as Lan Wangji set the plates down. Lan Wangji served the tea as they sat. A pleased flush formed on his ears as Wei Wuxian took his first mouthful and moaned. 

“This can’t be healthy for me,” He muttered. His fork was already moving to shovel another bite into his mouth. “I swear these taste better than regular pancakes.” 

“Whole wheat,” Lan Wangji replied, taking his own first bite. He was pleased with the consistency and taste, so he filed it away for a recipe to repeat later. The berries were a little under ripe, but he’d gotten to the market late. 

“If you're going to feed me like this everyday I really will get fat,” Wei Wuxian teased as they ate. Lan Wangji felt his ears flush red, decided it was best if Wei Wuxian didn’t know his only depiction of a fat Wei Wuxian he had in his mind was him being pregnant. 

    “I wanted to do something special,” Lan Wangji replied. 

  “It was delicious,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Thank you.”

“No need for thank yous between us,” Lan Wangji replied. “I thought we could decide on a space to make yours today.” 

“Make mine?” Wei Wuxian questioned. 

“I want you to feel at home,” Lan Wangji replied. “I thought having a place that was uniquely yours might help.” 

“Oh!” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “That’s really nice of you. I don’t want to-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji interrupted. “I would not have offered it unless I was happy to do it. The sitting room is unused, as well as the bedrooms. Take your pick. I want this to be your home.” 

He took a chance and moved his hand to the table, his fingers gently curving upwards in offering. He watched Wei Wuxian exhale, his own hand moving to settle in Lan Wangji’s. Lan Wangji closed his fingers around it, giving it a slight squeeze. 

“I thought we could look online for furniture or decorations you would like,” Lan Wangji continued, using his free hand to continue eating. “To keep you from tiring out.” 

“We could use the new desktops, or the laptop.” Wei Wuxian perked up. “The desktops on their own are pretty good, but I still want to do the upgrades. I just don’t know,” He broke off as he looked to where his left hand was laying in Lan Wangji’s. 

“I can help,” Lan Wangji offered. Wei Wuxian offered him a grin. “But I will need instructions.” 

“I think I can handle that,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “We could test out the switches too! I also wanted to check on Jiang Cheng, but knowing him he’s hard at work already. You certainly have us covered in the ‘things to do’ department.” 

“Which would you like to do first?” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian sat back, letting his breath trill his lips. 

“Logic would dictate having a spot to set the computers up,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “Although I suppose I could just play from the floor, because like now that we’ve mentioned it I kind of want to play video games. I mean I haven’t been able to in a while.” 

“We can look at furniture first,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Sounds like a plan,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “Done?” He nodded to Lan Wangji’s plate. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “You?” 

“Yup!” Wei Wuxian got to his feet, a hand moving out to take the dishes. Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed as he moved to stop him. “Come on! You cooked! The least I can do is clean up.” 

“Wei-” 

“And before you say I don’t owe you, lots of married couples help with the dishes.” Wei Wuxian barreled on as he crossed to the sink. 

“Wei Ying, I have a dishwasher.” 

Wei Wuxian’s movements stuttered to a stop. His head turned and searched before finding it. He turned back to Lan Wangji with a large grin. 

“See! It’s even easier!” 

Lan Wangji couldn’t help but smile at Wei Wuxian’s enthusiasm. An enthusiasm that carried him through the dishes and off to explore the house, this time exploring the rooms Lan Wangji had mentioned with more care. He’d left the sitting rooms down stairs with a disgruntled humph. Only to do the same with the bedrooms. 

“You can have my office,” Lan Wangji tried. “Or we could move the library.” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he wandered back to the master bedroom. “It’s just, downstairs would be good because then I could hear you come home, but upstairs is cozier, and safer, and they have their own bathrooms.” He trilled his lips as he fell into the couch. 

“What about here?” Lan Wangji questioned looking around the master bedroom. 

He’d bought the TV after seeing Wei Wuxian’s interest in the hospital; the couch and armchairs surrounding the fire were rarely used. He did most of his reading down in the library. Even with those things remaining there was a substantial amount of space. It was designed for a mated pair, enough space so they could fit whatever they needed in the safety of where their scents would be strongest. Until now, it had never hosted a pair. 

“Lan Zhan, I’m not going to take over your bedroom.” 

“Our bedroom,” Lan Wangji corrected. He wondered how long it would take for Wei Wuxian to see them as a real couple, not just one thrown together by a marriage contract. “There is more than enough space.” 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he looked around the space. Lan Wangji could see him thinking as he chewed on it. His head craned, eventually pushing him to move where he was sitting on the couch. 

“I usually come here after I get home,” Lan Wangji offered. “At least hang up my suit jacket, if not change.” 

“I assume we were planning on setting the switches up in here,” Wei Wuxian sat back down. “We could put desks over there.” He nodded to the interior wall. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as he settled into the couch next to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian was quick to lean into him, letting Lan Wangji’s arm settle over his shoulders.

“Maybe,” Wei Wuxian decided with a huff. “I mean, if I did want to get back into streaming I don’t think you’d want our bedroom in the background.” 

“Why not?” Lan Wangji hummed. He felt himself perk up at the idea, it would show to all of Wei Wuxian’s viewers that he was taken. 

“Cause it’s private!” Wei Wuxian looked at him with wide eyes. “I don’t want people seeing where I sleep and,” He trailed off as his face blushed bright red. “I’ll have time to think about it,” He changed the subject. “I’ll have to wait to start streaming anyway.” His eyes dropped to his left hand, his right moving to fiddle with it. 

“You’ll get there,” Lan Wangji moved in, pressing a kiss to his temple. 

“I know they said I don’t have to go to physical therapy every day, but I almost wish I could.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Just to get back to normal as soon as possible, you know?” He looked up at Lan Wangji. 

“Pushing can often lead to breaking.” 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he reached forward for the laptop box. “Let’s see what we can find for desks.” He smiled brightly at Lan Wangji as he opened the box. “Got to put our new toys to good use.” He added with a wink. 

Lan Wangji merely hummed as Wei Wuxian settled back against his side. He didn’t know if he was doing it because of his pack deprivation or because some feelings had already started to warm to him, but Lan Wangji wasn’t going to question it for now. For now he was just going to simply enjoy the feeling of Wei Wuxian next to him. 

He was surprised to find he wanted more only a mere thirty minutes later. 

In his defense, Wei Wuxian’s full attention had shifted to the laptop as he searched for desks. 

“What do you think about this one?” Wei Wuxian hummed tilting the screen so Lan Wangji could see. 

“Mn.” 

“Is that a good ‘mn’ or a bad ‘mn’?” Wei Wuxian arched an eyebrow. 

“Mn.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Do you want to do something else?” 

“No,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Then why do you look like I took your lollipop away?” Wei Wuxian arched his eyebrow. “Are they too expensive?” He looked back to the desk. 

“No,” Lan Wangji sighed. 

“Then what?” 

Deciding it would be easier to show him, Lan Wangji merely wrapped his arms around Wei Wuxian’s waist. He tugged him into his lap, setting his chin on Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. His nose filled with the scent of the perfume, and he loosened his own scent to match. He felt Wei Wuxian tense for a moment, before his body began to melt against Lan Wangji’s. 

“Excuse me, sir.” Wei Wuxian laughed. “I’m supposed to be the attention hog here! I’ve even got a doctor's note.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, shifting to press his lips to the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck. His nose filled with the scent of the perfume Wei Wuxian had bought. He must have put it on his scent gland in an attempt to recreate what wasn’t there. He felt a shiver go down Wei Wuxian’s spine. 

“Maybe two desks are the wrong idea,” Wei Wuxian muttered. Lan Wangji let out an inquisitive hum as he looked up, seeing Wei Wuxian search couples desks into his search bar. “What do you think?” He questioned as he started sorting through the options. Lan Wangji saw one, a slight curve to the long length. He imagined it would make it easy to sit together. 

“That one,” He pointed. 

“Mn, I like that one too.” Wei Wuxian hummed as he loaded it up. “Look, we could even go get it today! We could test out some chairs, never buy a chair your butt hasn’t sat in.” 

“Are you up to it?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Lan Zhan, it’s just picking up a desk!” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes.

“If you get tired,” Lan Wangji started. 

“I will let you know,” He rolled his eyes, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Let me go grab my bandana.” He added as he shut the laptop, sliding off of Lan Wangji’s lap.

“Bandana?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“To cover-” Wei Wuxian stuttered to a stop, his hand falling to his scent gland. Lan Wangji watched the omega’s eyes go wide in thought, his entire body stilling. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Sorry,” He snapped out of his inner turmoil. “I’m just so used to wearing it,” He laughed. “The idea of not wearing it is a little weird.” He rubbed the back of his neck. 

The conversation over dinner flashed into Lan Wangji’s mind. Wei Wuxian had said Madam Yu ingrained the fear into him, as much as Lan Wangji wanted to tell him there was nothing to fear with him present he knew it wasn’t the truth. All it could take was a few minutes and Wei Wuxian could be claimed. Although the bond could be broken, it would still bind him to a stranger for a time. Not to mention the bond would still be painful to break. 

He realized Wei Wuxian wouldn’t be at his side for any company functions any time soon. He knew the type of men who worked in the business world. Men who wouldn’t think twice about claiming another man’s husband, only focused on the status boost having a male omega on their arm would bring. 

“Do what makes you comfortable,” Lan Wangji finally spoke as he stood.  

“How did I know that would be your reply?” Wei Wuxian sighed with a fond smile. “I’m going to grab it, just in case.” He decided. 

Lan Wangji nodded as Wei Wuxian darted off into the closet. He’d been focused on making Wei Wuxain his, he hadn’t considered having to fight to keep him that way. What had his brother called it? Squirrelling Wei Wuxian away? Lan Wangji took a breath, minimizing Wei Wuxian's exposure to the public until their bond was formed wouldn’t turn him into his father. 

At least he hoped. 

Chapter Text

Wei Wuxian groaned as he slumped onto a bench, thanking whoever had the foresight to place it alongside the path. His cane fell against the gravel with a series of bangs, and Wei Wuxian only had the energy to glare at it. After a moment, he found the energy to massage the ache in his leg. The same frustration that made him leave the house crashing over him again. He repeated the words that had become practically a mantra for himself. 

He had a stroke and a heart attack, he should be thankful he wasn’t worse off. 

It was just really hard to make himself see it that way when he kept failing. First he’d forced Lan Wangji to take a break when they were picking out desk chairs, an embarrassing fifteen minutes until he managed to limp his way out. Then there was putting the desks and chairs together. Each time a part or tool hit the floor was like a bullet ripping through his ego. He used to be fantastic at putting things together, from computers to furniture.

Now he was delegated to handing Lan Wangji tools and backseat building. 

Then they finished and started on the video games, and all Wei Wuxian’s excitement had drained away. Maybe he’d been too ambitious, starting off with games like Overcooked and Mario Kart. He didn’t think his left side would impact him that much. 

But after an hour and a half of frustration, Wei Wuxian begrudgingly gave in when Lan Wangji suggested something a bit more sedate. At least the fact he found Animal Crossing completely charming took some of the edge off of not being able to play the others. They’d both played until bed last night, This morning Lan Wangji seemed focused on chores, and after Wei Wuxian fumbled a few of them he thought it might be a good time to go visit Jiang Cheng. 

Lan Wangji had been less than pleased when Wei Wuxian insisted he could handle it on his own. But he’d still given Wei Wuxian the directions, his only insistence that Wei Wuxian take his cane. Wei Wuxian had made up his mind that he wasn’t going to use it on the way out. 

He had to eat his own words, and he’d barely made it out of sight of the house before he had to use the cane. Now, it barely felt like it had been five minutes, but his leg felt like he’d walked for miles. He worked through the exercises the physical therapist had given him, trying to ease some of the aching out of it. 

At least he didn’t have Lan Wangji hovering over him, worried. He knew he was healing, but it didn’t stop the guilt. He tried to shake it, he had a direction now. Lan Wangji had seemed to enjoy playing the games they tried, even with Wei Wuxian’s frustration. It was nice, having someone to play video games with. 

Well, someone he knew well. He’d played with Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng, but Yanli prefered to play the ‘easier’ games and Jiang Cheng had stopped playing as he’d become focused on school. He’d found some new friends within his program, but he’d lost touch with most of them after graduation and the following fire. He had made some friends online, but it wasn’t the same as having someone sitting next to him on the couch. Someone he could nudge and jostle and joke with. Granted, Lan Wangji wasn’t nearly as responsive as Jiang Cheng had been, but Lan Wangji wasn’t Jiang Cheng. 

Reminding himself of the purpose of the visit, he took a deep breath before leaning over to pick his cane up from where it had fallen. His leg still protested as he continued on his way, but he pushed himself through it. The guest house couldn’t be that far off, and he’d be able to rest for longer there. 

It turned out the guest house was that far off. Wei Wuxian was surprised when it came into view, almost wondering if he’d wandered on to someone else’s property. It looked like it had been picked up from suburbia and dropped. It was a stark contrast of the individuality of the main house. It was only the large flower pots on the porch, matching a similar one at the main house, that made Wei Wuxian believe he was in the right place. 

So he hobbled up the steps, leaning against the side of the house as he knocked. Trying to get his weight off of his bad leg. He had to knock again five minutes later. After his third knock he had to hobble over to one of the flower pots. With still no response, Wei Wuxian dug out his phone. 

Twelve messages later, Jiang Cheng was pulling open the front door. His hair was askew, and his eyes looked as tired as the bags under his eyes. He looked almost like a wet owl peering out of its den. He blinked a few times as he found Wei Wuxian. 

“What are you doing here?” 

“Can’t I check up on my baby brother?” Wei Wuxian teased. He tried to get to his feet, but his leg wavered on him. His cane clanged as he used it to catch himself. “Well, are you going to keep me outside on the porch?” 

“Shouldn’t you be schmoozing your husband?” Jiang Cheng questioned, but moved aside to let Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian hobbled after him as he led the way through the house, looking as cookie cutter as the outside. Wei Wuxian couldn't help but wonder what the real story with Lan Wangji’s parents was.  

“He had some chores to do,” Wei Wuxian hummed as they made their way into the kitchen. Jiang Cheng had taken over the dining room table. Well really he’d taken over the whole room. Papers covered nearly every inch of space, and then some. “Besides, I figured he could use a break from me and you could use a break from this.” He gestured with his cane, only to have it fly back to support him. Hitting the kitchen tile with a heavy thump. He eyed a chair, only to find it too had been covered with papers. 

“I’ve got a system,” Jiang Cheng huffed as he moved back to where he’d made his den. A few take out containers poking out from the deepest piles of paper. At least Wei Wuxian knew he was eating.

“A-Cheng, when was the last time you took a break?” 

“Look, the faster I get Lotus Pier back on its feet the sooner we can start relying on Lan Wangji.” Jiang Cheng shot back. The bags under his eyes made him look almost manic. “I’ve got it down to six months.” 

“Six months?” 

“Six months until the initial debts are paid off, the ones covering our medical and personal costs.” Jiang Cheng explained. “The bail out is trickier, but I think I’m getting a grasp on a timeline. If we can get us back up to half of what our production was when mom and dad died, I think we can get it covered in five years.” 

“A-Cheng, you don’t have to pay the Lans back! Me being married to Lan Wangji covers that!” 

“You shouldn’t have had to sell yourself to keep Lotus Pier afloat!” Jiang Cheng shot back. “If I can do this, you can leave him.” 

“A-Cheng, I’m not going back on my word!” 

“I’m not going to let you stay in an unhappy marriage!” Jiang Cheng snapped back. 

“Who says it’s unhappy?” Wei Wuxian questioned. He felt the pain of his leg affecting his mood. “A-Cheng we’ve barely been married for a week! It’s hardly enough time to judge if my marriage is unhappy!” 

“Well, if it is, this will give you an out!” Jiang Cheng huffed. “I’m not going to let you become mom and dad.” 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I knew what I was doing when I signed up for this, and Lan Zhan has been great! I appreciate the option, but I don’t want you working yourself to death just because of it! We both have seen where that can lead.” Wei Wuxian’s hand tightened on his cane. “Besides, Lan Zhan and I are getting on really well! He got me a switch and we’ve been playing together.” 

“Lan Wangji playing video games?” JIang Cheng snorted. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” 

“Then come visit,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “We’ve got Mario Kart, and I’m losey since the surgery so I won’t even have to pretend to lose.” 

“We both know I can beat your ass any day in Mario Kart.” JIang Cheng rose to the challenge. For a moment Wei Wuxian felt it, it was just like before. But then Jiang Cheng’s eyes locked onto something behind Wei Wuxian that sent him scurrying across the kitchen. “That’s where you went!” He muttered to the paper. Wei Wuxian saw a furrow deepen in his brother’s brow. 

“A-Cheng?” He hobbled over. Thankfully Jiang Cheng was too focused to notice the flash of pain on his face. 

“Shit, sorry I’ve got to call Jinzhu.” He hurried back over to a laptop buried in papers. 

“A-Cheng it’s Sunday! She should be home resting! Just like you should be taking a break.” 

“Not when we’ve got to get Lotus Pier up and running,” Jiang Cheng snorted. “She gets it.” 

Wei Wuxian bit back a snarky reply. He wanted to say he got it too, but staring at his overworked brother he didn’t understand why he was pushing so far. They’d been working so hard the last few months, with the Lans help they could finally breathe. Or Wei Wuxian hoped they could. 

Now he saw it was just pushing his brother harder. 

“Do you need any help?” 

“No offense A-Xian, you aren’t exactly well versed in this.” Jiang Cheng didn’t even look up. Instead sorting through his mess to find new papers. 

“Neither are you,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I doubt you took ‘bringing your company back from bankruptcy’ in college.” 

“Well, I’ve been up to my eyeballs in it for the past three months.” Jiang Cheng shot back. “Made me a quick study.” 

“Well,” Wei Wuxian sighed. All the past three months had given him was the ability to make thirty different coffee drinks and a stroke/heart attack combo. Which was Ironically also what he served at the restaurant. “I don’t know, maybe I could help sort this mess. I could answer calls or make calls, something to help.” 

“You said it yourself,” Jiang Cheng hummed. “You did your part by marrying Lan Wangji, I can take it from here.” 

His rebuttal hurt more than Wei Wuxian liked to admit. 

Or maybe it was his leg threatening to give out on him. 

“Just take some breaks, yeah?” Wei Wuxian swallowed around the lump in his throat. Jiang Cheng didn’t even look up as he started to type with one hand, the other searching for his phone. 

“Yeah, I will.” 

“I mean it,” Wei Wuxian wobbled forward. He wondered if this was how Jiang Cheng felt seeing him come back home from back to back shifts. “Weekends exist, so does sleeping.” 

“Mom and dad always put long hours in, I’ll be fine.” Jiang Cheng rolled his eyes, but at least he looked up at Wei Wuxian. 

“Just promise me you’ll come to dinner this week, or something.” Wei Wuxian pressed. “Maybe seeing Lan Zhan and I together will show you that this five year plan isn’t so urgent.” 

“Fine,” JIang Cheng sighed. “I promise.” 

“I’m going to hold you to that.” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I’ll, just let you get back to it then.” He chuckled nervously. 

Jiang Cheng didn’t even try to stop him from leaving. All Wei Wuxian could think as he hobbled back down the gravel path was that Yanli would have known how to get through to him. She would have been able to talk him into a break, or at least a shower. Maybe her marriage with the Jins would have made Jiang Cheng feel less guilty. 

Instead she was in a coma and Wei Wuxian was here making a mess of everything. He and Jiang Cheng had always had a prickly brother relationship. They were always competing, but it made both of them better. Now Wei Wuxian could only wish he’d asked Yanli for tips on how to be more like her. 

He couldn’t help but wonder if they’d all be better off if he was in a coma and Jiang Yanli was awake. 

The idea hit him like a dump truck, but it wasn’t what knocked him off his feet. That would be his leg giving out on him. The impact in the gravel knocked the air from his lungs and left him weezing. All he could do was focus on his breathing. 

And deal with the reminder of how badly he’d fucked this all up. 

Since he was alone, face down in the gravel, he let himself cry. He didn’t do it often, he’d long learned tears didn’t do anything. They didn’t fill his belly or make him warm. The most they seemed to do was invite a beating. He just had to buckle down and get through it and work harder. 

But Wei Wuxian couldn’t work his way out of this. 

He’d just proven he couldn’t power through his leg being weak. He should have stuck around at the guest house longer, or sat on the front porch until the ache subsided. Instead, he’d over worked himself again. Even now his leg was screaming at him.

But he was terrible at waiting. He always burnt his tongue on soup, even though Yanli reminded him to wait every time. When Madam Yu pulled him from school after his presentation, he was the one who dived into getting his GED. He’d been too impatient to learn how to handle being an omega, he’d refused to put his life on hold. He’d pushed Madam Yu to let him just take suppressants and be done with it, eager to lock his omega side away. Now here he was relying on it. 

Maybe Jiang Cheng’s urgency was good. Wei Wuxian would probably do something to fuck up his relationship with Lan Wangji by then. It was a miracle he didn’t balk the moment he learned Wei Wuxian had a stroke. 

You’re always dismal when you’re crying, A-Xian. Things will look better when you're done. Jian Yanli’s voice rang through his mind. His sister was helpful even when she wasn’t there. He was more surprised to hear Lan Wangji’s follow it. Strokes can also cause bouts of depression, and extreme emotion.

True enough, as his tears started to ebb so did his sour mood. 

He sniffed as he reminded himself what he was doing. He was working on becoming what Lan Wangji and the rest of the Lans wanted. He was attending physical therapy, doing his at home exercises. He wasn’t impassive, he wasn’t doing nothing. He just had to learn not to push so hard. 

His improved move didn’t change the fact his leg protested the moment he tried to put any weight on it. He could only chew his lip as he realized his cane had somehow ended up nearly ten feet from him. He could feel sweat sliding down his back, from the exhaustion and the sun which was now high overhead. Worst off all, he could feel the first burrs of a headache as his mouth ran dry. 

He chewed his lip as he dug out of his phone. He had a white knight on speed dial. A white knight who probably wouldn’t let him go to visit Jiang Cheng on his own again once he found out Wei Wuxian pushed too hard. 

Then again, he definitely wouldn’t be happy if he found out Wei Wuxian gave himself a heat stroke. It didn’t keep a wave of embarrassment from crashing over him as he dialed the number. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji answered before the first ring could finish.  

“Hey,” Wei Wuxian nervously chuckled. “I,” His voice faltered. 

“What’s wrong?” Lan Wangji questioned when Wei Wuxian failed to continue. HIs pride made the words stick in his throat. 

“I might have pushed too hard,” Wei Wuxian finally admitted. “I-I fell, I’m not hurt!” He hurried to assure when he heard motion on the other side of the line. “I just can’t get to my cane, and my leg hurts. From the size of this place I figured you must have your own search and rescue team,” He tried to joke. 

“On my way.” 

Wei Wuxian tried not to feel utterly humiliated when the line cut off. He had to settle for just feeling plain humiliated. He might not have the dutiful and sweet part of being an omega down, but he sure as hell nailed the damsel in distress. He wiped at his face, hoping he’d make the evidence of his crying session go away before Lan Wangji appeared. 

He barely finished when he heard the sound of gravel flying. He shifted and was rewarded with the sight of Lan Wangji bolting down the gravel walkway as if he was competing with Usain Bolt. He slowed, pulling off a graceful slide to his knees next to Wei Wuxian. His gaze and hands were gentle as they checked for injuries. 

“Only injured in my pride,” Wei Wuxian assured him. “I know, I shouldn’t have pushed. I just-” He broke off. He couldn’t say it was because of Jiang Cheng, he had a feeling Lan Wangji already disliked him. “I just thought I could push through it. Lesson learned the hard way,” He let out a humorless chuckle as his hand moved to massage his leg. 

“Do you want me to carry you, or get your cane?” 

Wei Wuxian was surprised that Lan Wangji even offered. As much as he wanted to walk, he already felt like crap. On top of it he’d made Lan Wangji run all the way out here. He swallowed his pride before he spoke. 

“Could you carry me?” He hated how timid it sounded. 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji seemed to soften. “I’ll grab your cane first.” 

“Thanks,” Wei Wuxian murmured as he watched him pick it up. He took it so Lan Wangji could hoist him up, tucking him against his chest. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t be.” 

“But I pushed, like you warned me not to.” 

“You’ve learned a limit,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed his name. “You could at least say I told you so.” 

“You called me for help,” Lan Wangji murmured back. Wei Wuxian felt his face flush as he recognized a tone of pride in his voice. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian could only hum. “My white knight on speed dial.” 

That earned him a kiss on the forehead. He only exhaled then, relaxing into Lan Wangji as he carried him in. 

“I’ll run you a hot bath, a soak will help with the pain.” Lan Wangji murmured as he set him on the bed, another kiss to the forehead before he moved to the bathroom. 

Wei Wuxian could only sigh as he set the cane against the nightstand, pausing as he heard music. He wiggled on the bed, bringing the TV screen into view. He paused as he recognized Lan Wangji’s villager on the screen, its round hand posed on its chin as it contemplated the inventory slots floating above his head. 

70,000 bells was a lot more than he’d had the night before. 

“Lan Zhan, were you playing animal crossing?” Wei Wuxian was almost unbelieving when Lan Wangji came back into the room. He caught sight of Lan Wangji’s red ears as he ducked to pick him up. 

“I wanted to know what the museum would look like.” 

“Uh huh,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “And all those bells?” 

“The museum doesn’t take duplicates.” Lan Wangji seemed to hesitate. “Should I have waited for you?” 

“No!” Wei Wuxian rushed to assure him. “I’m just really happy you’re playing on your own! You’re enjoying it?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed.“My airport is now open,” He informed him as they walked to the bathroom. “We can visit each other.” 

“I’ll hurry in the bath.” 

“Soaking should not be hurried.” 

“But I want to visit your island!” Wei Wuxian pouted. “I’m gonna steal all your weeds.” 

“Too late, I have picked them all.” 

“I bet you missed one.” 

“I have not.” Lan Wangji replied. “Soak for at least ten minutes.” 

“You know,” Wei Wuxian hummed as Lan Wangji set him on the edge of the tub. “The switch is portable.” 

“It is.” Lan Wangji seemed to hesitate.

“It means I could play it from the bathtub.” Wei Wuxian grinned. “You could even join me, to make sure I soak properly.” 

He watched Lan Wangji blink for a moment, as if Wei Wuxian had blue screened him. 

“I will bring your switch,” Lan Wangji leaned in to kiss him. 

Wei Wuxian beamed as he watched Lan Wangji go. The water was still steaming, giving off a sweet scent from whatever Lan Wangji had put in it. He stripped, and couldn’t help but moan as he slid into the water, the heat just on the right side of too hot. He could already feel his muscles loosening. He let his head fall back and his eyes drift closed as he enjoyed it for a moment. 

“Give me a second and I can make room.” Wei Wuxian hummed as he heard Lan Wangji return. 

“No need.” 

That made Wei Wuxian crack open an eye, seeing Lan Wangji settling by the side of the tub. 

“Lan Zhan, when I meant join me I meant in the water.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “I do not wish to drop the switch in.” 

“You won’t.” 

“Our previous gaming has proven otherwise.” 

“I shoved you once during Mario Kart!” 

“Four times,” Lan Wangji replied, turning his attention to his own switch in his hands. 

“I didn’t shove you four times.” 

“Correct,” Lan Wangji’s mouth curved up. “It was six.” 

“Lan Zhan!” 

“I counted.” 

“I’m so stealing your flowers now too,” Wei Wuxian huffed as he booted up his switch. “And your fruit!” 

“Unlikely.” 

“Oh yeah, and what are you gonna do to stop me?” 

“You are currently incapable of running.” 

“You wouldn’t dare.” 

“Take my cherries and find out.” 

Wei Wuxian laughed as he loaded in, sneaking a look at Lan Wangji out of the corner of his eye. His own smile growing as he saw the slight curve of Lan Wangji’s lips, his attention focused on the game. Proof he was doing something right. 

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Wei Wuxian sighed as he stretched, his back popping as he did. He glanced over at the clock on the mantel place. His gaze dropped back down to switch screen in his lap, his own little villager running in circles as he boredly played with the joystick. He pouted at the rabbit tucked under his arm, poking its nose in his boredom. 

Normally he could spend hours playing video games. He’d even attempted some twenty four hour streams back in college. But now? 

He tried not to glare at his left hand as he repeated his mantra. He could be in a wheelchair, or not able to use his left hand at all. He shouldn’t be moody just because he couldn’t play more involved games. Animal crossing worked without too many issues, and Wei Wuxian suspected there were a few more in the pile he could play. 

But he found himself wanting to wait for Lan Wangji. After his bath, and the following hours of playing together, he’d been giddy with how much fun Lan Wangji seemed to be having. The alpha had even took his switch to work, so he could play on his lunch break. He’d given Wei Wuxian the excuse he’d wanted to ‘keep up’ with him, but Wei Wuxian suspected there was more to it. He’d already scouted out some other farming/building simulators for the future. 

It only reminded him of his current dilemma. 

He’d done everything he could on Animal Crossing for the day. Lan Wangji didn’t have any streaming apps, and there was only so much Youtube Wei Wuxian could watch before he started to get bored. He’d come up with a few ideas for Lotus Pier’s logos, but then everything he tried started to look the same. He’d tried some coding, but even his typing speed was off. He’d look up and find he’d fucked up the lines he was working on because he was hitting the keys at different times than he expected. So he grabbed his switch and camped out in the library, waiting for Lan Wangji to come home. 

He didn’t think today would be so bad.

Lan Wangji had spent time with him, but he was largely silent. Which was why Wei Wuxian hadn’t expected to feel so lonely when he went to work. He’d even found himself taking the rabbit around the house with him, as if it was some sort of replacement. He figured it must be his omega brain zeroing in on the sandalwood scent that still wafted out from it.  He glanced at the clock again, sighing as he realized he still had two hours. Propping his head on the rabbit, he turned his attention back to the game. 

He was catching his twenty fourth butterfly in the last hour when a thought struck him. It led him into the kitchen, flipping open the ‘heart healthy’ cookbook that now lived on the kitchen counter. Looking through the fridge was the far more helpful act, and within minutes he had ingredients laid out and music blasting. He had to drag a stool in to sit on, but he managed. 

Which probably was why he didn’t notice Lan Wangji coming in. He was just singing into the spatula, wiggling his ass to Mama Mia only to turn and see Lan Wangji leaning against the doorway to the kitchen. 

“Lan Zhan!” He yelped as he dove for his phone. His weight hitting the counter top as he used it to support himself. The sounds of ABBA cut out, leaving Wei Wuxian’s nervous laughter to fill the new silence. “I didn’t hear you come in.” He offered, just jumped as the oven timer went off. “That’s dinner!” 

He grabbed for the oven mits, quickly rescuing the salmon and roasted sweet potatoes. He kicked the oven door closed with his bad leg, pleased to see it could at least do something. He set the pans on the stove top, shifting his weight to his good leg. 

“I hope you didn’t have any plans for the salmon or sweet potatoes,” Wei Wuxian offered as he plated the food. “Crap, I should have texted to ask.” He realized. Just as he turned to apologize he felt Lan Wangji’s arms wrap around his waist. “I suppose I should give you a proper welcome home.” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he twisted in Lan Wangji’s arms. “Hello,” He smiled as he wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck. 

“Hello,” Lan Wangji murmured back, before leaning in to kiss him. Wei Wuxian smiled as he leaned into it. He could feel Lan Wangji sigh as it shifted into a hug, his sweet sandalwood scent slowly releasing. 

“How was your day?” Wei Wuxian questioned, a hand coming up to massage the back of Lan Wangji’s head. 

“Fine,” Lan Wangji sighed. “I had no plans for the salmon or sweet potatoes, other than eating them.” 

“Good,” Wei Wuxian hummed, tilting his head to press a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek as they parted. “We should eat it before it gets cold. What do you want to drink?” 

“I’ll make tea,” Lan Wangji replied, already moving to put the kettle on. 

“Make some for me too,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he grabbed the plated food. “Hope you don’t mind the breakfast nook, less of a hobble for me.” He offered as he grabbed his cane from where it was leaning against the table. He used it to cross to the fridge, pulling out the melon he’d sliced earlier. 

“I use it for guests,” Lan Wangji replied, bringing over the tea. “How is your leg?”
“Still a bit sore from yesterday,” Wei Wuxian admitted as “Can we leave the stool in the kitchen? Can’t really cane and cook.” 

“We could get one that rolls,” Lan Wangji’s eyes flickered to it.

“That would actually be great,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “At least if you want me to cook.” 

 “I didn’t know you cooked.” 

“Yanli is the real cook in the family,” Wei Wuxian replied with a smile. “She banned me from cooking for her, she said I used way too many spices. Seeing how you have a disappointing amount in your kitchen I figured I’d be safe.” 

Lan Wangji brought the tea over once it was finished, pouring them both a mug. Wei Wuxian smiled as they settled in. He kept an eye on Lan Wangji, his eyes following the path of his fork as he took his first bite. 

 “Well? Are you retracting the statement I can cook?” 

“It’s good,” Lan Wangji replied. His hand reached out across the table for Wei Wuxian’s. Wei Wuxian grinned as he took it. “You don’t have to cook.” 

“Please, I was going crazy.” Wei Wuxian snorted. “I went from having three jobs to nothing, my hand made it harder to play games the way I wanted to. So I ended up being a little bored.” He explained with a sigh. “I was wondering if I could sign up for some subscriptions? Like Netflix or something?” 

“You don’t need to ask,” Lan Wangji replied. “You are free to use your card however you wish.” 

“Sorry, I guess that’s going to take some getting used to.” Wei Wuxian squeezed Lan Wangji’s hand. He got a light squeeze back. Even with the Jiangs, Wei Wuxian had always had to ask before spending money. He’d gotten an allowance, but he’d been terrified to use when he first arrived. 

“Keys for the cars are all kept in the garage,” Lan Wangji continued. 

“Cars?” Wei Wuxian repeated. “You have multiple cars?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “One is already on loan to your brother.” 

“Cars,” Wei Wuxian repeated. “You know, I really forgot what living with someone rich was like.” He sighed. “I know, I’m rich now.” He corrected it before Lan Wangji could. 

“Your bank card is in the mail,” Lan Wangji added. 

“God, I don’t even want to know what your bank account looks like.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Our bank account.” He corrected himself before Lan Wangji could again. “Just feels weird to think of something as mine when I haven’t contributed to it.” 

“You are welcome to deposit your paychecks into it.” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to laugh, Lan Wangji’s interest was probably larger than his pay checks. “I’ll give you the information after dinner.”

“Right, I’m going to have to go pick those up.” Wei Wuxian realized. “Closing out my bank account so I have to stop paying empty fees would probably be smart too.” He chuckled. “Guess I have a plan for tomorrow before physical therapy!” 

“Be careful,” Lan Wangji pressed. 

“I will,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “I’ve got my check up and therapist meeting on Thursday.” He added. “So at least I’ll have something to do.” 

“Would you like me to come?” 

“I think Dr. Wen will be a lot better than Dr. Feng,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. He didn’t really need to drag Lan Wangji away from work to watch a doctor test his reflexes or talk about himself. “So I should be fine. If I’m not, they’ll get the wrath of my alpha.” He teased. “I was gonna ask, is there anything I should do as your husband?”

Lan Wangji looked up at him, a blank look on his face. 

“Be yourself.” 

“Ah, no that’s not what I meant,” Wei Wuxian realized. “I guess I meant it more as a Lan spouse? I know the Lans have a reputation, and the business world can be nasty. I know what I do as your spouse or family reflects on the company. Or at least that’s what Madam Yu always told us. I was wondering if I need to read up on anything? Or like investigate some charities I can get involved in? There’s a few I did streams for back in college.” 

Wei Wuxian watched Lan Wangji sit back in his chair, his thumb rubbing softly against where he held Wei Wuxian’s hand. A napkin wiped Lan Wangji’s mouth before he set it on the table. The delayed response only amped up Wei Wuxian’s nerves. 

“I’ve asked you to be excused for the time being,” Lan Wangji finally spoke. 

“What?” Wei Wuxian blinked. “If this is about my health, I can socialize without straining myself.”

“There are some,” Lan Wangji’s eyebrows quirked together. “Trying people.” 

“Lan Zhan, I grew up with Jin Zixuan visiting every summer.” Wei Wuxian snorted. “I’m pretty sure I can handle trying.” He caught a sigh escaping Lan Wangji. “Okay, so I punched him once! I think one punch during the ten some years I knew him was pretty good!” 

“I’d like our relationship to be more stable,” Lan Wangji admitted softly. “There are many alphas that attend.” An emphasis put on alphas. 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breathed.

He hadn’t even considered that. He was stupid not to, Lan Wangji swam in the same waters as the Wens. Even the Jins were bad if you weren’t on their side. History was full of alphas who locked away their omegas, all worried that someone would steal them away. Without a mating mark, their relationship was just on paper. All it takes is a few minutes, and then you're theirs in the eyes of many. Afterall, who's going to believe an omega over an alpha? Madam Yu’s voice sounded in Wei Wuxian’s mind. Wei Wuxian unconsciously shivered, a hand coming up to settle over his mating gland. 

“Wei Ying.”

 Wei Wuxian snapped out of his thoughts, offering a bright smile to the furrowed brow and steady gaze of Lan Wangji. He quickly dropped his hand from his neck. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “I guess Madam Yu’s stories affected me more than I thought.” He offered sheepishly. “I’m fine with waiting until you mark me.” He squeezed Lan Wangji’s hand.

He was surprised to find Lan Wangji standing in response. Moving over to slip onto the same bench as Wei Wuxian pulling him close. The warm sandalwood scent reached out with his arms. A soothing soft purr sounding off.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian questioned, confused by the sudden affection. Not that he didn’t mind it. 

“I worried you unnecessarily,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “You know me and my bad memory. It’s probably best if I have things to remind me. However, it doesn’t mean I shouldn’t be prepared for it when we do.” 

“You’ll need suits,” Lan Wangji offered as a moment thought. His hand reached out, pulling his plate to Wei Wuxian’s side of the table so he could continue eating. 

“Right! I get to be fancy for all your events,” Wei Wuxian grinned at him. “God, I haven’t had to worry about suits since I was a teenager.” Back when he still made appearances with the Jiang Family. The events he’d pass on, but he did miss stepping out with his pack. The fun games they had invented to keep themselves amused during the long hours. 

“I can give you the family tailor,” Lan Wangji nodded. Right, Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened with the realization the Lans were probably too good for off the rack. 

“Any guidelines to follow?” Wei Wuxian questioned. Lan Wangji raised an eyebrow. “You know, like no wild prints or double breasted jackets cause your Uncle will see me as the bane of his existence.” 

“Get what you like,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Now is that because your uncle won’t care, or because he already sees me as the bane of his existence?” Wei Wuxian teased. He laughed as Lan Wangji lifted Wei Wuxian’s hand, pressing a kiss into the back of it. “I’ll see about making an appointment. Maybe in a few weeks? I’ll probably gain some weight back now that I’m eating normally again. I’ll probably get an updated timeline on when I can stop my suppressants on Thursday.” He bit at the prongs of his fork as he thought. 

He hadn’t realized until he started wearing the perfume how much he missed his scent. He’d barely had it before he went on suppressants, but he’d always scent things during his heats. They became his nest building blocks, usually their scent faded just as it was time for his next heat. He’d never gone this long without something that smelled like him. He’d found himself filling the gaps with the perfume and even Lan Wangji’s scent. A sense of excitement was building, waiting for the day he’d have his scent back. 

Then there was the other thing that would happen when he went off his suppressants. He glanced over at Lan Wangji, who was finishing off the last of his dinner. His mind flashed back to their first morning together, the hardness pressed up against him. 

Of all the things he expected that wasn’t one of them. 

He hummed as Lan Wangji stood, collecting their empty dishes. Wei Wuxian sheepishly offered his own fork when Lan Wangji held his hands out for it. He propped his chin up on his hand as he watched Lan Wangji move through the kitchen, rinsing off plates and sliding them into the dishwasher. 

He let his eyes drift the length of Lan Wangji as he moved. He was undeniably gorgeous, Wei Wuxian had known that from the moment he met him. Now, knowing that he’d be at the mercy of that body as it unraveled him. 

“Wei Ying?” 

“Sorry!” Wei Wuxian was shaken out of his hornier train of thoughts. “Just thinking.” 

“Games?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian grinned. 

“Did you have time to work on your island at lunch?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “I’ll meet you up stairs,” He crossed the kitchen to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead. Wei Wuxian let out a little whine as he pouted, tilting his head up. He earned a fond huff as Lan Wangji pressed a kiss to his lips this time. 

“I found this really cool otter!” Wei Wuxian announced as he bounced up, grabbing his switch from where he’d left it on the counter. His cane keeping an excited tempo as he headed for the stairs. “You get him when you're swimming, you can do that by getting a suit from the vending machine.” He explained, starting up the stairs when Lan Wangji slipped off to his office. 

Wei Wuxian was already settled in the couch by the time Lan Wangji appeared, a blanket big enough for the both of them over his shoulders. He arched an eyebrow at the small booklet in Lan Wangji’s hands. 

“Bank information,” Lan Wangji explained as he handed it to Wei Wuxian. 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he took it, flipping through to find the relevant information. Lan Wangji took a seat next to him, popping open his briefcase and withdrawing his switch. Wei Wuxian tossed the rest of the blanket over Lan Wangji’s shoulders as he wiggled his way closer, booting up his own. 

“I can’t wait until we can do terrain stuff,” Wei Wuxian huffed as jealousy eyed Lan Wangji’s waterfall. He’d paid more attention to Lan Wangji’s in the last 20 minutes than his own, having gotten more than enough of his own island for the day. 

“You have waterfalls,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Yeah, but not in a cool spot! Yours is right by your house!” Wei Wuxian pouted. “I have to get a bridge to get closer to mine.” 

“In time,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he saved his island. He saw Lan Wangji shoot him a curious gaze. “Sorry, it’s really the only game I’ve been able to play,” He held up his left hand. “Feel free to continue though! I was going to see if I could set up some subscriptions on the TV, maybe watch something.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as Wei Wuxian settled back against him with the remote. 

Once Wei Wuxian had it all set up, he noticed Lan Wangji saving his own game. His attention turned towards the TV. 

 “Want to watch something with me?” He questioned. He got a small nod. “What do you like to watch? He laughed when all he got was silence. “Don’t tell me you bought the TV just for me.” 

“You enjoyed it in the hospital.” Lan Wangji replied. 

“You’re too sweet,” Wei Wuxian hummed, leaning over to kiss Lan Wangji. “Well, I guess we’ll just have to find out what you like. I watch pretty much everything. Let me know if you see anything that seems interesting.” 

He idly started flipping through, surprised when Lan Wangji let out a hum of interest. 

“Mama Mia?” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “You aren’t teasing me for my embarrassing dancing, are you?” 

“Wei Ying looked good dancing,” Lan Wangji replied. “I believe a musical would be enjoyable.”

“And so you picked Mama Mia over Phantom of the Opera,” Wei Wuxian teased. Lan Wangji nodded. “Alright, but remember you picked this.” He hummed as he pressed play.

And if Wei Wuxian did a bit more singing than watching, Lan Wangji didn’t seem to mind. 

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“Wangji you wanted-” 

Lan Wangji looked up from the switch in his hands to see his brother in his office doorway. His jaw was slack, as if he couldn’t believe the sight in front of him. Lan Wangji arched his eyebrow as he saved his game, setting the switch aside. 

“What did you need?” Lan Wangji prodded, his brother’s gaze following the switch as he set it aside. 

“You,” Lan Xichen’s brow furrowed, a smile curving up his lips. “Were you playing a video game?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji’s gaze dropped to the switch. “Wei Ying and I have been playing Animal Crossing.” 

“Animal Crossing,” Lan Xichen repeated. “The one where you can build your own island and manage little villagers.” 

“There is also a museum element that is quite engaging.” 

“And you're playing it at work,” Lan Xichen’s smile grew wider.

  “I am on lunch break,” Lan Wangji rebutted. 

“Of course you are,” Lan Xichen chuckled. “Not like I’ve been bothering you to take them since you started full time.” 

“What did you need?” Lan Wangji resisted the urge to sigh at his brother. 

“Oh, you wanted to see me.” Lan Xichen lifted up his phone. “I quote, “Not urgent but I would like to discuss something with you.’” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “Do you still have contacts at the Performance Center?”

“I thought you had an in for orchestra tickets,” Lan Xichen blinked. 

“I am not looking for orchestra tickets,” Lan Wangji shot back. He wouldn’t have to ask for orchestra tickets. 

“What are you looking for then?” 

“Mama Mia.” 

There was a moment’s silence before Lan Xichen started laughing. Lan Wangji sighed, interlacing his fingers as he waited for his brother to finish. His brother’s eyes widened at the act, his laughter dying. 

“You’re serious?” Lan Xichen blinked. “You actually want tickets for Mama Mia.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“You.” 

“Wei Ying enjoys it,” Lan Wangji sighed, seeing his brother was having a hard time wrapping his head around the idea. 

“I thought you hated pop music,” Lan Xichen pressed as he sat down. 

“The songs in the show are catchy,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Two tickets?” Lan Xichen questioned. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“I’ll get them for you,” Lan Xichen nodded. “Although it isn’t scheduled to be in town for a few weeks.” 

“Charge my account,” Lan Wangji nodded. It was what sold him on the idea, as it was well after Wei Wuxian should be able to stop his suppressants. Meaning by then they’d be bonded.

The dark theater around them, Wei Wuxian tucked against his side. The softest sound of him humming along under his breath. A plush thigh underneath Lan Wangji’s palm, a teasing kiss to his cheek as it slowly drifted upwards.  

“Consider this a gift,” Lan Xichen smiled, breaking Lan Wangji from his thoughts. “Only a weekend of marriage and Wei Wuxian has you taking lunch breaks and going out for social events. He deserves a reward. How is he settling in?” 

“Well,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Did the stroke affect him heavily? He didn’t seem too affected when I saw him.” 

“His fine motor skills on his left side have been hindered, and he has difficulty standing and walking for more than a few minutes on his own.” Lan Wangji explained. “It can frustrate him.” 

“Shame that happened,” Lan Xichen sighed. “No doubt you would have been bonded by now if it hadn’t.” 

“His health is most important,” Lan Wangji felt his ears flush red. 

“At least it’s put Uncle off of hounding you for children,” Lan Xichen continued to prod. 

The feeling of a stomach pulled taught under his finger tips. The softest kick of his pup from within. A hum of excitement as a hand settled over where his own was resting. ‘Must be excited to meet their dad!’ Lan Wangji shook the images from his mind. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Are you going to wait? It might be hard to hold him off.” 

“I,” Lan Wangji started taking a deep breath. “I want our relationship to be stable before we progress.” 

“You think he’ll love you?” Lan Xichen cocked his head. 

“Is it that hard to believe?” Lan Wangji tried not to huff. Cold and aloof, yet insanely jealous. That was what his previous partners had said. The betas claimed he let his biology rule him, while he merely clashed with the alphas. But Wei Wuxian, he hadn’t complained. The attention that usually got Lan Wangji complaints was instead greedily hoarded, it was nice.  

“I didn’t mean it that way,” Lan Xichen sighed. “I suppose I haven’t had much time to see you two together.”

“You are welcome to come over for dinner,” Lan Wangji hummed. “Jiang Wanyin will be coming for one soon.” 

“I will check my schedule,” Lan Xichen nodded as he stood. “In the meantime I’ll see if I can get you some tickets. Any specific date?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. “Just good seats.” 

“Any other musicals?” 

“Not at the moment,” Lan Wangji replied. “Also, I’d like to propose research into creating cheap, but safe suppressants for the market.” 

“I’ll arrange a meeting.” Lan Xichen nodded. 

“Have we considered buying fast food chains?” Lan Wangji added, the thought still in the back of his mind. 

“We focus on healthy living businesses,” Lan Xichen laughed. “Why?” 

“I wish to have someone fired,” Lan Wangji replied simply as he picked up his switch again. 

“Oh?” Lan Xichen arched an eyebrow. “This wouldn’t happen to be an establishment that Wei Wuxian used to work at.” 

“Mn.”
“Let me make a few calls before you buy out the franchise,” Lan Xichen hummed with a chuckle. 

Chapter Text

Smoke filled his lungs, stinging his eyes as they watered. Adrenaline pushed him on. A soot covered hand came up to shield his eyes from the flames. There was a creak, and he barely got out of the way as a heavy support beam came crashing down. 

“A-Cheng! A-Li!” He screamed. He stumbled around the corner. “A-Li!” He screamed as he saw a pair of legs sticking out from under a beam. Tugging his sweatshirt sleeves down over his hands, he lifted the beam off. He stuttered to a stop as he revealed the body. 

“Mom?” He breathed. “Mom!” He screeched falling to his knees. 

“A-Ying,” The voice coughed, before the light in her eyes faded.

“Mom,” He breathed. He looked around, spotting a pair of work boots under another beam. “Dad!” He scurried over kicking the beam off. He saw another pair of legs in the distance. “A-Cheng! No!’ He panicked, each time he saved someone he saw another in the distance. Jiang Yanli, Madam Yu, Uncle Jiang. How was he going to save them all?

“Wei Ying!” 

Wei Wuxian bolted awake, his chest heaving. He could hear his own heartbeat, pounding wildly in his ears. He tried to take a deep breath, but he swore he could feel smoke in his lungs sending him coughing.  Somehow through it all, he felt a warmth settle on his lower back. 

“Wei Ying?” 

But Wei Wuxian was all fear and instincts. It was all he could do to let out a distracted hum as he leaned into the warmth. He closed his eyes as his coughing subsided, allowing him to breath in the soothing sandalwood scent curling around him. He nuzzled closer to it, feeling another arm wrap around him. He felt his heartbeat fade, replaced by the sound of humming. A hand carding through his hair. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian muttered once he could speak. “Just a bad dream, I didn’t mean to wake you up.” 

“Do they happen often?” Lan Wangji questioned softly. Wei Wuxian shifted, technically they didn’t recently happen often. He’d been too tired when he crawled into bed recently, not to mention not sleeping for long enough to have dreams, let alone nightmares. 

“Hard to say,” He muttered into Lan Wangji’s neck. He peered  over Lan Wangji’s shoulder at the clock on his nightstand. Two a.m. blinked back at him. “You should get back to sleep, you have to get up in a few hours.” He added, pulling away from him. 

“It’s fine,” Lan Wangji replied. His arms instantly moved to pull him back. Wei Wuxian gave a tired chuckle. 

“I’m just going to wash my face,” He dropped a kiss on Lan Wangji’s chest. “I’ll be back to sleep before you know it.” He could see the hesitation in Lan Wangji’s face as he pulled away. “Go back to sleep,” He tried to assure him with a soft smile. 

The moment he had to turn away he let the smile drop. He carded his hands through his hair as he crossed to the bathroom.He flicked on the light as he closed the door behind him. As he crossed to the sink and saw his reflection, he realized why Lan Wangji had looked so concerned. He was pale and sweaty, which only made the dark circles under his eyes look worse. He sighed as he turned on the tap, leaning forward to splash water on his face. 

He let his hands fall to either side of the sink, staying there. Just watching the water drip off his face, sliding down the marble of the sink. His eyes latched on to one singular drop, tracking it all the way down. Once he failed to find a drop to follow, he buried his face in the ridiculously fluffy towels Lan Wangji had. He sighed as he dropped it back on the rack. He let his hands reach up, working out the tension in his neck. He wondered how long it would take for Lan Wangji to fall asleep. 

He’d left his laptop on the coffee table. Once Lan Wangji was asleep he could snag it and a pair of headphones, marathon some videos. Once it was time for Lan Wangji to get up for work, he could pretend to be asleep. Once he was gone he could just resume, hopefully he’d be tired enough when the next night came around to not worry about nightmares. Wei Wuxian sighed, he was probably safe to sneak back in. 

“Lan Zhan!” He jumped, a hand falling to his chest. Lan Wangji was standing in the doorway of the bathroom, watching him carefully. “Don’t scare me like that!” 

“You weren’t coming back to bed,” Lan Wangji replied, crossing to Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian sighed as Lan Wangji wrapped his arms around his waist. 

“You were supposed to fall asleep before you realized,” He replied. His hands fidgeted, adjusting the front of Lan Wangji’s pajamas. 

“What can I do?” Lan Wangji questioned, a thumb rubbing against Wei Wuxian’s side. Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“I suppose getting you to go back to sleep is out of the question?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Lan Zhan you have work!” Wei Wuxian whined. “I don’t want you to be tired, we have dinner with A-Cheng tonight too.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji pressed. He leaned forward, nuzzling his nose against Wei Wuxian’s cheek. 

“Lan Zhan!” He shot back. He sighed as he got a pair of puppy dog eyes, paired with a soft pur. Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to stamp his foot, he was supposed to be the adorable one in this relationship. It was unfair that Lan Wangji was stealing his go to schmoozing skills. “I was going to watch some videos,” He gave in. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, tugging Wei Wuxian back towards the bedroom. He scooped up the laptop before directing them to the bed. 

Wei Wuxian sighed as they settled back into the bed, tucking himself against Lan Wangji’s side as he balanced the laptop in his own lap. He flipped through the options, before settling on a documentary about snow leopards. He settled in, mindlessly internalizing the tibids about the large cats. Lan Wangji’s purr buzzed in his ear, and the soft scent of sandalwood encompassed him. 

The next thing he knew he was waking up. Sunlight streaming in from the large windows. His brow furrowed as he turned over, seeing it was near noon. Despite the time, it smelled like Lan Wangji had only just left. As Wei Wuxian sat up, he found the reason. The pajamas Lan Wangji had been wearing were tucked in next to him. As well as the stuffed rabbit. 

Wei Wuxian sighed to himself as he grabbed the bunny, burying his face in it for a moment. He hadn’t gone back to sleep after a nightmare since Jiang Yanli would come and sit with him.  They’d watch movies or tv until he nodded off to the sweet soothing scent of lotus flowers. Jiang Cheng had tried, but his scent just didn’t work. Strange to think Lan Wangji’s could, then again he was perhaps the calmest person Wei Wuxian had ever met. 

He pushed it out of his mind as he rolled out of bed, tossing Lan Wangji’s pajamas into the laundry hamper as he went about his morning routine. He checked his phone when he got out of the shower, finding a text from Lan Wangji. He tugged on a pair of underwear before replying.

Good morning, I hope your sleep was undisturbed. Wei Wuxian chuckled at the wording. 

I should be more worried about you. He texted back. Am I going to get an angry email from Old Man Lan about how I kept his favorite student up past his bedtime? 

Uncle is no longer in charge of my bedtime. 

Says the man who still goes to bed at nine. 

Eight hours of sleep is healthy. 

Which I’m confident you did not get, Wei Wuxian sent back as he leaned against the bathroom counter, toweling off his hair. He remembered going through at least two documentaries. I’m sorry, anything I can do to make it up to you?

It is not necessary. 

LAN ZHAAAAN . He tried to mimic his voice in text. After a beat, he sent a pouty faced selfie on snapchat. 

Wei Ying!

Wei Wuxian blinked, wondering why that sounded like it was a reprimand. His brow furrowed further as he got the notification of a snapchat being screenshotted. 

?

Pay attention to your selfies.

Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed, pay attention? He brought his camera back up,  positioning the same way. His brow furrowed as he looked at the image, sure he wasn’t wearing a shirt but he had a towel around his shoulders! It wasn’t like anything was-

Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide as his eyes dropped to the bottom of the photo.

More specifically his ass. 

Wei Wuxian’s face flushed a furious shade of red as he dropped his phone. Of course he’d tugged a pair of the jockstrap styled ones on, so the only hint of underwear was the two straps over his ass cheeks. The straps that help lift his bum a bit, which might be why he liked the style in the first place. And because they let his vagina air out. 

After the mortifying embarrassment faded, he looked back at the photo he recreated. The counter helped lift his butt as well, making it look particularly pert. As far as accidently lewd selfies whent, this one almost looked planned. Not to mention pretty good. It gave Wei Wuxian  courage to type his response. 

Whoops? But are you really complaining? I saw your snapshot ;P

I have a meeting. We will discuss this when I get home. 

Wei Wuxian chuckled as he wandered out of the bathroom. Part of him wondered if he should snap another one, intentionally this time just to tease. He tugged on a pair of joggers and a tee shirt, pausing as he stared at the nearly empty half of the closet that was his. 

He’d barely managed to temper Lan Wangji’s urge to buy the whole store when they’d gone shopping before. He wanted to throw out the other work uniforms and the black tee shirts that had nearly faded to grey, not to mention his jeans, but it would leave him with only loungewear. Even though Lan Wangji said he was excused from attending work events for now, he felt like he needed something a little more presentable. 

Which made him think of Nie Huaisang. Wei Wuxian pulled up his social media, scrolling through Nie Huaisang’s instagram. Before he could think twice about it, he reached out. Lunch seemed harmless enough. 

 An hour later, he had a lunch date on Friday with Nie Huaisang in a week. He’d left his marriage to Lan Wangji out of their discussion for now, but mentioned he was going to be part of their old social circles again. He never thought his fashion was bad, but he knew it definitely screamed college kid. He’d need something classier to look like he belonged on Lan Wangji’s arm, and from Nie Huaisang’s feeds he seemed to be the one to help him with that. 

Within minutes of asking for fashion advice, Wei Wuxian had a torrent of responses with dozens of exclamation marks. The lunch shifted to an upscale mall on the east side of the city. Wei Wuxian lost himself in a flow of messages, trying to answer Nie Huaisang’s fashion questions to the best of his abilities. 

It kept him so busy he almost missed the alarm to start cooking dinner. 

He hummed absentmindedly to himself as he started cooking, knowing Jiang Cheng wouldn’t be as sweet if he found Wei Wuxian shaking his ass to ABBA. He settled on a recipe from the ‘heart healthy’ cookbook that seemed more Jiang Cheng’s speed and got to work. He was starting on the last minute sides when he heard the doorbell ring. Wei Wuxian wiped his hands on the towel over his shoulder, grabbing his cane as he made his way to the front door. 

“A-Cheng!” He grinned seeing his brother on the other side. “Come on, I don’t want anything to burn.” He gestured as he led the way back to the kitchen. “How’s Lotus Pier coming?” 

“Let’s just say this is the first break I’ve had that wasn’t for sleep in a few days,” Jiang Cheng replied. “Luckily since we didn’t go bankrupt we still have some contracts. We’re shutting down the plants not producing those, which should give us time to recoup and get some solid footing. I hate to put people out of work, but it’s better than if we shut down completely.” 

“Hey, Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang would be proud.” Wei Wuxian smiled as he propped himself up on his stool, attending to the food on the stove. 

“Yeah, sure.” Jiang Cheng snorted. “I took a hand out, what is there to be proud of in that?” 

“It’s better than having a jail record,” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“So you're cooking for him now?” Jiang Cheng questioned, leaning against a section of cabinets with his arms crossed. Wei Wuxian looked over as he tasted the pesto he was making. 

“I’m cooking for all of us,” He rolled his eyes as he threw some more garlic in. 

“You’re really going to do that ‘dutiful omega’ shtick?” Jiang Cheng questioned. Wei Wuxian resisted sighing. 

“You make it sound like a bad thing,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes instead. “A-Cheng, I’m on house rest, at least until my check up tomorrow. I’m crawling up the walls with boredom! I don’t mind cooking, besides it’s nice to feel like I can actually do something for Lan Zhan.” 

“He’s not putting you up to anything, is he?” Jiang Cheng prodded. “He shouldn’t be pushing you while you're injured.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that Lan Zhan is a complete gentleman?” Wei Wuxian sighed. His mind flashed to the morning in bed, a hardness pressed up against him that Jiang Cheng would probably claim was not gentlemanly behavior. But if Wei Wuxian didn’t mind, did it really count? 

“He’s still an alpha,” Jiang Cheng huffed in reply. “He’s been proverably pissing all over you since you agreed to this deal.” Wei Wuxian snorted, the idea of Lan Wangji pissing on anyone was ridiculous. “I mean it Wuxian. He’s scenting you like he’s terrified someone is going to steal you away.” 

“A-Cheng, it’s because I can be stolen.” Wei Wuxian shot back. He was surprised to feel a bit of irritation at his brother’s remarks. He paused as he put the chicken he was going to mix into Jiang Cheng and his own portion of the pasta in its own skillet. “Don’t you remember Madam Yu’s lectures? One bite and I could belong to someone else, even short term bonds are dangerous to break not to mention years of legal battles. If I wasn’t such an idiot, we’d already be bonded by now and he wouldn’t have to worry.” He saw Jiang Cheng’s face flicker to disgust. “It’s true.” 

“Doesn’t mean I have to like it,” Jiang Cheng shot back. “You're not his to piss all over.” 

“I’m his mate, A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian “I get more than just the Lotus Pier bail out. He’s made it clear I’ll never want for anything in my life ever again. On top of it I get peace of mind. So, if he wants to scent every inch of me every time I leave the house, he can.” 

Not to mention Wei Wuxian didn’t mind it. The scenting that is. It made him happy to feel wanted like that, and after going so long without being scented properly it was fantastic. He’d have to see how Lan Wangji’s jealousy played out in public, but so far nothing terrible had happened. 

“Peace of mind?” Jiang Cheng questioned. Wei Wuxian sighed, he supposed his brother was an alpha through and through.   

“Do you realize every time I go out in public I have to worry?” He started to explain. “That every time I go somewhere Madam Yu’s stories are in the back of my mind? The fear that someone is going to abduct me and mark me against my will? All because I can give them a status boost.”

“I guess I never thought about it,” Jiang Cheng muttered.

“Well I do,” Wei Wuxian sighed tiredly. “Hell, I avoided dating anyone in college because I was worried they might try something the moment they found out. In a few weeks, I don’t have to worry about it ever again. So maybe I am playing the role of a dutiful omega spouse,” His voice had grown snappy even though he hadn’t intended it to. “In my opinion, Lan Zhan deserves it and a whole lot more. A lot of other alphas wouldn’t have been nearly as kind if they were given this offer. So I’d appreciate it if you keep your opinions about how I act in my marriage to yourself. Now do you want butter or jam for your dinner roll?” 

He stopped when he saw Jiang Cheng laugh. 

“Sorry,” He offered. “It’s just for a moment there you looked just like A-Li.” Wei Wuxian felt his face soften. “Butter. Knowing Lan Wangji he’s got some weird health-nut jam.” 

Wei Wuxian smiled fully as he crossed to the fridge. He pulled out the butter tub and the strawberry chia jam Lan Wangji had pushed him into trying. Wei Wuxian hated to admit that for a sugarless jam, it was actually good. 

“Here, why don’t you run these into the dining room.” He instructed Jiang Cheng as he held them and the biscuits out. Jiang Cheng sighed, but took them. “It’s just through there.” Wei Wuxian directed him to the door while he crossed to pull out the cups. 

Checking the time, he started the tea kettle. If he was lucky, Lan Wangji would be home before it was done. He rubbed his nose as he ran through his checklist, tugging open the freezer to double check the sorbet he’d made. He scooped a bit on his finger, tasting it with a content hum. 

“Dinner before dessert,” Lan Wangji’s voice sounded in Wei Wuxian’s ear as his arms wrapped around his waist. His sandalwood scent was quick to follow. 

“I was just testing it,” Wei Wuxian pouted as he looked up. “Welcome home,” He shifted to plant a kiss on Lan Wangji. “Jiang Cheng’s already here. So I just need to plate everything up!” 

He got a hum from Lan Wangji and another kiss. The two set about the kitchen, sliding around each other as Lan Wangji finished making the tea. As Wei Wuxian turned balancing the three dishes he saw Jiang Cheng watching them both with a curious glance. 

“A-Cheng! Good, take these will you? I’d hate to see them end up on the floor.” He hummed as he pushed two plates into his brother's hand while saving the one perched precariously. “Do you want tea? Lan Zhan refused to buy me soda, so unless you want water.” 

“Tea is fine,” Jiang Cheng replied as they crossed into the dining room. Lan Wangji followed a minute later with the tea. 

Wei Wuxian led the dinner conversation, happy to find it flowed fairly well. Once the sorbet was finished, they still chatted. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but think it went well. Lan Wangji had been affectionate, and Wei Wuxian hoped it would remind Jiang Cheng he didn’t need an out of his marriage.

“Oh, I worked on some logos for you.” Wei Wuxian remembered. He saw Jiang Wanyin’s eyebrow arch. “Lan Zhan got me some drawing stuff. I wanted some feedback before I did anything else, if you're okay with doing it now?” 

“Sure,” Jiang Cheng nodded. The alpha relaxed by the happy mood that set in whenever he was full. 

“I’ll clear the table,” Lan Wangji nodded as he started collecting the plates.

“Great, be back in a flash,” Wei Wuxian nodded, his cane a happy staccato as he headed up stairs. 

He hurried back, pausing when he heard the low tones of conversation. His brow furrowed as he paused, unable to keep from eavesdropping. 

“Does Wei Ying have nightmares often?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Shit, I hoped those had stopped.” Jiang Cheng sighed. Wei Wuxian felt an ounce of guilt, having hid his nightmares from Jiang Cheng at the hotel. “Yeah, he’s been prone to nightmares since he was a kid. I should have mentioned it, but I’d hoped he might have outgrown him. Did he have one?”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied. “It seemed,” A pause. “Extreme.” 

“If I had known I would have called off the dinner,” Jiang Cheng sighed. “He must be exhausted.” 

“Does he normally stay up after?”

“Yeah, A-Li could soothe him back to sleep. I can’t get him to go back to sleep like she did. Nature and travel documentaries work the best at keeping him distracted. Let me know if one happens, I’ll come up with an excuse so he doesn’t have to do dinner while tired.” 

“Wei Ying was able to return to sleep.” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Oh.”

There was a long pause.

“You were able to?” 

“Mn.”

“Oh, that’s,” There was a tone in his voice that Wei Wuxian wasn’t quite used to hearing. He felt his own brow furrow as he tried to place it. As a silence settled over the two, Wei Wuxian took it as his cue. 

“Alright, I came up with a variety!” He announced his return. He tried not to study the look Jiang Cheng was giving to Lan Wangji. He slid between them, offering the laptop to Jiang Cheng. He smiled at Lan Wangji, sliding a hand into his as he leaned over to chat with Jiang Cheng. “So let me know which ones you like best.” 

As he compared notes with Jiang Cheng, he tried not to notice how the air around him reminded him of a kicked puppy. Why should Lan Wangji getting him to go back to sleep hurt Jiang Cheng’s feelings? He supposed Jiang Yanli would have known. She was always good at reading people, especially Jiang Cheng. For now, Wei Wuxian would just have to do his best to be the mediating omega. Another thing to add to the list.

“I can work up some more,” Wei Wuxian tucked the laptop under his arm as he walked Jiang Wanyin to the door. “I know you kind of like the one, but I just feel like we can do better. And I know I don’t have any real formal training with all this business stuff but if you need someone to talk through ideas.” 

“Just concentrate on getting better,” Jiang Cheng replied. “Don’t wear yourself out over this. I’ve got Lotus Pier.” 

You’ve done your part, hung unspoken in the air. It didn’t hurt any less than the last time. But Wei Wuxian’s leg wasn’t dragging his mood down today, he was high off the success of dinner. 

“You aren’t alone. I might not be able to be your right hand man,” Wei Wuxian reminded him. “But I’m here whenever you need me.” He reached out and squeezed Jiang Cheng’s shoulder. 

“Yeah, I know,” Jiang Cheng nodded. Wei Wuxian would have smiled, if it wasn’t for the strange expression on his brother’s face. Like he had realized something, something big and he didn’t like it. Instead, Wei Wuxian wrapped him in a big hug. He wished he knew what was wrong. 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

One of the largest sighs Lan Wangji had ever heard sounded from Wei Wuxian as he came into the bedroom. He quickly buttoned his pajama shirt and moved back into the bedroom, finding Wei Wuxian setting his laptop on the coffee table. His weight leaning on his cane. 

Lan Wangji knew Wei Wuxian hated using it, but the sight of him using his cane always made Lan Wangji relieved. The cane was a sign that he was being careful, that he wasn’t pushing too hard. The feeling was countered as Lan Wangji saw him absentmindedly leave it by the couch. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian looked up, giving him a smile, albeit one that looked a little tired around the edges.  “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothi-” Wei Wuxian cut off as Lan Wangji leveled a look at him. “I don’t know, it just felt like Jiang Cheng was in a weird mood at the end of the night.” Wei Wuxian sighed as his hands pulled off his shirt as he crossed to enter the closet. Lan Wangji couldn’t keep his eyes from dragging over the skin he exposed. “I just wish I knew what to do to make it better.” His voice drifted out. 

Lan Wangji sighed as he moved Wei Wuxian;s cane to his nightstand before settling back on the bed.  Another of the infinite problems Jiang Wanyin produced. He knew he’d probably worry over the same things if it was his own brother, but his own brother hadn’t failed him. He’d talked to Dr. Wen after Wei Wuxian’s physical therapy. His tests had vastly improved over the weekend. She’d theorized it was because of the reduced amount of stress and from countering the pack deprivation. 

Then again, Lan Wangji was beginning to wonder if Jiang Wanyin could have countered the pack deprivation at all. Soothing Wei Wuxian back to sleep after the nightmare had been simple, all it took was some well placed points of affection and his scent. A child could have done it, yet apparently Jiang Wanyin couldn’t.

“I just keep thinking that Yanli would know what to do,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he came back into the bedroom, dressed in his pajamas. He was quick to crawl into bed, settling against Lan Wangji with his head on his chest. “That I’m doing a bad job because I can’t figure it out.” 

“It isn’t your fault,” Lan Wangji hummed. His hand came up to softly massage the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck. The omega let out a sinful noise as he melted into Lan Wangji, turning his nose to press into his chest. “Nor is it your job.” 

“Of course it is,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I’m the omega.” 

“Does not make it your job,” Lan Wangji pressed, lifting his hand off of Wei Wuxian’s neck. It had the desired effect of Wei Wuxian looking up at him. “Jiang Wanyin is an adult, if he has an issue he can tell you what it is. You should not have to drag it out of him.” 

  “A-Cheng isn’t like that,” Wei Wuxian sighed, laying his cheek back on his chest. Lan Wangji tried not to be jealous of the pet name. “He just bottles it all up, then it’ll just explode one day. I’ll figure it out, eventually. Maybe I’ll take my switch and get him to take a break.” He let out another sigh. “Enough about me, we didn’t get to talk about your day over dinner. How was work?” 

“Fine, until someone sent a certain photo.” 

Lan Wangji felt Wei Wuxian still under his hand. He could almost feel the heat coming off of the omegas face as he buried it into his chest as he hid. 

“In my defense it was an accident,” Wei Wuxian’s muffled response came out. Lan Wangji let out a huff, in truth he didn’t mind the photo. He actually enjoyed it, thankfully due to the fact he had his own private bathroom. It did sting that it wasn’t on purpose, but at the same time Lan Wangji didn’t think they’d gotten to that stage yet. 

But it didn’t keep Wei Wuxian from being fun to tease. 

He almost forgave him for doing it to him in highschool. 

“Accident or not,” Lan Wangji leaned forward. “It was highly distracting.” He whispered in Wei Wuxian’s ear. He could feel the goosebumps form on Wei Wuxian’s skin. He let his hand trail down Wei Wuxian’s back, his fingers finding the strap on the underwear through his pajamas and snapping it lightly. 

He got an indignant squeak as Wei Wuxian’s head flew up to meet Lan Wangji’s gaze. 

“Lan Zhan!” 

“However, will you make it up to me?” Lan Wangji teased. He watched Wei Wuxian flush a bright red. 

“What does my alpha suggest?” Wei Wuxian’s eyelashes fluttered as he gaze fell to Lan Wangji’s mouth. 

It was so easy to close the difference. Wei Wuxian surged up against him. His arms locked around Lan Wangji’s neck as he pulled him close. As if he was trying to eliminate all the space between them. A hand wove into Lan Wangji’s hair, and he felt it tug. A sharp pull on his skull. A low growl rumbled from his chest as he rolled them, the motion enough to break their kiss. Wei Wuxian’s panting breath was enough to remind him of his health, it didn’t make stopping this any easier. 

“The cello you found,” Lan Wangji murmured, his eyes glancing up from Wei Wuxian’s kiss slick lips. He watched Wei Wuxian’s eyes blink, as if he couldn’t believe what Lan Wangji had said. “In Animal Crossing.” 

The confusion was broken by the musical sound of laughter. His eyes crinkled from the force of his smile. Lan Wangji felt his own lips curve upwards into a smile as Wei Wuxian pulled him down, burying his face into Lan Wangji’s neck. He could feel his laughter reverberate through his whole body. 

“You drive a hard bargain,” Wei Wuxian finally teased as his laughter died off. “Although I would have you know there are people who’d pay to see my nudes.” 

“I’ll buy them all out,” Lan Wangji hummed, pressing another kiss to his lips. He moved to roll off of Wei Wuxian, only to have the arms around his neck tighten. 

“Stay just a little longer?” Wei Wuxian murmured, his face blushing red. “Feels nice.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as he shifted his weight into a more comfortable position. Wei Wuxian’s arms shifted, making room for him to tuck his head into Lan Wangji’s neck. 

“Is it weird?” Wei Wuxian mumbled. “That this feels good?” 

“No,” Lan Wangji assured him. “Just another way to cuddle.” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed. A comfortable silence settled between them, slowly stretching out. Just as Lan Wangji felt the arm underneath Wei Wuxian start to fall asleep he made a noise. “Okay, I think my leg is falling asleep.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, rolling off of Wei Wuxian. 

“Thank you,” Wei Wuxian hummed, shifting to rest his chin on  Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“You’re welcome.” 

Lan Wangji’s heart skipped as Wei Wuxian gave him a soft smile. 

“Want to play some animal crossing?”

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Wei Wuxian rubbed his nose as he shifted through the stack of papers Dr. Wen had given him. His next four weeks outlined in detail in terms of exercise, routines and even food. Dr. Wen was nothing if not organized. She’d explained in detail, leaving no grey areas or questions. Now all he had to do was survive the therapist. 

Wei Wuxian rounded the corner to the waiting room, only to collide with something solid. He bounced, his papers flying as he fell. He allowed himself a small groan as he stared at the popcorn ceiling. 

“I-I’m so s-sorry!” A voice stuttered as a face swam into Wei Wuxian’s view. Long black hair dangling down from a delicate pale face. Black eyes on the verge of tears. 

“It’s fine,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he sat up. 

“I s-should have been more careful,” The young man shook his head as he furiously helped pick up Wei Wuxian’s papers. 

“I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Wei Wuxian protested as he helped collect his papers. “Did you fall too? Are you okay?” 

“I-I’m fine,” The young man smiled nervously as he offered papers to him. “I-I’m not as fragile as I look.” 

“Are you implying I am?” Wei Wuxian arched an eyebrow, unable to keep a teasing tone out of his voice. 

“No!” The young man’s eyes widened as he shook his head. “I-I didn’t mean to i-imply.” His gaze fell to the papers he was gathering. 

“Seeing how you're picking up papers on a heart attack and stroke combo, I’d say you’d be reasonable in the accusation. Not to mention the cane.” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he shifted them back in order. It pulled a small smile from the young man as he helped Wei Wuxian up, even grabbing his cane for him. “Thanks,” He nodded, reaching up to push some of this dislodged hair out of his face. 

He heard the sharp intake of breath the young man took. When Wei Wuxian looked back at him, he saw his eyes trained on Wei Wuxian’s neck. His hand darted for it, realizing his bandana had slipped.  He quickly tugged it back into place, feeling a blush spread across his face. 

“You’re an omega,” The young man breathed. 

“I-,” Wei Wuxian shifted awkwardly. 

“Oh no,” The young man stuttered. “I-I didn’t mean,” He stammered. “I-I’m-” Wei Wuxian watched the young man’s forehead furrow as he fought with his words. “I-I-” 

“It’s okay,” Wei Wuxian assured him as he got to his feet. He tucked the papers under his arm, eager to get out of this situation as soon as possible. “No harm done, I’ll just be going.” 

“No!” The young man followed him as he stood. He watched the young man tugged at his own collar, showing off the omega gland there. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “I-I’m one too.” 

The two stared at each other in a moment of shock. Wei Wuxian’s own mind racing. He’d never met another male omega before. He suddenly realized why the boy was suddenly so anxious to get his words out. He had dozens of questions on the tip of his tongue, not all of them polite conversation. 

“Do suppressants hate you?” He ended up blurting. 

“Yeah,” The young man nodded with a nervous laugh. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “I’ve just never met another one.” He breathed. “I’ve got so many questions, wow.” He continued pushing his hair out of his face again. “I’m Wei Wuxian.” 

“Wen Ning, I mean Wen Qionglin.” He corrected himself. 

“Still adjusting to the presentation name?” Wei Wuxian smiled. “How recently did you?” 

“A year,” Wen Qionglin replied. 

“So you presented late too?” Wei Wuxian breathed. Wen Qionglin nodded. “I always wondered if that was a thing. So like, we need to be friends.” He pressed on. “Cause I have so many questions I can’t ask someone I just met.” He dug his phone out. “Do you want to trade like numbers or something?” 

“A-Ning?” Dr. Wen’s voice called out. He saw Wen Qionglin jump, sheepishly turning to Dr. Wen as she rounded the corner. He saw her hesitate as she saw both of them together. 

“Wait, Wen? Are you two?” He motioned. 

“A-Ning is my younger brother,” Dr. Wen nodded. “Sorry to keep you waiting. I’m free now.” She turned to Wen Qionglin. 

“I was going to give him my phone number,” Wen Qionglin spoke softly. Wei Wuxian saw Dr. Wen sigh, glancing over at Wei Wuxian. 

“Alright.” She gave in. Wen Qionglin lit up, taking out his phone and exchanging numbers with Wei Wuxian. 

“Great,” He smiled. “We should do lunch or something, are you still in school?” 

“Online,” Wen Qionglin replied. 

“I’ve got a pretty open schedule,” Wei Wuxian replied. “So, whenever you want to do something.” 

“Do you like cats?” Wen Qionglin questioned.

“Love them,” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“There’s a cat cafe I like,” Wen Qionglin blushed. “Maybe we could do that?” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded with a large grin. “Sometime next week?” He saw Wen Qionglin shoot a glance at Dr. Wen. Another sigh and a nodd. “Great, we can text the details. I have an appointment to get to. Also on a scale of 1 to 10, how much would you hate getting random cat memes?” 

“0,” Wen Qionglin replied. Wei Wuxian laughed, waving goodbye to both of them as he made his way to his next appointment. 

He sighed as he got back to Lan Wangji’s house, enjoying the soft sandalwood scent to the sterile air he’d been breathing in and out of for most of the day. He couldn’t shake the slight defeatist attitude he’d had ever since he’d left the therapist. 

I highly advise you to continue to see me. The words rattled through his mind. So,he was going through a massive amount of change. So he was going through a massive amount of change, on top of losing adoptive parents three months ago. But he was doing fine! Granted he was working himself so hard he had no time to think about it and ended up giving himself a heart attack. But other than that he’d been fine. So he had nightmares, big deal. A lot of people had nightmares. 

Wei Wuxian was so lost in his thoughts as he shuffled into the kitchen, he barely registered the sound of cooking. He crossed through the doorway, stopping as the scent of food drifted through his personal griping. He came to a stop, a smile blooming across his face as he saw the back of Lan Wangji as he cooked. He set the cane a side, silently sneaking up and wrapping his arms around his waist as he buried his face in his neck. 

“Lan Zhan, you should have told me you’d be home early.” He whined as he rubbed his face. The figure Wei Wuxian was hugging tensed, a confused scent of an earthy tea filling his nose. Wei Wuxian’s eyes flew open. “You’re not Lan Zhan.” 

“No I’m not,” Lan Xichen’s voice replied. Wei Wuxian hurriedly dropped his arms from around him, scurrying back.

“Where is Lan Zhan?” He questioned awkwardly, shifting his weight off of his bad leg. 

“Here,” Lan Wangji’s voice sounded from the doorway into the dinning room. Wei Wuxian perked up, limping over to wrap his arms around Lan Wangji. He nuzzled his face against his chest, taking a deep breath of the sandalwood scent. His body relaxed at the right scent. 

“You didn’t tell me your brother was coming,” Wei Wuxian pouted, glancing up at Lan Wangji. He saw a moment of annoyance directed at Lan Xichen from Lan Wangji. “Hey, if you’d warned me I would have double checked before I snuggle attacked.” He reached up to boop Lan Wangji’s nose, the annoyance dissipating. Wei Wuxian grinned, no one could stay annoyed with a booped nose. 

“It was last minute,” Lan Wangji spoke. 

“He mentioned you hosted your brother last night,” Lan Xichen sounded from the stove. “And I did promise to come and have a chat once you got settled. Since you had doctor’s appointments today, I didn’t want to make you obligated to cook for me. So I suggested we head out early.” 

“I was going to see if I could talk Lan Zhan into take out,” Wei Wuxian shrugged in response. He shifted his weight again, hoping Lan Wangji didn’t notice him leaning on him a bit more. “But this works too.” 

“How was your appointment?” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“Dr. Wen was great,” Wei Wuxian shrugged. “I’m making good progress in my physical therapy, and she suggested starting some yoga. She's a bit wary of going off my suppressants though since I've been on them so long. Apparently it can make," He glanced over at Lan Xichen as he flushed. "Certain things worse. But you’ll never guess!” He beamed up at Lan Wangji. He got a silent stare in reply. “Come on, you’re supposed to guess.” He pouted. 

“I thought I won’t be able to?” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian huffed at the glint of mischief in those golden eyes. 

“Lan Zhan,” He whined. “That takes all the fun out.” He got a silent stare in response. “Dr. Wen’s younger brother is an omega too!” He finally blurted. He saw Lan Wangji’s eyes widen. “Isn’t that great? I’ve never met another male omega before. At least if I did, I didn’t know about it. We’re going to get together sometime next week, compare omega notes and all that. He presented late too! Makes me wonder if all male omegas do.” He bounded on his good legt, a smile growing on his face.

“How did the therapist go?” The question drained all of Wei Wuxian’s energy as he buried his face into Lan Wangji’s chest. “Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji prodded, a hand running through his hair. 

“It’s,” Wei Wuxian groaned. “It went.” He finally huffed. “They ‘highly advised’ I continue seeing them.” 

“You don’t want to?” 

“It’s just,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “It makes me feel like I’m broken or something,” His brow furrowed as he fidgeted with the button on the front of Lan Wangji’s shirt. “Like I already know I messed up, why do I need to go talk to someone about it?”

Of course, it might have something to do with the fact he might have years of trauma to unpack from living on the streets for five years after witnessing the death of his parents. Then the added trauma of trying to save his family from a fire and failing to save half of them. Then working himself to the point of a body breakdown which then caused the stroke and heart attack combo.On top of it all, the last failed therapy attempts from when he first started to live the Jiangs. 

But really, he was dealing with it fine! 

“Perhaps it is that mindset that is the reason you should go,” Lan Xichen spoke up. Wei Wuxian shifted to look at Lan Xichen. “If you think talking about your problems makes you broken, perhaps your problems are more serious than you think.” 

Wei Wuxian huffed, nestling further into Lan Wangji’s hold. 

“Lan Zhan, your brother is telling me harsh truths,” He whined trying to play adorable to deflect. He succeeded in getting a kiss to the top of his head.

“I apologize,” Lan Xichen offered. Wei Wuxian assumed Lan Wangji glared at him. “I had a psychology minor in college.” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I just want to get back to being a useful member of society.” 

“Wei Ying is always useful.” Lan Wangji chimed in. Wei Wuxian chuckled, tilting his head up to look at Lan Wangji. 

“Lan Zhan, I feel like my purpose in life right now is to make you dinner,” Wei Wuxian whined. 

“It’s to heal.” Lan Wangji hummed back. A hand gently rubbing Wei Wuxian’s back. 

“If it makes you feel better, workplace morale has been much higher since you married and moved in with Wangji,” Lan Xichen spoke up. 

“We’ve been married less than a week,” Wei Wuxian laughed, turning to look at Lan Xichen. 

“Well, someone stopped being such a grumpy gills.” Lan Xichen teased his brother. Wei Wuxian beamed as he looked up at Lan Wangji. 

“Grumpy gills?” He questioned. He saw Lan Wangji’s ears tinge pink as he glared at his brother. “Am I tempering the great Lan Wangji?”

“He reprimanded a worker,” Lan Xichen replied with a stage whisper. “A few weeks ago he would have flat out fired him.” 

“Really? What is Lan Zhan like at work?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “He’s such a sweetheart here at home.”

“Are you familiar with his Safety Patrol years?” Lan Xichen questioned. Wei Wuxian mock gasped. 

“Lan Zhan, do you make people write lines and run laps if they don’t turn in their reports on time?” Wei Wuxian teased. “You know those detentions were almost worth it? A whole hour of Lan Zhan to myself to bother!” He saw Lan Wangji’s ears flush red. He leaned in. “You wouldn’t still have that uniform would you?” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s eyes flashed. Wei Wuxian picked up on a subtle spike in his scent. He giggled, leaning in to give him a long kiss. 

“You’re just so adorable when you’re teased,” He hummed. He got a small sigh as Lan Wangji pressed his forehead against Wei Wuxian’s. Wei Wuxian chuckled, he never would have taken the Lan Wangji he’d known in highschool for the softy in front of him. He wondered if this side of him was always there. 

“Well, I do believe dinner is done.” Lan Xichen coughed. 

“Great,” Wei Wuxian beamed, turning to him. “Anything I need to grab?” 

“Wangji already set the table,” Lan Xichen replied with a smile as he handed a dish off to Lan Wangji. “All you need to do is eat.” 

“I’m beginning to think that spoiling people runs in the family,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “At least now I get to pump your brother for information!” He beamed with a mischievous glint in his eyes. “So, Xichen I need to know all of the dirt you have on him.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed as he moved, grabbing Wei Wuxian’s cane and pressing it into his hand. . 

“What, you had your chance with Jiang Cheng.” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Don’t blame me if you squandered it.” He teased as he pressed a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek as he scurried after Lan Xichen, his crane rapping against the floor. 

Wei Wuxian spent a wonderful meal being regaled by Lan Xichen on the hidden aspects of Lan Wangji. A love of Disney, and animation in general, a secret sweet tooth, a love of rabbits that banned all Watership Down movies from all Lan households (really it extended any movie depicting a death of a rabbit), and most importantly that he’d gone as Spock for three halloweens before he deemed himself ‘too old’ for trick or treating.

“You like Star Trek?!” Wei Wuxian nearly fell out of his chair. They had long finished their food, the empty dishes still littering the table. “But you didn’t have a TV until I moved in!” 

“Uncle allowed us a few hours of Television a week.” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Wangji used his time to watch the news once a week and Star Trek.” Lan Xichen smirked at his brother as he sipped his tea. “Are you a fan?” 

“That's the entire reason my sign off for my videos was ‘Wuxian out’!” Wei Wuxian grinned. “You know like ‘Kirk out’?” He rounded on Lan Wangji. “Do you have a favorite? I mean I like the OG, but I am super partial to Next Generation.” 

“I have not seen anything beyond the original,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian gasped. 

“We have to watch all of them,” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. He got a small smile and a nod from Lan Wangji. He let out a happy hum as he smiled back. Cuddling and Star Trek sounded like a great idea. “Oh, I was wondering if there is anything I should learn or do as Lan Zhan’s husband.” He remembered turning back to Lan Xichen. He reached over to grab Lan Wangji’s hand and squeeze it. 

“Make Lan Wangji happy,” Lan Xichen replied, giving Wei Wuxian a smile. Wei Wuxian paused for a moment, swearing he saw a darker tone in Lan Xichen’s face. 

“That would be easier if he told me what he wants,” Wei Wuxian decided to let the darker undertone drop, turning back to his standby of teasing Lan Wangji. “I suppose I was asking more about what I should be doing, like charity work or something.” 

“If it is what you wish to do with your time,” Lan Xichen replied. Wei Wuxian sighed, Lan Xichen was as helpful as Lan Wangji. “Did I say something to displease you?” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian couldn’t keep a sigh from his tone. “I just, I guess I expected more to be required of me.” At least if they wanted him to do charity work or visit a fertility clinic he would feel like he was doing something. Instead, he just felt like he was a freeloader. For how much money the Lans gave to bail out Lotus Pier he felt like he should be doing something more. 

“Well, since you both cooked I’ll do the dishes.” Wei Wuxian beamed to change the subject. He quickly moved to gather the plates, trying not to feel embarrassed as he realized how many trips he’d have to make with his cane. Instead, he dropped a kiss to the top of Lan Wangji’s head as he ducked out. 

He knew he was making good on filling in Lan Wangji’s loneliness, the only question was if he was going overboard. The last thing he wanted to do was overload Lan Wangji and stress him out, he wasn’t exactly an extrovert. It just wasn’t like Wei Wuxian had that many outlets for socialization.  Hopefully meeting with Wen Qionglin and Nie Huaisang would help, giving Lan Wangji some recuperation time. 

But did he need it? Or was Wei Wuxian not giving him enough attention? Was he going about this the wrong way? He sighed, maybe he was getting nowhere. Maybe he was the only one benefiting here. What else could he do at the moment? 

“Wangji, you had some files you wanted me to look at?” He heard Lan Xichen question as he set the dishes on the counter. Lan Wangji gave a confirming hum. “Would you mind putting them on a jump drive? I don’t want to impose on you for too long.” 

Wei Wuxian slid the dishes into the washer, grabbing his cane to head back. Only to stutter to a stop as he saw Lan Xichen entering with a set. Wei Wuxian smiled as he shifted back. 

“I could have come back and gotten them,” He smiled as he watched Lan Xichen set them down. He swooped in, taking over the cleaning. “But thank you.” 

“There is something you could do,” Lan Xichen started in a low tone. Wei Wuxian looked over as he rinsed off the plates, arching an eyebrow. “I’m sure you’ve become acquainted with Lan Wangji’s opinion that he has no social skills.” 

“I just assumed it was his way of joking,” Wei Wuxian snorted as he loaded up the dishwasher. “He might be a little cold when you first meet him,” He paused, realizing the only reason he knew this Lan Wangji was because he’d been annoyingly persistent in highschool. 

“You see what I mean,” Lan Xichen nodded, as if he could read Wei Wuxian’s mind. “His no nonsense social attitude has been beneficial to his business deals, but I’m worried it might hamper him in the future. We all know what kind of reputation being aloof can give you in our world.” 

“What exactly are you suggesting?” Wei Wuxian questioned. He doubted anyone would consider Lan Wangji another Wen Rouhan, but the public could be fickle. All it took was Lan Wangji to seem too neutral once and the die would be cast. Afterall, Wen Rouhan got his reputation when he didn’t cry at his own wife’s death. 

“As a spouse you can soften him,” Lan Xichen explained. “If they see the way he interacts with you, they’ll see beyond the exterior. They’ll know there’s a heart underneath it all.” 

“You know Madam Yu spent half her time trying to convince her opponents she was heartless.” Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“It’s a tactic.” Lan Xichen sighed. “But one I do not wish for my brother.” 

“I was planning on being the sociable trophy spouse,” Wei Wuxian replied as he shook the soap out of the box and into the dishwasher. 

“I don’t want to reduce you to such a label,” Lan Xichen’s lips pressed together. Wei Wuxian laughed as he shut the dishwasher. 

“Why not, I did the moment I accepted a marriage contract.” Wei Wuxian replied. “I can’t hate being labeled when I use it to my advantage.” 

“Why did you accept the marriage contract?” Lan Xichen questioned. “I mean no offense, but you don’t seem like the type.” 

“When Jiang Cheng told me you asked,” Wei Wuxian sighed, biting his bottom lip. “I was already considering it. It was the only way I could think of keeping Jiang Cheng out of jail. I know family is what you make of it. So, I figured if I didn’t like who I was given to, at least I’d have pups to raise and love. When I found out it was Lan Zhan,” He smiled as he crossed his arms, rubbing them slightly. His weight shifted back as he leaned against the counter. “I’d be lying if I said I wasn't a bit relieved.” 

“Relieved?” Lan Xichen questioned. 

“He might have thought it was all bullshit,” Wei Wuxian shifted with a nod. “But I really did want to be his friend in highschool. Now, it’s like I get a second chance.” 

“Well, it looks like you both are on the fast track to being more than just friends.” Lan Xichen replied. Wei Wuxian felt his face flush. “I’m surprised how easily Wangji has adjusted to your affections.” 

“I kind of assumed he was just like that normally,” Wei Wuxian reached up to rub the back of his neck.

“You did know him in highschool,” Lan Xichen’s brow raised. 

“Yeah, but I just kind of assumed,” Wei Wuxian paused. “That he, you know, kept that hidden. Not very alpha like to ask for cuddles.” 

“Well, it’s the first I’ve seen of it.” Lan Xichen replied. “But it seems to be doing him good.” 

“Well, I’m quite fond of it.” Wei Wuxian smiled, despite the new spiraling trail of worries forming in his mind. Was he really overdoing it? But Lan Wangji seemed to respond, even seeking out affection.  

“Have you discussed children yet?” Lan Xichen pressed with a twinkle in his eye. Wei Wuxian felt his face flush again, his mouth stuttering for a response. 

“Xichen,” Lan Wangji’s voice cut through. “Wei Ying’s health is most important.” He spoke in a tone that implied they’d had this conversation already. 

“Do you want kids?” Wei Wuxian broached the topic, realizing he hadn’t gotten a straight answer from the man yet. A silence settled over the kitchen as Lan Wangji looked at Wei Wuxian. 

“Why don’t I take my leave?” Lan Xichen smiled through the awkwardness. “No need to show me out.” He added, snagging the jumpdrive from Lan Wangji’s hand as he exited. 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he eyed Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji hadn’t been obviously avoidant of the topic, but every time it came up it seemed to be dodged. This was going to be Wei Wuxian’s only relationship, if Lan Wangji didn’t want to have kids. Well, Wei Wuxian wasn’t going to get them. 

Lan Wangji let out a small sigh as he crossed the kitchen. A hand came up and pushed the loose hair framing Wei Wuxian’s face back. The golden eyes studied his face with care, as if he was trying to choose his words carefully. 

“When we are ready,” Lan Wangji spoke softly. Wei Wuxian bit his lip, that sounded like a procrastinating answer. 

“That sounds close to a no,” Wei Wuxian tried not to pout. Lan Wangji sighed. 

“Male omegas who have children early on are at greater risk for complications,” He spoke softly. “The stronger our bond is, the better chance you have for survival. I do not wish to have a child at the cost of your life.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian breathed. He felt like an idiot. He knew pregnancies could be dangerous, but he never looked at the specifics. He knew the chances of a pregnancy, conceiving and carrying to term, increased the longer a couple was bonded. “I didn’t realize,” He muttered, he felt a flush of embarrassment. He was the omega, yet here Lan Wangji was telling him about things he should know. “God, I’m a terrible omega.” He muttered to himself.

“No,” Lan Wangji hummed, wrapping his arms around him. “I researched,” He added, Wei Wuxian caught sight of his red ears. “Because I want a family, not just kids.” 

Wei Wuxian felt a wave of relief roll through him as he wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji leaned in, pressing their foreheads together. Wei Wuxian hummed, his hand gently rubbing the back of Lan Wangji’s neck. 

 A family sounded much better than just kids.

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Wei Wuxian didn’t know why he was nervous. He carded his hands through his hair for what felt like the hundredth time since his arrival at the mall. He’d worn the jean jacket in an attempt to dress up the joggers and basic tee, he still felt wildly out of place amongst the high end stores. HIs cane didn't help, making Wei Wuxian feel like he was drawing attention just by watching. He knew it was a probably matter of mind over matter, there was literally a man in an anime titty tee shirt three tables away. It was arguably more attention grabbing than a twenty something with a cane. 

He supposed that was why he was seeing Nie Huaisang. To try to get a feeling like he actually belonged in this world. Although, he’d spent years with the Jiang and never quite felt like he belonged at the fancy events. Maybe it was because Madam Yu had never really wanted him there. Maybe now, as Lan Wangji’s husband, it would be easier. 

He gave Nie Huaisang’s name to the matradee, as instructed. He slid into the empty table, trying to ignore the eyeful the matradee was giving him. Or more accurately his cane. He nervously tugged at his bandana to make sure it was in place, his other hand pulling out his phone. Spamming Lan Wangji with some selfies seemed like a perfect way to burn away his nerves. 

 “Wei Wuxian?” A voice spoke. Wei Wuxian looked up from his phone, smiling at the sight of an old friend. 

It was surprising how little the man had changed. He was dressed in a monochromatic green outfit, with more than a few pieces of jewelry. His brown bob was topped with a slouching green beret, making him seem much younger than he was. The only thing that had changed was the lack of nervousness in the young man’s face. Wei Wuxian supposed it was the lack of school pressure.

“Nie Huaisang,” He grinned as he stood up, easily returning the hug Nie Huaisang offered. 

“I almost didn’t recognize you!” Nie Huaisang laughed as he sat down, setting a bag aside. A hand quickly withdrew a fan that matched his outfit from it. 

“Yeah, not exactly my best look.” Wei Wuxian laughed. Nie Huaisang at least had the courtesy to look ashamed at the off handed remark. Wei Wuxian knew the gauntness from the past few months alone changed his features, not to mention the long hair Madam Yu never would have let him keep. On top of it, Nie Huaisang hadn’t seen him since he presented. Although he supposed his lack of weight would negate some of the softening of his features from that.

“Sorry,” Nie Huaisang offered with a nervous smile. It instantly scolded his face into a perfect replication of the one Wei Wuxian remembered. “I heard that the Jiang Mansion burned down?”

Wei Wuxian nodded as he filled his friend in what had happened in the years since they parted. Nie Huaisang listened to each element with wide eyes. 

“Wuxian, I would die if I had to work three jobs!” Nie Huaisang gasped as Wei Wuxian started to wrap up his tale. “Not to mention break a nail.” 

“Seeing as how I gave myself a heart attack, and a stroke, I can’t say I fared much better.” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he took a sip of his water. He saw Nie Huaisang’s eyes widen. “Don’t mix painkillers, copious amounts of caffeine, little sleep, stress and cheap suppressants together.” He advised. He decided to leave out the pack deprivation part. He saw that glint of a question in Nie Huaisang’s eye. 

“You always go for the dramatic,” Nie Huaisang jokes. 

“I did, didn't I?” Wei Wuxian laughed with him. 

“Did?” Nie Huaisang questioned. “We’ve been pleasant on social media for years, but then you go radio silent for four months after your family home burns down. Next thing I know you're messaging me about styling advice! Not to mention making it top notch. I’m dying to know if you actually intend on making my dreams of being a personal stylist real, or if it’s an elaborate ruse to get me to meet up for lunch.” 

“It’s not a ruse,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Here I can prove I can pay for it.” He added sliding Lan Wangji’s black card out of his wallet and sliding it across the table. Making sure the light glinted off of the ring he’d been keeping hidden for most of the conversation. 

He couldn’t help but smile when Nie Huaisang’s eyes went wide at the sight of the card before lasering in on the ring. His hands reached out, tiling Wei Wuxian’s hand to get a better look. His jaw dropped as it did.

“How?” He breathed. “Who? And does he have an older brother?” 

“He does,” Wei WuXian laughed. 

“I didn’t see anything on social media,” Nie Huaisang pouted.

“We haven’t really announced it,” Wei Wuxian replied. “It kind of all happened so suddenly.” 

“Please explain how you went from working three shit jobs to having a ring on your finger that could feed a small country.” Nie Huaisang shot back, clapping his hands together in a mock salute. “I’ll even take notes.”

Wei Wuxian only sighed, rubbing his nose as he wished he had an actual technique to share. He pulled down his bandana just enough for only Nie Huaisang’s eyes to see. He tucked it back as Nie Huaisang’s eyes nearly fell out of their sockets. 

“Old fashioned marriage contract, not very exciting.” He admitted. 

“Is it held over from the Jiangs?” Nie Huaisang questioned with wide eyes. 

“Something like that,” Wei Wuxian smiled nervously. “Which is why I’m looking for pointers on how to be a good trophy husband. ” He added. “Since you seem to have a good handle on it, I thought you could give me a few pointers?” He added cautiously. It wasn’t like Nie Huaisang went around advertising he was a sugar baby. Well, he supposed he had to advertise it somehow. 

“Wuxian, you get all the luck!” Nie Huaisang whined dramatically. “But you have come to the right place.” He winked. “Let’s just hope one of my daddies isn’t your new husband.” 

“I doubt it,” Wei Wuxian laughed. The idea of Nie Huaisang dating Lan Wangji was hard to believe. 

“Well don’t leave me hanging!” Nie Huaisang chided. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian replied. “Lan Wangji,” He added when he remembered he was one of the few that called him by his birth name. 

“No!” Nie Huaisang gasped. “You snagged the Iceberg?” 

“Iceberg?” Wei Wuxian repeated. 

“It’s what everyone calls him,” Nie Huaisang nodded. Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow. “Well, the people trying to get into his pants or pocketbook.” He snorted. “They say anyone who attempts it is as doomed as the Titanic. Most anyone’s gotten is a one night stand.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian hummed with a nod as he took a sip of his water. He wasn’t sure why that bothered him. Lan Wangji was attractive, of course people would want to sleep with him. “I guess I didn’t think of him as a causal relationship kind of guy.” 

“I don’t see him in any kind of relationship,” Nie Huaisang snorted. “You’re really married to Lan Wangji? Lan Xichen I might believe, but Lan Wangji? He hated you in high school!” 

“He had a crush on me.” Wei Wuxian grinned. Nie Huaisang’s mouth dropped open again.

“I don’t believe it,” He laughed, flicking open his fan. “This wouldn’t be one of your practical jokes would it?” 

“Why does everyone think I’m pranking them?” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. He pulled out his phone, unlocking it so he could show off the photos. He watched Nie Huaisang pinch and examined them for editing. Wei Wuxian jumped when his phone went off. Nie Huaisang raised his eyebrow at the bunny filter photo of Lan Wangji Wei Wuxian had set as his id. 

“You put a bunny filter on one of the richest men in the country?” Nie Huaisang questioned. “More importantly, he let you?” 

“He’s actually very sweet,” Wei Wuxian smiled down at the phone as he moved to respond to Lan Wangji. “You just have to get past his exterior.” 

“I think I’d freeze before that happened,” Nie Huaisang snorted.

“His brother agrees,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “He asked me to help ‘humanize’ him to clients and coworkers. But I don’t even know where to start on being a trophy husband!” 

“Well, you were smart to come to me.” Nie Huaisang smiled. “People think being a sugar baby is a walk in the park, but there’s a fine art to it. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have everyone eating out of the palm of your hand.”

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Nie Huaisang really worked wonders, Wei Wuxian thought as he checked out his new hairstyle for the hundredth time since he’d gotten out of the stylists chair. He had a feeling it was going to take him weeks of practice to get it to look like this again. He prayed the hairstyling skills he had in highschool were still lingering in the back of his mind. Otherwise, it was going to be a few weeks of burnt fingertips. 

Wei Wuxian took a deep breath as he pulled his gaze away from the rearview mirror of the car. He could feel the nerves in his stomach. He wanted to think it was because he’d let Nie Huaisang talk him into ‘surprising’ Lan Wangji. In actuality it was probably the idea of having to tell Lan Wangji how much money he spent today.

It seemed perfectly harmless at first. Nie Huaisang led him through a number of high end stores and boutiques, getting a feel for what he liked and what actually looked good on him. All while Nie Huaisang gave him the low down on what to expect. 

Designer brands were expected in the circles he’d be traveling in, but it didn’t mean he had to wear them exclusively.  They’d hit a few of the downtown boutiques later in the day, adding some locally made custom pieces to the wardrobe Nie Huaisang was building for him. What he didn’t expect was that he’d need to get things tailored, an experience that made him even more grateful for Nie Huaisang’s help. Then he was rushed off to a hairstylist, where he was bombarded with instructions about hair and skin care. Then it was back to the tailor to pick up the quick alterations, and instructions on when to pick up everything else. 

To think that all of the work from today only handled the visual aspects. He’d already planned for Nie Huiasang to come over the following week so they could discuss his ‘social media’ presence. Instead of saying Wei Wuxian’s streaming would be the social death of him, as he expected, Nie Huaisang had instead thought it was a glorious opportunity. He, of course, thought he should amp up his youtube channel to include some more ‘vlogs’ of his lifestyle, but thought the video game streaming would be a great way to show off his ‘spoils’. 

An idea to which Wei Wuxian was hesitant about. Lan Wangji had brought up his return to streaming before, but bringing it up and actually meaning it were to different beasts. There was also how they wanted to go public with their relationship. Traditionally, it would be announced with the announcement of the deal between the companies. Seeing how Lotus Pier Industries was far from stable, if it failed after the announcement Lan Corporations could take a hit in popularity and stocks. 

Wei Wuxian distracted himself from that whole conversation as the trunk of the car opened. The large amount of bags in it reminded him of the other conversation he’d have to have, specifically telling Lan Wangji how much money he’d spent today. And that there was more than the bags he was bringing in. On the bright side, he was armed with more suits than before.  Not looking like a broke college kid was going to be a benefit too. 

Perhaps that was why he’d let Nie Huaisang dress him up. He hadn’t felt this well put together in years. He was wearing a good pair of leather boots that felt like they had been made for him. A tailored black pant with a woven texture, paired with a black shirt with a subtle white print. His favorite was the suede jacket, it was a burnt red with a black leather lapel. 

And maybe one of the reasons Wei Wuxian kept looking at himself in the mirror was because for the first time in months he felt sexy. He found himself stopping as he entered the house through the fitness room, shifting the bags he was holding and his cane to eye himself in the mirror. He definitely needed to get Nie Huaisang a thank you gift. 

Especially if Lan Wangji liked it too. 

Wei Wuxian dropped off the bags at the foot of the stairs, taking a deep breath at the smell of dinner. He tightened his grip on the cane, feeling the sweat making it slippery. He paused to whip his hands on his pants before he peered into the kitchen. Lan Wangji had told him not to worry about dinner, that he’d take care of it when he got home. Wei Wuxian felt a bit guilty about spending all his money and then not even making dinner for him, but at the smell of whatever Lan Wangji was making was heavenly. 

“Honey, I’m home.” He teasingly called. 

Lan Wangji turned, his movements stilling as his eyes landed on Wei Wuxian. He swallowed nervously as Lan Wangji continued to stare. He felt his confidence from seeing himself in the mirror start to fade. 

“Is it that bad? Do you hate it?” He questioned tugging at the jacket. He should have seen what Lan Wangji thought before getting anything altered. He supposed he could take some of it back and find a way to pay for what he couldn’t. “I can take it back if you do.” He muttered. Maybe he could call the tailor and stop the alterations? 

Wei Wuxian let out a surprised squeak as he found himself pushed back against the wall. It quickly turned into a moan as Lan Wangji pressed up against him, only to have the sound swallowed. A hand slid under his jacket, settling on his lower back as it pulled him closer. Wei Wuxian happily went, his arms reaching up and wrapping around Lan Wangji’s neck as he melted against him. 

It was only the smell of something heavily burning that pulled Wei Wuxian from Lan Wangji’s passionate advances. 

“Lan Zhan!” He practically screeched to get Lan Wangji’s attention. Lan Wangji’s lips left his neck, both of them scrambling in the direction of the stove. Wei Wuxian darted back as Lan Wangji grabbed the skillet, and threw it into the sink. Steam erupted from the sink as he hit the tap, and both of them stared at it for a moment. 

Wei Wuxian’s laughter broke the silence. He saw a small smile on Lan Wangji’s face as he wrapped an arm around his waist. He leaned against him, letting his head fall to Lan Wangji’s shoulder. 

“I like it,” Lan Wangji murmured when Wei Wuxian’s laughter had died down to chuckles. Wei Wuxian shifted, letting out a hum as Lan Wangji’s hand came up to card through his hair. “All of it.” 

“I’m glad,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “But maybe next time we should use our words and not burn dinner.” 

“Then you should not be as enticing,” Lan Wangji murmured back, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips as if proving a point. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “All I did was get a haircut and some new clothes! I hardly call that enticing.” 

“Not all,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian thought for a moment, a devious grin coming to his face. 

“Is it because I called you honey?” He questioned with a hum. He got a kiss in response. “Lan Zhan, sweetheart, if you’re going to jump me everytime I use a term of endearment we’re going to have issues.” He got another long kiss. “Lan Zhan!” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Am I doomed to only calling you Lan Zhan in public?” He dramatically sighed. He saw a moment of thought cross Lan Wangji’s face. 

“Practice,” He offered as a solution. 

“Well then, darling,” Wei Wuxian grinned, Lan Wangji interrupting him with a kiss. “What are we going to do about dinner?” 

“Take out?” Lan Wangji offered. 

“Acceptable,” Wei Wuxian nodded. Lan Wangji pulled away, pulling open a drawer to produce take out menus. Wei Wuxian hummed as he leaned on the counter to shift through them. He was impressed there were so many nearby. Had Lan Wangji eaten at all of them? Or did he methodically gather menus from every restaurant that was within delivery distance? “What’s good?” 

Wei Wuxian looked back over his shoulder when he didn’t get an answer after several seconds. He felt his face flush as he saw Lan Wangji’s gaze trailing over his form, a focus on his ass. He guessed Nie Huaisang hadn’t lied when he said the pants made it look good. 

“Lan Zhan?” He called. “Lan Zhan,” He drew it out into his sing-songy voice. It succeeded in gaining Lan Wangji’s attention. His ears turned red at the realization he’d been caught. “You know you are allowed to touch,” Wei Wuxian teased. It succeeded in causing that blush to spread down a pale neck. “I was wondering if you have a favorite take out? Which ones are good?” 

Lan Wangji slid forward, a hand reaching out to shift through the menus. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile as he felt the weight of a hand settle on his ass. He pretended not to notice, instead focusing on the menus that Lan Wangji pulled out. 

“Oo, sushi should be acceptable.” He hummed seeing a menu appeared. “Not to mention wasabi,” He licked his lips. “I want sushi.” He stated, giving his best grin. He let out a huff of laughter when he saw where Lan Wangji’s focus had drifted again. He might have to cancel the alterations altogether if one pair of well tailored pants distracted Lan Wangji this much. He’d be lying if he wasn’t enjoying the attention. Still, he was getting hungry. “Is there an upcoming rut I should be aware of?” He teased. He failed to get a reaction. “Lan Zhan, your omega is hungry! Play with my ass after we order.” He whined. 

That got a reaction, that furious pink flush running red. Wei Wuxian held up the sushi take out with a pout. 

“I want wasabi.” 

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Lan Wangji needed to buy Nie Huaisang a medal. He’d barely known the man, but suddenly he was his new favorite person. Wei Wuxian was talking animatedly about his day, the stores their old school mate had taken him to. Lan Wangji’s gaze kept panning down, focusing on the round globes the pants accentuated. 

If that’s his ass while half starved, what is it going to look like when he’s healthy?  

“Don’t worry, I talked to the tailor.” Wei Wuxian’s voice pulled Lan Wangji’s attention away. “Everything they’re altering is going to have some wiggle room. This way, when I gain some weight we can just let it out. Granted, seeing my waist in some of these outfits is enough for me to consider keeping it off.” He set the hangers he’d grabbed from the closest on the bed, starting the task of hanging up what he’d bought. 

“It’s not-” 

“Healthy, I know,” Wei Wuxian finished with a large grin. “I was joking. I do not need to look like a 90’s supermodel. However, we might aim for something a little trimmer. I mean if I’m required to eat healthy, I might as well put the work in and have the body to go with it. You’ve got that great gym, and I mean you obviously work out. I don’t know if I’d call it a hobby, but I mean you’ve taken an interest in my video games. The least I can do is take an interest in your working out, unless you want that to be your ‘you’ time.” 

“Wei Ying is welcome to join,” Lan Wangji hummed. He hadn’t worked out the past week, giving it up to prioritize time with Wei Wuxian.  “We can start when you're cleared for heavy exercise.” 

“You don’t do it in the morning, do you?” Wei Wuxian paused. 

“Morning and Evening,” Lan Wangji assured him. 

“Thank god,” Wei Wuxian breathed out as he moved back to the closet. “I don’t think I could manage early morning workouts, I’ll just join you in the evening.” He called over his shoulder as he hoisted a collection of full hangers into it. Lan Wangji’s eyes fell to the clothes as he went, noticing the familiar color scheme of red and black. Hidden within the pile were a few flashes of white and blue.

Curiosity got the better of Lan Wangji as he leaned, peering into the bags that remained. Again he was met by a large amount of black and red, but he spied something white peering from underneath some of it. He wondered if it was a conscious effort to match Lan Wangji’s own wardrobe. The thought sat as warmly as the fact Wei Wuxian had bought so much clothing. It had been like pulling teeth before. If they all fit Wei Wuxian as well as what he was currently wearing, well to say Lan Wangji was looking forward to it was an understatement. 

“You’re not second guessing your statement that the amount I spent is okay, are you?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he came back into the room with more hangers. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook head. “Just looking forward to seeing you in them.” 

“Oh!’ Wei Wuxian replied, a smile growing on his face. “Well, then maybe you should take me somewhere where I can show them off.” He winked. He laughed shortly after. “Nie Huaisang instructed me to say that. I didn’t know how much work can go into being a sugar baby! You wouldn’t imagine the kinds of things they were telling me about.” 

“Sugar baby?” Lan Wangji arched an eyebrow as Wei Wuxian disappeared with the last mountain of clothes. 

“Yeah, I mean it’s not the same as being a trophy spouse but there are similar elements.” Wei Wuxian emerged from the closet, crossing back to the bed to start collapsing the bags. “I thought he’d give me some pointers.” 

“Pointers,” Lan Wangji felt his brow furrow. Did Wei Wuxian think he was doing a poor job of being his husband? Lan Wangji should assure him he was exceeding expectations. “I do not think you need tips on how to be my husband.” 

“No tips for improvement?” Wei Wuxian’s grin grew into a teasing one. “Not even that I should give you more kisses?” 

“Always more kisses,” Lan Wangji played into the teasing, tilting his head up. Wei Wuxian grinned, swooping down to capture Lan Wangj’s lips. 

“And more cuddles?” Wei Wuxian hummed as they broke apart. 

“Always.” Lan Wangji let his arms wrap around Wei Wuxian’s waist, only to have the man settle in his lap. He was more than happy to resume kissing his husband, his hand’s roving over the different textures of the new clothing. 

One minute they were kissing, the next Lan Wangji’s teeth were sinking into Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

A moan broke from Wei Wuxian’s lips as his entire body seemed to tremble. His hand buried itself in Lan Wangji’s hair, tightening as it urged him closer. As it urged his bite deeper. 

Lan Wangji wasn’t sure what broke him from it. Maybe it was when Wei Wuxian’s hips canted down, grinding against his hardness. Maybe it was an unfamiliar sweet smell drifting in through his senses. Maybe it was the heady breathy chant of ‘alpha, alpha, alpha .’ Most likely it was the taste of metallic blood exploding through his mouth. 

His teeth had barely released before Wei Wuxain’s hand was yanking at his hair, pulling Lan Wangji’s head up for a kiss. Needy noises breaking from Wei Wuxian’s lips as he licked his own blood out of Lan Wangji’s mouth. His hips rocking down against Lan Wangji’s hardness with a force that sent them toppling back against the bed. 

They were going too fast, Wei Wuxian hadn’t been cleared for this yet. Lan Wangji wanted to curse whatever part of his mind reminded him of that fact. It felt like he was moving a mountain as he rolled Wei Wuxian, settling his weight down on top of him. He felt the omega still, a sigh breaking from him as his kisses turned less hurried. 

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as they finally broke appart. Lan Wangji hummed, his attention now free to lick over the bite he’d given him. “Sorry.” 

“I am the one who took it too far,” Lan Wangji murmured between licks. “I should apologize.” 

“Felt fucking fantastic,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “If that’s what making a mating bite feels like,” He murmured. The tone made Lan Wangji wonder if he realized he’d even said it outloud. 

Lan Wangji needed to be more careful. If they’d gotten lost in the passion of the moment and Wei Wuxian’s heart wasn’t strong enough. Lan Wangji pushed the thought from his mind, he’d just have to be more careful. He needed to have more control. 

“Um, babe?” Wei Wuxian’s hesitant voice sounded. 

All of Lan Wangji’s decisions to have more control struggled. Wei Wuxian was going to be the end of him with terms of endearment. How could he be expected not to kiss his husband’s face off when he said them. 

“Mn?” Lan Wangji replied, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. He shifted his weight into something more comfortable. 

“Normally I would love this, but I uh,” Wei Wuxian shifted underneath Lan Wangji, making his own hardness a bit more apparent. “I need to change my pants.” 

Lan Wangji blinked, his mind having to take a moment to register what Wei Wuxian was saying. He watched Wei Wuxian grow a brighter red as he shifted again. The soft scent of something sweet drifting between them. Lan Wangji rolled off, watching Wei Wuxian sheepishly dart for the bathroom. The same soft scent drifted behind him. Lan Wangji's attention fell to his ass again, only to see a dark stain on the seat of his pants. 

Slick. 

Lan Wangji closed his eyes, the heels of his palms moving to press into his eyelids. It took every ounce of self control not to get up and follow him. To help him clean up in a different way. 

His legs spread for him. His nose trailing up the soft skin of his thighs, drinking in the sweet scent before he’d drink it down himself- 

Lan Wangji let out a frustrated exhale. A few weeks, he reminded himself. A few weeks and Wei Wuxian would be out of his danger zone, free to quit his suppressants. Lan Wangji had already marked off the time for his heat. A week of all the sex he could want. All he had to do was hold out until then.  

Which was easier said than done when Wei Wuxian made such sweet noises. 

“I was going to ask,” Wei Wuxian’s voice announced his return. Lan Wangji looked up, finding Wei Wuxian had opted to switch to pajamas. “Are we like sworn to secrecy about our relationship until Lan Corp announces the deal with Lotus Pier Industries? Or like can I make posts and stuff about you and me? How are we selling our relationship, are we just going to tell people it’s a marriage contract?” 

“Brother thinks the world doesn’t need to know,” Lan Wangji sighed. It was a point of argument amongst Lan Xichen and Lan Qiren. Lan Qiren was of the mind set they should announce it, while Lan Xichen saw no reason to. “Uncle thinks they should.” 

“I’m fine with either,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he crawled into bed. “I just thought I’d ask, I’m kind of thinking of getting back into streaming and youtube.” He bit his lip. “Thoughts?” 

“You enjoy it,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“That’s not really an answer,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Are you going to be okay with me making videos and talking about our lives on the internet?” 

“Yes,” Lan Wangji replied directly. “As long as they know I am your husband.” 

“Are you staking a claim to my viewers?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“Yes,” Lan Wangji decided to reply simply. “I am proud to have you as my husband,” He added. “If you do not feel the same, I’d like to work so you could say the same.” 

“How could I not?” Wei Wuxian laughed. “I have a husband who’s incredibly good looking, who cooks, who snuggles and watches Star Trek with me! What more could I want?” 

“A social butterfly? Someone who talks more?” 

“Gods no,” Wei Wuxian’s face scrunched up. “And have to compete with them to talk? I much rather have you,” He smiled, making Lan Wangji’s heart swell with it. “You always make me feel listened to.” 

“Good,” Lan Wangji hummed, reaching out to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s hand. 

“So it’s okay if I make some posts?” 

“Mn, make all you want.” 

“Cool,” Wei Wuxian yawned. “Who knew shopping could be so tiring?” 

“Is that a hint?” 

“That my favorite pillow is still in work clothes and not in comfy pajamas?” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Not at all.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji leaned in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips before standing. 

He was putting his clothes in his laundry hamper when he smelt it again, the soft sweet smell. He found himself drawn to it, glancing into Wei Wuxian’s hamper to see the underwear on the top. He glanced over his shoulder. 

He couldn’t risk getting in that position with Wei Wuxian again, he’d barely controlled himself tonight. But maybe if he dealt with it in the morning while Wei Wuxian slept. He tried not to feel like a creep as he snagged Wei Wuxian’s underwear, tucking them away for later. 

It was for Wei Wuxian’s health, he tried to convince himself.

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Mewling Brew . Wei Wuxian’s gaze dropped to his phone, checking the address again as he peered out the windshield at the window. He could make up a large dark coffee colored cat he assumed was their logo, so he locked the car and made his way over. He felt a smile stretch across his lips as he saw a cat jump up into the window sill. He moved to coo at it through the window, only to realize he could actually pet it if he went inside. 

He hurried to the door, a waft of coffee greeting him as he stepped over the threshold. Before he could even get the chance to glance around, his name was being called out. 

“Wei Wuxian!” 

Wei Wuxian smiled as he saw the other omega (other omega!) in the cat section of the cafe. He already had a small pile around him, the cats happily sprawling across his legs. Steam curled from the lid of the mug on the coffee table next to him, a sign he hadn’t been here long. 

“I’m just going to order,” Wei Wuxian pointed in greeting. Wen Qionglin nodded, and Wei Wuxian made his way over to counter. His eyes drifted up, eyeing the plastic sheeting walling it off. 

“It’s to keep the cats out of the coffee,” The barista explained when she saw him looking. “Health code compliant too.” 

“Cool,” Wei Wuxian nodded, thankful the coffee shop he’d worked at hadn’t had one. “I’ll take a Thai Coffee?” He glanced over the menu. “Let's throw in some cat treats, and two sugar cookies too.” 

He waited, gladly taking the cup and bags of treats when the barista offered them. He made his way over to Wen Qionglin, having to stop a few times to avoid tripping over the cats eager to curl around his feet. They seemed just as interested in the cane, which didn’t help his progress. He fell into the couch next to Wen Qionglin with a heavy thump. At the sound of the rustling treat bag dozens of feline eyes turned to him. 

“I’ve come to steal your cats,” Wei Wuxian teased, digging into the bag and producing the first treat. He chuckled as a few immediately scurried their way over, his fingers breaking the piece to split it between the first two. 

“Waffles, Tabby, Blossom, Magnolia, Deer, and Oscar.” Wen Qionglin introduced all the cats. 

“Come here often, do you?” Wei Wuxian grinned as he doled out some more treats. 

“Our apartment doesn’t allow pets,” Wen Qionglin offered in explanation. “We haven’t found one with good enough security that does.”

“I’ll keep an ear out for you,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he tossed another treat out, the cats diving to go after it. He chuckled as he pulled open the bag that had the sugar cookies in it, offering one to Wen Qionglin. 

A small silence fell between them as they chomped on the cookies, or at least Wei Wuxian hoped it was that. They’d been chatting, mostly sending funny cat photos, since they’d met in the hospital. He had been able to pick up that Dr. Wen was highly protective of her little brother. He just found himself hoping her brother’s nervousness wasn’t from life experiences. 

“It is an adorable cafe,” Wei Wuxian commented as he finished his cookie. He brushed the crumbs off his hands, taking a sip from his coffee before hauling a cat into his lap. It only let out a minor protest. 

“I volunteer here sometimes,” Wen Qionglin nodded. 

“Oo, maybe I should look into that.” Wei Wuxian looked down at the cat. “What do you think?” He reached up to squish its fluffy face. It let out a mewl of protest as it wriggled out of his grasp and darted off. 

“Maybe not,” Wen Qionglin chuckled. 

“Small animals have never been a fan of me,” Wei Wuxian pouted. “But with all the free time I have I should do something other than playing video games.” 

“Video games?” Wen Qionglin perked up. 

“You play?” Wei Wuxian questioned. Wen Qionglin excitedly nodded. “PC? Console?” 

“PC,” Wen Qionglin smiled. “Although I have a switch too.” 

“Me too!” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Lan Zhan and I have been playing Animal Crossing a lot together. Unfortunately, my reaction time hasn’t been that great after the stroke. I’m dying to get back to being the Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation!” 

“Wait,” Wen Qionglin blinked. “Wuxian, YilingPatriarch?” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide. 

“You know my channel?” 

“I love your channel!” Wen Qionglin protested, a few cats abandoned ship with his newfound excitement. “Your mods are genius! I didn’t realize it was you!” 

“Yeah, not exactly the beacon of health I used to be,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. Granted he doubted being sleep deprived from college was hardly any healthier. “What’s your username? Have I talked to you during the stream before?” 

“No,” Wen Qionglin flushed. “I’m too shy for that.” 

“Well you’ll have to now,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “What’s your username? I’ll keep an eye out for it.” 

“GhostGeneral,” Wen Qionglin flushed a deeper red. “After one of your mods.” 

“You donated,” Wei Wuxian realized. “You saved my ass! I would have defaulted on Yanli’s medical loan if it wasn’t for you!” 

“I didn’t-” Wen Qionglin’s eyes went wide. 

“You are a lifesaver, Wen Ning,” Wei Wuxian cut him off. “I can’t even begin to think about how to thank you.” 

“You’re going to start streaming again?” Wen Qionglin questioned through his furious blushing. 

“I hope to,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “My life has been a mess since the fire, and then I had my stroke and heart attack.” He sighed. “I didn’t think people would be too excited to watch me play animal crossing, so I’m pushing it off until my left hand is back in good shape. There are certain aspects I want to talk over with Lan Zhan, but yeah. I’m planning on streaming again.” 

“Lan Zhan?” 

“Oh, my husband,” Wei Wuxian explained. He saw the boy’s eyes widen again. He really was an open book. “I guess that's another reason I’m putting off returning. I haven’t really figured out how to explain everything.” 

“You could start with me?” Wen Qionglin offered. 

“Promise not to judge?” Wei Wuxian winced. He got a nod from the boy. He sighed as he reached out for another cat, one with particularly fluffy fur to play with. “When my adoptive parents passed away, we found out the company they owned was in debt. In order to save the company, and my family, I made a marriage contract. I know it sounds archaic, but Lan Zhan is incredibly sweet and I like him alot. I’d like to think he likes me a lot too.” 

“But you did it willingly, right?” Wen Qionglin’s lips pressed into a thin line. “No one forced you?” 

“No! Of course not!” Wei Wuxian protested. “My brother actually still hates that I’ve done it. I don’t regret it,” He pressed. “Lan Zhan is great, even after I had my stroke and heart attack. He’s made sure my family is safe and taken care of.” 

“He hasn’t,” Wen Qionglin broke off. “Forced you?” 

“God no!” Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide. “He wouldn’t do that to me.” 

“Good,” Wen Qionglin exhaled. 

“He’s actually even bought me a whole new gaming rig,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “And the switches so we could play together. He’s even supportive of me streaming and doing youtube again. We’ve even talked about paying back the people who donated to my gofundme, or paying it forward if they want us too.” 

“I’m sure most of them will be happy to hear you're okay,” Wen Qionglin smiled. “We didn’t do it expecting anything in return.” 

“Still, I want to do something.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “After living at rock bottom for a few months, I know how hard it is. Not everyone has a rich alpha come save them.” 

“Have you considered working with Open Nest?” Wen Qionglin questioned. “It’s a charity here in town that works with omegas who’ve fallen on hard times; from dealing with abusive mates to being homeless. A-jie does a few hours there a week offering medical services.” 

“I hadn’t heard of it,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “But I’ll look into it.” He added with a smile. “Now, I need your top five video games.”

“Only five?” 

“Well, it’s a starting point.”

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Lan Wangji wasn’t sure if he’d ever stop having heart palpitations whenever he came home to Wei Wuxian. The mere thought that Wei Wuxian was at home, waiting for him to return filled him with a strange warmth. For the first time, he began delegating tasks so he could leave at a regular time. His staff was proving to be surprisingly capable. 

All thoughts of work bleeded away as he stepped into the house. Their home , Lan Wangji corrected himself with a roll of pleasure. He could hear music drifting from the direction of the kitchen, no doubt from the speakers he and Wei Wuxian had put up together all over the house. Lan Wangji never thought he’d enjoy home improvement, but then again he hadn’t had the visual of Wei Wuxian wielding a drill before. 

So if his mind had begun producing a number of home improvement scenarios, one could hardly blame him. 

Lan Wangji shrugged out of his suit coat, setting it over the railing to the stairs. His fingers worked to undo his cuffs as he made his way to the kitchen, the sound of music growing steadily stronger. It was something slower today, classical almost. His heart skipped a beat as he entered the kitchen, finding his husband in a pair of red booty shorts and one of Lan Wangji’s shirts. 

He was swaying with the music as he chopped carrots. He rolled up onto the balls of his feet as he finished, waltzing over to the sink to put the knife in it. Lan Wangji could tell his leg was still holding him back, but he still had a graceful way about him. His attention was still focused on the food and his dancing as he turned to go to the fridge. In a fit of boldness, Lan Wangji cut in. 

“Lan Zhan! I didn’t hear you come in!” Wei Wuxian’s movements stuttered as Lan Wangji’s arm wound around his waist. 

“Dance with me,” Lan Wangji hummed as he leaned in to kiss Wei Wuxian’s lips. He could feel his husband’s lips curving upwards as an arm wrapped around his shoulder. The other intertwining with Lan Wangji’s extended arm. 

“I didn’t know you could dance,” Wei Wuxian hummed as his feet fell into step with Lan Wangji’s. Lan Wangji shifted his hand slightly on Wei Wuxian’s waist, and Wei Wuxian picked up on the intention, taking some of the weight off his leg. 

“It is a useful skill,” Lan Wangji murmured back. It earned a soft chuckle from Wei Wuxian. “You?” 

“A-Li taught me,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “We found it helped with the deprivation, it’s a bit more active than cuddling.” 

“Am I not cuddling you enough?” Lan Wangji felt a flash of worry. After the slick incident, Lan Wangji had been trying to keep his distance. The easiest way to avoid temptation is not to be in a situation in which you are tempted. He reminded himself every morning in the shower as he jerked off that it would only be a few more weeks. Wei Wuxian’s stress tests were vastly improving. Even his hand wasn’t having as many ‘lagging issues’ as Wei Wuxian referred to them. 

“You are,” Wei Wuxian quickly assured him. “I was just missing her. I visit her in the hospital all the time now, but it’s not the same.” 

“Have the doctors come up with anything new?” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “They think her spine is healing right, so she should be able to walk. She’s out of the worst of the burns, so we don’t have to panic about infection as much. They’ve decided to stop the medication keeping her in a coma, but she still hasn’t woken up. They think due to the trauma she’s in a coma of her own making now. They’re going to give it some time before they try anything to wake her up.” 

“If there’s anything I can do.” 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian smiled at him. Lan Wangji took the moment to spin him, earning a soft laugh for his trouble as their bodies came back together. Wei Wuxian let out a sigh as he shifted closer, letting his head tuck into Lan Wangji’s neck. “How was work?” He murmured. 

“Work,” Lan Wangji murmured as his eyes fell closed. He leaned his cheek against Wei Wuxian’s head. “Your brother is already proving Lotus Pier’s worth.” 

“Is he?” Wei Wuxian’s head perked up. Lan Wangji tried not to mourn the loss. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji confirmed. “A part we need for a medical machine recently skyrocketed in price, brother suspected they were price gouging us. Lotus Pier can make the part for us at under half the cost and still turn a profit.” 

“That’s great!” Wei Wuxian beamed at him. “That could be just the win Jiang Cheng needs to boost his mood too.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. In truth, he didn’t care about Jiang Wanyin. He’d hoped the news might help Wei Wuxian feel more at ease with their arrangement, showing it was beneficial for both sides. 

“Do you think Lotus Pier could produce more of your parts? If they can do it for less, that means you can offer your medical machines for less.” Wei Wuxian thought out loud. His thumb rubbed softly against the back of Lan Wangji’s neck. “More people could get the care they need then.” 

“We are looking into it,” Lan Wangji nodded. Lan Corporation strived for the best products in their fields, and if they can produce the best products at lower cost it only helped them drive their competition out of business. 

“Of course you are,” Wei Wuxian’s smile went soft. His hand fell from Lan Wangji’s outstretched arm, so it could wind its way around his neck with Wei Wuxian’s other arm. “You really are a good person.” He breathed just before he kissed him. 

Lan Wangji tumbled into Wei Wuxian, his lungs filling with the scent of his perfume and a touch of sweat. Wei Wuxian must have been doing his yoga before this. Lan Wangji found himself taking a heavy inhale between kisses, eager for any natural scent of Wei Wuxian’s. 

Control yourself , Lan Wangji reminded himself as Wei Wuxian let out a low moan. Lan Wangji struggled, finally breaking off the kiss. His head fell to the crook of Wei Wuxian’s neck as he panted. Wei Wuxian’s lips continued on, pressing kisses to whatever part of Lan Wangji he could reach. Slowly the rest of the room came back to Lan Wangji. 

They’d shifted, and he had Wei Wuxian pinned against the fridge. He could feel Wei Wuxian’s hips bucking, trying to follow Lan Wangji’s as he pulled away. His hands carded through Wei Wuxian’s hair, which had become incredibly soft with all the products Nie Huaisang had gotten him into, tugging him away from his kisses so Lan Wangji could give him one last firm kiss. 

“Dinner.” 

The whine Wei Wuxian let out was like a siren call. 

Lan Wangji watched as Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened, his whole face flushing as he realized he’d emitted the sound. He couldn’t have him thinking it was bad, so he leaned in, pressing another kiss to his lips. Then another to his bright red cheek. 

“What did you make?” Lan Wangji prodded. 

“Just a salad,” Wei Wuxian muttered as he moved to open the fridge. 

“Looks good,” Lan Wangji hummed as he saw it, sliding behind Wei Wuxian to press a kiss to his neck. 

“Tease,” Wei Wuxian muttered as Lan Wangji moved to get plates. 

“Says the man wearing booty shorts.” Lan Wangji muttered under his breath as he turned around to see the shorts in question had ridden up during their makeout, caught on the tantalizing black strap of Wei Wuxian’s underwear. 

A few weeks . He repeated his mantra. A few weeks and Wei Wuxian would have his first heat in over a year and a half. 

“Alpha, alpha I nee-” 

Lan Wangji forced his thoughts away as he sat. He was thankful the table would hide the hardness in his pants as he thought about unsexy things. Failing that, the idea of Wei Wuxian dead because he over taxed his heart. That was enough to do the trick. 

“You okay?” Wei Wuxian murmured as he set the salad in the center of the table. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Don’t worry, we might be having salad for dinner.” Wei Wuxian started, a sly smile growing on his face. “But I found a healthy dessert for us! One of those overly expensive fake ice creams, but I googled it and it’s practically healthy for you. Which could mean it’s terrible, but I thought it was an adventure we could go on together!” 

“Together,” Lan Wangji hummed in agreement as he served Wei Wuxian from the salad bowl. 

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Wei Wuxian groaned as he curled in on himself. With each heartbeat his head pulsed, wanting to make him bury himself deeper into the sheets he’d already cocooned himself in. Even the sound of his breath was grating, making it feel like his head was crumbling in on itself. He felt a wave of nausea, barely pulling himself to the side of the bed in time. 

The sound of his stomach acid hitting the waste bin liner sent flair of pain. His vision swam with black dots as he tried to determine if he’d thrown up the pain medication he’d taken. How long ago had that been? Had it been minutes or hours? 

God, Wei Wuxian forgot how bad the headaches with this brand of suppressants could get. He almost missed the dull background ones the cheap ones gave him. At least those were ignorable, he could go about his day. He might not have these as often, but they left him useless. 

Once the nausea had passed, he burrowed back into the bed. Too tired to shuffle to the bathroom to get water to clear the taste of acid off his tongue. He let his eyes drift closed as he prayed he could fall asleep. 

“Wei Ying?” 

Wei Wuxian groaned at the sound of his name, despite it being called softly. He shifted his way out of his cocoon of his sheets. His eyes landed on Lan Wangji in the soft light. A hand came up to rub his face, appreciating the fact that at least his own heartbeat didn’t hurt. 

“Lan Zhan?” He croaked. He must have fallen asleep after all. The soft light that had been turned on didn’t make him want to die, so he was definitely considering it an improvement. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji spoke again as he sat carefully on the bed, carefully shifting the waste basket. Wei Wuxian noticed it had been changed. Had he done that? 

“I’m okay Lan Zhan,” He smiled weekly. “Just a bad headache.”

“Suppressants?” Lan Wangji questioned softly. Wei Wuxian nodded. His eyes tracked Lan Wangji as he moved, picking up a glass of water and offering it to him. He took it, the cold water a flash of relief to his cracked throat. He lifted the glass to his temple, sighing at the feeling of the cool glass. It seemed to push Lan Wangji into action as he stood, quickly crossing the room. 

“Lie back,” He hummed when he returned. Wei Wuxian let out a hum as he drained the last of the water before complying. He felt a sigh escape as Lan Wangji laid a wet washcloth over his forehead and eyes. Why hadn’t he thought about that? “I’ll bring you a compress,” Lan Wangji spoke softly. “Can I get you anything else?” 

“Water?” Wei Wuxian sighed. He got a small hum of a reply, before he heard Lan Wangji leave the room. He had half of a thought to see if Lan Wangji would try massaging his neck again. 

Lan Wangji’s return was as soft as his exit. A pair of gentle hands lifting the drying washcloth off his forehead announcing it. Wei Wuxian shifted to sitting up so he could drink some more water. He took the compress and slung it around his neck, sighing at the relief. 

“Did you get something to eat?” Wei Wuxian questioned. Lan Wangji nodded. “Good.” 

“Do you want something?” 

“Honestly, I don’t trust myself to keep it down,” Wei Wuxian snorted as he took another gulp of water before setting it back on the nightstand. “Could you,” He started. He got a nod from Lan Wangji almost immediately. He let out a small chuckle. “Can you try massaging my neck? It helped before.” 

He watched Lan Wangji shift, settling behind him without having to make him move. Wei Wuxian pulled the cold compress from his neck and held it to his forehead. He couldn’t help the small moan as Lan Wangji’s fingers started to work. 

“Better?” 

“You’re a miracle worker,” Wei Wuxian slurred tiredly as he curled against Lan Wangji’s side once he’d finished his massage. He shifted the cold compress so he wouldn’t have to hold it. He heard Lan Wangji adjusting around him. Hands softly carding through his hair, carefully testing a massaging motion. Wei Wuxian let out another moan of appreciation. 

He was drifting off to sleep before he knew it. 

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“I want to expand our research into suppressants,” Lan Wangji kept his voice low as he tried to chop the scallions in front of him as quietly as he could. He couldn’t keep the dull thud from ringing out. He knew there was a whole floor between him and Wei Wuxian, but he couldn’t get the tear stained face out of his mind. 

He never wanted to see his husband in that much pain ever again. 

“I thought we already had something in the works,” Lan Xichen's voice sounded through the bluetooth headset over Lan Wangji’s ear. 

“Mn, for a cheap option. I’d like to research them in general.” 

“I take it this has something to do with your new husband?” Lan Xichen replied. 

“Mn,” He hummed in response. 

“You know, we can’t research everything that mildly inconveniences him.” 

“You didn’t see how much pain he was in ge ,” Lan Wangji’s jaw tightened. “These are supposed to be good suppressants, how can they be good when they force their users to be bedridden for days?” 

“Wangji, it hasn’t been days.” 

“ Ge , he still had it last night.” Lan Wangji shot back. He heard silence from the other side of the phone. “I will take him to the hospital today if it hasn’t improved, as of now he is still sleeping.” 

Gaining no further input from Lan Xichen, he continued on. 

“The suppressant market is dismal with its products, largely because society only requires omegas to take them. I’ve done some research, Omegavita is considered to be one of the best options. Yet nearly 30 percent of its users experience debilitating migraines at least twice every six months. It’s seen as acceptable due to cheaper suppressants causing migraines and headaches more often. If we could produce one that can lower that percent, we’d make a profit. If we can funnel money into reducing the side effects of viagra, which has a target group a fourth of the size of those who take suppressants, we can explore this.” 

“I believe even Uncle will find it difficult to argue with that statement.” Lan Xichen finally hummed. “The market is tricky, what works for one person might not work for another.” 

“No one can monopolize the suppressant market,” Lan Wangji hummed in agreement. “But, if we can provide an option with a lower chance of migraines users will switch. Even if we can produce one at a cheap cost with a  percent migraine rate we can run a majority of the cheap unsafe suppressants out of the market. With a good user base, we could venture into diversifying our options in the market at a later time. ” 

“I’m sure you already have the proposal typed up?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “As well as researchers who would fit the project. Wei Ying’s own doctor is experienced in this area, since she works for Cold Springs it is easy to bring her on board.” 

If Lan Wangji knew Dr. Wen’s younger brother was on Omegavita and experienced the same headaches, it was merely because he listened to his husband. He wiped his hands on the cooking towel over his shoulder, moving to the open laptop on the counter. He quickly loaded the file and sent it to Lan Xichen. 

“I’ve just sent it to you, I’ve included projected costs and timelines.” 

“As prepared and efficient as ever,” Lan Xichen hummed. “I’ll look it over and make my own suggestions, we can discuss it during the meeting on Wednesday. That is if you’ll be in the office?” 

“If Wei Ying has not recovered-” 

“You won’t be in,” Lan Xichen cut him off. “Uncle would have your head for that, you’re lucky I convinced him you’re working from home.” 

“I would do the same for you if you had a mate.” 

“I know Wangji.” Lan Xichen replied. “I know why you made the contract, but Uncle still views it as a business deal. I heard him make a comment about children the other day, it’s only a matter of time before he brings it up to you directly.” 

“Lotus Pier is already proving to be a benefit to Lan Corp,” Lan Wangji replied tersely as he used the blade of his knife to slide the chopped scallions aside, the tofu making a dull thump as he set it out next. “See this as my personal benefit for being right.” 

“Lan Zhan?” 

Lan Wangji’s head jerked up, finding a very bedhead ridden Wei Wuxian lingering in the doorway to the kitchen. He still looked half asleep, a large blanket wrapped around him. But for the first time in the past two days, his eyes were clear. Only marred by the grogginess of sleep. 

“What are you doing at home?” Wei Wuxian shuffled into the kitchen. His brow furrowed as it fell to the pot on the stove. “And cooking?” 

“How are you feeling?” 

“Lan Zhan, don’t tell me you’re home because of my migraine.” 

Lan Wangji merely continued chopping the tofu, following Wei Wuxian’s wishes. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian drug out his name. 

“I am making soup,” Lan Wangji hummed. “It should be ready at the earliest in an hour, would you like something else in the meantime?” 

“Sounds like someone is awake and feeling better,” Lan Xichen’s voice chuckled in Lan Wangji’s ear. “I’ll see you tomorrow Wangji.” 

“Goodbye ge ,” Lan Wangji hummed, reaching up to end the call. “Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji returned to his original questioning. 

“I was thinking about a smoothie,” Wei Wuxian shuffled towards the fridge. 

“Go back to bed, I’ll bring it to you.” Lan Wangji stepped in to stop him. 

“Lan Zhan, it’s a smoothie! I’m pretty sure I can make that myself.” Wei Wuxian whined. 

“Blenders are loud.” Lan Wangji rebutted. “Your migraine-” 

“Is over,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “I wouldn’t be upright if it wasn’t. A little noise isn’t going to kill me anymore.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji resorted to pure begging. “Go rest, I’ll bring it to you.” 

“Fine,” Wei Wuxian fought a yawn. Lan Wangji watched him tighten his blanket around his shoulders before shuffling off. 

Lan Wangji moved quickly through the process of making a smoothie, using the blending time to chop the rest of the tofu and put the lid on it into the pot to simmer. Once it had finished, he poured the smoothie into one of the silly straw tumblrs Wei Wuxian had brought home from one of his meet ups with Wen Qionglin. 

He was met with the sound of animal crossing as he entered the bedroom. Wei Wuxian was bundled up on the couch, the stuffed rabbit poking out of the blankets near his chest. Wei Wuxian smiled as Lan Wangji approached. 

“Thank you,” He hummed, a hand reaching out of the burrito of blankets he’d created around himself. 

“How are you feeling?” Lan Wangji hummed as he lifted a hand to Wei Wuxian’s forehead. 

“Much better, really there’s no need to worry.” Wei Wuxian tilted his head so he could press a kiss to Lan Wangji’s hand. 

“You were out for nearly three days,” Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed. 

“Oof, hadn’t had one like that in a while.” Wei Wuxian winched. “There was one that lasted for a week back when I first went on it, must just be something connected to going back on it. The real tragedy is I lost my Animal Crossing streaks!” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. “I logged in for you.”

“You did?” Wei Wuxian blinked. Lan Wangji nodded, watching a smile grow across Wei Wuxian’s face. “That’s so sweet.” He preened as the log in tune for his island sounded. “I suppose you’ll be headed back to work?” 

“How do you feel?” Lan Wangji prodded again. 

“I’m fine Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian sighed. “A little groggy, and that usual blah that sets in after a bad migraine, but perfectly capable of being on my own.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as he got off the coffee table, picking up his own switch along the way. He settled in next to Wei Wuxian, finding an arched eyebrow in his direction. “You might relapse.” 

“Ah, and my alpha is willing to keep an eye on me in case that happens, is that it?” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he leaned into him. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji leaned in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead. Wei Wuxian chuckled as he turned his attention to the TV. Lan Wangji booted up his own island as he shifted his position on the couch, bringing Wei Wuxian a bit closer into his lap. 

“You know,” Wei Wuxian hummed an hour later. “We could try out some of our other games. I mean, if you think I need more supervision.” 

“Pick one,” Lan Wangji hummed in response. He watched a grin light up Wei Wuxian’s face as he scurried over to their game shelf. 

“We could do one of your indie picks, or pokemon.” He called over his shoulder. 

“You pick.” 

“Real helpful Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian looked back to roll his eyes at him. “Let’s try this Moon Hunters, it’ll be fun to actually play together.” He hummed as he picked up the case. “Do you need to check on the soup?”
“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head, knowing the soup would do better the longer it cooked. “Unless you are hungry?”
“I can wait,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he switched out the game cartridges. “Smoothies go further than you think.” 

“You don’t have to wait,” Lan Wangji reminded him as he took the controller Wei Wuxian offered. 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he kissed him. “Right now I just want to enjoy some video games with my husband, who is totally not using me as an excuse to skip out on work.” He teased as he settled back against Lan Wangji’s side. 

Lan Wangji could keep one corner of his mouth from ticking up. Maybe he was playing hookie, but he had the best intentions. If this had been done normally, they would have taken a honeymoon. No one could blame Lan Wangji for wanting to enjoy his time with his new husband. 

“How do we play?” Lan Wangji questioned as the title screen lit up the TV. 

“No idea!” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Isn’t that the best feeling?” 

Lan Wangji had to disagree, easily the best feeling was his mate curled up next to him. A beautiful smile filled his face as he was practically bouncing from the excitement of trying a new game. 

Maybe there was something to playing hooky. 

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Wei Wuxian sighed as he looked up from his switch, his gaze trailing to the clock Lan Wangji kept on his side of the table. It had been two hours since he’d gotten the text from Lan Wangji to go ahead and eat without him. Two hours since he’d said he was running late. 

It wasn’t like Wei Wuxian didn’t expect him to have to work late. In truth, Wei Wuxian was more surprised that the man had come home consistently at the same time for almost four weeks they’d lived together. Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang had always pulled long hours, making up for it by having dinners together on the weekend. Wei Wuxian wondered if Lan Wangji was pushing off doing work to come home to him at the same time. Not to mention his ‘hooky’ day he took off to care for Wei Wuxian that devolved into them playing video games together for hours. 

Wei Wuxian sighed as he adjusted the stuffed rabbit in his lap. He’d been thrilled Lan Wangji had been coming home to spend time with him. After their talk in the hospital, Wei Wuxian had expected a workaholic he’d barely see. But if this was causing problems for him at work, making it pile up and causing him to work this late… Wei Wuxian would rather him spend more time at work. He didn’t want him to have that much stress. So they’d go through Star Trek and their video games a bit slower. It was hardly the end of the world. Especially since Wei Wuxian was still struggling to play the bigger games!

Wei Wuxian sighed as he set the switch aside, pulling open his phone. Lan Wangji hadn’t sent anything since his notification Wei Wuxian should eat without him. It wasn’t that he needed him home, but now Wei Wuxian was worried. It wouldn’t be annoying to ask if he was okay, would it?
He was pulled from his debate from the sounds of someone in the hallway. He was barely out of bed before the bedroom door opened. 

“Lan Zhan!” He beamed bouncing over. “I didn’t hear you come in! Do you want me to go heat up some leftovers from dinner?” 

“Already ate,” Lan Wangji hummed in response. The weariness evident in Lan Wangji’s tone. 

“Is everything okay?” Wei Wuxian questioned, wrapping his arms around Lan Wangji’s waist. He smiled as Lan Wangji draped himself around him. “Lan Zhan, you’re so tense!” He gasped as he shifted his hands further up Lan Wangji’s back. 

“It was a long day,” Lan Wangji muttered into Wei Wuxian’s neck.

“Why don’t we get you comfy,” Wei Wuxian hummed, pulling back. He reached up to tug the knot out of Lan Wangji’s tie. “And you can come join me in bed?” 

He tilted his head to kiss Lan Wangji, only to have an almost curt kiss pressed to them before Lan Wangji headed for the closet. Wei Wuxian sighed. Ever since the day they got a little too into the make out session, and he bit him, Lan Wangji seemed to be avoiding kissing him. Well, more like he was avoiding making out with him. The farthest they’d gone since was that day they waltzed in the kitchen. Lan Wangji had almost seemed frustrated then. 

Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he stared at the entrance to the closet. They’d been married almost four weeks and Lan Wangji still didn’t change infront of him. Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure if it was avoidance, or if the man was embarrassed. He had no grounds to be. They cuddled, and hands wandered, so Wei Wuxian knew the man was stacked. If he had any doubt of that, they’d started working out together. And Lan Wangji’s spandex outfits left little to the imagination. 

Well, except for one thing. The one thing Wei Wuxian was dying to catch a peek of. 

But tonight wasn’t the night. 

He was going to help Lan Wangji unwind after a long day. 

A few of Nie Huaisang’s suggestions on how he could help Lan Wangji unwind came to mind. Wei Wuxian felt his whole body heat as he pushed them away. They’d have to talk about it sooner or later, despite his heat still being pushed back. Dr. Wen was concerned that his first heat in a year and a half would be brutal. Not to mention he’d never spent a heat with an alpha, they didn’t have a baseline for what he might do. 

But Wei Wuxian couldn’t keep himself from wondering what it was going to be like. He’d never considered himself particularly horny, but he’d seen his fair share of porn. He’d seen his fair share of toys through his few heats. He’d always just assumed his suppressants took of the edge of most of his need. 

But now? It was like just living with an alpha was ramping up his libedo. He found his eyes wandering more and more, and that didn’t even account for his dreams. His hand trailed to his mating gland as he felt a familiar twinge down below. His thoughts trailed back to the bite Lan Wangji had given him weeks ago, how it had set his entire body on fire.

But then it had all stopped. Their affection had reduced down to a few pecks while they cuddled. The few times Wei Wuxian had tried to push for more, well it ended before it could start. He bit his lip, thinking about something else notable from the night it all ended. 

He’d produced slick. 

He hadn’t considered it would ever be a problem, it was a natural part of his arousal. But as he tried to figure out why their heavier make out sessions stopped, he was reminded about what Lan Wangji had told him. He was gay. From what Nie Huaisang had told him, he’d been seen with alphas and betas. Neither of which produced it. Wei Wuxian had just assumed it was fine, but he was beginning to suspect it wasn’t. But what was he supposed to do? He couldn’t stop producing it. Suppressants were iffy for him to be on already, but it wasn’t like he could make his vagina disappear. 

He shook himself out of his downward spiral. This wasn’t about him, tonight it was all about helping  Lan Wangji. Although he could probably pull off a blowjob, he didn’t think a first attempt would be very relaxing for either of them. He looked a little too tired for a show or a game, maybe cuddles would be enough. 

His headache from a few days ago came to mind. More specifically the massage Lan Wangji had given him. Thanks to a seminar with Jiang Yanli, that was something Wei Wuxian knew he could do well. He couldn’t keep his eyes from dropping to the tantalizing flash of bare chest as Lan Wangji appeared in his pajamas.

Interesting effects on his libido indeed. 

“Come here,” Wei Wuxian patted the bed as he tore his gaze away. He couldn’t help but smile as Lan Wangji did without a word. “Lie on your stomach.” He ordered, this time gaining a raised eyebrow. “I thought I could give you a massage, help work out some of that tenseness.” He smiled. 

There was a moment of hesitation, but with a soft sigh Lan Wangji compiled. Wei Wuxian grinned, shifting to straddle Lan Wangji for easier access to that broad back. As he settled his weight over Lan Wangji’s hips, he felt the man tense up. 

“Lan Zhan, the point of this is to help you relax,” He leaned forward to press a kiss to the back of Lan Wangji’s head. “Do you want to do this sitting up?” He offered when the tension didn’t abate. 

“No,” Lan Wangji answered after a moment of silence.

 Wei Wuxian started to hum, trailing his fingers over Lan Wangji’s back. He could feel the muscles shifting in response. He allowed himself a moment of exploration, a bit of it for fun and some of it to remember it all. From there he let himself focus on massaging every inch of Lan Wangji. He couldn’t help but smile at how warm and pliant Lan Wangji had become. He shifted to work on Lan Wangji’s legs, letting out a happy hum as he finished massaging his feet. 

“How do we feel?” He hummed, crawling his way back up to settle in next to Lan Wangji. His head turned on the pillow, his eyes looking like honey. Wei Wuxian reached out, tracing mindless patterns on his shoulder blades. “I’m glad I could help.” 

“You always help,” Lan Wangji murmured back. Wei Wuxian laughed, leaning in to kiss him. 

“Come on,” He nudged him. “Your personal masseuse wants some cuddles before we drift off. Turn over.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian pouted. Still Lan Wangji shook his head, a sigh as his cheek settled into his pillow. “Is someone comfy?” He teased. He got another hum as the golden eyes flickered closed. “Sleep well sweetheart.” 

He leaned in to press a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek. He stood, turning out all the lights before slinking back into their bed. He curled around Lan Wangji’s form. Taking a deep breath of the sandalwood scent as he drifted off to sleep. 

Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure when he woke up again, but he knew it was far too early for Lan Wangji to be gone for work. His brow  furrowed as he sat up in bed as he heard muffled grunting and the sound of the shower running. He could see light shining from the bottom of the bathroom door. He stood, crossing to the door. He paused as he listened, hearing the grunts a bit louder from here.

“Lan Zhan?” He called softly. He tried the door knob when he got no answer, finding it locked. “Lan Zhan?” He tried again, again no reply. Wei Wuxian bit his lip, quickly crossing to the closet. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw light from the open entrance to the bathroom. He peered through the crack. 

He stuttered to a stop as his gaze landed on the mirror’s reflection. Every muscle in Lan Wangji’s body seemed to be tense, his fingers digging against the tile wall as he used an arm to prop himself up. The other hand.

The other hand was wrapped around his weeping swollen cock. Wei Wuxian felt his mouth run dry at the size of it. It even dwarfed Lan Wangji’s own hand as it pumped up and down. Wei Wuxian’s eyes tracked the movement, his brain distantly registering the slight curve of it. Wei Wuxian felt his own body heat, as if it was trying to match the same shade of red Lan Wangji’s cock was. 

Wei Wuxian licked his lips as he let his hand slip into his waistband. He bypassed his cock, only to gasp as his fingers ghosted past his lips. His free hand flew out to catch himself on the wall. It really had been a while.  His eyes rose to Lan Wangji’s form in the mirror as he wrapped a hand around his own cock, now wet with his own slick. With his heartbeat pounding in his ears, he matched Lan Wangji’s pace. 

It was a little too fast for Wei Wuxian’s liking, reminding him too much of jerking off in the bathroom at boarding school. At the same time it was perfect. Lan Wangji’s scent hung heavy in the air, filling his lungs with every panting breath. On top of it all he got so see Lan Wangji, the curve of his ass. The slack nature of his face, how his muscles tensed, his haggard breathing. 

A long moan pulled from Lan Wangji, somehow vibrating into the air. Wei Wuxian had to clamp his mouth around his fist to keep from replying in turn. He tried to match the now furious speed Lan Wangji was setting, and just as he was about to come apart. 

“Wei Ying!” 

It sent Wei Wuxian flying from the closet door. His heart pounded. His face flushed from the embarrassment of being caught. He dove into the bed, as if pretending to be asleep would save him from the awkward conversation. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying will away the hardness and dampness in his pants. He wiped his hand on the crotch of his pjs, figuring it might go unnoticed. The image came flying back into his mind, of Lan Wangji’s shuddering facial expression. The way his jaw had dropped, his eyes squeezed shut. 

His eyes squeezed shut?

How could Lan Wangji have seen him peeking with his eyes closed? 

The question rang through his mind as he heard the shower being turned off. It was followed by the sound of the bathroom door being opened, the light switching off. The soft padding of Lan Wangji’s feet. Wei Wuxian tried not to take a sharp intake of breath as the bed shifted under his weight. 

His arms were gentle as they wound their way around Wei Wuxian. Lips trailed tender kisses across Wei Wuxian’s shoulders, the softest sigh as Lan Wangji fully settled. Wei Wuxian breathed in the heady sandalwood scent, the realization a very similar one tended to linger in the bathroom in the mornings. He found himself rolling over to nuzzle into it, wondering how he missed that it screamed sex. 

Did Lan Wangji get himself off every morning in the bathroom? Was his name on his lips every time? He could feel the heat pooling in his stomach. Was this why his libido had been skyrocketing? A reaction to the heavenly scent Lan Wangji was giving off right now?

He felt Lan Wangji tense as he nuzzled his way into his neck, taking a deep breath. He mouthed over the scent gland, moaning at the spike in Lan Wangji’s scent. He felt tender hands pull him away, tucking him against Lan Wangji’s chest. He whined. 

“Shh,” Lan Wangji hummed. “Go back to sleep.” He murmured, a hand massaging its way through his hair. Wei Wuxian nearly laughed at the realization Lan Wangji thought he had been asleep. As the scent shifted, a soft tune fell from Lan Wangji’s lips. Wei Wuxian felt his eyelids become heavy. The last thought he had was whether or not this happened often for Lan Wangji to be so good at it.  

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Lan Wangji wondered if this was his punishment. His karma for wanting Wei Wuxian so much he went after him, making him an offer he couldn’t refuse.

He’d been in heaven the moment Wei Wuxian put his hands on him. The sentiment alone was sweet, but he didn’t expect Wei Wuxian to actually be good at giving massages. The only problem was Wei Wuxian had been so focused on Lan Wangji’s body, he hadn’t paid attention to his own. 

More specifically the way his cock rubbed against the cleft of Lan Wangji’s ass. 

Lan Wangji didn’t even know if Wei Wuxian knew he was hard. Lan Wangji definitely was, as Wei Wuxian found his way into more imaginative positions. Any other night he would have swapped their positions, let his alpha take what it wanted. 

And then he wanted to cuddle. 

It had taken all of Lan Wangji’s willpower to pretend to go to sleep, instead of ravishing Wei Wuxian like his instincts wanted. It felt like torture waiting for Wei Wuxian to drift off. Lan Wangji knew he was safe when he turned into an octopus. All he had to do was pry off Wei Wuxian and escape to the bathroom. 

Only to be jumped the moment he returned to bed. Lan Wangji could practically taste Wei Wuxian’s slick, which was only distracted from as he latched on to Lan Wangji’s mating gland. His mind spun at the future possibilities. Would his slick change once he was off his suppressants? Would it blend with his natural scent or contrast? 

He almost had to go back to the shower. 

It was a miracle he managed to drift off. Only to be woken by Wei Wuxian rutting against him. His breath coming in soft high whines against Lan Zhan’s ear. A wetness Lan Wangji could feel through both of their pajamas. Then the moan’s started. 

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan!” 

It was simple to say Lan Wangji went into work early. 

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Wei Wuxian woke up to a mess. He buried his face in his pillow, praying it happened after Lan Wangji left for work. One the soul crushing embarrassment passed, he shuffled off to the bathroom. Only to stop as he got hit by a wall of sandalwood.

He groaned as he drank the scent in. How was it still this strong? Unless the frequency went up. Wei Wuxian tried not to think about it as he got in the bathtub. But the lavender bubbles did little to keep him from thinking about it. 

After two weeks of thinking Lan Wangji might no longer be attracted to him, he’d found out the man had been jerking off in the shower to him. Secretly! If he’d known he would have offered to suck his dick, he couldn’t see how that would affect his heart. 

Which just made the whole thing more frustrating!

How was he supposed to hold out for his heat knowing Lan Wangji was taking care of himself in the bathroom every morning? Maybe if he hadn’t seen him. If his mental image of him remained like a Ken doll. Now, knowing what he had hidden in his pants? Wei Wuxian sighed as he sank lower in the tub, feeling heat pooling in his gut. 

He had wrapped a hand around his length, and let his other drift just behind it when he paused. 

He wasn’t off his suppressants because they were worried the heat would be too stressful for his body. Dr. Wen hadn’t said anything about not having regular sex. He had been cleared for some heavier work outs, so why not sex? Wei Wuxian practically tripped out of the tub, toweling himself off as he hurried for his phone.

“Hello?” 

“Dr. Wen, it’s Wei Wuxian.” Wei Wuxian greeted. “I had a few questions, well one question. Do you have some time?” 

“Go ahead,” Dr. Wen’s voice responded. 

“Well, I know we are waiting to go off the suppressants for a heat,” Wei Wuxian started. “With my stress test recently, I was wondering if.” He suddenly found himself shy, stuttering to a stop. 

“Wondering what?” Dr. Wen prodded. 

“If regular sex would be okay,” Wei Wuxian blurted. 

“Keep it vanilla,” Dr. Wen replied bluntly. “I’d advise against marathoning or a massive amount of edging.” Wei Wuxian felt his entire face heat. “Was that all?” 

“Yeah,” He stuttered. “See you next week.” He muttered as she hung up. 

He felt nerves pounding through his system. He and Lan Wangji could have sex anytime. He found himself nervously bustling through the house, constantly finding his thoughts drifting. Was he supposed to set the mood? Did he just proposition Lan Wangji? Did he expect him to have experience? What if he was terrible at it? He found himself pouring over the materials Nie Huaisang had given him. 

Which only served to make him more nervous about it. How was he supposed to remember how to curl his tongue when just  kissing Lan Wangji made all his thoughts vacate his body? He supposed having a dick in his mouth would be different than kissing, so maybe he might remember. 

He was so nervous about it he didn’t even bring it up that night. 

Or the next.

It wasn’t until four days later, when they were curled up watching a movie. A sex scene had started. Wei Wuxian looked over, finding Lan Wangji impassively looking at the scene. He shifted, feeling himself flush worse with each moan. 

“I’m a virgin,” He blurted. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt Lan Wangji tense up next to him.  Of all the things he could have led with, he went with that? He buried his face in his hands. He heard Lan Wangji pause the movie. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian felt a hand land on his back, another tug at his hands. Wei Wuxian felt his panic settle in. 

“I know I come off as a big flirt, especially back in high school.” Wei Wuxian started to babble. “But I was really just a tease. I panicked when anyone actually expected me to follow up. I mean, I didn’t even have my first kiss until you kissed me in the grocery store parking lot! Which is embarrassing, I used to have people come asking me for sexual advice! Thank heavens for the internet, then again maybe I wouldn’t be in this position if I’d been found out. In truth I don’t have any idea what I’m doing when it comes to sex with another person.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji spoke when he paused to take a breath. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” 

“It’s not okay!” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I’m horny all the time now, but I’m too nervous about asking you to have sex to do anything about it.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji hummed, a hand settling on the back of his neck to massage it slightly. “You are still recovering.”
“Dr. Wen cleared me for sex four days ago.” Wei Wuxian sighed exasperatedly. He could see Lan Wangji still, his breath catching. “I’m sorry I brought it up-” Wei Wuxian’s words were cut off by Lan Wangji’s lips capturing his. 

“Lan Zhan-” He tried to interrupt only to find him being kissed again. “I’ll take,” Another cut of kiss. “That as,” He gasped as Lan Wangji’s teeth caught his lower lip. As he sucked on it, Wei Wuxian forgot what he was going to say. A long moan pulled from him as he wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck, diving into his mouth. 

“Are you sure?” Lan Wangji questioned when they finally parted, panting. A trail of spit connecting their lips. 

Wei Wuxian huffed, pushing Lan Wangji back so he could straddle him. He used the height advantage to control the next round of kissing. Lan Wangji’s hands felt like fire as they trailed up and down his sides. As they settled on his ass, Wei Wuxian managed to remember kissing wasn’t the only goal.  

“Wei Ying.” 

His hand’s furiously pulled at the buttons of Lan Wangji’s shirt. He let out a grunt of frustration as he settled back. Only to have the sparkling fizz of pleasure run up his spine from the friction. He rocked his hips, chasing the pleasure again. He fell forward, burying his head in to the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck. 

The intoxicating scent that had been haunting him the past few days filled his lungs. He moaned as he mouthed at it. Only for a new spark of pleasure as Lan Wangji’s hands dug into his hips. It was all the warning he got before he was suddenly hoisted into the air.  

“Lan Zhan!” He squealed as his hands clawed for a hold, his legs quickly wrapping around his waist. A moan worthy pleasure radiating out as he rubbed himself against Lan Wangji’s torso. His lips latched back on to his neck. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured as he laid him on the bed. Wei Wuxian hummed back, nipping at Lan Wangji’s neck. His hands tugging at the loose half buttoned shirt. “Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji said more forcefully. Wei Wuxian whined as Lan Wangji’s hands captured his wrists, until Lan Wangji had them pinned above his head. He met Lan Wangji’s gaze as he towered over him. 

This was good. 

It was better than good. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed, his golden eyes blown wide. “Are you sure?”  

“Gods yes,” He purred, bucking hips in an attempt to get more of that friction. “Fuck me Lan Zhan.” 

He watched Lan Wangji’s eyes fully darken, a low growl just before he pounced. Wei Wuxian gasped as teeth started nipping and sucking at his neck, his free hand starting to ruck up Wei Wuxian’s t-shirt. His mouth was hot as he latched on to one of Wei Wuxian’s nipples. He swore he could feel Lan Wangji smiling as his first suck pulled a high pitch whine out of him. 

“Lan Zhan!” He whined squirming against the hand that still had his pinned. It was an atrocity his ability to touch had been taken away. And that Lan Wangji was still in clothing. 

Instead of being released, he found a pair of dark eyes looking up at him. A string of spit connecting his now red nipple and Lan Wangji’s mouth as he released. It went straight through him, soaking through his underwear.  He let out a high pitched whine as Lan Wangji almost smirked and latched onto his other nipple. God, he was such a tease.

 “I want to touch you too.” Wei Wuxian remembered his complaint. Not to mention his underwear was now getting uncomfortably wet. “I’ve been dying to get my hands on you,” He purred when Lan Wangji made no move to pull away from his task. “You don’t even change in front of me.” He bent his head in an attempt to nuzzle into Lan Wangji’s hair. “If I hadn’t caught sight of you in the shower-” 

Wei Wuxian broke off in a squeal as Lan Wangji delivered a harsh bite to his peck. His heart beat stuttered as Lan Wangji loomed over him. The golden eyes burned as they looked down at him. 

“Shower?” Lan Wangji murmured, his head tilting. Wei Wuxian felt shivers run down his spine as his breath ghosted across his lips. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed as his eyes fell to Lan Wangji’s red lips. He arched his back so he could trail his nose along Lan Wangji’s. “Your poor husband woke up to an empty bed. I heard moaning,” He pouted. “You’re smart little omega wasn’t going to let a locked door keep him out.”

“My nosy little omega,” Lan Wangji purred. Wei Wuxian let his pout deepen. 

“Lan Zhan,” He leaned forward to whisper into Lan Wangji’s ear. “I had to stop myself from joining you, but I was already so wet.” He managed to tug a hand loose in Lan Wangji’s surprise. It tugged at one of Lan Wangji’s as he guided him into his pants, which were positively dripping. “Just like I am now.” 

Lan Wangji let out a shuddering breath as his hand ghosted past Wei Wuxian’s hard cock and felt Wei Wuxian’s slick against his fingers. Wei Wuxian smiled, dragging his teeth along Lan Wangji’s ear. His scent was heavenly by now, Wei Wuxian could practically taste it. 

“I couldn’t let it go to waste,” He murmured, guiding Lan Wangji’s fingers just a bit closer to his goal. A shiver pulling gasp out of Wei Wuxian, nearly distracting him from what he was saying. “So I joined you in a different way.” He guided the now slick covered hand to wrap around his cock. “And wat-” 

Wei Wuxian saw stars as Lan Wangji’s hand clenched around his member unexpectedly and dragged hard along his length. The hand pinning his other hand gone, instead ripping away his pants and underwear in a furious motion. Wei Wuxian gasped as the cold air hit his slick. 

“Lan Zhan!” He shrieked as he was suddenly drug across his bed. He came to a stop, his ass half hanging off the bed. Lan Wangji’s hands keep his legs airborne, a pussy clenching feeling. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed. His eyes trailing over every inch that was now exposed, like he’d just been handed the world. Wei Wuxian felt himself flush, pulling off his rucked up t-shirt to cover his embarrassment. 

“Staring like that makes a boy nervous,” Wei Wuxian muttered when Lan Wangji still hadn’t made a move. Lan Wangji leaned in, pressing a kiss to his lower thigh. Wei Wuxian shivered as he made his way up further, a tongue lapping up the trickling slick. “Lan Zhan!” He gasped. A pair of golden eyes met his as the pink tongue lapped up more. Wei Wuxian gulped, feeling a twinge. He swore he saw Lan Wangji smirk as more slick began to trickle out. 

Wei Wuxian felt his breath catch as Lan Wangji reached the junction of his hip. Lan Wangji couldn’t be considering that. He reached out, threading his hands through his hair moments before his lips could wrap around his cock. 

“Lan Zhan,” He breathed with wide eyes. “You don’t have to, I -.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed, a hand guiding a leg to his shoulder. His eyes burned as he pressed a kiss to it. “Let me take care of you.” 

Wei Wuxian swallowed, letting his hold on Lan Wangji’s hair loosen. Lan Wangji pressed another kiss to his knee before lowering his head. Wei Wuxian gasped as he was enveloped in the wet heat. He could feel his tongue flicking and wrapping around it as he bobbed his head, far more experienced then Wei Wuxian would have expected. 

“Have you done this before?” Wei Wuxian gasped his hand flew back to Lan Wangji’s head. His hand tightening in Lan Wangji’s hair for a different reason. His back arched off the bed as Lan Wangji hummed in response, the vibrations traveling right to his core. “I didn’t know you knew another male omega.” He heard a sinful pop as Lan Wangji pulled off. 

“Not an omega,” Lan Wangji murmured, his breath on his wet cock causing Wei Wuxian to shiver. 

“Oh right,” Wei Wuxian breathed, cringing at his mistake. Any further thoughts about it were chased off as Lan Wangji deepthroated him.  Wei Wuxian struggled to think, feeling slick gushing out of him as he clenched. 

 “I don’t come from there.” He finally managed.  He felt the alpha still, mouth still wrapped around him. Finally words came back to him, and they came out in a babbling torrent. “I mean I do, but it’s not like when I come the other way. I mean, I haven’t tried it this way I guess? I mean one time during a fantastic heat, I was using a two headed dildo and a thing you stick your cock into at the same time.” He babbled. “But then I broke them.” 

“I didn’t realize,” Lan Wangji murmured once he’d pulled off, pressing a kiss to the side of Wei Wuxian’s hardness. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian squirmed. His hand reached out to tug at Lan Wangji’s shirt. Maybe now Lan Wangji would just get down to business. Lan Wangji compiled, pulling off his shirt and tossing it aside. Wei Wuxian beamed as he ran his hands over Lan Wangji’s torso. “However, I’d be willing to give it a try on you if you’d like.” He purred as he leaned forward to kiss Lan Wangji. 

It earned him the odd sensation of tasting himself on Lan Wangji’s lips. He furrowed, usually it tasted different. He supposed it must be due to his suppressants. Still, Lan Wangji had been lapping it up like it was the nectar of the gods. He reached down, tugging at the band of Lan Wangji’s trousers. He got the button undone before Lan Wangji guided him back to the bed. Trailing kisses back down his torso. 

His nose nuzzled against his hip bone, a deep breath as if he was trying to find Wei Wuxian’s scent. Wei Wuxian felt a bit guilty, knowing it wouldn’t return until he was off his suppressants. He carded his hands through his hair in an attempt to console him. He sighed as Lan Wangji nuzzled his way back to his cock. The man really was stubborn, Wei Wuxian thought as he let his head drop back to the bed. 

“Lan Zhan, you don’t-” 

Wei Wuxian’s words were cut off by a shuddering moan as something hot and wet brushed past his clit.  Seemingly emboldened by the reaction, it probed further flicking and exploring. 

“Lan Zhan!” He cried. Another hum radiating throughout Wei Wuxian’s body, leaving him trembling. The tongue brushed past his clit again, this time flicking around it. “There!” He gasped as his hips gyrated down into Lan Wangji’s face. 

His tongue lavished over it as a finger slid in alongside it. All Wei Wuxian found he could do was writhe and moan. It was like a spring was winding tighter in his stomach. Pleasure was rocking through his system, clouding his thoughts like the haze of sandalwood laying heavy across the room. His toes curled as Lan Wangji’s fingers bent, exploring and spreading. He wasn’t sure how many fingers he’d gotten up to. 

But he knew it wasn’t enough.

He needed more. He’d lose his mind if he didn’t get it. 

“Lan Zhan, please,” Wei Wuxian wailed, his chest heaving. Although he doubted that was what actually came out of his mouth. Lan Wangji barely paused. “I need more,” He pleaded his hands pulling at Lan Wangji. “Please, I need-” He gasped as Lan Wangji delivered a particularly sweet suck. 

 “Alpha.”

The word stilled Lan Wangji’s actions immediately. Wei Wuxian keened loudly at the loss as he pulled out. It was silenced as Lan Wangji’s lips captured his, wet with slick. Wei Wuxian’s hands buried themselves into his hair. 

“Please,” He begged between kisses. “Alpha, please. I need you.”

 The sound he made when he felt the head of Lan Wangji’s cock brush past him must have been ear shattering.  His arms scrambled to pull himself closer to Lan Wangji, their bare chests pressing together. 

Lan Wangji shallowly thrust in, as if testing the waters. Wei Wuxian keened, trailing kisses all over his face as he blabbered mindlessly. His own hips rocking, urging Lan Wangji on. Until finally skin met, Lan Wangji’s hips flush with Wei Wuxian’s ass. They stayed like that for a moment, breathing together. Wei Wuxian had never felt so stretched, so full. So right. 

“Can I move?” Lan Wangji murmured softly, a hand slowly caressing down Wei Wuxian’s back. Wei Wuxian nodded breathlessly. 

“Fuck,” He gasped as Lan Wangji drug back before thrusting back in. “You feel so good,” He purred. “My alpha.” He was rewarded with a faster thrusting, Lan Wangji’s lips trailing over Wei Wuxian’s shocked body. 

“You’re so tight,” Lan Wangji purred a hand trailing down and cupping his ass, heaving him up to change the position. His hands manhandled Wei Wuxian’s limbs like he was a doll. Each new adjustment made Wei Wuxian think he couldn’t get any deeper. 

Until he proved Wei Wuxian wrong. 

Every time. 

“There!” Wei Wuxian screeched as Lan Wangji hit a spot that felt like fireworks. HIs fingers dug into Lan Wangji’s back as he tried to urge him back into the spot. 

Only for Lan Wangji to nail it. Again, and again.  

It was like Wei Wuxian was vacating his body, numb with pleasure. He swore he could see them tangled on the bed. The bulging muscles of his back as he thrusted, marred by red fingernail marks. 

Only to be brought gasping back to his body as a press of pain hit him. Unintelligible words flew out of his mouth in confusion as everything seemed to go tight. He didn’t have long to dwell on the realization there was a finger in his ass. 

Lan Wangji’s next thrust was perfectly aimed, and timed just as his finger found what it was looking for. Wei Wuxian’s scream was his own dial up tone as his brain disconnected. HIs body jerked like a livewire. 

And right into the waiting mouth of Lan Wangji. 

With Wei Wuxian gone, he was nothing but primal instinct as he bit back. It was like an electric circuit had been completed. A jolting sensation that doubled the intense, soul shattering pleasure already rocking through his system. 

And together they shattered. 

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His. 

His Mate. 

His Wei Ying. 

His Omega. 

His. 

The thought alone was enough to make Lan Wangji purr, a low rumble that sounded off through their bedroom. To actually have his mate sprawled out next to him, his face slack with sleep. Well, it was understandable why Lan Wangji couldn’t keep his hands off of him. 

Or his lips. 

They trailed backup to Wei Wuxian’s neck, a tongue lashing out to clean the red bite mark nestled on it. He’d heard stories of bonding, how it was described as earth shaking. Lan Wangji had written it off, figuring it was all talk. Having experienced it, he could say they were all right. He’d never had an orgasam hit so hard, nor for so long. He had even passed out. 

 Wei Wuxian had remained passed out for the evening. The part of Lan Wangji that had struggled to control his wants was a bit disappointed, wanting to go another few rounds. Another part knew he shouldn’t have overwhelmed Wei Wuxian. He’d taken his virginity and bonded him in the same round. If he hadn’t made it good for Wei Wuxian, at least he had a lifetime to make it up to him. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he began to wake. Lan Wangji lavished over the bite one last time, before resuming his trail of kisses. “Lan Zhan,” He whined, the needy tone reminiscent enough of the night before Lan Wangji felt some of his blood trail south. “I was asleep.” 

An adorable pout came to his lips as his eyes opened. They blinked, adjusting to the sunlight streaming in the windows. Lan Wangji felt a smile grow on his lips as he saw those silver eyes trail the length of him. The softest blush formed on Wei Wuxian’s cheeks as his hand reached out to run through Lan Wangji’s hair. 

“Kiss me and I may forgive you,” Wei Wuxian teased. Lan Wangji leaned up, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. “Someone’s in a good mood,” He continued, cupping the side of Lan Wangji’s face as his thumb ran over the smile there. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, pressing a kiss to the thumb. How could he not? Everything he’d ever wanted was laid out in front of him. He continued his way down to the palm of Wei Wuxian’s hand, then to his elbow. 

Lan Wangji was only distracted by the feeling of fingers ghosting over the tingling bite mark on his own neck. His purr roared a bit louder. He felt Wei Wuxian jerk in surprise, a hand shifting down to rest on his chest as if to feel Lan Wangji’s purr. 

“How do you feel?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Why?” Wei Wuxian teased. “Is it because that isn’t your knee I’m feeling?” He leaned forward to kiss Lan Wangji. 

Lan Wangji leaned into the kiss, subtly trying to shift away from the exact thing Wei Wuxian was teasing him for. He’d remembered his first time, the pain in his lower back that haunted him the entire next day. Which was why he was going to cuddle and nurse Wei Wuxian the whole day. 

At least that’s what he thought up until Wei Wuxian rolled, straddling him. 

“Wei Ying.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian purred back. His hand cautiously stroked Lan Wangji’s cock, that was now at full attention nestled between his ass cheeks.  

“Wei Ying we shouldn’t.” 

“Who knew you were the kind of guy to blow someones mind with sex and then deny him the next morning.” Wei Wuxian huffed. 

“I don’t want you to be in pain.” 

“Please, with how much time you spent preparing me, how could I be in pain?” Wei Wuxian snorted as he bent to press kisses to Lan Wangji’s chest.

“Even with prep it still hurts.” Lan Wangji protested. Suddenly Wei Wuxian’s face fell, as if he suddenly realized something. 

“Are you talking about anal?” 

Lan Wangji felt his ears flush red as he nodded. 

“Right! Gay!” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “You’ve never had sex with someone with a,” He trailed off. “You know?” 

“You can say anal but not vagina?” 

“Lan Zhan!” 

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji replied flatly. 

“Well, when you have a vagina,” Wei Wuxian replied, feeling his face flame red. “If you prep right and you aren’t too rough, you don’t have pain.” 

“So you're not,” Lan Wangji trailed off. Wei Wuxian laughed as he felt Lan Wangji twitch behind him. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian shook his head as he leaned over, pressing a kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. “And this omega is more than willing to take his alpha’s dick again.” 

A growl ripped from Lan Wangji’s lips as he bucked up. They tumbled against the sheets, Lan Wangji heeding Wei Wuxian’s words as he prepared him. The whining protests his omega gave made it very hard not to listen to him and the alpha instincts that were telling him just to slam in. Eventually they both came undone, leaving them to pant together against the sheets. 

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “I’ve been missing out.” 

Lan Wangji was unable to stop the disgruntled growl of disapproval from escaping his lips at the thought of Wei Wuxian with someone else. Thankfully it only pulled a laugh from Wei Wuxian. A large smile pulled up his lips as he propped his chin on Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“Don’t worry,” He teased. “After whatever you did last night with your finger in my ass, I wouldn’t dare go looking at anyone else. What did you do?” 

“We might have to test the theory,” Lan Wangji hummed as he trailed his fingers up Wei Wuxian’s side. The orgasam was still buzzing through his system. “But I believe you have a g spot that can be hit at the same time as your prostate.”

“How’d you even think of that?” 

“Intuitive leap,” Lan Wangji murmured back. A wave of pride flooding through him at how happy Wei Wuxian seemed to be with his performance. But he still felt the worry. “You enjoyed it?” Lan Wangji murmured.

“Very much,” Wei Wuxian smiled up at him. “I would have died a very happy man if my heart gave out.” Lan Wangji barely cut off another growl of displeasure “What, you don’t like jokes about me dying?” 

“I do not,” Lan Wangji nodded, a hand coming up to trail down Wei Wuxian’s back. Wei Wuxian sighed, before biting his bottom lip. 

“Was it okay for you?” He muttered. “I mean you seemed very experienced, and I know I’m not. I don’t feel like I did much for you-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji cut him off. “It was perfect.”

“Well, I’m sure my technique can be improved.” He leaned up to press a kiss to his lips. “I can only hope I learn as quickly as you.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji chased his lips. He didn’t care if Wei Wuxian was good in bed, all he cared was that Wei Wuxian was his. 

“Well, be prepared cause I am going to learn how to blow your mind.” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Put cucumbers on the shopping list.” 

“I’d prefer hands on practice,” Lan Wangji replied, capturing his lips in a kiss again. 

“That I can agree to,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “Lots and lots and lots of practice,” He repeated, punctuating each lot with a kiss. “Everyday.” 

“Mark your words,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. A hand coming to trail down the curve of Wei Wuxian ass. 

“I will,” Wei Wuxian hummed, resting his cheek on Lan Wangji’s chest.

Before Lan Wangji could relax into the feeling, Wei Wuxian was bolting up. 

“Lan Zhan! You should be at work!” 

“I took the day off.” Lan Wangji soothed. “Wanted to be here when you woke up.” 

“It would be rather rude to blow my mind with sex and leave me to pick up the pieces by myself.” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he leaned back in to press a kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. 

Lan Wangji exhaled, in truth he was hoping for a replay of the day he’d taken after Wei Wuxian’s migraine. Nothing but the two of them enjoying their time together, cuddled together like mates. A perfect day to start their bond. Of course, a perfect day called for a good breakfast. 

“I will go make breakfast,” Lan Wangji chased Wei Wuxian’s lips to press another kiss on them. Only for Wei Wuxian to emit a whine, flopping across Lan Wangji’s whole body. 

“And make me miss this opportunity to keep you in bed?” Wei Wuxian questioned, his head nuzzling its way into Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji’s heart skipped a beat as he felt Wei Wuxian’s lips press into the bite mark, before the tongue gently licked over the marks. “You’ll have to bribe me with something better than food.” 

“Better than food,” Lan Wangji murmured, a hand gently tracing up Wei Wuxian’s back. He heard his mate sigh, a low rumbling purr sounding from his chest. Lan Wangji felt a smile turn up his lips as he pressed a kiss into Wei Wuxian’s hair, hearing his mate’s breathing slowly lengthen as he drifted off. 

Maybe a late start was fine.

Chapter Text

“Huaisang, I thought you were going to be here a half hour ago?” Wei Wuxian sighed into his phone. “Did you have a hard time finding Wen Ning’s place?” 

“I’m here!” Wen Qionglin’s voice sounded in the distance. 

“No, I’m afraid we’re having problems finding your place.” Nie Huaisang’s voice sounded again. Wei Wuxian felt his brow furrow. 

“Huaisang it’s the only place on the block!” He protested. He heard honking from the other side of the line. 

“Nie-xiong, maybe I should talk to him?” A worried Wen Qionglin sounded again. 

“I’m perfectly capable,” Nie Huaisang’s voice chided at the same time another honk sounded. “Just double check the address for me.” 

Wei Wuxian rattled the address off again as he paced back over to the security screens. Lan Wangji had shown him where they were, tucked into one of the side halls under some paintings, shortly after he moved in. He’d been waiting to push the big button that would open the gates for weeks! All of Lan Wangji’s cars had sensors, meaning there was no use for it. 

“That’s the address,” Wen Qionglin’s voice sounded. 

“There’s nothing here but a massive park!” Nie Huaisang protested. Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he saw him in a car that passed by. 

“I just saw you!” Wei Wuxian exclaimed as he saw the car go past. 

“What?” Nie Huaisang’s exclamation was joined with the car slamming on its brakes. 

“You just passed the gates!” Wei Wuxian huffed. “Here, I’m opening them now.” He pressed the button. “I’ll meet you up front, just follow the drive.” 

He ended the call, sliding his phone in his pocket as he made his way towards the front door. He paused, ducking his head into the sitting room where Lan Wangji was. His mate’s gaze rose from the switch in his hands. 

Wei Wuxian smiled, his mate. A year ago he would have thought calling someone his mate was long off in his future. Yet here he was, bonded. Granted they’d been bonded for a few days, but still. There was an ease about it, like it was second nature. 

He had to remind himself it was. Alpha and omega, they were like yin and yang. Two opposites that could work in perfect harmony. There was certainly a certain harmony in the way they’d come together lately, again and again. For all his talk, Wei Wuxian finally had a sex life. And an extraordinary one at that, if he did say so himself. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji broke through his thoughts. 

“They’re here,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “I’m just going to go meet them.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “Let me know if I’m needed.” 

“You’re always needed,” The teasing fell from Wei Wuxian’s lips without thought. Before he could have a moment to panic, he saw Lan Wangji’s gaze turn tender. Only to be followed by a subtle shifting he’d become hyper aware of. 

“We do not have time,” Wei Wuxian shifted to leave. “They’re literally coming up the driveway!” He added moving out of the room. 

He hurried out the front door, waving as he saw the car coming up the gravel drive. He watched both men get out of the car with wide eyes. He suddenly felt a bit nervous, he supposed the house was a lot. 

“Welcome to my home?” He nervously called out. 

“I knew the Lans were loaded,” Nie Huaisang breathed out. “But I didn’t expect this.” 

“Lan Zhan’s dad actually built it for his mom,” Wei Wuxian explained. “She’s the one who did all the gardening you see, and what you don’t see.” 

“That was sweet,” Wen Qionglin hummed. His eyes still wide as he took in his surroundings. 

“Well, why don’t you two come in?” Wei Wuxian gestured. “I was pretty sure I could record a video update on my own but it’s nice to have some input.” 

“I couldn’t let you return to those horrid blurry, low quality, low light videos that dominate your channel,” Nie Huaisang huffed as he moved around to the back of his car. “Wen Ning, come help me will you?” 

“I’m a streamer, we don’t have to have great lighting.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“All the good ones do!” Nie Huaisang shot back. “Wuxian, darling, you now have the means to step up to the next level.” He continued as he began pulling things from his trunk. “Act like a star and you’ll become one.” 

“I thought you were helping me shoot a video, not moving in!” Wei Wuxian changed the subject as he saw the number of suitcases and tubs Nie Huaisang had produced from the back of his car. 

“I found some new clothes that will look fantastic on you,” Nie Huaisang waved his hand. “Don’t worry, my finder’s fee won’t be that much. Just a few tagged posts on instagram.” 

“Nie Huaisang, I have four followers. One of which is in a coma.” 

“Four followers now,” Nie Huisang rolled his eyes. “You’ve given me the ultimate challenge. I’m going to make you into a streaming influencer, mark my words.” 

“You know, people with your skills used to make people kings.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. 

“Me, get involved with politicians?” Nie Huaisang raised an eyebrow. “Please, they can’t keep their hands to themselves. There’s a reason I don’t take contracts with them anymore.” 

“Contracts?” Wen Qionglin blinked. 

“Nie Huaisang is a professional sugar baby,” Wei Wuxian explained to Wen Qionglin. He saw the boy’s eyes widen. “Why he’s decided to become my personal media guru is beyond me.” 

“Everyone needs to have a hobby,” Nie Huaisang shrugged. “Now are you going to help me carry all this in?” 

“We can put it in the entryway until you decide a spot you want to film in,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as he moved forward to grab a suitcase. They trooped in the front door, setting down Nie Huaisang’s mountain of equipment. Wei Wuxian nervously shifted his weight as he watched the two look around with wide eyes. 

“Um, do you want a tour?” Wei Wuxian broke through the awed silence. 

“Please!” 

Wei Wuxian led the way off through the house, wondering why he suddenly felt so nervous. It’s not like Nie Huaisang and Wen Qiongling didn’t know he was married to Lan Wangji, who was loaded. Thankfully he started to loosen up with the tour, all levels of awkwardness fading as they finished up. 

“So where will you be streaming?” Nie Huaisang questioned. 

“I was going to ask what you thought would be good,” Wei Wuxian replied. “I gravitate towards using some of the free space in our bedroom, but I also feel bad taking up so much space in it.” 

“Can I see it?” Nie Huaisang questioned. 

“Oh, uh,” Wei Wuxian should have seen that coming. It would be normal to record the video where he’s planning on streaming. “Let me go ask Lan Zhan?” 

Wei Wuxian jogged up the stairs, finding Lan Wangji settled on the couch in their bedroom. Wei Wuxian smiled as he saw he’d taken over the TV, his white robed villager running about to catch butterflies. He defaulted back to Animal Crossing, even after Wei Wuxian got him started on Pokemon. Wei Wuxian suspected he might just be tolerating the game due to Wei Wuxian’s prodding, but how else was Wei Wuxian going to finish his pokedex? 

“Nie Huaisang was wondering if he could see the potential streaming space,” He explained. “He wants to improve the quality of my streaming and everything, so he wants to look at it. Is it alright?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “Would you like me to move?” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “I mean we might disturb you with our chatting.” 

“You could never disturb me,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Nie Huaisang might,” Wei Wuxian teased back, stepping forward to drop a kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. “Ooh, was that a Madagascar Sunset moth? I need one more to make one of the statue things! I’ll trade you for it.” 

“Trade what?” 

“I don’t know, I’m sure you’ll come up with something.” Wei Wuxian winked. “I think Wen Ning might have brought his switch too, maybe he’s got some of the Imperial Set you're looking for.” 

“I would be amenable to trade if he is,” Lan Wangji hummed.

“Great,” Wei Wuxian laughed as he left the room. In a few minutes he was back up with Nie Huaisang and Wen Qionglin behind him. 

“Huaisang, you remember Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian made introductions. “Wen Ning, this is my mate Lan Zhan.” 

“You have a white grand piano and a white cello! I thought you just started!” Wen Qionglin gasped as he beelined to stand behind the couch to look up at the TV. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “It’s the music garden.” 

“Oh wow,” Wen Qionglin breathed. “Did you make the sand texture yourself, or find it online?” 

“Made it,” Lan Wangji hummed. “Based on the garden here.” 

“Well since they seem to be well absorbed,” Nie Huaisang chuckled as he turned his attention to the desk Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had set up. “Let’s see what we’re working with! Do we have our heart set on this spot?” 

“No, I can do it somewhere else.” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “It’s just because it smells like us, my brain sees this as the safest spot in the house, so I want to spend more time here. It’s a weird omega thing.” He felt himself blush. “Lan Zhan said I was free to take over any room in the house though.” 

“I think we can work with this,” Nie Huaisang hummed. “Why don’t you go ahead and sit. We can test out the lighting and acoustics.” 

While Wen Qionglin and Lan Wangji talked about animal crossing. Well, Wen Qionglin asked dozens of questions on Lan Wangji’s island while he replied in short responses. Wei Wuxian knew he was enjoying the conversation, otherwise he wouldn’t be responding at all. Nie Huaisang seemed to be running Wei Wuxian through the gauntlet, producing dozens of items from his suitcases and totes. 

By the time he was done, Wei Wuxian had to admit he looked much better than in the dimly lit college streams. He was surprised that Nie Huaisang had binged through all his videos, even praising him for coming up with a set layout and theme for the channel. Of course he suggested rebranding everything anyway. (It’s a new start!) 

“Alright, I think we can film your video update!” Nie Huaisang announced long after Wei Wuxian had forgotten that was why they had gotten together in the first place. “I think the fireplace would be charming.” 

“Okay, is that okay Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian checked. 

“Wei Ying.” 

“I know, you said it’s fine but if you change your mind you gotta let me know.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as he crossed. He arched his eyebrow as he reached out for the switch, earning a nod from Lan Wangji. He pulled it out, handing it to him. 

“Do you have a script or?” Nie Huaisang questioned as he pulled out the camera. 

“Nah,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “I’ve got my talking points, we can edit anything extra out.” He waved as he sat down on the ledge in front of the fireplace. “So weird to be doing this to a real camera.” He chuckled as he watched the legs of Nie Huaisang’s tripod slide out. 

“I’m going to give you one of my old ones,” Nie Huaisang said. “Both of my cameras were gifts, and to be honest I didn’t really care for the man who gifted me this.” He waved off Wei Wuxian’s protests. “So feel free to just mess around with this one.” 

Wei Wuxian tried not to grimace as he saw Lan Wangji perk up. The sound of his island being saved. His gaze shifted towards the camera. Nie Huaisang noticed his attention a moment later, a wicked grin filling his face. 

“You want me to show you how to use it?” Nie Huaisang directed at Lan Wangji. “Maybe I can actually get the photos I want for his instagram if you're taking them,” He winked. 

“I don’t go anywhere!” Wei Wuxian huffed. “I’m not dressing up to just sit at home playing video games.” 

“Another thing Lan Wangji should change,” Nie Huaisang shot back. Wei Wuxian sighed as he watched Nie Huaisang quickly explain the camera to Lan Wangji.  “Alright, we should be good to start filming. With feeling!” 

“Thanks Director,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath, carding a hand through his hair as he adjusted how he was sitting. A smile turned up the corner of his lips as he caught Lan Wangji’s gaze, before he turned his attention to the camera. 

“Hey guys!” He waved. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I know my last video was pretty dismal, truth be told I wasn’t in a good place mentally or physically. I even ended up having a stroke and heart attack.” He added with a nervous laugh. A hand came up to rub his neck, now recovered by a red bandana. He’d thought about ditching it, but it also felt like he was dropping enough news on his viewers. 

All sixteen of them. 

“However, as you can see I’m doing much better!” He beamed. “I ran into an old friend,” His eyes flickered to Lan Wangji. “Or should I say an old flame.” He winked. “Who decided after my heart attack and stroke-- I should come up with an abbreviation for that...strottack? Heartroke? Heart stroke?” He mused. 

“Wei Ying.” 

Wei Wuxian laughed as Lan Wangji’s voice pulled him out of his thoughts. 

“Who decided after all that, that life was too short.” Wei Wuxian grinned at him. It was a bit of a stretched truth, as their marriage did get moved up due to his stroke. “We decided to get married. With his help, I’ve been able to get back on my feet. We talked it over, and we’ll be reaching out to those who donated to my gofundme to give them two options. Either we can refund the money, or we can pay it forward to another person in need.

“Which comes to the biggest news, I’ll be able to get back into streaming! I was going to delay this video, since after my stroke my reaction speeds are dismal. However, a friend recently suggested I reach out to you guys.” His gaze flicked over to Wen Qionglin. “I’ve been playing some more chill games, like Animal Crossing or Pokemon. If you guys are interested in seeing me play that, drop a comment. If there is, which lets be honest if even one of you comments, I’m going to do it.” 

“Which brings me to a few changes that will be happening to my channel. First off, you’ll probably be seeing more of my husband.” Wei Wuxian grinned at Lan Wangji. “Say hello husband!” He reached out, making a grabby hand. 

He beamed as Lan Wangji was quick to cross the space, their fingers interlocking as he sat beside Wei Wuxian. His free arm quickly wrapped around Wei Wuxian’s back. Wei Wuxian chuckled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder before he looked back to the camera.

“His glorious Animal Island puts mine to shame,” Wei Wuxian grinned. “However, my pokemon are obviously superior.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed dubiously. 

“Your team is half ice types! There’s no type diversity!” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“They are cute.” 

“You're cute,” Wei Wuxian teased back. He felt his face flush red as he heard Wen Qionglin chuckle. “So, get used to seeing him!  Also, any money made from the twitch streams or youtube videos is going to be donated. I’ve got a few charities picked out, but if you’ve got one feel free to drop me a comment! I’m going to switch them up every few months. Also new to the channel will be our first moderators! With them, we’ll be launching our first discord channel. It’ll have its own dedicated coding section, covering everything from how to get started to a spot where you can show off your mods, games and other projects.” 

“Overall, I’m so excited to get back to streaming! I’ve got some good stuff planned, including a return of an old favorite! Once my hand is back to normal, it’ll be game on!” Wei Wuxian grinned. “I’ve really missed streaming, and I’ve missed you guys. So until next time, Wuxian out.” He winked holding up his hand in salute. 

“Cut!” Nie Huaisang nodded as he pressed a button. “Good job, feels very real.” 

“Because it is,” Wei Wuxian laughed. He felt Lan Wangji’s lips press into his hair, making him realize he was pressed into his side. When did he do that? “Now that the business is out of the way, I am starving. Take out, anyone?” 

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Lan Wangji checked his watch. His glare hardened as it rose to look at the presenter. He was now officially fifteen minutes over his allotted presentation time. He saw the man stutter as he realized Lan Wangji’s glare was for him. His gaze nervously flicked to the clock on the wall.

“There are just a few more points I want to touch on for this marvelous machine,” The man stammered. Lan Wangji could practically see the sweat dripping down his brow as he shuffled through his notecards. “Did I mention it can combine five different hospital machines? Clearing up much needed space? If I can reitter-” 

The note cards went tumbling from the man’s hand. 

“I believe that is all we need,” Lan Wangji’s jaw tightened. He saw the man’s eyes widen. “We’ll be in touch.” 

“No, I mean that means no doesn’t it?” The man seemed to panic. “Please, it’s a great machine, it can help a lot of people.” 

“The specifications show that it operates as five different machines, but each one has a severely decreased accuracy.” Lan Wangji replied flatly. “Lan Corp puts their patients' safety above all else, something your machine does not. Unless you are able to match the accuracy of each independent machine, we are unwilling to consider buying or producing your product.”

“I’ll just take it somewhere else,” The man huffed. 

“Enjoy the lawsuit when someone dies,” Lan Wangji replied coolly as he stood and excited the conference room. He exhaled as he made his way to his office, wondering how he got sucked into that product meeting in the first place. As usual it was his brother, saying he should hear what those pitched to them instead of picking up projects to introduce on a whim. 

Lan Wangji hardly thought his mate's health was a whim. 

His phone pinged as he entered his office. His hand instantly went for it, Wei Wuxian’s messages throughout the day having trained him well. A smile turned up the corners of his mouth as he saw it was Wei Wuxian. He opened the snap, seeing the view count of a video at 500. The caption ‘holy shit!’ 

Lan Wangji pulled up youtube on his computer as he settled in, quickly navigating to Wei Wuxian’s page. He paused, enjoying the sight of Wei Wuxian’s face as the video started, before scrolling down. Wei Wuxian had posted it late the night before, and from his reaction the amount of views was definitely unusual for him. 

It was the comments Lan Wangji was interested in. Most were excited Wei Wuxian was coming back, a few commenting enthusiastically on watching him play Animal Crossing and Pokemon. One particular comment drew Lan Wangji’s attention, putting a furrow in his brow. 

Didn’t know you were a gold digger.

Lan Wangji’s jaw tensed, but the sight of comments below loosened it again.

What are you talking about? They're obviously in love!

He goes from scrounging from money to suddenly paying everyone back? He totally married the guy for his money! The man is wearing gucci! 

I mean, wasn’t his adoptive family rich? Maybe they were just childhood friends who reconnected and fell in love. I mean look at the way he looks at him! 

Yeah, but the Patriarch isn’t looking at him like that. Suspicious?

Nah, look at the way he leans into him. It’s a subconscious thing, usually only real couples do it. He’s probably more focused on making the video than making lovey dovey eyes. 

Are we all overlooking the fact he married A DUDE. 

How have you not noticed the Patriarch is Bi?

He literally had a flag in his dorm room.

Go home homophobe.

Lan Wangji scrolled as he watched the comment train descend into viewers calling out the guy for homophobia. Still, he felt a slight sigh of relief. Wei Wuxian had been worried what his viewers might think of their sudden arrangement, it’s one of the reasons he spun it as more of a love story. He wasn’t quite ready to reveal he was an omega either. A fact that would make him seem less of a gold digger, but cast Lan Wangji in an opportunistic light. A light he was more than happy to step into, but Wei Wuxian’s comfort came first. If his devotion was already clear to some of the viewers, he would just have to continue showing it to prove them wrong. 

Lan Wangji’s eyes flickered to the envelope Lan Xichen had delivered a few weeks ago. They were finally bonded. Now there was a whole world open to them, not that Lan Wangji didn’t enjoy their quiet nights tucked against each other playing video games or watching TV. The thought of being able to take Wei Wuxian somewhere, having others see him on his arm. It warmed his whole being. 

And of course, the sex was great. 

He had wanted Wei Wuxian to set the pace, keeping Dr. Wen’s cautionary warning in mind. He would have accepted it if Wei Wuxian had only wanted one night, instead the omega was proving to have a sexual appetite as large as Lan Wangji’s. Daydreams of shredding off tiny red booty shorts, or bending him over tables were now replaced with real memories. Memories his imagination could never have come up with. 

It all came down to his confidence in their relationship. Were they ready for the public? His eyes flickered to the youtube comments. All that mattered to him was that Wei Wuxian was his. Like everything else, he’d base everything off Wei Wuxian. If he takes the comments in stride, the season tickets would finally be put to use. 

Then Lan Wangji could show Wei Wuxian the world.

The house smelled of garlic when he made it home, a visceral reminder of who was coming to dinner tonight. Lan Wangji sighed as he set his briefcase on the stairs leading up, his fingers coming up to tug at the knot in his tie. He couldn’t hear any sounds of talking, meaning Jiang Wanyin had yet to grace them with his presence. Lan Wangji sighed in relief as he slung his suit coat over the stair railing, maybe he’d be able to sneak a few moments alone with Wei Wuxian before the glares and snarky comments descended on him. 

He tried to remind himself that Jiang Wanyin was Wei Wuxian’s brother, he was now family. For Wei Wuxian’s happiness he needed to get along with him. But it was hard when Jiang Wanyin made it clear he detested Lan Wangji. If these little family dinners didn’t make Wei Wuxian so ridiculously happy, Lan Wangji would have come up with excuses to avoid them. 

Lan Wangji rolled up his sleeves as he made his way towards the kitchen, only pausing as he found it empty. The timer near the oven read thirty two minutes, and after cracking the door open Lan Wangji confirmed it was for the lasagna bubbling away. Lan Wangji had liked Italian, up until Wei Wuxian insisted on making it for whenever Jiang Wanyin visited since it was his favorite. 

Lan Wangji checked his watch as he moved towards the gym. Wei Wuxian would have come to greet him by now if he wasn’t busy with something. He smiled as he stepped into the gym, a round pert ass greeting him. 

Its owner was in a forward bend of some sort, Prasarita Padottanasana if Lan Wangji wasn’t mistaken. Good for increasing flexibility. Lan Wangji’s eyes trailed up the stretched legs, taking their time to admire the muscle that was beginning to tone. The round pertness of the ass that was only growing rounder the healthier it got. Lan Wangji’s hand flexed as he recalled the feeling of squeezing it. 

Only to be pulled out of his thoughts by a snorting giggle. 

“See something you like?” Wei Wuxian’s teasing voice called out, wiggling his butt. His hand moved to pull his headphones out. “I hear this pose is good for flexibility, maybe that is what my alpha is thinking about?” 

Thirty two minutes, Lan Wangji thought to himself as he stalked across the padded floor. He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes widen, his body shifting to move out of the pose, but Lan Wangji got there first. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian gasped as Lan Wangji’s hand settled on the back of his neck, keeping him bent into the position. Wei Wuxian’s hands flew out so he could keep his balance as Lan Wangji ground his cock into Wei Wuxian’s ass. A cock that only hardened further as Wei Wuxian moaned.

“Lan Zhan, my brother is coming over.” Wei Wuxian hissed. Despite that, Lan Wangji felt his muscles arcing under his hand. His hips rolled back into Lan Wangji’s groin. Lan Wangji snorted as he leaned over Wei Wuxian pressing a kiss to just below his ear. 

“Thirty two minutes.” Lan Wangji murmured as he slid his hand down Wei Wuxian's back and into the waistband of his shorts. Only to release a huff as he found him underwearless. 

“They shift when I exercise!” Wei Wuxian sputtered as Lan Wangji slid a finger between his legs. 

“Your brother is coming over.” 

“I was going to put some on before he got here!” Wei Wuxian’s complaint was transposed into a moan as Lan Wangji rocked against him again. This time, Lan Wangji used the motion to slide a finger into him. 

“He could be here any minute.” Lan Wangji nipped at Wei Wuxian’s earlobe. His voice was barely loud enough to heard over Wei Wuxian’s moan. 

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian whimpered, his hips rocking back. Lan Wangji sucked a hickey into his neck to hide the smirk of feeling slick, making his finger slide so much more easily. “Lan Zhan!” 

“Thirty,” Lan Wangji slid a second finger in. Wei Wuxian’s knees buckled, tipping them both forward into the padded floor. Lan Wangji’s hand released the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck just in time to keep his weight from falling on to him. 

He was more than a little surprised to find Wei Wuxian scrambling to get his knees underneath him. His back arching as he rutted back on Lan Wangji’s fingers. His voice turned almost girlish as he spoke. 

“Lan Zhan, we can’t! My brother will be here any minute!” Lan Wangji would have been confused if Wei Wuxian hadn’t rocked down onto his fingers. His whine of protest grew breathy. “If you must, do it fast.” 

The last of Lan Wangji’s control shattered. He grunted as he tore off Wei Wuxian’s shorts, flipping his mate in the same rough movement. He nearly grunted in frustration when he realized he had to use both hands to get his own fly undone. He shoved them down just far enough to get his dick out, robbing Wei Wuxian of his teasing comment as he thrust in. 

“Too much! Too much!” Wei Wuxian wailed as he surged up, his nails digging into Lan Wangji’s back. Lan Wangji silenced him with a kiss, setting a rough pace as his hand tightened on Wei Wuxian’s hip. As it tightened, he was surprised to find Wei Wuxian breaking off their kiss with a moan. 

“Lan Zhan please, mercy!” Wei Wuxian panted as his head fell back against the padded floor. “Mercy on your poor frail omega!” 

“My omega should consider that before teasing,” Lan Wangji nearly growled back as he picked up his pace. Whatever response Wei Wuxian had was lost as Lan Wangji drove it out of him, coming out only as an intelligent series of moans and grunts. 

It was so easy to get lost in it. The slick squelching slide of their bodies pounding together. Wei Wuxian’s fingers dug into his back, pulling him in, urging him on. The sweet sound of his punched out gasps and moans. How he’d slow, just a bit to hear Wei Wuxian’s heaven sent voice come gasping back. His fingers tightening, his hips urging him back on despite the whining protests. 

All part of the encompassing feeling of Wei Wuxian wanting him, of Wei Wuxian needing him. 

Perhaps that was why he picked up on it, the first hint of acrid lightning. His eyes raised to the mirror, nearly being distracted by the picture he and Wei Wuxian made. Wei Wuxian’s hair disheveled, his face red and tear stained. Bruises were already starting to form under Lan Wangji’s hands. He wasn’t untouched either. His hair equally disheveled, a few bright red nail marks clear through the haphazard opening of his dress shirt. He dropped his head, licking along the side of Wei Wuxian’s sweat damp neck. Ready to get lost in his mate. 

It was instincts that pushed him past it, shifting to the open doorway that was visible in the gym mirror. His eyes locked onto the wide, furious brown eyes. Lan Wangji felt his lip start to curl, barely visible in the mirror from where it was tucked against Wei Wuxian’s neck, his speed slowing to a long drag. Just as the acrid scent grew into something recognizable, just as Lan Wangji saw him about to move.

“Lan Zhan, fuck,” Wei Wuxian swore as his body rocked up. “Don’t stop, baby, please, alpha .” Wet sloppy kisses accompany the pleading, a leg hooking around Lan Wangji’s hip as he canted his hips up. 

A low growl built in his chest as Lan Wangji kept his eyes on those in the mirror. His teeth flashing only for a moment in the mirror’s silvery surface before they were sinking into Wei Wuxian’s neck. His scent exploded around them. 

He felt Wei Wuxian arching into him, his whole body constricting as he came screaming. Lan Wangji barely lasted any longer, a grunt escaping him as he slammed into Wei Wuxian one last time. His hand snaked between them to tug on Wei Wuxian’s own dick. Wei Wuxian gasped, his body arching as he came again, splattering between them. 

As Wei Wuxian went limp, Lan Wangji shifted to roll them out of the mess they’d on the padded flooring. His eyes glanced back to the doorway, only to find it empty. He exhaled as Wei Wuxian nuzzled into his neck. A purr rumbling out of Wei Wuxian’s chest, something Lan Wangji had learned as a sign he didn’t have his words back. 

“Fuck that was hot,” Wei Wuxian moaned minutes later as he pressed a kiss to Lan Wangji’s neck. After a moment he licked a wet hot strip of the side of it. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji huffed in amusement. 

“Even your sweat tastes good,” Wei Wuxian giggled. The silence was broken by the sound of Wei Wuxian’s phone, the chiper sound of a Star Trek communicator. “Shit,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he began to stretch. “We’re both a mess.” He groaned, rocking his forehead against Lan Wangji’s now very wrinkled and cum covered shirt. “My brother is going to be here any minute.” 

“We could cancel.” 

The sound of the kitchen timer rang out. 

“Still have to save the lasagna,” Wei Wuxian groaned as he managed to sit. He winced as he looked down. “I really hope this flooring is washable.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji leaned up to press a kiss to the nearest part of Wei Wuxian’s body. In this case, his knee. Wei Wuxian groaned as he shifted for his phone, his fingers barely brushing it the first time. He grunted as he tried again, before flopping on his side to finally grab it. 

“Oh.” Wei Wuxian exhaled in surprise. Lan Wangji let out an inquisitive hum in response. “It’s Jiang Cheng, apparently something came up with Lotus Pier. He doesn’t think he can make it tonight.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, his eyes flickering back to the now empty doorway. He reached out to rub Wei Wuxian’s lower back as he watched his mate chew on his lower lip. Wei Wuxian’s thumbs quickly typing away at his phone. 

“He doesn’t know when he can reschedule,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“I’m sorry.” 

Lan Wangji wondered if he should feel guilty, instead he only felt a flush of satisfaction. Jiang Wanyin needed to understand that Wei Wuxian was his mate. It was Lan Wangji who was caring, providing and now even pleasuring Wei Wuxian. And that it was hardly something he could contest. There would be no ‘rescuing’ Wei Wuxian from this marriage once Lotus Pier was back on its feet. 

Because Wei Wuxian was going to want to stay.

“It’s not your fault,” Wei Wuxian leaned into him. A low moan escaped from him as Lan Wangji began to knead Wei Wuxian’s lower back. His body went limp as he flopped over onto Lan Wangji. “I will be the first to admit it’s perfect timing.” He sighed. “We are so not fit for company right now.” He dragged his hand through the mess on Lan Wangji’s shirt. 

“Should I have not?” 

“Are you kidding? That was so hot,” Wei Wuxian groaned. “Just maybe we don’t do that again when my brother is coming over, or supposed to. We can’t get lucky all the time.” He snorted. They lapsed into silence, the distant sound of the kitchen timer fading back in. “Sweetheart?” 

“Mn?” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Can you go save the lasagna?” 

Lan Wangji let out a huff of laughter. 

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Wei Wuxian pressed. “After all, my evening is now suddenly open.” He waggled his eyebrow as his hand snaked under Lan Wangji’s shirt. His wrist flicking with enough force to pop open the buttons. 

Lan Wangji let out a playful growl as he rolled the two of them. Wei Wuxian’s laugh filling the space, only cut off as Lan Wangji kissed him. 

“I’ll meet you upstairs,” Lan Wangji nipped his lower lip. 

“So cruel!” Wei Wuxian gasped. “Taking advantage of me and then forcing me to go up stairs! I’m already covered in your fluids. You horrid-” 

Lan Wangji cut him off with a kiss. 

“I’ll return after saving the lasagna.” 

“You better,” Wei Wuxian pouted. Lan Wangji stood, only to feel Wei Wuxian’s hand reaching out to catch his pant leg. “Can you bring the lasagna? I’m hungry.” 

Lan Wangji hummed, leaning over to press a kiss to his outstretched hand. As he straightened, he couldn’t help but drag his eyes the length of Wei Wuxian’s body. Fluid stains and budding bruises, a new bright red bite mark peeking out from the top of a now extremely rumpled shirt.

“Fuck, don’t look at me like that.” Wei Wuxian whined. “Or I’ll say fuck the lasanga.” 

“I’d prefer to fuck you.” 

A moment of silence settled over the room. 

“Fuck that lasanga,” Wei Wuxian swore as he shifted, catching Lan Wangji off guard as he toppled him to the ground. “You better hope this padded flooring is actually washable.” He added as he straddled him. 

As his cock sunk into Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji decided he didn’t even care if it wasn’t.

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Wei Wuxian hummed as he busied himself around the kitchen. He ran his hands excitedly over the spices Lan Wangji had gotten, all now allowed in his diet. He’d been disappointed when Jiang Cheng had canceled their dinner before, but maybe it was for the best. Now he could treat his brother to a spice filled feast. 

He was practically purring as he started to cook. 

“Hello?” Jiang Cheng’s voice called through the house. 

“I’m in the kitchen!” Wei Wuxian called back, his hands full with his cooking.  

“Is it safe?” Jiang Cheng’s voice called, but this time closer. 

“Of course it’s safe,” Wei Wuxian snorted back. “I’ve been cooking for like five weeks with little to no incidents!” He ranted. “I think I deserve a little credit.” 

“Who says I was talking about your cooking,” Jiang Cheng spoke as he came into the kitchen. Wei Wuxian looked up at his arrival, raising an eyebrow at how his brother’s gaze couldn’t seem to stay on him. 

“Then what are you talking about ChengCheng?” Wei Wuxian teased. Wiping his hands on the towel he had tossed over his shoulder. He watched his brother’s eyes flick to his neck, before he flushed and looked away. 

“Oh,” He realized, his hand coming to trace over the mating bite. It had been almost two weeks now, Jiang Cheng had been too busy to come eat with them. He supposed it must be new for his brother. “It’s just a mating bite.” He huffed. “It’s not like I’m a whole different person.” 

“It’s not the bite you idiot,” Jiang Cheng snapped. “It’s the fact that when I came over early last time, I was treated to you and him going at it.” 

Wei Wuxian paled. 

“What?” He stammered. He felt his entire face flush as suddenly remembered. 

Wei Wuxian had assumed his sex drive would drop after he finally had sex, instead it was the complete opposite. He and Lan Wangji could hardly keep their hands off each other. Now Wei Wuxian’s teasing quips usually resulted in action. 

Not that Wei Wuxian minded, it just meant they’d had sex in some unusual locations. 

Like when Wei Wuxian had thrown a frozen lasagna in and went to work on his yoga. All it had taken was some red shorts and a teasing grin, and Wei Wuxian found himself getting railed into the fitness room's padded floor. 

An experience that had been incredibly enjoyable.

But he would be lying if he said he hadn’t been a bit grateful when Jiang Cheng had suddenly canceled dinner. Especially since they took advantage of their new free time, even cleaning up the mess of the burnt as hell lasagna had been worth it. Now, realizing his baby brother canceled dinner because he’d seen his older brother getting some of the best dick of his life was more than a bit mortifying. Not to mention, it wasn’t one of their more tender sessions. 

Hell, it was the whole reason they were getting a bit rougher in the bedroom. 

“Oh God,” He muttered. How did he even go about addressing this? “First off it was consensual.” 

“Oh I got that,” Jiang Cheng replied with an awkward cough. “I was five seconds away from pulling him off you when I heard you.” 

“Ah,” Wei Wuxian was sure his face was as red as a tomato by now. “It’s doctor approved, we aren’t putting me in any danger.” Was all he could offer.

“Good,” Jiang Cheng nodded. An awkward silence fell between them. “How long?” He gritted out, like he really didn’t want to know. 

“We bonded 11 days ago,” Wei Wuxian replied. “It was incredible.” He was unable to keep from breathing. 

“Wuxian! I don’t need to know that!” He snapped. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian offered, his agitated brother suddenly familiar ground in lew of the embarrassment. “I just didn’t know sex was that much fun! I mean, I’m actually looking forward to my heat.” 

“Gods, I should have waited another week before coming to dinner,” Jiang Cheng sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I’ll have you know I’ve had that image burned into my head, scarring me for life. I can barely look at you, how am I going to look at him?” 

Before Wei Wuxian could reply his phone went off. He scurried for it, recognizing the ringtone as Lan Wangji’s. 

“Hey babe,” He greeted. 

“Wei Ying, is everything alright?” A rather concerned Lan Wangji sounded from the other side. 

“Of course,” Wei Wuxian felt his brow furrow. “Why? Is there something I should know?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied negatively. “Just a sudden feeling. How are you?”

“Well,” Wei Wuxian laughed nervously as he shifted away from Jiang Cheng. His voice lowered. “Jiang Cheng just told me something rather surprising. It would just appear that we should be a bit more aware of our surroundings when we get,” He paused hating how he was saying this. “Intimate.”

He got a silence from the other side. A moment turned into a minute. 

“Fitness room?” Lan Wangji spoke dryly. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian replied with a nod. 

“Please ask your brother to send warning texts prior to his arrivals.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “We could just stop having sex in random places over the house.” 

“I swear, if you’ve fucked in this kitchen I’m never eating here again.” Jiang Cheng choked. Wei Wuxian was glad he was not facing his brother as his face flushed a bright red. 

“He can text,” Lan Wangji’s flat reply came shortly after. 

Wei Wuxian laughed, he supposed they’d be eating at Jiang Cheng’s guest house from now on. 

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“Someone is in a good mood,” His brother’s teasing tone greeted him. Lan Wangji glanced up from his desk, finding his older brother leaning against the door jam of his office.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. There was no use in trying to hide it. “Wei Ying and I have a date.” 

“You know most people date before they get married,” Lan Xichen teasingly prodded as he entered the office, sitting in a chair across from Lan Wangji’s desk. 

“Many say the key to a successful marriage is to continue dating after the wedding,” Lan Wangji shot back. He winced, hoping he didn’t sound like he was regurgitating the marriage books he’d read. 

“Touche.” Lan Xichen chuckled. “No longer worried someone is going to steal your little omega away?” 

“We bonded.” 

A silence settled over the office as Lan Xichen stared open mouth at his little brother. 

“What! When? How? I thought he wasn’t off his suppressants?” Lan Xichen’s questions began pouring out of him. 

“Two weeks ago,” Lan Wangji replied. “Bonding doesn’t require a heat.”

“You just bit him? A bit unromantic.” 

“ Ge ,” Lan Wangji sighed. “We had sex.” 

“But I thought?” 

“Heats are much more dangerous,” Lan Wangji couldn’t believe he was explaining this to his older brother. “They change body chemistry, and stress the systems. In particular it affects the heart.” 

“Which is why you’ve been postponing Wei Wuxian’s heat.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “But he has been cleared for other things.” 

“So you two really decided to go for a bond,” Lan Xichen breathed. “They’re extremely painful to break.”
“I have no intention of breaking it.” Lan Wangji replied curtly. 

“Hence the dates,” Lan Xichen took an intuitive leap. 

Lan Wangji nodded. Already he could feel Wei Wuxian warming to him, he was certainly enthusiastic for sex. He needed this to go beyond sex, to be a loving relationship. He knew he had a chance, he could see glimpses of it in Wei Wuxian’s eyes. Which meant they were definitely on the right track. 

“Slacking already?” Lan Qiren’s voice sounded. 

“Just a break, Uncle,” Lan Xichen rolled his eyes. “We’re talking about Lan Wangji’s date tonight.” 

“I thought you got married to that delinquent,” Lan Qiren huffed. 

Lan Wangji’s jaw clenched. His uncle had been all in on his marriage contract, right up until he found out it was with Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji didn’t need his Uncle’s approval, he wasn’t a child anymore. His Uncle, however, had a very good habit of vocalizing his disapproval. 

“Uncle, Wei Wuxian is hardly the delinquent you remember.” Lan Xichen offered in Wei Wuxian’s defense. “He was actually very charming when we had dinner together. He’ll be a great benefit for our company dinners. From the sound of it, he’ll be able to attend very soon.” 

“I don’t want him anywhere near prospective partners.” 

“Uncle,” Lan Wangji was unable to keep the growl from his tone. “Wei Ying is my mate, I expect him to be treated as such.”  

“He’s going to drop you the moment he finds someone better.” 

The arm of Lan Wangji’s chair gave out a dangerous creak as Lan Wangji’s hand dug into it. 

“Leave,” He exhaled through gritted teeth. 

With a disgruntled humph, Lan Qiren left. Only then did Lan Wangji’s hand release from his chair, distinctive fingerprint gouges in the metal. 

“He’ll come around,” Lan Xichen offered. 

“I do not need his approval,” Lan Wangji replied with a tight jaw. “His disapproval won’t change anything. But I do not want Wei Ying to be hurt by his comments.” 

“Wei Wuxian has a thick skin. He’s on the internet, isn’t he?” 

“I know my mate,” Lan Wangji replied. His gaze locked on to his brother’s. “It will affect him more than you realize.” 

“Uncle can’t stay disgruntled if we start giving him proof,” Lan Xichen hummed. “We’ve got a company dinner in a few weeks, I’m sure Wei Wuxian will be a big hit. Best of all, Uncle won’t be able to attend. If we can get the company singing Wei Wuxian’s praises, he’ll have to change his tune.” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji hummed in agreement as he exhaled. It was good to have his brother on his side. Besides, the sooner he could bring their uncle around the better. He was already dealing with Jiang Wanyin, no doubt the man would use his Uncle’s dislike of Wei Wuxian to his own advantage. 

“Until then, maybe we create a few chances for the two to meet. Situations we can control.” Lan Xichen continued plotting. “Dinner, or an outing to the orchestra. I’m sure I can get Uncle’s schedule.” 

“I would appreciate it.” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Until then,” Lan Xichen smiled. “Be your usual stubborn self.” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji hummed, a resolve setting in. The sooner Lan Qiren accepted Wei Wuxian as his mate, the easier his uncle’s life would be. 

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“I am perfectly capable of dressing myself for my own date,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes at his ipad. It was perched on an empty shelf on Lan Wangji’s side of the closet, as Wei Wuxian’s side was quickly becoming filled thanks to Nie Huaisang’s efforts. 

“As your stylist-” 

“Self-appointed,” Wei Wuxian interjected. 

“As your stylist,” Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes. “It’s important I help you maintain the image you wish to present at all times. Once you’ve had some more experience, and a better eye for what we’re aiming for, then I’ll be more than happy to let you dress yourself.” There was a beat. “Depending on the occasion.” 

“Honestly, you’ve probably got a better idea of what’s in my closet than I do.” Wei Wuxian sighed as he glanced out over his side. He’d been practically living in the Calvin Klien athleisure he’d bought on his first outing with Lan Wangji, sprinkling in his new pieces when he went to his doctor appointments or met up with Wen Qionglin. 

Still, he’d barely scratched the surface of the wardrobe. 

“Now what is the dress code for the evening?” 

“Lan Zhan just said to dress nice,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. In truth, Lan Wangji said that whatever Wei Wuxian wore would be perfect, but he doubted Nie Huaisang would take that as a constructive theme. 

“No hints at what you two are doing?” 

“Not one,” Wei Wuxian confirmed. “I think he thinks it’s more romantic if he surprises me.” He hummed. 

“You know, as your stylist he should at least inform me where you're going.” Nie Huaisang huffed. “What if I dress you for an evening of dancing and find out you went to the movies instead?”
“I doubt he’s taking me to the movies,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Seems a bit unoriginal for him,” He added as he started flipping through his hangers. “Oo, what about this?” Wei Wuxian pulled out a collarless jumpsuit. 

“Wuxian, honey, that’s a mall date outfit.” Nie Huasiang schooled him. “We’d have to escalate it with jewelry or heels for an evening date, neither of which you have.” 

“I’m not doing heels,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Lan Zhan and I are already so close in height.” 

“Mn,” Nie Huaisang offered naturally. “You think that man wouldn’t enjoy looking up at you for once?” 

“He’s an alpha,” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Kind of embarrassing if your omega is taller than you are.” 

“I do believe this is a Wei Wuxian created idea,” Nie Huaisang shot back. 

“So no on the jumpsuit?” Wei Wuxian cocked an eyebrow. 

“Yes.” Nie Huaisang hummed. “Now, let me look at my files on what you have.” 

“You have files on my closet?!” Wei Wuxian questioned. “You barely took notes in school!”

“Please, I’m detailed where it counts.” Nie Huaisang snorted. “You should have a pair of high waisted black pants, local designer.” 

“Were they the ones with the burnt out design on them?”
“No, these are the metallic black ones.” Nie Huaisang shot back. Wei Wuxian bit his lip as he began to search. “I really should come over there and organize your closet, it would make this so much easier.” 

“Found them!” Wei Wuxian cried triumphantly moments later. He shook them out as he slid them off the hanger, his head tilting as the light caught on the metallic threads running within the weave of the jean like material. 

“Alright, I want to see those next to that red silk shirt.” 

“The pimp one or the pirate one?” 

“Just because it’s paisley does not make it a pimp shirt.” Nie Huaisang sighed. 

“Pimp shirt, got it.” Wei Wuxian finger gunned at the ipad. He dug it out, holding them up for approval. 

“Ugh, no.” Nie Huasiang waved. “Good in theory, not in practice. Away with them.” He waved his hand as the other tapped away at something off camera. Wei Wuxian sighed as he slid them back on to the closet bar. Maybe he shouldn’t have mentioned anything about his date to Nie Huaisang in the first place. 

He was just so excited. Lan Wangji had seemed almost shy when he’d broached the topic, like a nervous school boy. Which in turn made Wei Wuxian feel like a blushing school boy, his stomach a bundle of butterflies. Even now a giddy nervous excitement was still fluttering in his stomach now. Wei Wuxian flipped through his own closet as he heard Nie Huaisang muttering to himself over the ipad. 

“Make sure it makes my ass look good,” Wei Wuxian offhandedly remarked as he eyed the pants he’d worn on the day he'd come home from shopping. 

“Wuxian, your ass looks good in anything.” Nie Huaisang snorted back. “It’s discouraging really.” 

“Maybe it’s my omega genes,” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“Wen Ning does have a cute butt too,” Nie Huaisang hummed absentmindedly. “Ah! I don’t know why I didn’t think of this first! Alright, high waisted black pants.” 

“Huaisang, you’re going to have to be more specific.” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Half the pants in here are high waisted!” 

“Velvet leggings.” 

“Oh, those aren’t pants.” Wei Wuxian snorted as he looked for them. 

“They’re Saint Laurent sweetheart,” Nie Huaisang clicked his tongue. 

“Got them,” Wei Wuxian held them up for Nie Huaisang to see. 

“Now look for a sleeveless top, mandarin collar in a black linen silk.” Wei Wuxian held it up when he found it. “Now, a blazer with a red lining. There should be a chain on it, yup that one. Now put it all on!” Nie Huaisang was nearly giddy. 

“No, not like that!” Nie Huaisang was chiding Wei Wuxian five minutes later. 

“It’s a blazer, how else am I supposed to wear it?” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“Put it around your shoulders, securing it with the chain.” Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes as if it was obvious. 

“Of course, ‘cause that makes sense.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes in return as he followed the instructions. Only to straighten as he looked in the mirror. 

The leggings hugged his hips and ass, while nipping in the looser billowy fabric of the linen silk shirt. The jacket over his shoulders was the perfect frame, the red lining offering the contrast to show the waist that had been created. While the chain kept it on his shoulders, still allowing him to move his arms. 

“I see that look,” Nie Huaisang chuckled. Wei Wuxian felt himself flush. 

“I’ll admit it,” He muttered as he turned, taking in the view of his ass. “I look hot.” 

“If Lan Wangji doesn’t ravish you before the night is over, I quit.” Nie Huaisang grinned.

“Like it’s that hard,” Wei Wuxian muttered under his breath. He was quickly learning that Lan Wangji was hornier than a teenager. The man could get hard from a look. Not that Wei Wuxian was complaining. 

It was thrilling to know there was something he could do for Lan Wangji. The man’s libdeo was unlike any Wei Wuxian had heard about, and he was friends with Nie Huaisang. It was thrilling to see Lan Wangji’s face during it. To hear his purr afterwards. It was addicting, seeing Lan Wangji so happy.

It was a relief, finding another piece of Lan Wangji’s life he could fill in. Another piece on balancing the scales. Spending time with Lan Wangji was easy. Tonight marked the hard part, tonight marked the start of his foray into trophy spouse territory. To do his part to make the rest of the Lans happy with their deal. He hoped since the first part had been easy, almost natural, that it would be easy to balance. 

But it was so easy to get lost. 

Lan Wangji was intoxicating, and not just in bed. Nie Huaisang was hounding him to get photos, anything to post to his instagram. Cute snapshots of the two of them, or aesthetic ones of their gaming or food. Wei Wuxian would sit down with the intention to do so, only to get sidetracked by one of Lan Wangji’s jokes, even his conversation. Other times he’d find himself just waking up, the familiar stuffed rabbit tucked in with him on the couch. Or he’d find himself in some state of debauchery. Nie Huaisang’s badgering helped, but Wei Wuxian hoped being around others would help. As if it could dull Lan Wangji’s effect. 

“Yes, your ass is very pretty.” Nie Huaisang teased. “Now am I going to see some photos of tonight?” 

“I promise,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he looked over. “It’s very cute that Lan Wangji has our wedding photo as his lock screen, but I want something happier.” 

“Weddings are pretty happy.” 

“You know what I mean,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “It’s different now,” He hummed as he looked back into the mirror. “We’re more settled, not as awkward. I want to mark that.” 

“Not to mention you look like hell warmed over in that photo.” 

“You have a stroke and see how good you look afterwards.” 

“Well, you have your homework for the evening.” Nie Huaisang hummed. “My work here is done, I want details! All the details, oo tell me tomorrow over coffee and cats!”
“I thought it was to talk about my streaming strategy for officially resuming?” 

“We can talk about you getting some good dick and your streaming, don’t you worry!” Nie Huaisang winked. “I got a daddy calling me, see you gorgeous!” 

Wei Wuxian snorted as he moved over to turn off the ipad. He checked his hair as he passed the mirror on the way out, his gaze falling to his rather plain wrists. Maybe he could use some jewelry. 

Nie Huaisang must really be getting to him, he chuckled as he made his way out of the closet. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened as he found his mate on the other side, a beaming grin filling his face. 

He watched Lan Wangji’s eyes run the length of him, dragging over his form as if memorizing it inch by inch. Wei Wuxian flushed from the attention as he spun, showing off the whole look. 

“What do you think?” 

The words had barely left his mouth before he felt Lan Wangji’s hands on his hips. Lips quickly captured his own, cutting off any smart remark he might make. It couldn’t keep him from smiling into the kiss, bringing their bodies flush against each other. A huff of laughter escaped his nose as he found Lan Wangji hard. 

“I’ll take that as you like it,” Wei Wuxian chuckled when they parted, darting in to peck his cheek. He was tempted to make a joke, but he knew if the clothes came off they’d never leave. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as his hands flexed over Wei Wuxian’s ass. “I will change,” He leaned in to press another kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips. 

“Am I allowed to ask where we’re going?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he leaned against the door jam of the closet. He watched Lan Wangji hang his suit coat, his long fingers pulling at the knot in his tie. 

“Surprise,” Lan Wangji replied as he slid the tie out from under his collar. His hands went for a garment bag, and his feet led him off towards the bathroom. 

“What? I don’t get to watch?” Wei Wuxian pouted. Lan Wangji looked back at him, a spark of amusement in his eyes. 

“Surprise.” 

“Kind of hard to be surprised when I know you’re going to come out looking like a supermodel.” Wei Wuxian called after him. He chuckled as he checked his reflection again, his lips now a plumper red from kissing. He made his way back into the bedroom, scooping up his discarded switch and perching on the arm of the couch. His leather boots tapped lightly against the floor as he logged in. 

“You’ve changed your layout.” 

“Yeah, I saw this video online of this cool water themed island. I’m this close to getting three stars, so I thought I’d start prepping for when I can do terrain. I’ve started fiddling with tiles-” He stuttered to a stop when he looked up. 

Lan Wangji was clad in a deep blue shirt, his wide contrasting white collar made wider by the fact he was wearing the top hand full of buttons open. It gave Wei Wuxian a delectably teasing view of the curve of Lan Wangji’s pectorals, framed by a few silver chained necklaces. The pants were well tailored, a pair of black boots reminiscent of Wei Wuxian’s own tucked underneath them. His hair looked almost wet with the messy style it was styled in, making him look all the more devilishly handsome. 

Realizing he was making the moment awkward by just staring, Wei Wuxian practically threw his switch in his hurry to scramble across the space. 

“You look hot,” Wei Wuxian offered very eloquently as he pressed a kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. 

“As do you,” The corner of Lan Wangji’s mouth crept up. 

“Ugh, why are we going on a date when you could be fucking me right now?” Wei Wuxian whined as he leaned in, pressing his nose to Lan Wangji’s jaw. 

“We could-” 

“Don’t even think about it,” Wei Wuxian jerked back. “I want my date.” He pouted for extra measure. 

“Then we should go,” Lan Wangji hummed, leaning into press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips. “Save.” 

“I was waiting for you,” Wei Wuxian shot back as he put the switch into sleep mode. “Now do I get to know where we’re going?” He questioned as he latched onto Lan Wangji’s arm. He got a pondering hum before it turned negative. “Keep your secrets then.” 

“I will.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian pulled on his arm. Lan Wangji kept his silence all the way to the garage. 

“Not that one.” 

“What?” Wei Wuxian stopped halfway to the mercedes. 

“Not tonight.” Lan Wangji took his hand, tugging him further back in the garage. Wei Wuxian arched his eyebrow. 

Of the many things he’d investigated around the house, the garage was not one of them. He knew there were a number of cars hidden away in it, including a few that were owned by other Lans, but he’d stuck with the grey town car that was out in the open. Now, suddenly the stalls were grey steeled mysteries. 

“Which car are we taking?” Wei Wuxian grinned.

“Classic or Sleek?” Lan Wangji eyed the wall of keys. 

“Both,” Wei Wuxian grinned to be difficult. 

“The Morgan.” 

Wei Wuxian blinked, the Morgan? Wei Wuxian wasn’t exactly a car guy, he’d played a few racing games. The only one he could think of was a weird three wheeled thing in Forza. Jiang Cheng would have known. He was more of a car guy than Wei Wuxian was. 

“Should I be impressed?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“Wait here,” Lan Wangji seemed to almost smirk. 

“Is this some weird alpha flex thing?” Wei Wuxian called after him, chuckling when he didn’t get a response. Wei Wuxian dugout his phone, letting out a hum of interest as he saw he actually looked pretty good in the low lighting of the garage. He snapped a photo, figuring it was something for Nie Huasiang in case he forgot later on. 

The low rumble of the engine filled the space, low at first. It almost sounded like a puttering ball, rumbling as it got closer. As it got faster, the puttering smoothed out like butter. Just as Wei Wuxian felt that tickle of fear, the small voice in the back of his mind wondering if he should move, the car slid. A flash of blue as Wei Wuxian was no longer staring at headlights, but the swooping fender. Wei Wuxian let out an astonished laugh as he took it in.

He could see the unasked question as Lan Wangji slid out of the driver seat. 

“It looks like it came straight out of an old movie!” Wei Wuxian laughed as he approached it, his hand running along the swooping fender along the slide. “It’s fantastic!” 

“It’s for special occasions.” Lan Wangji hummed as he came around the hood. 

“Oh, does this count as a special occasion?” Wei Wuxian arched an eyebrow. 

“You do.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian felt himself flush. “Were you going to pick this car regardless of what I said to give me that line?” He tried to deflect. 

“It’s one of my favorites.” Lan Wangji’s eyes went back to the car. 

“One?” Wei Wuxian questioned. “There are more? When do I get to see those?” 

“Next time,” Lan Wangji replied as he stepped forward to open the car door for Wei Wuxian. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he saw a neat bouquet of flowers waiting on his seat. He brought them up, taking a deep inhale. It was a mixture again, varying shades of red framed by black greenery. It was no less beautiful than the first bouquet Lan Wangji had gotten him. “You’re so sweet,” He hummed as he leaned in to kiss Lan Wangji. 

“I’m glad you like them,” Lan Wangji replied. 

Wei Wuxian beamed at him as he slid into the car. Seats of cream leather and a wooden dashboard greeting him. He arranged himself, and then his flowers on his lap. He sighed as his phone buzzed, a glance at the screen revealing it was Nie Huaisang reminding him to take photos. He shifted, taking an artful shot of the flowers in his lap. He sent it to Nie Huaisang, smiling as Lan Wangji got in. 

“Nie Huaisang,” He waved his phone. It lit up with heart emojis moments later. “He helped me pick out this.” He gestured to his outfit. 

“Then send my regards,” Lan Wangji hummed as he shifted the car into gear. 

“I didn’t know you drive stick shift,” Wei Wuxian noted. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “I did not learn on this car.” He added with a hint of amusement. 

“Too special?”
“Mn.” Lan Wangji nodded. “My mother and father restored it, before things fell apart.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. 

“One of my earliest memories is carving into the wood,” He continued, reaching out to point to something on the dash. They pulled out into the dying sunlight, lighting up a child’s drawing. Something vaguely bunny shaped squiggle preserved by a layer shellac. Wei Wuxian reached out, running his fingers over it. “It was a whole family.” 

“What happened to the rest?” Wei Wuxian questioned as his fingers started to search. Wondering if maybe the light was hiding them. 
“My mother could only convince my father to keep one.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian’s fingers fell away. “You don’t talk about them often.” 

“Too few of the memories are happy,” Lan Wangji replied, his gaze focused through the windshield. “I do not wish to burden you.” 

“They’re a part of you Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian reached out, squeezing his arm. “They could never be a burden.” He paused, a silence falling for a moment. “I want to know, I want to know you.” 

“Not tonight,” Lan Wangji exhaled, his hand moving off the stick shift to take Wei Wuxian’s. It gave the softest squeeze. 

“But someday,” Wei Wuxian squeezed back. He turned his gaze out the windshield. The silence that feel between them didn’t seem tense, instead almost peaceful. 

“You too,” Lan Wangji spoke after a while. 

“What?” 

“I want to know about your life too.” 

“Lan Zhan, I’m an open book.” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “You’re probably getting sick of my stories of Jiang Cheng and I causing havoc, or Jiang Yanli’s cooking.” 

“I enjoy those,” Lan Wangji’s head tilted. “But I mean before.” 

Wei Wuxian suddenly felt very nervous, a lump forming in his throat as he looked out the window. How did he explain before was nothing but a stack of files? 

“There not,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “You don’t want to know about that.” 

“They’re a part of you.” 

“I don’t,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he broke off with a frustrated groan. Of course Lan Wangji would use his own words against him. 

“I’ve upset you.” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I mean,” He groaned. “There’s nothing to tell.”

“Wei Ying, it’s your life. I want to know.”

“All you need to know is it was in the past.” 

“Nothing you say can change my opinion of you.”  

“I don’t remember, okay!?” Wei Wuxian snapped. Why couldn’t he just let this drop? He flopped his head against the seat headrest as Lan Wangji pulled the car over. Of course he would, he huffed to himself as he reached up to rub his eyes. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji’s scent reached out first. Wei Wuxian could smell the hesitancy. What a mess he’d made of this, the moment they were going to go out and be a real normal couple. “I’m sorry.” 

“It’s not your fault,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he opened his eyes. “I’m just,” He broke off. “Making a mess of your beautifully planned date.” 

“No, I shouldn’t have pushed.” Lan Wangji caught his hand. “Marriage isn’t always happy. I’ve avoided harsh topics because I thought it would keep our relationship perfect.” He paused. “But marriage isn’t only for the happy, we should be comfortable talking about anything.”

Wei Wuxian couldn’t bring himself to look Lan Wangji in the eye. He couldn’t find words to respond either. Why couldn’t they pretend this didn’t happen? Push it under the rug like it was supposed to be. 

“My mother and father’s marriage was,” Lan Wangji paused with a sigh. Wei Wuxian’s head jerked, his eyes latching onto the other’s adam apple. He watched it bob. “My mother got pregnant in highschool, it was unplanned. My father married her, despite the family’s wishes. They were young, in love. Their first was still born, as was their second.” 

“Xichen was their eighth attempt to carry a pregnancy to term,” Lan Wangji exhaled. Wei Wuxian’s heart stopped. He couldn’t imagine the pain of losing a child, let alone seven. “After he was born, they were happy but it couldn’t hide the cracks that had started to form. My mother wanted more children, my father didn’t want to risk it. Eventually she went off her birth control, and I was conceived. It wasn’t an easy pregnancy, nearly both of us died. So my father made her swear she’d never do it again, she promised.” 

“But he’d lost his trust in her, it led to more issues in their marriage.” Lan Wangji sighed. “When I was four, she found out she was pregnant. This time it was faulty birth control, but it shattered what was left their marriage. He moved out to the guest house. She miscarried at six months, a girl. It,” Lan Wangji’s gaze fell. “It broke her.” 

“Lan Zhan.” 

“We moved in with Uncle two weeks later.” Lan Wangji exhaled. “She died two years later.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. His mind reeled from the information he had just learned. His nerves about Wei Wuxian surviving a pregnancy suddenly made a lot more sense. But was he afraid of losing a child or losing Wei Wuxian? That was stupid, of course he was afraid of loosing the child. He was afraid of experiencing the pain that had shattered his parents' own marriage. 

“I should have told you sooner.” Lan Wangji exhaled. It looked like a weight was lifted off his shoulders. “You do not have to share, I don’t mean this as that.” 

Maybe it was the relief in Lan Wangji that made Wei Wuxian do it, that made him find the words.

“We promised to be honest with each other,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I don’t remember much before the Jiangs.” He suddenly felt nervous. There was a reason he never told anyone about this, it was just another way he was broken. “They don’t know if it has something to do with my pack deprivation or just repression. Since there was only one issue, we didn’t press into it.” 

“Your nightmares?” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I have a few memories of my parents, but the kind where it’s hard to tell if you remember or you think you do because people have told the stories to you so many times.” He let out a bitter chuckle. 

“You were in foster homes, weren’t you?” 

“For some of it,” Wei Wuxian’s brow furrowed. “I could remember more of it when I was younger, but now it’s like trying to catch smoke. I can’t imagine they were very nice if I kept running away.” He chuckled halfheartedly. “They tried to make me remember more, for the court cases. Madam Yu saw how much it was affecting me. So she said she wouldn’t let them hurt a member of her pack any further.” He smiled at the memory. “It was the first time she called me part of her pack.” It was the first time he felt like he belonged. 

“A number of the foster homes I was in were brought to court for child abuse and neglect. Physical stuff, nothing sexual.” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I don’t remember it, I’m sure I could find the cases if I wanted to. But I don’t.” 

“I’m sorry if I pushed,” Lan Wangji murmured. A hand coming up to gently wipe a tear away. Wei Wuxian nearly jumped, he hadn’t realized he’d started to cry. 

“No, it’s good that you know.” Wei Wuxian exhaled. He felt shaky now. As he heard the wavering of the cellophane around the flowers he realized he wasn’t just feeling shaky, he was. “Even Jiang Cheng doesn’t know. Yanli does, but it’s not like she could have tipped you off that it’s a rough subject. And I haven’t been forthcoming on it either.” 

“Do you want to go home?” Lan Wangji murmured. “We can reschedule this.” 

“I don’t want to be the one who blew our first date.” Wei Wuxian admitted with a harsh laugh.

“Second.” 

“What?” Wei Wuxian blinked. 

“Second date,” Lan Wangji hummed. “The night I gave you this is the first.” He tapped the ring on Wei Wuxian’s finger. “We even kissed.” 

“We did,” Wei Wuxian laughed, looking down at the ring. He could feel the weight lifting off his chest, even if it was just an excuse. “Can we?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s cheek.  “Fuzzy pajamas and cuddling is an excellent second date.” 

The morgan roared back to life as Lan Wangji pulled back out into traffic. The rest of the ride home in relative silence, Wei Wuxian glanced at Lan Wangji. The alpha’s attention on the road in front of him. He chewed his lip before he finally spoke. 

“What are you thinking about?” 

The golden eyes flickered in his direction. 

“I was thinking about take out,” Lan Wangji replied. “Do you want sushi, Chinese or Mexican?” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed. So many delicious options that could be spicy. “Can we have all of them? And maybe some milkshakes? Oo, maybe some fries too.” He flushed as he caught Lan Wangji’s eyebrow raising ever so slightly. “We Jiangs like to eat our feelings.” 

“Whatever you want,” Lan Wangji squeezed his hand. Only releasing it as he had to shift gears. “Do you want to start ordering?” 

“I do say I can handle that.” Wei Wuxian smiled as he tugged out his phone. He didn’t see how he could fuck up ordering food. 

Later Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian were surrounded by a legion of take out containers. Their switch batteries were long expired, the handheld consoles perched amongst the boxes. Their umpteenth episode of Star Trek Next Generation played on the TV, a pop up of ‘are you still watching’ staring back at them. Wei Wuxian let out a low whine as Lan Wangji lifted him off the couch. 

“Perfect date after all,” Lan Wangji pressed a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s forehead as they curled together under the sheets. 

As Wei Wuxian drifted off, he could almost believe him. 

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“Lan Zhan, visiting hours are over,” Wei Wuxian laughed as they pulled up to the hospital. 

His cheeks were still rosey from the drinks Lan Wangji had gotten him during intermission. As, apparently, his tolerance for alcohol had diminished greatly since high school. He’d wrapped his arms around one of Lan Wangji’s, his torso contorted awkwardly across the center console to do so. His face pressed into his upper arm as he hummed the songs from Mama Mia under his breath. 

Lan Wangji exhaled, reassuring himself that he hadn’t blown it this time. He should have told Wei Wuxian about his parents sooner. He should have asked about Wei Wuxian’s own past sooner. Neither of them had picturesque childhoods, Lan Wangji was foolish for thinking it would be good dinner conversation. He was foolish for using the Morgan without talking about his family beforehand. 

Lan Wangji stopped himself before he could spiral further down his failures. What was important was that this date had gone off wonderfully. Wei Wuxian looked just as stunning in a cropped red velvet kimono jacket over a pair of tailored black pants and shirt. The shirt was just the tiniest see through, teasing Lan Wangji the entire night. 

Lan Wangji had his own revenge, a sleeveless mandarin collared shirt very much like the one Wei Wuxian had worn the other night. This one was in a deep blue, tucked into a white pair of pants. He’d long stopped wearing the white leather jacket he paired with it. As Wei Wuxian had taken to ogling, and attaching himself, to Lan Wangji’s biceps the whole evening. 

“They’ll make an exception,” Lan Wangji hummed, bringing himself back into the moment. Both Wei Wuxian and Jiang Wanyin were to have twenty four hour access to Jiang Yanli. A fact it appeared Wei Wuxian had forgotten.

“Are we sneaking in?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes went wide, a sparkling mirth filling them. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji felt the corner of his mouth tick up. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian gasped. “I really am a terrible influence on you! Today is sneaking into hospitals, what’s tomorrow? J-walking? Running stop lights? Stealing all the ketchup packets from Dairy Queen? Robbing the Louvre?” 

“Is it what Wei Ying wishes?” Lan Wangji questioned as he parked the car. His arm struggled to move under the weight of Wei Wuxian, not that he’d tell his mate to move for all the gold in the world. 

“Are you telling me we could rob the Louvre if I wanted to?” Wei Wuxian laughed. “You’d be a sexy thief,” He purred. His chin landed on Lan Wangji’s shoulder. Lan Wangji couldn’t resist pressing a kiss to his lips. Wei Wuxian gave a disgruntled hum as he chased Lan Wangji’s lips as they parted. 

“Do you not wish to see Jiang Yanli?” 

“Can’t I kiss my sexy husband AND see my sister?” Wei Wuxian whined. “I thought you wanted me to be spoiled.” He pouted. 

“Forgive me,” A smile curved up Lan Wangji’s lips as he leaned into another kiss. Earning another disgruntled hum, he bestowed another, and then another until his husband was content with the payment. 

Wei Wuxian was far too cute as a drunk. It was tempting to let him drink more often. 

“Come on, she’s going to love the playbill.” Wei Wuxian grinned as he dug through the car for the extra playbill he’d bought. “She used to have a bunch in her room! We’d try going and seeing a student production whenever she came for our cuddle sessions.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji hesitated before continuing, debating whether or not to keep it a surprise. His brother had gone above and beyond with their last minute ticket acquisition. “I have season tickets.” 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian grinned, reattaching to Lan Wangji’s arm as they made their way into the hospital. “I could start rebuilding her collection! I saw a bunch she’s seen on the flyer!” 

“I can arrange for another season ticket.” 

“Why?” Wei Wuxian blinked at him. 

“So she can come,” Lan Wangji thought that was obvious. He didn’t expect for a pair of arms to wrap like a vice grip around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. 

“You’re the sweetest,” Wei Wuxian exhaled as they parted, his kiss bitten red lips matching his rosy cheeks. A hand came up to gently stroke the back of Lan Wangji’s neck, keeping them close. “And I’m so telling that to her.” 

“Then we best go find her,” Lan Wangji squeezed Wei Wuxian before they parted. 

With a flash of the badge the Hospital Director had made him, the security guard stopped following them. It left them to move through the quiet halls, the only sound their feet on the tile and the soft refrains of ABBA being hummed under Wei Wuxian’s breath. 

“Sorry to wake you up!” Wei Wuxian greeted Jiang Yanli brightly as he moved to sit next to her bed. “But I had to bring you this!” He pulled out the playbill. 

Lan Wangji let his eyes drift over the space as Wei Wuxian chatted with Jiang Yanli. Wei Wuxian, and probably Jiang Wanyin to an extent, had done much to transform the steril space. A soft purple blanket had been laid out over the foot of her bed. Surfaces of the room filled with flowers and other trinkets. A few photos were posted of the Jiang family, no doubt salvaged from facebook. A small bookcase was filling up, which Lan Wangji gravitated towards to read the titles off the spines. There were a number of classics, mostly from the likes of Jane Austen and the Bronte Sisters. Some newer romance novels had begun to appear, the stickers marking their source as the gift shop. His attention went straight to the middle shelf, where Tolkien, Lewis, Baum and Jacques had gathered. 

“Ah, Lan Zhan’s admiring our library.” Wei Wuxian’s voice broke through his study. He turned, seeing a sparkle in Wei Wuxian’s eyes as he watched him from Jiang Yanli’s bedside. “Maybe a big strong alpha like him can help these two omegas figure out where to start your new playbill collection.” 

“Wei Ying is capable,” Lan Wangji replied, not wanting to intrude on the sanctum that Jiangs had created here. 

“You’d make this poor omega tax his brain by considering all the possibilities?” Wei Wuxian dramatically gasped. “And I told A-Li you were my prince.” 

“Apologizes,” Lan Wangji tilted his head, not entirely sure what game this was. “What does my princess wish me to do?” He wasn’t sure if Wei Wuxian’s face grew redder, or it was just a shifting light. 

“I can’t decide where to start the playbill wall,” Wei Wuxian’s head ducked. Lan Wangji hummed, keeping an eye on Wei Wuxian out of the corner of his eye as he looked. 

“There is plenty of room there,” Lan Wangji pointed to a space. It was visible from the bed. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian hummed. He totteered through the room, producing some tape to hang the playbill up. “Perfect.” He smiled. “I do believe it’s A-Li’s bed time.” He smiled at Lan Wangji. 

“Good night, Miss. Jiang.” He inclined his head. It pulled a chuckle from Wei Wuxian as he latched onto Lan Wangji’s arm. 

“I’ll be in tomorrow to read some more,” Wei Wuxian waved to her as they slid out of the room. 

The ride home was filled with Wei Wuxian humming under his breath. 

“Would you like to go again next week?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Is it a different show?” 

“Mn.” 

“Then yeah,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “I’d like that.” 

He started his humming again, and as they got out of the car Lan Wangji felt the inkling of a game strike him. It was easy to slide behind Wei Wuxian, hoisting him into a bridal carry. Wei Wuxian let out a shriek of laughter as he quickly clung to him. 

“Lan Zhan! What are you doing?” 

“Doesn’t my princess wish to be whisked off their feet?” 

This time Lan Wangji knew Wei Wuxian was blushing. The fact that his eyes had flickered to Lan Wangji’s lips helped him key into it. 

“I am from but a poor kingdom,” He murmured. “Surely this prince will understand I don’t have much to offer.” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji hummed, feeling completely out of his depth. 

“But I’m sure despite my virginal nature we can come up with something.” He batted his eyelashes. A finger tracing up the back of Lan Wangji’s neck. 

Lan Wangji’s lips twitched upwards into a smile. 

That was something he was very familiar with.  

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Wei Wuxian sighed as he relaxed into the bathtub, careful to keep his switch above the water. Pampered, that had been the word Nie Huaisang had used to describe him. Wei Wuxian wondered if he should be concerned that a professional sugar baby considered him pampered. Then again, he supposed it wasn’t that far from the truth. He was playing a switch while soaking in a bubble bath, with music oozing out from the speakers he’d asked Lan Wangji to help him install. 

He had always thought he’d go crazy with so much idle time. The only thing that was required of him was to attend his physical therapy lessons, even those were dwindling in number. Wei Wuxian had taken over making dinner, but Lan Wangji was more than happy to cook whenever Wei Wuxian took an unexpected nap or got too wrapped up in a game. 

It was good he had his streaming to look forward to. Lan Wangji had pressed him to start with only a few streams, his overprotectiveness adorably annoying. He’d reminded him he would be cleared to work a job by now, and playing video games on the internet for strangers was hardly taxing. Still, Dr. Wen was hesitant to take him off his suppressants. He was making great progress on getting his body back to a healthy point, and no one wanted to risk it. 

At the same time, Wei Wuxian desperately wanted to smell his own scent again. The perfume he’d bought was a good dupe, but now that they were bonded. Well, he wanted to be able to scent Lan Wangji back. He wanted the whole house to smell like them, he wanted Lan Wangji to smell like him. The normal signs of a bonded couple. 

Wei Wuxian was pulled from his game and his thoughts by his phone going off. He set the switch aside, making sure it wouldn’t get wet, and picked up the phone. He smiled as he saw it was a text from Lan Wangji. 

Would you be willing to make enough dinner for four? 

Of course! Four total (including us) or four more? 

Four total . 

Will do! Any dietary restrictions? 

Vegetarian.

Wei Wuxian bounced his phone against his lips as he thought. It would probably be safest to make everything vegetarian, which would be a hard sell with what was currently in the house. Which meant an excursion to the grocery store, without Lan Wangji. Somehow both exciting and tedious at the same time. Where will the fun be if he can’t argue with Lan Wangji over buying candy? 

He definitely needed to get a hobby that got him out of the house more. 

Especially since Nie Huaisang had built him a wardrobe that was being largely unused. Which was clearly why he was overdressing for the grocery store. He sent a snap of the outfit to both Lan Wangji and Nie Huaisang. Of course, Lan Wangji’s was just seductive enough to drive him a little crazy.

Three hours later, Wei Wuxian was elbow deep into cooking wondering if he’d been a bit over ambitious. He probably definitely suffered from his eyes being bigger than his stomach, settling on making four different dishes which included dessert. He prayed that whoever Lan Wangji was bringing home was hungry. If not, he could ferry some of the leftovers out to Jiang Cheng. Hell, even if they were hungry he’d still could. 

He double checked the egg tarts before giving the dumpling soup a good stir, moving back to check on the extra dumplings he’d made. The cucumber salad would be easy to throw together at the last minute, which led him to his fried rice and then the tofu and vegetable main dish. Everything in the store had just looked so good. 

It was really Lan Wangji’s fault if Wei Wuxian thought about it. The man was making him believe he should get whatever he wanted, including whatever food tickled his fancy. Clearing his own conscience, Wei Wuxian threw his attention back into cooking. So much so that between it, and the music oozing from the newly installed speakers, Wei Wuxian didn’t notice Lan Wangji had gotten home until he turned and physically ran into him. 

“Lan Zhan!” He beamed. “Welcome home!” He rolled up onto the balls of his feet to kiss him, making sure to keep his dirty hands away from his clean suit. When he rocked back onto his heels, he saw Lan Xichen in the doorway. “Dinner will be ready in just a minute,” Wei Wuxian smiled at him. “Lan Zhan, would you mind starting the tea?” He questioned as he realized he hadn’t started it. 

“I heard rumors you’d been domesticated,” An older gruff voice rang through the room. Wei Wuxian had a moment to register it as Lan Qiren before timers were pulling him back to the stove. 

“Old Man Lan!” He called out in greeting as he stirred the soup. “Or should I be calling you Uncle Lan now?” He grinned as he heard a groan of resignation. 

“If only to stop the ridiculousness that is ‘Old Man’,” Lan Qiren huffed in reply. Wei Wuxian chuckled as he started pulling things away from heat. 

“The dining room table is already set up if you two would like to sit and wait there,” Wei Wuxian called. “I just have to throw together the salad and dinner will be ready.” He informed as he crossed to the fridge, pulling out the cucumbers he’d already prepped and the sauce. As he rolled past Lan Wangji, he dropped a kiss to his shoulder blade. “Work go okay?”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded in reply. Still, Wei Wuxian could pick up the annoyance and the hint of exhaustion in his tone. 

“That bad?” Wei Wuxian hummed. “Maybe I should have sent you a dirty selfie from the bathtub after all,” He teased in a lower whisper. His laughter was smothered by a kiss. “Lan Zhan! I have food to deal with.” He huffed. 

“Then do not tease,” Lan Wangji gave him the smallest smile before pressing a kiss to his cheek before moving away with the tea. 

“Do you need any help?” Lan Xichen’s voice sounded as Lan Wangji disappeared. 

“No, we’re just about done.” Wei Wuxian smiled as he started balancing dishes. He’d gotten the salad, extra dumplings, and stir fried veggies and tofu and was considering how to get the soup when Lan Xichen darted forward to help.  

“It seems you went through great lengths for us tonight,” Lan Xichen eyed the food. “Or is this merely how the Jiang’s eat normally?” He added a hint of teasing in his tone. 

“Well, no guests ever went hungry,” Wei Wuxian laughed, feeling only a small stab of pain at the mention. JIang Yanli would have said now that he was idle he was finally getting time to process, it didn’t make it any easier. “But this was more because my eyes were bigger than my stomach when I went to get groceries. Lan Zhan, can you grab the chili oil and the rice?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded as they passed enroute to the dining room. 

“Everything looks delicious,” Lan Xichen smiled as they set everything down on the table. Wei Wuxian chose to ignore the huff from Lan Qiren. 

“Well, it’s nothing compared to what A-Li used to make,” Wei Wuxian sighed trying to figure out if Lan Wangji had claimed a spot at the table yet. “Everything she makes is fantastic, but her Lotus Rib Soup is heaven on earth.” 

“Have you tried recreating it?” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head with a sigh. “I’ll make one that tastes good, but it just won’t be the same.” He was unable to keep the sadness from his tone. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji murmured as he came back in. A look of concern maring his features. He barely set the rice down before he had an arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist. 

“I’m fine,” Wei Wuxian tried to wave him off. He sighed as it only made the furrow in Lan Wangji’s brow deepen. “It’s just, now that I’m not working every hour of the day I actually have time to miss her. I know it’s good she’s in a coma, so she isn’t in pain. Doesn’t stop me from missing her. Now, let’s eat before anything gets cold.” He tilted his head up to press a kiss to Lan Wangji’s lips. 

He turned back to the table, focusing on serving up the soup. He offered smiles to Lan Qiren and Lan Xichen, choosing to ignore the curious look from Lan Xichen. He settled back into his seat, smiling at Lan Wangji before digging in. 

“You’re working towards retirement, aren’t you Uncle Lan?” Wei Wuxian questioned after a few bites. 

“No talking while eating,” Lan Qiren huffed in reply. 

“He may speak if he wishes to,” Lan Wangji offered tersely without missing a beat. 

“It’s good to know we live in a world where the young disrespect their elders,” Lan Qiren huffed. Wei Wuxian nervously glanced at Lan Xichen, seeing a face of tired resignation. 

“Wei Ying is my mate,” Lan Wangji snapped. “He may do as he pleases in our home.” 

Suddenly it was like Wei Wuxian’s whole body got hot, a hot heavy pressure pressing down on it. It put Wei Wuxian’s teeth on edge, the sudden desire to bare his teeth. He gasped as it only seemed to intensify, nearly knocking him out of his chair. 

Rage. 

The word came to him in a flash, taking his sight with him. Instead he was left with the blinding red tunnel. It wasn’t his rage, he realized. It was Lan Wangji’s. He reached out blindly, the feeling of someone else’s emotions incredibly disorienting. 

“Lan Zhan, calm down.” He tried to work through the disorientation. “It’s okay, sweetheart.” He grasped on to an arm. His thumb rubbing a small circle, in the hopes that it might help ground him. 

“Wei Ying!” 

Just as quickly as the rage came over him, it washed away. Wei Wuxian gasped, sucking in a breath now that the pressure seemed to evaporate. A hand was guiding his face to Lan Wangji’s, his face pure concern as he pressed their foreheads together. He exhaled, breathing in the sandalwood. 

“That was a lot of anger,” He breathed. He saw Lan Wangji’s eyes widen. 

“You felt it?” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian exhaled again, his eyes closing for a moment. If this was just a family spat, what was an alpha during a rage like? Then again, he had a feeling there was more to this than just talking while eating. 

“Are you alright?” Lan Xichen questioned. Wei Wuxian’s gaze broke from Lan Wangji to look at him. 

“I think so,” Wei Wuxian tried to give him a reassuring smile. The rage had almost left without a trace, making his worry seem even colder. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed. Wei Wuxian could feel the apology in his tone. 

“It’s okay,” He turned back. “It’s not like you knew that would happen. Hell, I don’t even know what happened.” He leaned forward to press a kiss to the tip of his nose. It succeeded in softening the man’s worried expression. “Now, let's all eat. As a compromise we’ll start a conversation over dessert.” 

His suggestion went uncontested, although Wei Wuxian noticed Lan Xichen shooting him curious looks the entire time. Which was almost as distracting as the guilt radiating off of Lan Wangji. At least Lan Qiren was inscrutable as ever. 

“I’ll go get the egg tarts.” Wei Wuxian spoke when it seemed like everyone had finished. He returned to what appeared to be a Mexican standoff. He suddenly realized why Yanli constantly threw food at people. 

“Thank you,” Lan Xichen smiled, breaking the silence as he accepted his tart.

“Thank you for giving me the tip off on Lan Zhan’s sweet tooth,” Wei Wuxian winked back. He saw Lan Wangji’s ears flush slightly, to which he pressed a kiss before sitting down. “Of course, he’s refused to tell me what his favorite is but I’ll figure it out. I think it’s a ploy to have more sweets.” He winked. 

“Wangji has always been smart when it comes to that,” Lan Xichen laughed. Wei Wuxian hummed, smiling as he looked over at Lan Wangji. He let out a hum of approval as he bit into the tart. 

“So how long have you two had an emotional bond?” Lan Xichen questioned. 

Wei Wuxian blinked as he looked up at Lan Xichen. 

“A what?” 

“Emotional bond,” Lan Xichen repeated glancing at Lan Wangji. “When bonds reach a certain level, mates are able to feel each other’s emotions. It starts out only with the extremes, but then progresses the longer you’re bonded. I’ve never heard of it happening so quickly, at least not without a lot of,” He broke off as if he suddenly realized what he was about to say. 

From the red flush on his face as he looked away from the two of them, Wei Wuxian didn’t imagine it was polite for the dinner table either. Or at least nothing that should be spoken of in front of Old Man Lan. He’d probably see it as another way Wei Wuxian was corrupting his nephew. 

“Well that’s the first time I’ve experienced it,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he looked over at Lan Wangji. “I can talk to Dr. Wen about it at my next appointment.” He reached out to interlace his fingers with Lan Wangji’s. “Maybe the frequency is higher in omegas.” 

Or maybe they’d just been having too much sex. 

“How is your health coming?” Lan Xichen perked up, apparently eager to change the subject. 

“I’m pretty much out of the woods,” Wei Wuxian smiled at him. “Not that that’s a free pass to stop being careful, as Lan Zhan and Dr. Wen like to remind me. However, since most of my causes were situational my life isn’t going to be impacted that much. Just have to keep a healthy diet and exercise.”
“And low stress,” Lan Wangji added. 

“Lan Zhan, you’ve effectively made my life stress free!” Wei Wuxian snorted. “The hardest part of my week was deciding what flowers to bring to Yanli!” 

“Good,” Lan Wangji hummed, a purr of satisfaction in his tone. 

“Do you intend to become a professional layabout?” Lan Qiren finally spoke, after wiping his mouth with a napkin.  

“Wei Ying is going to stream again,” Lan Wangji interjected before Wei Wuxian could. 

“Stream? Ah yes, those dreadful video games,” Lan Qiren’s tone was biting. Lan Wangji’s hand tightened around Wei Wuxian’s. He could almost feel that buzz of heated rage behind his teeth again. 

“I know you’re not fond of them,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “But video games can help a lot of people, from escapism to physical therapy applications. I actually did a paper my senior year on the potentials of developing games that could be used for therapy. It’s one of the first projects I actually have slated for my first code night, just coding a basic game that can help stroke patients improve their coordination. The trick is to make it entertaining enough that they'll want to keep playing it. I’ve actually talked to my physical therapist about it. Wen Ning is helping out since he’s been studying to become a nurse if not eventual doctor. I’m thinking once we nail the progression of training, we can make a storyline or something. So you can work through the game with your regular physical therapy. Kind of a RPG kind of thing. Granted, the tricky part is everyone progresses differently and starts at different places. So we have to figure out a way to mark a scale of improvement. I’m thinking of trying to code something that will pick up on how well you’re performing the coordination puzzles, if they’re a piece of cake the game will start to make them harder. Likewise, if you're struggling a lot it’ll lower them back down.” 

Wei Wuxian broke off as he realized he was getting long winded, and was receiving some almost blank stares from the two visiting Lans. 

“Sorry, I forget not everyone is into that kind of stuff.” He chuckled, glancing at Lan Wangji. He saw a warm look on his face there, making him just blush darker. 

“It’s good you're passionate about it,” Lan Wangji smiled. 

“Code night?” 

“Ah, it’s a new thing I’ve always wanted to do!” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Basically I’ll be walking my viewers through coding a game, starting from the ground up. I know it can seem really intimidating to some, which Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang are actually helping me out with. If I’ve lost them, I’ve lost everyone else. Plus coding isn’t the most exciting to just watch, especially live, but we’ve got some ideas on how to keep it entertaining. So, they’ll make sure the stream doesn’t drag into something boring or too confusing. So far, I’m just planning on streaming twice a week, one of which will be our coding night.”

“Well I hope you have some free time,” Lan Xichen smiled. “Since you are no longer excused from Lan Corporate Functions. Your first one is coming up, a simple event. It’s a recognition even for some of our upper level workers.” 

“Do you want me there?” Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Wangji. He got a look that read ‘no shit, sherlock’. Wei Wuxian laughed. “I’d love to come, just let me know about the dress code.” 

The conversation fell into something safe and pleasant. Lan Qiren rarely spoke up, usually in the form of biting comments towards Wei Wuxian. It wasn’t anything he wasn’t used to, but he could see it grating on Lan Wangji. So, he strived to play nice. He could think of it as practice for dealing with Lan Wangji’s coworkers. 

Still, it was a relief to have dinner cleaned up and the visitors out the door. 

“Come here baobei ,” Wei Wuxian hummed from their bed as Lan Wangji came back from the bathroom. “Oh, you like that one?” He grinned as he saw a flash in Lan Wangji’s eyes as he crawled to join him in bed. “What can I do?” He hummed, his hand moving to rub Lan Wangji’s tense jaw. “Do you want a massage? Cuddles? Sex?” 

Wie Wuxian smiled as Lan Wangji merely kissed him, his hands starting to wander. He laughed as Lan Wangji’s hands hit his bare ass, making the alpha break of their kiss in surprise. A low rumble of approval filled the room as Lan Wangji realized Wei Wuxian had crawled into bed pantless. 

“Am I that predictable?” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Maybe I just wanted to take advantage of my sexy husband.” Wei Wuxian hummed, hooking his ankles behind Lan Wangji’s back. He barely had time to watch his husband’s eyes darken before he was arching off the bed. 

Lan Wangji’s hands turned bruising as he thrust in. His movements grew rougher and rougher, until Wei Wuxian was left gasping as teeth buried themselves into his neck. His toes curled as Lan Wangji pounded his way through Wei Wuxian’s ogasam. Only to pull another one out of him minutes later. 

He felt like he was floating when Lan Wangji finally came, only to leave Wei Wuxian mewling as he pulled free. At least the weight of Lan Wangji’s kisses kept him tethered to the bed. Wei Wuxian reached out, running his hands through Lan Wangji’s hair as he left kisses littered across the bruises forming on Wei Wuxian’s body. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wei Wuxian murmured. It was obvious something was bothering Lan Wangji, and Wei Wuxian would have bet that it had something to do with their dinner with Lan Qiren. 

He got the briefest glance from Lan Wangji at his question. His lips were traveling southwards moments later, sending Wei Wuxian crashing back over the edge in minutes. Only for Lan Wangji to come crashing back in. 

It was only as Wei Wuxian let out an involuntary mewl of protest as Lan Wangji tried to go again that his husband stopped. A pair of strong arms pulled him close, with soft kisses pressed to Wei Wuxian’s face. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but wonder if that was anything like marathon sex. He only really had one thing for comparison. 

 “My heat is going to be hot, isn’t it?” Wei Wuxian yawned as he started to come back down to earth. 

“You still want to spend it with me?” 

Wei Wuxian froze, pulling back immediately to look up at Lan Wangji. 

“Of course,” He felt his brow furrow. “Why wouldn’t I?” 

“Uncle,” Lan Wangji trailed off. 

Wei Wuxian blinked at him. Was that what this was all about? Fucking Wei Wuxian’s brains out because of dinner with the old man? If so, Wei Wuxian should invite him over more often. 

“Lan Zhan, Old Man Lan has hated me since the day I stepped foot into the Cloud Recesses,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “If you think he’s going to scare me off from the incredibly sexy, thoughtful, prince of an alpha that you are, you’re insane.” He hummed as he snuggled back into Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“I got angry.”

“You're allowed to have emotions!” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I don’t want you hiding them from me either. You are my alpha,” He pulled Lan Wangji’s hand up to rest over his mating mark. “That includes all of you. Get used to sharing yourself with me now, because I won’t have anyone else. If your brother is to be believed, I’ll soon know when you're hiding them from me too.”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed. His fingers flexed to massage Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed, his eyes suddenly becoming too heavy to keep open. 

If he heard Lan Wangji murmuring softs words to him, he didn’t register it.  

“I love you.” 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

“Lan Zhan, I am going to go swimming.”

Lan Wangji was surprised by the determined tone in Wei Wuxian’s voice. He rarely sounded this dedicated early in the morning. He glanced over at his mate, seeing him staring out the window at the pond behind the house. As if the pond himself had issued him a challenge. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. It was warm enough for him to go swimming without getting a cold. The sun was already up, but it was put to shame by the bright grin Wei Wuxian gave Lan Wangji as he came to wrap his arms around his waist.

“Oh that’s adorable!” Wei Wuxian’s gaze dropped to where Lan Wangji was carefully laying out fruit in Wei Wuxian’s oatmeal to make a smiling face.

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, abandoning his efforts to pull Wei Wuxian flush against him. He pressed a good morning kiss to Wei Wuxian’s lips, earning a hum of approval. 

“I’m going to make one for you too!” Wei Wuxian grinned once they’d separated, grabbing the bowl of untouched oatmeal. He rattled around the kitchen, producing knives and fruit. “Don’t look,” He protested when Lan Wangji moved to wrap his arms around his waist. “It’s going to be a surprise!” 

Lan Wangji let out a small huff of annoyance, which earned him a fond smile and a kiss. He collected the oatmeal he’d put together, setting it in Wei Wuxian’s spot. He stared at the fruit, watching it slowly start to sink into the mixture. Just as he was considering throwing it out to start fresh, Wei Wuixan came bustling over. 

“Tada!” He beamed as he revealed a rather adorable rendition of a rabbit. 

“Well done,” Lan Wangji praised, watching Wei Wuxian’s eyes crinkle as his smile grew bigger. He glanced at his sinking smiley face, feeling a hint of guilt that it had been outshined in such little time. 

“Your face is adorable too,” Wei Wuxian nudged Lan Wangji, as if picking up on his guilt. “I’ve never had a face in my oatmeal before.” He added taking his first spoonful. “Plus it tastes fantastic.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s temple. He felt Wei Wuxian’s sigh as he leaned further into him. He really had to applaud their decision to start sitting on the same bench. They were almost through their breakfast when Wei Wuxian spoke again. 

“Oh! I want to go swimming today.” 

“Noted,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“But I don’t have a swimsuit,” Wei Wuxian proceeded. “So, I was going to give you the option to take your wonderful husband to go swimsuit shopping. Or the chance to see your sexy husband go skinny dipping.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, the skinny dipping was coming out as the winner only to fall flat as he remembered. “If you wish to invite Jiang Wanyin, you will need a suit.” 

“Lan Zhan, we grew up together.” Wei Wuxian snorted. “We used to shower together after practice.” Lan Wangji was unable to curb the flash of jealousy, and from Wei Wuxian’s laughter he wasn’t successful in hiding it. “Okay, we’ll go swimsuit shopping. You’ve got a swimsuit, right?” He checked. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“I should probably pick one up for A-Cheng too,” Wei Wuxian realized. “This will be fun! I haven’t gone swimming since before college!” He beamed. “It can be a shopping date!” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, happy that Wei Wuxian was so thrilled with the prospect. He still planned on taking him to the theatre again this week, but watching people perform on stage didn’t leave much interaction between them. 

“I’ll go get dressed,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he polished off the last of his oatmeal. He dropped a kiss to the top of Lan Wangji’s head, before dropping his dishes in the sink and scurrying off. 

Lan Wangji hummed as he quickly rinsed the dishes and set them in the dishwasher. It had been almost two months since the last time he splurged on Wei Wuxian. He mentally calculated the price he’d be comfortable with spending today. A voice, sounding suspiciously like his uncle, sounded off that they’d be broke if Lan Wangji spent what he desired on Wei Wuxian every two months. 

“Ready to go?” Wei Wuxian’s voice sounded as he bounced down the stairs. 

Lan Wangji turned, and felt his mouth water. Wei Wuxian was dressed in a sleeveless tailored black jumpsuit. Cinched in, it made his waist look even smaller and accentuated his ass. But all of that knowledge was overridden by the deep v-neckline, clearly showing off the mating bite on Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

He could hardly be blamed for kissing the breath out of his mate. 

“You look good,” Lan Wangji hummed against Wei Wuxian’s lips as they parted. 

“Of course, we’re going on a date!” Wei Wuxian laughed. “I have to do something if I don’t want to look like a potato next to you.” He reached up, tugging on the collar of the casual white button up shirt Lan Wangji was wearing. “I mean you make this look like it came off the runway!” 

“You never look like a potato,” Lan Wangji protested. He still couldn’t believe Wei Wuxian didn’t think he looked stunning. 

“Says the man who looks like he descended from the heavens,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as they headed for the garage. “I swear, I need Nie Huaisang just to keep up with you.” 

“I could change?” Lan Wangji offered.

“I’m teasing, Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Let me extoll your otherworldly beauty by disparaging myself. Let me wonder how this mere mortal managed to catch the attention of a god.” 

“You are beautiful,” Lan Wangji replied. He caught his wrist and pulled him in. “I am the one who is lucky to have caught your attention.” 

He watched Wei Wuxian’s face flush a beautiful red. His words stammered to a stop, until he pitched forward burying his head in Lan Wangji’s chest in an attempt to hide. Lan Wangji couldn’t keep from smiling, a hand coming to rest on the small of Wei Wuxian’s back. It was thoroughly tempting to slide it a bit lower. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian whined. “You’ll give me another heart attack if you keep talking like that.” 

“Unlikely,” Lan Wangji returned, the smallest hint of humor in his voice. “You are adorable when you’re teased.” 

“That’s my line!” Wei Wuxian huffed. His head shot up from where it was hiding, the cutest pout forming on his lips. “Abuse! My alpha has no concern for my weak heart!” He pretended to swoon, but it only caused Lan Wangji to lift him in his arms. “Lan Zhan!” 

“Wei Ying,” He replied, leaning in and kissing him. Wei Wuxian laughed against his lips, letting the pretense fall away. “You are beautiful.” He murmured as they pulled away. Wei Wuxian flushed again. “Why do you find that embarrassing? It is true.” 

“My talent lies in giving compliments,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “Not receiving them.” 

“I will endeavor to amend that,” Lan Wangji replied. “Since my husband has such a low view of himself.” 

“You’re going to be the death of me,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“No death,” Lan Wangji hummed, leaning forward to kiss him again. “Swimsuits.” 

“Right!” Wei Wuxian smiled. “It’s a wonder I remember to do anything without you. Now, I figured we could just get a swimsuit at whatever is closest.” 

Lan Wangji hummed, ignoring Wei Wuxian’s attempts to direct him towards a superstore and heading for the nearest mall. As the protests began to die off, he glanced over. Wei Wuxian’s teeth had caught on his lower lip, a hand nervously fiddling with something in his pocket. Most telling of all, was the churning in his own gut contrasting with his own calm mindset. 

It had been strange, picking up on Wei Wuxian’s emotions at first. He hadn’t realized that was what it was at first, the flashes of happiness more than concerning. It was the flashes of frustration and other negative emotions that started to key him in on what was happening. Then it began to almost feel like a punishment, that he was stuck at work while he was feeling Wei Wuxian being excited. It made the negative emotions all the more worrying. What if he needed help and Lan Wangji was stuck at work? 

Once his brother had called it an emotional bond, they were able to do a little research. Now, Wei Wuxian started sending snaps. Hints of his day and what it was making him feel. It was amazing to see what could do it, from finally catching a fish he’d been looking for in Animal Crossing to a new food he’d discovered with Nie Huaisang or Wen Qionglin. His only fear was that Wei Wuxian would become bored with him as their further bond developed, revealing how little emotion he actually had. 

“Let’s go!” Wei Wuxian said with a false smile as Lan Wangji parked. It pulled him from his own thoughts. Lan Wangji’s eyes dropped to Wei Wuxian’s hand, seeing it shaking slightly. 

“What’s wrong?” Lan Wangji questioned. 

“Nothing!” Wei Wuxian protested too quickly. 

“You’re nervous.” 

“You can feel that?” Wei Wuxian swallowed as he paled. Lan Wangji nodded. Wei Wuxian sighed, slumping back into the car seat as he pulled out his red bandana. Lan Wangji’s mind connected the dots. 

Wei Wuxian was nervous about people seeing his omega mating gland. Despite the shirt he’d worn to Mama Mia being opened several buttons, it still had a collar. The collarless black jumpsuit had nowhere for him to hide. Lan Wangji felt an unwelcome stab of negative thoughts. Did Wei Ying not want people to know they were bonded? Was he embarrassed by him? 

“It’s my first time not wearing it,” Wei Wuxian admitted, a thumb rubbing against the bandana. “It’s not that I’m embarrassed about it, I want to show it off, it’s just,” He trailed off with a sigh. 

“You are used to it.” 

“You’ve been really good about adjusting to my status,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “But what about other people? The fear of being bonded against my will is gone,” He sighed again. “But now I can’t help but worry people are going to treat me differently.”

“It’s your armor.” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I don’t want you to think I’m not proud to be your mate, because I am! It’s just,” He broke off, biting his lip. “Maybe I should have worn something less open.” His hand rose, tugging at the jumpsuit. “At least until I got used to it.” 

“We can go home and change,” Lan Wangji offered. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian protested, his eyes closing. “We’re already here.” 

“Would you like me to tie your bandana for you?” 

He watched Wei Wuxian take a deep breath. His eyes opened as he stared at the mall. Lan Wangji could almost hear the internal debate going on in his mind. Wei Wuxian’s hands unspooling and crunching the bandana in his hands. Lan Wangji didn’t know if he could just send calm thoughts, so far they’d only been able to pick up on strong emotions. He thought calm and accepting thoughts anyway, reaching out to set a palm on Wei Wuxian’s knee. He let his scent curl out around them. 

“You don’t have to push yourself,” He spoke softly as he exposed the palm of his hand. An unspoken request for the bandana. He watched Wei Wuxian exhale, a small grunt of frustration as he dropped it into Lan Wangji’s hand. 

Lan Wangji gently tied the bandana around Wei Wuxian’s neck, letting out a pleased hum as he arranged it to lie neatly. He tilted Wei Wuxian’s chin towards him when he finished, pressing a kiss to his lips. 

 “Let’s get this date going,” Wei Wuxian smiled, this time one that felt real. His hand went for the door handle. 

Wei Wuxian was quick to round the trunk of the car to attach onto Lan Wangji’s arm. Lan Wangji hummed as he raised his arm, setting it over Wei Wuxian’s shoulders. He felt a bit of tension leave his mate at the action. 

“Do you need to get anything while we’re here?”
“Mn.” 

“Then why didn’t we go to the superstore we passed on the way here?” 

“Boba.” 

“Boba? I knew you liked it!” Wei Wuxian beamed. A pep entering his step. “I’m thinking Honeydew for me today.” 

Lan Wangji smiled as Wei Wuxian’s worries seemed to melt away with the promise of boba. His problems started with the parade of swimsuits, his only saving grace was the pants he wore were loose. He subtly shifted as Wei Wuxian returned to the dressing room to redress. His eyes alighted on his mate's bandana less neck as he emerged. 

An act that should be rewarded, as Lan Wangji pulled him into a shop when he saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes stuck to an outfit in the window. 

“I don’t know Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he tried to figure out a way to get out of Lan Wangji buying it for him. “It’ll probably throw my whole wardrobe off. Nie Huaisang will never forgive me.” 

“Then ask him.” 

“You know what,” Wei Wuxian’s eyes sparked at the challenge. “I will.” 

Lan Wangji hummed as he wrapped his arms around Wei Wuxian’s waist so he could peer over his shoulder for the response. His eyes flickered around the store, seeing a number of other items that seemed to fit Wei Wuxian’s style. 

The sound of Wei Wuxian’s phone buzzing pulled his attention back. A smile turned up the corner of his lips as Nei Huaisang had sent a long line of thumbs up and heart eyes. A larger one grew as the man screenshotted Wei Wuxian’s snap and circled things in the background.  

“I can’t believe it,” Wei Wuxian grumbled. 

“Ask about this,” Lan Wangji hummed, snagging a jacket that caught his eye. 

After four items, Wei Wuxian handed him his phone. 

After twelve the omega was chasing him down. 

“That is it! I’m cutting you off from Huaisang!” Wei Wuxian moved to grab his phone. “Give it back!” 

“He is being helpful,” Lan Wangji replied as he slid away, a hand reaching into his own pocket to connect his snapchat with Nie Huaisang’s before returning it. 

“Lan Zhan! Huaisang will have you buy out the whole mall!” He chased after him. “I’m putting my foot down on clothes.” 

“Alright,” Lan Wangji hummed as he added Nie Huaisang. He handed Wei Wuxian’s phone back. 

“Why do I have a feeling that was too easy?” Wei Wuxian questioned him as he accepted his phone. Lan Wangji merely hummed, feeling his phone buzz as they headed up to the cash register. 

He glanced at Nie Huaisang’s message as they checked out. Wei Wuxian was too busy typing out his own note for Nie Huaisang to notice. Nie Huaisang had sent one word, jewelry followed by the location in the mall they were in. McQueen will be your best bet, third case. 

Lan Wangji’s eyes flickered to Wei Wuxian. The light caught on the small silver studs in his ears, his mind flashing back to the announcement he’d pierced his ears again. He could work with that. He was sure they passed Nie Huaisang’s suggested jewelry store on the way in. It was as easy as interlacing his fingers with Wei Wuxian’s as he lifted the clothing bags off the counter. 

He heard Wei Wuxian exhale as they entered the store, followed by a huff as Lan Wangji planted them in front of the right case. 

“Can I help you?” An eager sales person questioned. 

“We’d like to see all the earrings,” Lan Wangji replied, glancing over the case. He heard another small huff as Wei Wuxian shifted closer. “You only have a few.” He pointed out, earning a pout in return. 

“Specifically those,” Wei Wuxian pointed to an asymmetrical pair. There was a red gem on one side of it, the other side a dangling bar. Lan Wangji watched as Wei Wuxian looked at the earrings the woman had produced, his mouth explaining when ones he did and didn’t like. 

He’d whittled it down to three pairs when the salesperson spoke up. 

“You aren’t limited to this collection. I can pull anything from these cases.” 

Lan Wangji nudged Wei Wuxian, and his mate went off to explore the cases. Lan Wangji perused the ones closer to his own style, wondering if he could find anything to mimic what Wei Wuxian had picked out. Afterall, he knew Nie Huaisang was theming some of Wei Wuxian’s wardrobe off of him, it was only fair he ventured into Wei Wuxian’s style. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian waved him over with far more enthusiasm than he expected. Lan Wangji crossed, his gaze falling to the jewelry case. Something about it looked familiar. Wei Wuxian’s own hands were clasped behind his back. 

“Give me your hands,” Wei Wuxian grinned. Lan Wangji offered them. “Close your eyes.” Lan Wangji arched an eyebrow. “Come on!” 

With that, Lan Wangji let his eyes fall closed. He felt Wei Wuxian’s hands come to hold his left, the cold metal of a ring sliding on. It warmed from Wei Wuxian’s fiddling, as if making sure it would display well. 

“Okay, you can open them!” 

 Lan Wangji’s eyes flickered open, dropping to the ring now on his ring finger. He felt his heart skip a beat as he saw a familiar ring. Instead of the black and red gems, however, they were blue and white. Most likely sapphires and diamonds. Wei Wuxian’s hand wiggled as he displayed his own hand next to it. 

“We match now!” He beamed wiggling his own hand next to his. 

Lan Wangji was stunned. 

He didn’t know what to say. What to do. He knew this wasn’t the grand romantic moment he wanted it to be. It probably wasn’t even a sign of possessiveness, another visual marker for everyone to know Lan Wangji was taken. Still, he couldn’t help but feel the fluttering hope in his chest.

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian questioned nervously. “If you don’t like it we don’t have to get it. I just thought it looked like mine. I guess you don’t normally wear a lot of jewelry. I’ll just put it back,” He muttered moving for the ring. 

It pushed Lan Wangji in to action, his left hand jerking back as his right hand moved to cup the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck. Pulling him in for a kiss that was probably too passionate for public. Right now, Lan Wangji didn’t care. It seemed to catch Wei Wuxian off guard, but he more than readily matched Lan Wangji’s drive. 

“Does it fit okay?” Wei Wuxian gasped as they broke apart. “Do we need to order a different size?” 

Lan Wangji’s gaze fell to the ring. His fingers bending and curling as he tested the fit, before giving it a good shake to test. It wasn’t too tight, or too loose. Almost if it was made just for him. 

“Perfect fit,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“Why do I have a feeling we’d be walking out with it even if it didn’t?” Wei Wuxian teased. Lan Wangji felt his ears flush.  “I think we’re done looking, aren’t we?” He added in a lower tone. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded, right now the only thing he wanted to do was go home and fuck his husband. Two hands intertwined against sheets, rings of blue and red as moans filled the air. His fingers hesitated at the band on his finger. 

“I can ring it up without you taking it off,” The sales woman piped up. Lan Wangji gave her a nod, quickly moving to pay for everything. Wei Wuxian gave smiles and pleasantries as he took the bags, before Lan Wangji was tugging him away. 

“Are you going to be too distracted to drive?” Wei Wuxian hummed as Lan Wangji had pulled him in for a kiss. Caging his mate in against the car. “Or do we need to fix this before we drive?” He teased spreading his legs. 

“I am too old to have sex in cars,” Lan Wangji hummed back, despite the temptation being strong. He wanted to take his time. 

“Now you have me curious,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Did young Lan Wangji have sex in cars often? Deflowering young maidens on leather seats?” 

“Young men,” Lan Wangji amended. Wei Wuxian raised an eyebrow as he chuckled. 

“Should I be jealous?”

“I was young,” Lan Wangji replied. “And very stupid.” 

“What’s changed?” Wei Wuxian teased back, leaning in to kiss him. 

“It’s not empty anymore,” Lan Wangji hummed. Wei Wuxian blushed. 

“Let’s go home,” Wei Wuxian sighed. 

“Home,” Lan Wangji murmured in agreement. 

Least to say, all thoughts of swimming went out the window. 

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Wei Wuxian let out an ear shattering whoop as he tore off from the house, the wooden boards of the walkways rattling down as he pounded down them. He hit the island pavilion, using the roots of a willow tree as a springboard to give his jump more height. 

 For a minute all he could see was the white bubbles from his entrance into the water, until it started to clear. The small fish that made the pond their home slowly came into focus. Darting in and out between the pond vegetation.  Wei Wuxian grinned, a stream of bubbles leaving his mouth. He followed them back up to the surface, breaking through the water. 

“There are so many fish!” Wei Wuxian called out to Lan Wangji.

The alpha in question was just now arriving at the pavilion island. He was dressed in swimsuit trunks of pale blue, a large tote bag tucked under one arm and two towels under the other. Wei Wuxian flipped onto his back, easily backstroking through the water. He kept an eye on his husband, watching him set the towels up over two chairs on the pavilion. The mysterious tote bag set down without being opened.

Wei Wuxian changed direction when Lan Wangji settled in on one of the chairs. 

“Aren’t you coming in?” He questioned as he propped himself up on the edge of the deck. He shifted his arms around, making a pattern with the water from his arms on the dark wood. His legs curled up under the deck. He idly wondered how big the island part was if it was enough to support at least two willow trees. 

“Sunscreen,” Lan Wangji replied, a hand disappearing into the tote bag. 

“Oh, you probably burn don’t you?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “I can get your back!” He offered as he pulled himself up onto the deck. He shook like a dog, earning a small glare. “Screen me!” He held out his hands. Lan Wangji squeezed a sizable amount into his hands, and Wei Wuxian settled behind him to work it into his skin. “There, my beautiful husband's perfect skin is protected.” He announced leaning around to kiss him. 

“Sit,” Lan Wangji nodded, moving to put more sunscreen in his hands.

“Don’t worry about it!” Wei Wuxian replied, heading back to the deck edge. He peered around it, wondering where the island part started and ended. He supposed the easiest way would be to just swim underneath. “I never burn.” 

“You should protect your skin,” Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed as he looked at him. 

“You just want to rub your hands all over my body,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “You can do that any time! According to you I should only swim in the daylight, so I’m not wasting precious swimming hours!” 

“Skin cancer is dangerous.” Lan Wangji replied evenly. 

“Tell you what,” Wei Wuxian replied. “If you want to cover me in unnecessary sunscreen,” He paused to grin. “You’ll have to catch me.” 

With that Wei Wuxian stepped backwards off the deck, falling back into the water. He twisted, frog swimming away from the deck. His eyes widened as he heard the water break behind him. He broke through the water, turning to find the deck empty. His eyes turned back to the water, trying to find Lan Wangji. 

He squealed as a hand wrapped around his ankle. He twisted, breaking the hold, kicking away. Lan Wangji broke the surface a moment later. Wei Wuxian dodged his lunge, cutting through the water.

“Where did you learn to swim?” Wei Wuxian laughed as he turned into a backstroke to keep an eye on Lan Wangji. It wasn’t that he was a bad swimmer, his form was just, well, unique. 

“Here,” Lan Wangji replied. An arm breaking from his form in an attempt to wrap around Wei Wuxian’s middle. 

He pressed a very wet kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek as he dodged it and slipped past him. His laughter echoed across the pond as he continued to slip through his fingers. A teasing game of cat and mouse. 

A game he was winning until he felt a sharp pain on his foot. He reflectively twisted, his hand hurried to check the pain. He let out a squeal as he felt an arm ghost around his middle, all thoughts of the pain vanishing as he moved to kick away. 

“Ah!” He cried as he felt the same pain but harsher on his calf. He twisted again, only to have Lan Wangji’s arms lock around his middle. 

“Caught you,” Lan Wangji purred in his ear. His lips latched onto Wei Wuxian’s neck. 

“Yes you did,” Wei Wuxian laughed, distracted from the fading pain. “What do you plan on-fuck!” He swore as the stabbing pain ran through his calf again. 

“Wei Ying?” 

“Something bit me, let me go,” Wei Wuxian twisted to try to look at his leg. He felt the arms around his middle tightened. 

“Fuck!” Wei Wuxian swore again as the pain latched onto his other leg. It was all Lan Wangji needed, promptly hurrying Wei Wuxian back to the deck. Heaving him up onto it, his own hulking form quickly following. 

“Which leg?” He questioned as he crouched down by his legs. His hands found the bites before Wei Wuxian could answer. 

“It broke through the skin,” He murmured. 

“Doesn’t look like they're bleeding though,” Wei Wuxian leaned forward to look at them. “I’ll be fine.” 

“I’ll get antiseptic and bandaids,” Lan Wangji replied.

“Lan Zhan, I used to go swimming with these kinds of scratches all the time,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “I’ll be fine! It’s not like it’s any worse than the bites you left on me from last night. Come on, let’s get back to swimming.” 

Without waiting for a response, Wei Wuxian rolled off the deck and back into the water. He could feel the furrow in Lan Wangji’s brow without having to look back. Luckily after a few moments, he heard him slide back into the water after him. 

Another few rounds of cat and mouse commenced, only to be ended by another bite. 

“Damn it!” Wei Wuxian flinched away from it. He took a deep breath and submerged, a flash of bubbles the only sign of his attacker. “Why’s it only biting me?” He huffed when he broke back through the water.

“Perhaps he doesn’t like sunscreen,” Lan Wangji replied with a blank face, arms wrapping around Wei Wuxian’s waist. 

“Ha ha,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes back at him. Letting him hold his weight while he twisted to get his leg above the water. Seeing no blood he let it drop back into the water. “Somebody doesn’t know how to share,” He huffed at the water. 

“Do you want to get out?” 

“No!” Wei Wuxian protested. “I mean you can, but I’m going to stay in. I’ll just avoid his half of the pond.” He pouted in the direction he’d seen the bubbles run off. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, pressing a kiss to his cheek. They floated together for a moment before Lan Wangji pulled away. Wei Wuxian watched him crawl out of the pond, letting out a wolf whistle as he did. 

Wei Wuxian let himself swim around the ‘safe’ area of the pond. He swam under the deck, finding the island part of the island wasn’t actually very large. It was almost entirely the two willow trees. He could see why they built up the decked pavilion. With that investigation done, he contented himself with floating. Letting his eyes drift closed and enjoying the sun playing across his eyelids. 

Peaceful until something bit him in the ass. 

“Son of a-” Wei Wuxian shrieked as he shot out of the water. He was on the dock in the flash, the pain still flaring in his ass. It was definitely not the good kind. 

“Wei Ying!” Lan Wangji exclaimed, darting forward. 

“It bit me in the ass!” He shrieked, moving to tug down his swimsuit to check it. 

Instead Lan Wangji darted behind him, and Wei Wuxian felt a sharp tug on the fabric. A moment later he heard fabric tearing, and he twisted to attempt to look at what he was doing. He was met with a rather sizable turtle. A large piece of red swimsuit in its mouth. 

Wei Wuxian stared at the turtle. 

The turtle stared back. 

Wei Wuxian looked up to Lan Wangji, who was rather shocked as he stared at the turtle in his hands. It was all it took for Wei Wuxian to burst out laughing. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji spoke quietly, as if he’d disturb the turtle in his hands. “What do I do with it? Put it back?” 

“No!” Wei Wuxian protested freezing Lan Wangji’s turn towards the water. “I mean, I’m going to keep swimming and he’ll just keep biting me.” 

The two stared at each other for a moment. 

“Maybe we can relocate him?” Wei Wuxian tried. “We could put him in one of the bathtubs until we figure it out?” Lan Wangji gave him an incredulous look. “Please?” He pouted. Lan Wangji let out a sigh before nodding. “Okay! I’ll grab everything.” Wei Wuxian darted for the tote bag and the towels. He hastily dried himself off as they headed back to the house. 

“Which one should we use?” 

“The smallest guest room,” Lan Wangji replied.
“Okay, but if the turtle ends up being a prince don’t blame me for sticking him in the smallest bathroom.” Wei Wuxian opened the door to the house, giving the turtle in Lan Wangji’s hands a wide berth. 

“You are not kissing the turtle,” Lan Wangji shot back as they hurried through the house. 

Wei Wuxian laughed as he darted ahead, opening doors until they got into the bathroom. He dropped the tote and towels as he moved to the tub, quickly stoppering the drain and filling it. 

“Okay, it feels a lot like the pond.” Wei Wuxian announced. “I guess we just put him in?” 

Lan Wangji nodded, sliding the turtle into the bathtub, the scrap of red swimsuit still in its mouth. It was frozen for a moment, before it slowly started roving around the tub. Wei Wuxian sat by the tub, watching it move around. 

Now that it wasn’t biting his ass, it was quite adorable. 

“You know it is kind of cute,” Wei Wuxian hummed. 

“No,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“I didn’t say anything!” Wei Wuxian protested. 

“Wild animals belong in the wild.” 

Wei Wuxian pouted, his nose scrunching up. He looked back at the turtle. It could be a great pet, he’d just have to figure out how to keep him from biting. He rested his chin on the bathtub edge, side eying Lan Wangji. 

“I will get my phone and research nearby ponds or rescue centers,” Lan Wangji replied, moving out of the bathroom. 

“Come on, you want to be a pet don’t you?” Wei Wuxian addressed the turtle. He watched the red scrap of swimsuit come floating up to the surface. He reached out to grab it, only to flinch away as the thing moved with a startling speed to bite him. Wei Wuxian swore as he sucked at his bloody finger. 

“There is a park with a pond nearby,” Lan Wangji announced as he returned. “As well as a wildlife refuge.” His gaze rose from the phone, zeroing in on his finger. The phone was instantly set aside, as he reached for Wei Wuxian’s hand. Within seconds, it was in Lan Wangji’s mouth. When he released it, the bleeding had stopped completely and the wound had started to close over. “Don’t pet it.” 

“I was trying to get the swimsuit scrap away from him!” Wei Wuxian replied. “I didn’t want him to choke.” 

“Turtles can bite off fingers,” Lan Wangji sighed. “Pick where he goes.” He pulled up his phone. Wei Wuxian moodily looked at them. “Wei Ying, he either goes to one of these or back in the pond.” 

“You’re not going to let me swim in the pond if he goes back,” Wei Wuxian sighed. Lan Wangji nodded. “The refuge looks nice,” He huffed. “I guess Xuanwu can go there.” 

“You named it?” Lan Wangji sighed. 

“Just look at his adorable little face!” Wei Wuxian shot back, his hand trailing through the top of the water. He almost immediately had to flinch away to avoid being bitten. “That was a love bite?” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed. 

“Fine, I’ll get dressed and we can take our baby to a Wildlife Refuge,” Wei Wuxian huffed as he stood. 

Just to be contrary, Wei Wuxian showered. He delayed picking his clothes, but eventually found himself in a full set. He slunk back to Xuanwu’s bathroom with a pout and a pair of crossed arms. Lan Wangji had dressed as well, but also had prepared a storage tub with some water. He seemed to be in the process of contemplating how to pick up the turtle. 

He watched as he rolled up his sleeves. Slowly putting his hands in the water, as if not to disturb the turtle. Then quick as lightning they wrapped around the turtles middle, heaving it out of the water and into the storage tub. He put a lid on top, and Wei Wuxian noticed he had made air holes. 

“I called the Refuge,” Lan Wangji said when he saw him. “They are expecting us.” 

“Fine,” Wei Wuxian huffed. He felt the pain of guilt over their bond. 

“He deserves to be in the wild.” Lan Wangji seemed to steel himself as he stood. “He is not a pet.” 

“He could be,” Wei Wuxian muttered under his breath as he turned away. He heard a pained exhale from Lan Wangji as he lifted the storage tub, leading the way out to the car. Wei Wuxian sulkily followed behind him. 

Wei Wuxian was silent for most of the drive. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji finally sighed. “He will just end up hurting you.” 

“At least I’d have some company,” Wei Wuxian huffed. The car fell back into silence.

The Wildlife Refuge people were overly cheerily taking Wei Wuxian’s child from them. Shooting Lan Wangji sympathetic glances throughout the whole process of releasing Xuanwu into the pond. Regardless, Xuanwu was gone in a flurry of water bubbles. 

“Wei Ying, are you crying?” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian quickly wiped at his face. Lan Wangji let out a hum, reaching out to wrap his arms around his waist. “It’s just my stupid suppressants,” He turned his head. “They must be thrown off from our bonding.” 

“Maybe your attachment to Xuanwu is a misplaced mothering instinct?” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“He was just so cute!” Wei Wuxian protested. 

“He bit you,” Lan Wangji leveled back. “Multiple times.” 

“Maybe a little,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “It was just, I get lonely when you're at work. Streaming will help, but it’s not,” He trailed off.

“A replacement,” Lan Wangji finished for him. “Why don’t we research and decide on a companion for you?” He added, reaching up to cup the side of Wei Wuxian’s face. 

“I suppose one that doesn’t bite?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Okay,” Wei Wuxian nodded.

“Okay,” Lan Wangji repeated, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips.

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“I heard someone had a run in with some wildlife,” Lan Xichen’s voice broke through the silence of Lan Wangji’s office. Lan Wangji sighed as he looked up. 

He and Wei Ying had researched pets for the rest of the weekend. Delightfully ugly was a term Lan Wangji had become acquainted with. He’d also learned it was something Wei Wuxian gravitated towards, or maybe his ‘Xuanwu’ was still lurking in his memory. When he had chided Wei Wuxian for liking something that bit him, his mate had only replied ‘of course, I like you don’t I?’ 

Dogs had quickly been ruled out. Wei Wuxian had liked a cat with a snaggletooth at a local shelter, but Lan Wangji was hesitant to let a creature known for destruction around his family’s antiques. Which lead to smaller things in cages and tanks. Turtles were a strong favorite, but Lan Wangji was willing to play the long game for rabbits. Granted, his mate’s pouting might get him first. 

“We relocated him,” Lan Wangji nodded. “Wei Ying was less than pleased.” 

“Over a turtle.” 

“He bonded with it.” 

“Bonded.”
“Mn.” 

“With a turtle that bit him.” 

“Mn.” 

“I’m surprised he didn’t call the turtle Wangji Jr.” 

“ Ge .” 

“I’m sorry!” Lan Xichen laughed as he sat opposite Lan Wangji. “It’s just, of all the things for him to get attached to.” 

“We are researching pets to keep him company,” Lan Wangji nodded in agreement. “In the meantime, Nie Huaisang and Wen Ning’s visits are increasing.” 

“Well, it sounds like he’ll be quite sociable for our company dinner then.” Lan Xichen smiled. 

“He is excited,” Lan Wangji nodded. “As is Nie Huaisang.” 

“Nie Huaisang? Mingjue’s little brother? I didn’t realize you knew him.” 

“He’s proclaimed himself Wei Ying’s stylist,” Lan Wangji explained. “He has a good eye.” 

“Especially if Wei Wuxian’s instagram is anything to go by.” Lan Xichen nodded. Lan Wangji arched an eyebrow at his brother. “Well, you hardly post to your own instagram. You can’t blame me for wondering what my baby brother is up to. Suddenly my little workaholic is going swimming and seeing musicals. Even Uncle might have to say Wei Wuxian is being a good influence on you.” 

“Speaking of Uncle,” Lan Wangji nodded as he saw the goatee go past their doors. 

“Right, back to work.” Lan Xichen winked. He paused in the door. “Wangji, I am glad this has worked out for you.” 

“Thank you,” Lan Wangji hummed. “I am happy.” 

“I know,” Lan Xichen smiled. “I can see it.” 

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“Hey guys! Long time no see!” Wei Wuxian laughed in greeting as he adjusted the headset on his head. His eyes flickered to the counter on the screen he had set up on the coffee table, his heart skipping as he saw the number reflected back sixteen viewers. “I know I said I’d have this stream up and running a bit sooner, but I had to figure out a good setup for the switch streaming.” 

“Thank you everyone for replying to my poll about what to stream today,” He pressed on. “Granted, you little demons got it perfectly split in half between Animal Crossing and a Pokemon Nuzlock so thanks.” He teased fondly. “So I decided we’d start off with some Animal Crossing! We could do my daily check-ins, I can show you around the island and once we get bored we can jump on over to pokemon.” 

“Ninjaboy69! Long time no see!” Wei Wuxian grinned as he saw the familiar name pop up in his chat. He turned his focus to the TV loading up the game. “How’s school treating you? Still going for cooking?”
“How do you go from cooking to law?” Wei Wuxian laughed as he saw the reply. “I’m glad you’re happy with the change,” He chuckled as he saw the next reply. “Alright, here we are on Suibian! Come on, none of you are surprised that’s what I named it are you? Let me show you all my villagers!”
He was half way through explaining his thought process on how his creepy graveyard was progressing when the sound of “Go A-Xian!” sounded. 

Wei Wuxian jerked as his head whipped towards the sound, but instead of Jiang Yanli sitting on the couch next to him it was empty. He felt a lump form in his throat as he looked at the monitor, the notifications glaring back at him. LanBun has cheered 100 bits.

He’d forgotten he set the alert as that. He tried to put a smile on as he tried to swallow around the lump in his throat. It was stupid, he knew Jiang Yanli was in a coma. There was no reason for her to be here with him. 

But for a fleeting moment she was. For a fleeting moment it was like the fire never happened. 

Before he had a moment to snap out of it, his phone was ringing. He looked down, unsurprised to find it was Lan Wangji. He pulled up his inventory, picking up his phone as he threw a look to the camera. 

“I got to take this, be right back.” He tapped a button to pull his BRB screen up. It was a little flipbook animation of a chibi version of himself, a few frames of him eating or going to the bathroom. He picked up his phone as he darted out of the room, closing the closet door behind him. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice greeted. 

“Hey Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian’s voice sounded too shaky to sound happy. 

“Should I not cheer?” 

“No, that’s fine. It’s just,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I forgot I had A-Li’s voice as my cheering notification.” He closed his eyes. “It just caught me off guard.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Not your fault,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “You know I set the sound up because she was the only one who would cheer? She said to imagine her saying that every time she did it. So I just made it the sound notification.” He chuckled. 

“Do you want to go see her after your stream ends?” 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “You don’t have to come.” 

“We’ll eat out.” Lan Wangji replied. “I have half an hour left of work.” 

“I was gonna stream for another hour.” Wei Wuxian nodded. 

“See you soon.” 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian caught him before he could hang up. “Thank you, for cheering.” He felt a real smile come to his face. “For checking in on my stream at all, you didn’t have too.” 

“I think we should take the chat suggestion,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Chat always has suggestions,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Which one did you see?” 

“That we should get a stream switch,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“We already have two switches!” Wei Wuxian protested. “We don’t need a switch just so I have an island I can do completely on stream.” He added, putting a bit of warning behind it. 

“Mn.” He got a negative hum from Lan Wangji. “I’ll see you in an hour.” 

“No more switches!” Wei Wuxian warned. 

He got no response before the line went dead. He sighed as he took a moment to compose himself. He checked his face, his emotions had been unstable as of late. No doubt due to the adjustment of his suppressants. The last thing he wanted was for his viewers to see him cry. He managed to avoid crying in his update, he wouldn’t fail now. 

“Alright, where were we?” Wei Wuxian exhaled as he dropped back into his camera’s view. A few taps on a keyboard brought his BRB off, his island filling the screen again. His own creepy graveyard staring back at him. “You know,” He reached up to scratch his nose. “Not really in the mood for working on this right now. Why don’t we switch over to that nuzlocke?” He hummed as he stood, crossing to switch out the cartridges. 

“Basic rules, if a pokemon faints we let it go and I can only catch the first pokemon I encounter per route. I’ve heard Sword and Shield are a bit different, so I’m excited to see how this goes.” Wei Wuxian hummed as he fell back onto the couch. “Lan Zhan and I’ve been playing the gen four remakes, since that is what they had in the store. He got us these when we finished them.”

He looked over when he saw something pop up in chat. Should you wait and play with him?

“He told me to go ahead and film the nuzlocke,” Wei Wuxian laughed in response to the question. “I think he likes it when I can tell him what to prepare for.” He added with a wink. “Although, we might break him of his water aesthetic with Scorbunny.” 

Why? A series of variations on the question lit up his chat, a strange experience for him. Wei Wuxian didn’t think he’d ever broken ten viewers, let alone have at least six people asking him questions in chat. 

“My wonderful husband,” Wei Wuxian grinned, knowing Lan Wangji was no doubt still watching. “Has a softness for rabbits.” He winked. “We’re discussing getting a pet, his preferences have been made very clear.” 

His attention was drawn away by the opening of the game. He got to the ‘choose your appearance screen’ selecting the closest he could get to his own appearance. He used the name Yiling as he directed a question towards the chat. 

“So what do you all think we should pick for our starter? Mod, you want to throw a poll up?” He questioned, trying to make the request seem natural. 

He still couldn’t believe he had his own moderators now. He tried to remind himself he didn’t have to monitor everything anymore as he focused on the game in front of him. Plowing through the opening.

“No! No no no no no no no!” Wei Wuxian was frantically button mashing despite knowing it would do him no good twenty minutes later.

He watched the green bar of health turn yellow for just a moment, before red and then nothing. His scorbunny was dead. Lost to a fucking ice cream cone. 

“Why can I even run into something that high level!” Wei Wuxian protested as the prompt came up, use next pokemon or run away. “I’ll be running away, thank you.” He huffed as he toggled down to selected. 

You cannot run away. 

“What!” Wei Wuxian screeched as his pokemon select screen came up. He scrubbed his face before selecting the only other pokemon on his team so far, a Nicket. “It’s cool, we’ve got a pokedoll,” He exhaled as the Nicket’s animation queued up. “Fucking stupid ice cream cone,” He muttered again as he navigated the bag, deploying his pokedoll.  

‘You escaped!’ The screen told him. 

New Patriarch Arch-Nemesis? Shrek trolls and Vanillites? 

“Come on, that troll on the way to the Greybeards is evil and we all know it!” Wei Wuxian objected to the chat comment. A spark of happiness that someone from that far back on his channel was still watching. “Granted, the mod to turn the trolls into Shrek might have beefed him up too. I kicked its ass after taking the mod off. I too will be back to kick this ice cream cones ass!” He vowed. “For now, we must say goodbye to Flopsy. We hardly knew her.” He sighed as he released his starter. 

“Well shit,” He exhaled. “Lets see if we can’t get Swiper leveled up a bit shall we? Now that we’ve blown this area on an oversized cone.” 

Couldn’t we say the big ones don’t count?

“We could,” Wei Wuxian chuckled as he saw the comment. HIs eyes trained to the TV as a wild encounter started, a pancham appearing. “But I didn’t do my research before starting this, so we must pay the price!” He looked back over to the chat to read the responding scrolls. 

Bold man, stupid, but bold.

“Stupid is our middle name!” Wei Wuxian mocked saluted. He looked back to the TV only to have his face fall. 

“No!” His eyes widened as the text came up. 

Swiper has fainted. 

“No!” Wei Wuxian jolted. “There is no way a pancham just oneshot me!” 

He could only stare as his screen went black. 

“No!” He repeated. “No! Someone tell me that I did not just lose a nuzlocke!” 

You did not just lose a nuzlocke - ninjaboy69

“Wei Ying?” We Wuxian jerked as he heard his name. He was met with a concerned Lan Wangji entering the room. He looked at him with wide eyes. “What’s wrong?” 

“I just lost my nuzlocke!” 

“The pokemon with special rules?” Lan Wangji questioned after a moment. 

“I can’t believe this.” He muttered looking back as he saw chat, seeing ninjaboy69’s comment. “Very funny ninjaboy69 .”  

“I’m sorry you lost,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Ugh,” Wei Wuxian could only groan. 

“Would you like to start again?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian was drawn by the movement of his hand as he moved to untie his tie. 

“Nah, we were gonna get food.” Wei Wuxian shook his head as he turned back to chat. “Sorry guys, guess we’ll try again later.” He bit his lip as he saw the flood of comments. Most of which involved interest in his husband.  

Well, as much as a flood that could happen with 10 viewers. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s voice sounded in his ear. “Dinner can wait and we can visit her any time.” 

“You sure?” Wei Wuxian questioned turning to look at him. 

“Positive,” Lan Wangji gave him a quick kiss. “Restart.” 

“Just back to the first wild area,” Wei Wuxian decided, looking back at the TV. “It’ll be like a half hour.” 

“Take as long as you need.” Lan Wangji pressed another kiss to the side of his head. “I had a late lunch.” He added as he moved off to change. 

“Did you actually, or are you just telling me that to make me feel better?” Wei Wuxian teasingly called after him. “Alright, you guys heard the man.” He chuckled as he turned back, going through the process of starting a new game. “No, we will not be starting a kiss jar.” He snorted as he saw the comment. “Because your boy likes affection.” 

“Alright, do we stick with scorbunny or do we take a different starter?” Wei Wuxian asked as  he started the slough through the start up. 

“Bunny?” Lan Wangji’s voice asked as he came drifting back into the room in jeans and a sweater. 

“It’s one of the starters,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “The one we chose only for us to be fucked over by a ice cream cone.” He muttered. “Don’t laugh at me!” He warned Lan Wangji. 

“I wouldn’t dare,” Lan Wangji hummed as he produced his own switch. He was halfway settled on the couch when he stopped. “Is this okay?” He asked in a low tone.
“Of course, just say hello to chat.” Wei Wuxian hummed, shifting so he could tuck his feet under Lan Wangji’s legs. 

“Hello chat,” Lan Wangji hummed as he started up his switch. 

“You know, you’re going to have to do an island tour for everybody right?” Wei Wuxian hummed as he heard the Animal Crossing music. “I was talking mad smack about it during my own tour.” 

“Once the pavilion is set up.” Lan Wangji hummed in response. 

“What do you think this channel is, showing off unfinished pavilions?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

The channel that shows off unfinished mods. 

“Hey now!” Wei Wuxian acted affronted for his viewers sake. “I will have you know half the fun is failing.” 

“Like your nuzlocke?” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian gasped for real. “I am retracting my toe warming privileges.” He went to shift his feet, only to have Lan Wangji’s knee bend and trap them. 

“Mine now.” Lan Wangji hummed. “Pay attention,” He added when Wei Wuxian went to struggle, pointing to the screen. 

“Oh, these are the starters!” He hummed to Lan Wangji. “See, there's a bunny, a monkey and a salamander thing!” 

“Bunny,” Lan Wangji’s appraisal was quick and efficient. 

“I knew it,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “What do you think chat? Should we risk the scorbunny again?” 

“Yes.” Lan Wangji hummed his attention now on his own switch. 

“Are you chat?” Wei Wuxian hummed back. Only to see his response pop up on the chat scroll a second later. 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji hummed as he raised his phone, previously hidden under his hip. 

“The only reason you're winning is because chat agrees.” Wei Wuxian stuck his tongue out.

He settled back into the gameplay. Trading whips with chat, and more often Lan Wangji. He let out a triumphant whoop as he entered the gates of Motostoke. 

“Alright, town 1 reached. We’ll save the arena challenge for next time. Though we might do some grinding before we do, nuzlocke run two isn’t going down so easily.” He winked. “Until next time, Wuxian out!” He held up his hand in salute. 

From there it was easy to shut down the stream. He stretched once it was, tugging off the bandana in the same motion. He stretched, hearing his back pop as he twisted. He saw Lan Wangji’s attention was still on his switch, so he flopped over him. Sticking his chin over the top of the handheld screen. 

“Hi.” 

“Hello,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. 

“How was your day?” 

“Amenable.” 

“Oo, fancy words today.” Wei Wuxian grinned. “Hungry?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. When Wei Wuxian glanced down he could see him saving. “Do you still wish to visit Yanli?”
“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “You still want to come?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “Where would you like to eat?” 

“Wherever I don’t have to change,” Wei Wuxian hummed. He’d gone comfy today, despite Nie Huaisang’s efforts to get him to dress up. 

“There’s an Indian place nearby,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Sounds perfect,” Wei Wuxian grinned back. He paused on their way out, seeing a message from Nie Huaisang to the group chat with Wen Qionglin pop up. Seeing that the preview line was ‘Streaming notes’ Wei Wuxian assumed Nie Huaisang had opinions. He slid his phone in his pocket, deciding that was a later Wei Wuxian problem. 

“Was the stream okay?” He finally asked as they settled into the car. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. “Relaxing but fun.” 

“Oh, well that’s good.” Wei Wuxian blinked. “I meant for you. I know a lot of people find it weird to be on camera, and I wasn’t supposed to be streaming while you were home.” 

“I do not mind it,” Lan Wangji hummed, a hand reaching over to interlace with Wei Wuxian’s fingers. 

“I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable or make things awkward,” Wei Wuxian bit his lip. 

“Wei Ying, if it bothered me I would have gone downstairs.” Lan Wangji squeezed his hand. “I like watching you in your element.” 

“I wouldn’t call it my element.” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“It’s what you love doing,” Lan Wangji replied. “And you are good at it.” 

“I wouldn’t go that far.” Wei Wuxian muttered, his gaze dropping to his left hand. As if knowing what he was thinking, Lan Wangji squeezed it. “I just hope it doesn’t get boring for everyone. I still have some work to get back on my game.” He absentmindedly flexed the fingers of his left hand, as if he were playing piano.

“A new island could be a solution.” 

“Lan Zhan! We don’t need to buy another switch!” Wei Wuxian shot back. 

“Your brother could use it when he visits.”

“Don’t apply reasonable logic to this argument,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “Split screen is fine when Jiang Cheng actually gets around to playing with us.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji’s hum was negative this time. 

“Why do you really want another switch?” Wei Wuxian switched tactics. “And if your response is solely so you can spoil me, try again.” He heard Lan Wangji let out the smallest of sighs. 

“The animal crossing switch is cute.” 

Wei Wuxian had to blink for a moment. 

“You want the Animal Crossing switch?” He couldn’t keep the smile from growing on his face. 

“The colors are pleasing.” 

“You know we could just buy a skin or a case for yours right?” 

“But I will still know.” 

“Know what?” 

“That it’s boring underneath.” 

Wei Wuxian’s cackle filled the car. It lasted nearly to the restaurant. Wei Wuxian darted out around the car, latching onto Lan Wangji’s arm with a beaming grin. 

“Okay,” He nodded. He saw the corners of Lan Wangji’s mouth tick up. “Let’s get you a pretty switch.” He added just to tease. “I’ll see if I can find one tomorrow.” 

“There is an app to transfer island data.” 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “We couldn’t let your masterpiece be destroyed after all!” He squeezed Lan Wangji’s arm. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. 

“Nie Huaisang?” Lan Wangji questioned as he held the door open to the restaurant. 

“Most likely,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “He sent streaming notes, but I’m letting my sexy husband take me out for dinner.” He tilted his head up to kiss Lan Wangji. “Besides, it’s not like my livelihood is dependent on getting a large streaming following. I mean it would be nice, since the profits are going to charities, but it’s also nice to just not have that pressure you know?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, the two of them sliding into a booth. Lan Wangji’s arm wrapping around Wei Wuxian’s shoulders was almost second nature at this point. As was Wei Wuxian’s sliding closer until their thighs were flush. 

“Maybe I’ll read the notes to Yanli,” Wei Wuxian thought about it as he contemplated the menu in front of him. “She was always so supportive back when I first started, she’d probably like to still be included.” 

“We can visit as long as you like,” Lan Wangji hummed, leaning in to press a kiss to his temple. “Brother would like to come to dinner tomorrow.” 

“Oh, really?” Wei Wuxian hummed. “That’ll be nice. Should I make anything special?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. “He wants to officially invite you to the work function.” 

“Oh, that’s nice.” Wei Wuxian blinked. “Nie Huaisang will have a field day. Tell him he better come armed with the dress code.” 

“It is Cocktail.” 

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“Wei Ying.” 

“I didn’t say anything!”
“You laughed.” 

“I could be laughing at the elephant on the kids menu.” 

“Were you?” 

A beat of silence. 

“No.”

Chapter Text

Wei Wuxian checked his watch as he slid into the elevator. He should have left home earlier, there is always traffic. He didn’t know why he didn’t think there would be any. He should have spent less time getting ready. He just hoped Lan Wangji hadn’t been waiting for him for too long. Or that his delay caused something awkward.  

Wei Wuxian pulled out his phone, taking a snapchat of the elevator floor to show he was on his way. He hadn’t spent more than two hours getting ready to blow the surprise by snapchat. Still, it was tempting. Nie Huaisang had really found his calling, the Saint Laurent suit was perfect. The black shirt was low cut enough to easily show off his mating mark, and a few lovebites, while the white jacket would match the white pants and black blazer that were missing from Lan Wangji’s side of the closet this morning.  

He absentmindedly checked the loose neckerchief as a few more people got on the elevator. It had been weeks since he and Lan Wangji bonded, but he was nervous about being in public without something covering his neck when he was alone. Barring his neck when Lan Wangji was at his side was a completely different matter. The feeling of pure pride and satisfaction that flew over his bond when they were out together was like crack cocaine.

Which is perhaps why he’d spent so much time getting ready. Lan Xichen said rumors were flooding the company about Lan Wangji’s mate, half of them convinced he was fake. Which meant Wei Wuxian not only wanted to prove them wrong, but prove them hella wrong. Even the small details were important today. He wouldn’t let anyone find a fault in him today. 

Which just made him all the more nervous. 

Wei Wuxian smiled as he got a heart emoji back from Lan Wangji. He slid his phone back into his pocket, turning his attention to the slow moving elevator numbers. His fingers tapped against his pant leg as he tried to will the elevator to move faster. What if someone thought his delay was because he wasn’t real? What if it was making everyone think Lan Wangji was just keeping up some pretense. 

Wei Wuxian should have just gotten his hair done in town. It would have saved the delay. Maybe he couldn’t have even visited Lan Wangji’s office. He hadn’t seen it yet, and he had a feeling he could be pretty adorable at the spouse that drops in to visit at work shtick. Maybe they could even do lunch! Nie Huaisang was the only one free to do lunch with him, and half the time he was visiting with a daddy. He made up his mind, he and Lan Wangji were having a lunch date. 

“Did you hear that Lan Wangji’s mate is supposed to be coming?” 

Wei Wuxian snapped out of his plotting. His attention turned to the back of the two men in the elevator with him. They were well dressed, no doubt headed to the same shindig he was. Lan Xichen said it was a kind of recognition dinner, meaning everyone was dressed their best for photos. Lan Wangji, in private, said it was a lot of alpha peacocking. 

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but grin at the fact he’d be all the peacocking Lan Wangji would need. He bit his tongue as he slid his phone out of his pocket to make it look like he wasn’t eavesdropping on their conversation. Was it really eavesdropping if they decided to gossip in such an enclosed space? Especially if they were gossiping about him!

“Supposedly,” The second man snorted. “I haven’t seen anything to confirm that rumor. The boy’s social media is as private and dull as he is. How is it that I’m nearly ten years older but have twice the media presence?” 

Wei Wuxian resisted the urge to laugh. Prior to their marriage, the only thing Lan Wangji had that was close to a social media account was a linkedin. The moment Wei Wuxian asked about posting about their relationship, the man had signed up to every site Wei Wuxian was on. His likes and hearts were delivered within moments of Wei Wuxian’s posting. Wei Wuxian had assumed he’d checked into his first stream back, because it was his first stream back. Instead, he’d checked into all of them. Cheering and even once gifting subs before disappearing back to work. 

“What do you think they’re like?” 

“Fictional,” The second shot back with a laugh. “I’m not buying that ring he’s got, he’s been supposedly married for months and just now he’s got the ring?” 

“Looks expensive as hell, probably took time to size.” The other shrugged back.

“Think he’d go that far?”
“He’s young, probably feels pressured to present the full package.”

“He’s already the majority owner and he feels the need to present the full package?” The second snorted. Wei Wuxian blinked, he thought Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji were equal partners. Further thoughts were chased out by the other man’s response. 

“Come on,” The first grinned. “I’ll bet you one hundred dollars she’s as dumb as a box of rocks.” 

“You honestly think he’d mate, let along marry, someone dumb?” The first shot back. “He’d probably hit them with that icy stare if they can’t discuss forgein affairs and how they affect the market over dinner.” 

“That would imply they actually talk!” The second laughed. Wei Wuxian felt his eye twitch, the desire to butt in and tell them they’d had a very long and passionate argument about getting rid of your starting villagers in Animal Crossing the night before. 

“Think she’s pretty?” 

“Probably, we should offer our condolences. She'll probably never be laid.” 

Wei Wuxian brought a hand up to cover his mouth, pretending to yawn. He did not need to tell them their boss was a bonafide sex god. He definitely did not need to tell them he’d been tapping that every night since they’d bonded. And under no circumstances should he offer his own condolences on how they’d never see as much action as he’d had since bonding in their entire lives. Nor Lan Wangji was the horniest person Wei Wuxian knew, and he was friends with Nie Huaisang. 

“Perhaps it would be better if she was hideous,” The first chuckled. “Then we wouldn’t have to feel bad for her.” 

“Probably a gold digger,” The second snorted. “I can’t picture anyone marrying him for anything but his money.” 

Wei Wuxian felt a stab of guilt at the statement. Despite Lan Wangji’s opinion of himself, he was perfectly capable of getting someone to marry him for him. Wei Wuxian had just shown up before he could. He tried to focus on happier emotions, he didn’t want Lan Wangji to pick up on the darker ones. Their bond was getting stronger each day. It would only be a matter of time before their emotions would be buzzing back and forth like conversation. 

Surprisingly, a number of emotions were coming in whenever Lan Wangji stared at his ass. Wei Wuxian was heavily beginning to suspect he had some form of praise kink because of it. Why else would he put his ass in good view and wait for the buzz of Lan Wangji’s emotions to start drizzling in? 

“Beta or Omega?”

“Could be an alpha.” 

“Please, do you see him taking orders in the bedroom?” 

Wei Wuxian played his snort off as a sneeze. The smile was impossible to hide now. He bit his tongue, trying not to blow it. 

“How much do you want to bet she doesn’t show?” The first spoke in a lower tone. “Some more of that ‘fragile health’ bullshit.” 

“You really should get that gambling addiction checked,” The second rolled his eyes. 

“You chicken?” 

“No,” The second scoffed. 

“Then what’s the harm in a little bet between friends?” The first prodded. The second sighed, the sound of someone giving up. “I got a hundred on her not showing up.” 

“Which leaves me with a hundred she will,” The second sighed. “Why do I let you talk me into these things?” 

“Come on,” The first laughed. “I win both ways, if she does show up I get to see what poor sucker is bonded to that robot for the rest of their lives.” 

“Robotic action is all they're going to get,” The second laughed like he’d just made the best joke on the planet. 

Wei Wuxian was grateful they reached the right floor then. The elevator doors opened with a soft ding. He grinned as he saw Lan Wangji on the other side, looking like he’d walked off the runway in his black and white combo. He saw the two men in front of him freeze. Like two little school boys caught by the teacher. 

“Hey baobei ,” He called as hand tugged at the loose neckerchief. He could feel the spike over their bond, the suit was definitely the right choice. He swore he heard the two men audibly gulp. 

He slid past the two, sliding the neckerchief off and looping it over Lan Wangji’s head. He used it to tug him in for a kiss. He felt Lan Wangji’s hand slide under his suit jacket, pressing against Wei Wuxian’s lower back to pull him close. 

“Did someone miss me?” He chuckled as they parted. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, letting his nose trail along Wei Wuxian’s. “You look great.” 

“Just great?” Wei Wuxian pouted. He took a deep breath as he felt the unrestrained desire flood over their bond. Incredibly grateful he was still in Lan Wangji’s arms for balance. “Lan Zhan,” He whined. “You can’t hit me with that when we have a whole party to get through.” He grinned as he leaned forward to whisper in his ear, two could play at that game. “Although, there might be something special underneath.” 

He barely got a warning before Lan Wangji was kissing him again. The hand at his back possessively tightened. A cough broke them apart. Wei Wuxian looked over, beaming at Lan Xichen. 

“Xichen,” He smiled as Lan Wangji pressed against him. His nose in his hair. “Sorry I’m late, I forgot about traffic.” 

“I’m glad you could join us,” Lan Xichen smiled. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen Wangji excited for one of these events.” He added with a twinkle in his eye. 

“That’s what you think,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Really he just wanted to see my ass in these pants again.” He teased pulling back so he could see Lan Wangji’s ears tinge pink. 

Only to be distracted by his neckerchief. He reached out to adjust his neckerchief so that it laid flat against Lan Wangji’s suit. A trick suggested by Nie Huaisang, who assured him it was a fantastic way to show off his claim. Not that he planned on wandering too far off, but it felt good to have a visual claim on Lan Wangji since his mating mark was hidden under his collar. 

And it wasn’t like Wei Wuxian could scent him. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed. Wei Wuxian chucked, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He shifted so he could lean against Lan Wangji’s side. The alphas arm shifted to wrap around his waist.  

“If you took me out in public more I might learn some manners,” He teased, reaching up to tug on Lan Wangji’s tie. 

“You won’t,” Lan Wangji replied flatly, a twinkle of mischief in the golden eyes. “But we can go out more.” Wei Wuxian beamed at him. 

“I’ll hold you to that,” He hummed. “Although depending on my behavior your brother might ban me from work functions.” He winked at Lan Xichen.

“Barring public nudity or swinging from the chandelier we’ll be fine,” Lan Xichen chuckled. 

“Aiyah, Lan Zhan, you might as well take me home now.” Wei Wuxian sighed with a grin, dramatically flopping in his arms. He almost got Lan Wangji to roll his eyes. 

Tonight was going to be fun. He’d gotten so used to Lan Wangji at home, where he had nothing to present or live up to. Here, here he was the tight laced boss. Here he had expectations placed on him. How far could Wei Wuxian push? Could he get him to break that stoney image he’d built? 

It was even better that he practically had Lan Xichen’s blessing, though it might not be what he expected when he requested Wei Wuxian ‘humanize’ his brother. 

“If you’ve said your hellos, there are some people who’d love to meet you.” Lan Xichen gestured back towards where the din of conversation was emanating from. Wei Wuxian could see a few lingering in the doorway, glancing in his and Lan Wangji’s direction. 

Wei Wuxian let out a negative hum as he leaned into Lan Wangji, capturing his attention and a long kiss. He felt Lan Wangji’s hand slide, resting on the curve of his ass. He made him break off with a soft chuckle. He pressed a kiss to his cheek as he resettled, turning his attention back to Lan Xichen. Who had become quite interested in a nearby flower arrangement. 

“Now I’m good!” He offered brightly. 

He couldn’t help but glance back towards the elevator, seeing the two men still standing there. As his attention landed on them, they were like deer caught in the headlights. He gave them both a smile as he slid his own arm around Lan Wangji’s waist. 

“Ah, this is Mr. Fang and Mr. Chang.” Lan Xichen followed Wei Wuxian’s gaze. He waved them over, two jerkingly made their way over. “Mr. Feng and Mr. Cheng are some of our Assistant Directors, I believe both of you are coming up on five years with Lan Corp?” 

“Yes sir,” Mr. Chang nodded. 

“Mr. Fang, Mr. Chang, this is Wangji’s husband, Wei Wuxian.” 

“Nice to meet you,” Wei Wuxian plastered a smile on as he held out his hand, shifting in a way that showed off his neck. He saw Mr. Feng’s eyes go to it immediately, a nervous swallow following it. 

“If you follow me, everyone is dying to meet you.” 

“I’m excited to finally put some faces to Lan Zhan’s headaches,” He grinned as they shifted to enter the banquet hall. Just as Wei Wuxian saw the two men relax, he turned back. “Oh, Mr. Chin was it?”

“Chang,” The man stuttered in correction. 

”I would really have to agree with Mr. Fong,” He smiled brightly, just before letting his nose crinkle slightly. “You should really see someone about that gambling problem.” 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji murmured in his ear as they moved into the room. 

“I’m behaving,” Wei Wuxian replied innocently. “They just said some rather rude things in the elevator.” He reached up to fix Lan Wangji’s tie. No doubt dislodged due to his earlier fidgeting. 

“You could have gotten their names right.” 

“Please, if I remember their names everyone will expect me to remember their names.” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Much easier if you just keep track of all of them for me!” He added brightly as he pecked Lan Wangji on the cheek. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he felt a familiar feeling bounce between them. “Do I want to know why that makes you horny?” Wei Wuxian lowered his voice. 

“Wei Wuxian, meet our Director of Finance.” 

Lan Wangji was saved by his brother parading a series of men in front of Wei Wuxian. He noticed most were alphas, as he expected. It was dizzying keeping track of all of them, it was easier to feel Lan Wangji’s own emotions about the different men. Most being neutral with a few flashes of annoyance. Still, it had been a while since Wei Wuxian had to stand for so long. He started leaning a little more heavily on Lan Wangji as his left leg began to complain. 

“Ah there’s-”

“ Ge,” Lan Wangji stopped Lan Xichen. “Wei Ying needs to sit.” 

“Just one more, it’s the last one I promise!” Lan Xichen assured his brother before hurrying off. 

“ Ge-” 

“It’s ok,” Wei Wuxian murmured, cutting off Lan Wangji. “I can survive one more.” He saw Lan Wangji’s jaw tighten as he looked at where his brother had slunk off to. “Besides, I’ve got the sexiest crutch in the whole place.” He teased. 

It succeeded in getting Lan Wangji to exhale. His arm shifted around Wei Wuxian’s back to support him better. Wei Wuxian chuckled as he pressed a kiss to Lan Wangji’s shoulder, turning his attention back to where Lan Xichen had slipped off too. He only looked back as he felt a wave of disgust roll over him. 

“Ah, Wangji I’d heard rumors you’ve shacked up with someone.” 

Wei Wuxian had never thought a voice could sound slimy, after all if one could it would belong to Jin Guangshen, but instead it was here. He looked to the owner, who looked like some terrible counterfeit Lan Wangji. It didn’t help that his eyes were in the process of dragging the length of Wei Wuxian’s body when he looked at him. 

“Su Minshan,” Lan Wangji’s jaw was tight again. His head turned to Wei Wuxian. “This is our Chief Administrative Officer.” 

“Oh, that’s just under you right?” He smiled, thankful he still remembered something from his highschool business classes. He also remembered a joke of glorified secretaries. Lan Wangji nodded in confirmation. He saw a slight sneer form on the man’s face. Wei Wuxian found Jiang Yanli’s words drifting through his mind, kill them with kindness . “I’m sure you got saddled with so much work when Lan Zhan took off to care for me. So you have my heartfelt thanks.”

Wei Wuxian saw Su Minshan’s eyes widen. Eyes dropping to his neck, a tongue licking his lips. If the disgust Wei Wuxian felt himself didn’t make him stumble, the wave of protectiveness that exploded from Lan Wangji nearly did. His grip on Lan Wangji tightened as he tried to send a wave of calm to him. 

“So you’re the rumored husband,” Su Minshan smiled, his eyes finally rising to meet Wei Wuxian’s. Wei Wuxian felt a shiver run down his spine, all his instincts telling him to put Lan Wangji between him and this alpha. 

“In the flesh,” He managed with a false smile. “Wei Wuxian,” He offered with a nod, but kept his hands to himself. It was a relief when the man didn’t offer his own hand for a handshake. 

“Well I can see why Lan Wangji was so eager to run off and leave all the work to me,” Su Minshan smiled. “I can’t say I wouldn’t do the same.” He added with a wink. Wei Wuxian figured it was to be reassuring, but it only made him lean further into Lan Wangji. 

“Wuxian, I’d like you to meet Bei Fong,” Lan Xichen cut into the conversation. An older gentleman by his side. “Ah, Su Minshan, I see you’ve met Wangji’s husband.” 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Wei Wuxian shifted his attention to Mr. Fong. He could still feel Su Minshan’s eyes on him. 

“He’s our International representative,” Lan Xichen explained. “He and Lan Wangji have worked quite closely in the past.” 

“And hopefully in the future,” Mr. Fong nodded. “It’s good to take some of the stress of traveling off these old bones.”

“I am afraid I’ve been keeping him homebound,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “Lend him to me for a few more weeks?” He teased. 

“I should be asking you when I want to borrow him,” Mr. Fong laughed back. 

“I’m sure we can get something figured out,” Wei Wuxian grinned as he looked up at Lan Wangji. “I’ll take every Monday and Wednesday, and we’ll trade on the third Friday.” He teased. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “You can have me whenever you want as long as I can bring Wei Ying.” 

“Oh?” Mr. Fong raised an eyebrow. “I’ll hold you to that.” He added with a chuckle. “Of course, we’ll make sure his first trip is a good destination.” He winked at Wei Wuxian. 

“I’ll look forward to it!” Wei Wuxian beamed up at Lan Wangji. His smile grew larger as he saw Lan Wangji soften. “See, now you have to take me places.” 

“The horror,” Lan Wangji teased back leaning in to kiss him. 

“Hard to believe anyone wouldn’t want you on their arm,” Su Minshan’s slimy voice broke through the moment. Wei Wuxian caught the focus on his neck again, making his skin crawl. 

“It’s an inside joke,” Wei Wuxian gave Su Minshan a biting smile.

“How was Mama Mia?” Lan Xichen cut in. 

“Great!” Wei Wuxian beamed. “We’re going to Spamalot this week!” 

“Spamalot?” A smile played on Lan Xichen’s lips as he looked at Lan Wangji. 

“It’s gonna be great,” Wei Wuxian cackled. “I saw it in High School, I can’t wait for Lan Zhan’s reaction.” 

“If I were to pay you to record him.” Lan Xichen’s smile grew. 

“We’ll talk,” Wei Wuxian winked. “I wa-” He broke off with a grunt of pain as his leg spasmed. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s arms were a reassuring pressure, keeping him up. 

“Fine,” Wei Wuxian waved off the suddenly very concerned ring of alphas. “Just haven’t stood this long in a while.” 

“I’m sorry, I should have realized.” Lan Xichen’s eyes widened. 

“I said so,” Lan Wangji’s jaw tensed again. “We should have brought your cane.” 

“Lan Zhan, it’s a cramp not like my leg has to be amputated.” Wei Wuxian chided as he began to smell sandalwood. “If you pick me up I’m smacking you with my shoe.” He warned as he felt Lan Wangji shift. 

“We’ve got you placed over here,” Lan Xichen gestured. “Wangji arranged for something within your diet to be served.” 

“Damn, I was hoping I might finally be able to sneak some banned foods,” Wei Wuxian joked to draw the attention away from his limp. He tried not to notice how Su Minshan’s eyes were still following him like a hawk. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had a candy bar?” 

“Four days,” Lan Wangji hummed back. 

“How did you?!” Wei Wuxian gasped. 

“Could taste it.” The corner of Lan Wangji’s mouth twitched up. 

“I knew I should have brushed my teeth,” Wei Wuxian groaned. He smiled nervously at the inhabitants of the table near he’d been escorted to, lowering himself into the free chair. Thankfully their table was currently still empty.  

Only to have Lan Wangji turn his chair. His hands carefully massaged the length of Wei Wuxain’s leg. It made him flush bright red as he noticed the attention it was drawing. 

“Lan Zhan, I’m fine.” He hissed moving to tug him up. “You’re embarrassing me.” He added in a lower tone. 

“What does your therapist say?” 

“That a spasm should be treated with a massage so the muscles don’t go weird.” Wei Wuxian muttered. “And so it doesn’t seize up.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “Would you rather me carry you out later?” 

“I mean, everyone could be drunk later.” Wei Wuxian muttered. He swore he heard a fond huff from Lan Wangji. “Then again this is a Lan function.” He added to tease. 

“Can I get you anything?” Lan Xichen seemed caught between hovering and leaving them be. 

“I’ll be fine,” Wei Wuxian assured him. “I’ve got Lan Zhan after all,” He hummed, reaching out to adjust the strands of Lan Wangji’s hair. He got a soft glance and a kiss to his knee before Lan Wangji stood. Wei Wuxian caught his tie, pulling him in to steal another kiss. 

“They’ll be calling for seats soon anyway,” Lan Xichen nodded. “So I’m afraid I can’t offer you much of a break.” 

“Obviously you never saw your Uncle’s reports on me,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “I believe the phrase he used was an ‘obnoxious social butterfly’. Watch me buffer for your brother.” He winked as he saw a few people starting to approach their seats. “Unless of course, I’m in for a dreadfully spiceless meal.” 

“It is appropriately spiced.” 

“Says the man who only had five spices when I moved in.” 

“I had a standard spice rack.” 

“I refuse to call that a standard spice rack.” 

“Neither is one that has an entire shelf dedicated to chilis.” 

“You take that back,” Wei Wuxian dramatically gasped. “It is obviously the superior spice, and I’m going to convert you to the way of taste buds.” 

“I have taste buds,” Lan Wangji huffed. 

“I put wasabi on your sushi and you died,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. He caught a hidden laugh from Lan Xichen before he moved off. He did see a mix of confusion, panic and amusement from the others who arrived to share their table. “It wasn’t even that much!” He turned to draw them in to the conversation.

“Debatable,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“It was like half a tablespoon,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes as adjusted the silverware in front of him. “I ate like a whole spoonful and was fine!” 

“Have you tried the Fire Challenge at that new Szechuan Place downtown?” A woman offered as she sat down. Wei Wuxian’s attention went immediately to her, his eyes widening. 

“No!” He gasped leaning forward. “Tell me all about it!” 

Wei Wuxian listened with wide eyes as the woman described it. He could feel his mouth watering at the description of the menu. He had the restaurant website up in a heartbeat, proceeding to drool over the menu. 

“Lan Zhan, look, they have vegetarian options!” He beamed excitedly as he showed it to him. “Can we go? I haven’t had dry pot in ages.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“Great, I’ll wear the pants that make my ass look good.” He teased leaning into him as he checked the reservation information. Realizing he was at a dinner he sheepishly looked up, as he slid it back into his pocket. “Sorry, I’ll look at that later.” 

“I’m Li Na,” The woman introduced herself. Wei Wuxian tried to figure out something to help him remember. Light brown bobbed hair, brown eyes, beta if he wasn’t mistaken. He hoped the fact that she suggested spicy food would help. 

“Wei Wuxian,” He returned the introduction, shaking her hand. 

“I believe you’ve already met my husband,” She gestured. Wei Wuxian smiled, a moment of panic as he realized he had no memory of who he was. “He’s in marketing,” She added with a wink. 

“You’ll have to forgive me,” Wei Wuxian laughed as he shifted so he could lean into Lan Wangji. An arm easily coming up over his shoulder.  “Lan Zhan didn’t marry me for my memory, thank god.”

“How did you two meet?” A voice, from a face Wei Wuxian knew he’d been introduced to, questioned. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but grin up at Lan Wangji. 

“Lan Zhan caught me trying to smuggle two bottles of wine into the Cloud Recesses student dorms.” Wei Wuxian beamed. “He promptly told me I was breaking curfew and alcohol was banned on campus. I offered him some if he would keep quiet, which led to him adding ‘bribing a disciplinary officer’ to my rap sheet. It became our thing,” He teased, seeing his audience was captivated. “I’d get in trouble, he’d write it up. I dodge my punishment, which would lead to being written up again. Really, it’s shocking it took me three months to get kicked out.”

“Kicked out?” A voice squeaked out. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian chuckled, leaning forward to grab his water glass. “I would have swore Lan Zhan hated me, until we met up again.” He smiled up at Lan Wangji as he leaned back into his arm. “Although, I have no idea what I would have done if he was this dashing in highschool. You probably would have given this weak hearted omega an even earlier heart attack.” 

“Not on my watch,” Lan Wangji replied. He tilted his head to press a kiss to his temple.

“You’re going to give me my next heart attack,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “You have not seen adorable until you’ve seen this man holding a kitten.” He winked at Li Na. “I thought I’d combust on the spot.” 

“You have a cat?” One of the other wives perked up. 

“No, we’re searching for the right pet,” Wei Wuxian replied. “We thought a cat might be a good option, but we have way too many breakable objects. It did not stop me from dragging him along to look at them though.” He winked. “We almost broke down for a special needs cat.” 

“I’ve got a friend that breeds labradoodles,” Another voice chimed in. The thought almost instantly sent shivers down Wei Wuxian’s spine. His body was physically convulsing at the idea. 

“Wei Ying doesn’t do dogs,” Lan Wangji said as Wei Wuxian recovered. A hand coming up to massage the back of his neck. 

“I’ve got the scars to prove it,” He muttered. “Currently in the lead are turtles, rabbits or a parrot.” 

“No parrot,” Lan Wangji caught him. Wei Wuxian pouted. 

“It would give me someone to talk to,” He prodded.

“You’ll teach it to swear,” Lan Wangji shot back. 

“Come on, it will be hilarious,” Wei Wuxian cackled. “Could you imagine Old Man Lan’s face?”

“Parrots live up to 50 years,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“It would teach our children to swear,” Wei Wuxian finished the thought with him. He got a fond huff from Lan Wangji. “Old Man Lan might out live it out of pure spite though.” 

“He’d get back at you.” 

“Oh yeah? Think he’s got a few tricks up his sleeve?” 

“He’d teach it the Lan family principles.” 

The whole table laughed, earning a wave of surprise over their bond. Wei Wuxian grinned as he leaned into Lan Wangji, proof he wasn’t as socially inept as he thought. He just needed to open up. 

“Alright,” He gave in. “Still, it would have been a great opportunity for a pirate costume.” 

“You could rent one.” 

Wei Wuxian’s eyed zeroed in on the voice. It was a young woman, well young for this crowd meaning she was probably in her late twenties. He was going to wager a guess and say she was a beta, as she didn’t look too attached to either of the men sitting next to her. Lan Corp was progressive, but not enough to have an unbounded omega working in a high ranking position.Well not too high if Lan Xichen hadn’t introduced them. 

“That is genius!” Wei Wuxian gasped. “We’re going as pirates for Halloween!” He beamed as he turned to Lan Wangji. “Wait, we were going to do Star Trek. Lan Zhan, I need another reason to rent a parrot.”

“Do you really?” Lan Wangji sighed.

“Yes! To lower your Uncle’s suspicions.” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “This is a round table discussion! Reasons to rent a parrot and go!” He announced it to the table. 

With a little prodding, the whole table got involved in the conversation. Wei Wuxian learned the smart woman’s name was Qin Su. She looked at Wei Wuxian wide eyed when he told Lan Wangji she should be promoted for her work on Project Parrot. Only to have her nearly choke on her water when Lan Wangji gave a slight tilt of his head and said she did good work. Li Na was an expert foodie, with a food blog with recipes and reviews of local restaurants. Both of which Wei Wuxian promised to abuse. The names of the rest of the table quickly faded from mind, but at least he was able to recall who Li Na was married to eventually.

“There’s the food,” One of the men, who was quickly becoming a faceless blur in Wei Wuxian’s memory, exhaled as he saw trays of food start to emerge. “Took them long enough.” He added in a mutter, causing his wife to tither. 

Wei Wuxian leaned into Lan Wangji as he watched an army of trained waiters deliver metal cloches around the room. The smell of steak made his stomach rumble, and he eyed a few of the ones nearby more than a little jealousy as a wave of salads appeared. Especially as one was set in front of Lan Wangji. 

Only for a metal cloche to be placed in front of him. He only managed a quick curious glance in Lan Wangji’s direction before it was removed. As the waiter removed it, the mouth watering smell of spices wafted up towards him. A beaming grin filled his face as he saw a large cut of fish slathered in spices with a side of roasted veggies. A small glass of wine set by his plate a second later. As with the rest of the table. 

“Lan Zhan!” He preened as he looked over at his hand. “This is why I love you,” He leaned in to kiss him. He wasn’t sure why he felt a wave of emotions, or why his quick peck turned into something longer. 

But he was more than happy to linger for a moment to indulge him. 

He wiggled excitedly as whatever moment passed, picking up his silverware. He loaded up his first bite, letting out a soft moan as he tasted it . Whoever made this was good, better than good. 

“I arranged it through a local restaurant,” Lan Wangji murmured, answering Wei Wuxian’s unasked question. 

“It wouldn’t be the Chef’s Husband, would it?” Li Na questioned. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“It’s the talk of the town! I’ve been trying to get in for months!” She gasped. 

“The chef is a friend,” Lan Wangji tilted his head in explanation. 

“No,” Li Na gasped. “It’s an adorable story,” She grinned excitedly. “The chef named the restaurant after her husband, who gave up a lucrative job to travel around the world with her so she could learn from the best chefs.” 

“And she’s a friend?” Wei Wuxian looked over at Lan Wangji. He rarely mentioned having friends. In fact, Wei Wuxian didn’t think he’d ever said he had a friend. 

“Mn.” He nodded. 

“Why haven’t I met her yet?” 

“The restaurant has been busy but,” Lan Wangji paused to take a sip of his water. Knowing the suspense would kill Wei Wuxian. “We have reservations before the show next week. I will be introducing you two then.” 

“Date night just got that much more exciting!” Wei Wuxian winked with a chuckle. “Especially if everything on her menu is this good!” He took another bite. “Really, baobei you have to try some of this!” He added making a bite that seemed less spice covered. Lan Wangji let out a hum of appreciation as he took the bite. 

“You said you’ve been trying to get in for months?” Wei Wuxian asked Li Na. 

“I have,” She nodded. “I’m not a big blog or anything, you know how it is.” 

“I do,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “I stream.” He added for explanation. “Lan Zhan?” He looked at him as he bit the prongs of his fork. He got the smallest sigh. “You’re the best.” He grinned leaning in to press another kiss to his cheek. “I’ll email you,” He winked at Li Na. 

“Oh!” She breathed. “I,” She stammered. Her eyes went to Lan Wangji. “You stream?” She changed the topic.  

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Video games, mostly simple ones for now. After my stroke I suffered from weakness on my left side. Luckily it looks like I’m going to make a full recovery, it’s just taking time.” He felt Lan Wangji’s hand gently rub his back, like he always did when Wei Wuxian brought up his stroke. Wei Wuxian reached back over and squeezed his knee. “Really it’s something to keep me busy.” 

“We’ve all been there,” Li Na chuckled. “I started blogging during my first pregnancy.” 

“You’ve got kids?” Wei Wuxian perked up. 

It was easy to fall into the conversation, listening to the parents share their stories and photos. Wei Wuxian leaned into Lan Wangji, taking his wine glass with him. He nursed the wine as long as he could, well into the speeches Lan Xichen started making. Lan Wangji a warm reassurance through the imagined buzz. 

If all the work events he’d have to attend were like this, he didn’t mind one bit. 

Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω-Α-Ω

See you at home . 

Lan Wangji’s grip tightened on his steering wheel as his eyes refused to leave the silver town car in front of him. The silver town car his husband was driving home. Driving home from attending one of Lan Wangji’s work events, where he was introduced as his husband. Where he spent the whole evening at Lan Wangji’s side, buzzing with warmth. Something about his mere presence tonight was intoxicating.

There might be something special underneath . 

Lan Wangji’s hands tightened on the steering wheel as he let a long exhale out through his mouth. He’d been grateful when Wei Wuxian was eager to attend the dinner, but learning his husband had an additional surprise in store? The gift he had planned in thanks wasn’t going to be large enough. His dick was certainly already rising to the occasion. 

Lan Wangji allowed himself a growl as Wei Wuxian’s car disappeared out of sight, in thanks to a changing light. He couldn’t drive fast enough, there certainly wasn’t going to be any waiting. He was sure there were still some drop cloths in the garage, if not he could easily replace Wei Wuxian’s outfit with a text to Nie Huaisang. 

So it was easy to feel his frustration when he saw Wei Wuxian had parked in front of the house on the gravel drive. He parked behind, his door slamming shut as he stalked into the house. He paused, cocking his head as he listened for his mate. 

His steps were silent as he snuck his way upstairs, quietly easing his suit coat off of his body. It felt like his skin was tingling, hyper aware of his own clothing and even the air around him. He silently turned the knob to the bedroom, his ears straining to hear any sound of movement. 

Only to swing the door open to find none. Lan Wangji cautiously stepped into the bedroom, scanning for any sign of movement. His head cocked as he crossed the room, his ears listening for any sign of movement. 

It was the sound of laughter that broke the silence, followed by the quick thumping of footsteps. It was like Lan Wangji’s body recognized it before he did, his blood and feet pumping in time as he tore off into the house after him. 

They skid into the dinning room, Wei Wuxian sliding down the table. He popped to his feet with a wicked grin. Lan Wangji leaned left, only to see Wei Wuxian lean right. A low growl emitted from Lan Wangji’s chest as they fell into a standoff. 

He saw Wei Wuxian’s eyes dilate in the low light, the vanilla and pepper perfume quickly overpowered by the simmering sandalwood. Just as Lan Wangji pounced, Wei Wuxian had moved, a rumbling laugh following in his wake. 

The smell of sandalwood burned hotter, exploding into the cool night as Lan Wangji tumbled out the backdoor after Wei Wuxian. The moon broke through the clouds, reflecting off the white gravel paths and Wei Wuxian’s smile. 

The smell of the pond, the flowers of the gardens, the coy smell of Wei Wuxian’s perfume. All of it seemed heightened, like how his gaze had become crystal sharp under the moonlight. Some part of him wanted to run, to let loose. 

And for the first time Lan Wangji let it. 

They darted through the garden. Wei Wuxian’s laughs teasing out growls from Lan Wangji, pushing his instincts harder. It countered the advantage Wei Wuxian had in speed. So it wasn’t long until both of them were crashing through a hedge, tumbling out onto the grass on the other side. Lan Wangji pinning him. 

A delighted laugh escaped Wei Wuxian as he bucked up, managing to break out of the pin. They tumbled in the grass, Wei Wuxian going from kissing Lan Wangji one second to fighting them the next. Aggravating and hot all at once. 

It was only as Wei Wuxian wiggled out of his grasp, abandoning him that Lan Wangji broke. His body released like a spring as he tackled him. 

“ Alpha .” Wei Wuxian’s moaning gasp broke out as Lan Wangji’s teeth sunk into his neck. He could feel Wei Wuxian’s whole body falling still, completely complacent to his desires. 

Caught. 

Lan Wangji felt his dick throb, the aching hardness was almost painful, begging for release. He tore at Wei Wuxian’s pants, a grunt of approval escaping him when he found no  underwear in his way. Wei Wuxian’s thighs and cheeks were already glistening with slick in the moonlight. 

Wet for him.

For him and no one else. He could see the way the others at the dinner had looked at Wei Wuxian. Half of them didn’t even try to hide their desire and wandering glances. But Wei Wuxian hadn’t even looked twice at them. He’d even gone as far to say that. 

This is why I love you.

“My omega,” Lan Wangji rumbled in Wei Wuxian’s ear as he thrusted in. His emotions swelling in time with his already forming knot. 

Wei Wuxian came to life with a beautiful moan. Lan Wangji could hear the grass snapping as his fingers clawed at it. His breath hitched as he tried to adjust, but Lan Wangji wasn’t going to give him the chance to. 

Not tonight. 

Not when he was already this close. 

Lan Wangji manhandled one of Wei Wuxian’s legs, bending it to give himself a better angle. His other hand was tightening on Wei Wuxian’s hip as he started to thrust, his pace as fast as his heartbeat. He felt the itch take hold, just behind his teeth, and Wei Wuxian’s neck was wet and shining in the moonlight. 

Another beautiful moaning whine broke from Wei Wuxian as his teeth sunk into his neck again. Only instead of the metallic taste and smell of blood, his mouth exploded with something else. It was something he almost couldn’t describe, a sweetness. 

And the smell of vanilla, pepper and the hint of something else. After a moment’s consideration, he realized what the last piece was. It was enough to make Lan Wangji’s knot fully expand, flooding Wei Wuxian. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji panted the moment he found his words. His nose pressing into his neck as he drank his mate’s scent in. 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed, a hand coming back to pet the back of Lan Wangji’s head. Lan Wangji gently shifted them, a hand coming round to tug at Wei Wuxian’s cock.

Wei Wuxian came again with a cry, his intoxicating scent flooding out around them. Lan Wangji drank it in, his dick already trying to rouse at the smell of it. It was all he could do to pull Wei Wuxian to him, shifting to rub their scent glands together. 

“How?” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“Weaning off suppressants,” Wei Wuxian nuzzled against Lan Wangji. “I noticed it coming back when I went to the bathroom before we left.”

“I like it,” Lan Wangji purred. 

“I gathered,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Or do you hunt down all your omegas and fuck them in the grass?” 

“You ran,” Lan Wangji found was all he could offer in return. 

“I didn’t plan on it,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “I just saw you being all sexy and prowly and it was,” He broke off. “I don’t know, like an instinct.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, knowing the instincts well. Even now he could feel them surfacing, this time to get his mate inside and protected. 

Instincts he acted on the moment his knot was loose enough. 

“Fuck,” Wei Wuxian groaned as Lan Wangji hoisted him up in his arms. “Hot. This was.” He nuzzled into Lan Wangji’s neck. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji agreed as he made his way to the house. “Certainly memorable.” 

“You liked it?” 

“Loved it.” 

Wei Wuxian’s scent blossomed out around them at the praise. Lan Wangji let his own out to match it. Wei Wuxian curled closer to him, although he let out a nervous chuckle. 

“Guess I’m gonna have to learn how to control that.” He commented. “I kind of presented and went straight on suppressants.” 

“Just takes a little practice.” 

“Sorry, suppose it’s going to be annoying for a little bit.” 

“No apologies,” Lan Wangji replied. “I love your scent.” 

“It would be a little awkward if you didn’t.” Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“Gentian,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“What?” 

“The part of your scent you couldn’t get,” Lan Wangji hummed. “It’s Gentian.” 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian straightened as he blinked at him. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “My mother had a tea made from it, it was her favorite.” 

“Huh,” Wei Wuxian breathed. “Who would have thought?” He nuzzled his nose against Lan Wangji’s cheek. 

“Shower?” Lan Wangji questioned as they entered the bedroom. 

“You know,” Wei Wuxian hummed as shifted his head, rubbing his cheek across Lan Wangji’s. “I don’t think my alpha smells enough like me yet.” His teeth nipped at Lan Wangji’s ears. “Does he have a few ideas on how to fix that?” 

Lan Wangji had more than a few ideas, none of which needed words.

Chapter Text

“Wei Wuxian was a hit.” 

Lan Wangji’s gaze rose from his computer screen to find his brother in his doorway. He let out a neutral hum of allowance, his brother stepping over the threshold into his office. His gaze returned to the computer, finishing off an email. 

“I wondered how long,” Lan Xichen chuckled as he sat in one of the chairs in front of Lan Wangji’s desk. Lan Wangji’s gaze rose back to him. “How long it would take for you to return to normal.”

“Wei Ying’s ex-doctor applied to work on our suppressant research,” Lan Wangji volleyed back as he sent the email.

“I take it you are telling him to go to hell,” Lan Xichen replied. “But professionally.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded, his gaze flickering over as his phone lit up. A new photo of him and Wei Wuxian at the dinner set as the lock screen. 

“I hope you rewarded him,” Lan Xichen teased. “Half the higher ups are still talking about him, which means the whole company is. Seems some of your icey reputation is being melted.” 

“I will correct it,” Lan Wangji replied, feeling the smallest uptic in the corner of his mouth. Another notification from Wei Wuxian lit up his screen, and then another. 

“He’s persistent.” 

“He’s excited,” Lan Wangji replied, feeling the buzz of it over their bond.  

“You can tell that from here?” 

“Only recently.” Lan Wangji hummed. “Did you need something?”

“I was wondering, since he was such a hit,” Lan Xichen started. “If you’d like to try him out at a dinner event. I’ve had something come up, I thought I would ask you and Wei Wuxian to take my place before I asked Uncle.” 

“What dinner?” 

“Ah,” Lan Xichen went for his phone. “It’s one of those leaders in business things, basically just a fancy way to show off what everyone’s company is doing. You know how they are.”   

“I’ll ask if he’d like to attend,” Lan Wangji nodded. “When is it?” 

“Next week, if it isn’t too short notice?” 

“I will check, but I do not see it being a problem.” Lan Wangji replied as he reached for his phone. He sent a text, before checking the snapchats Wei Wuxian had sent. His mouth ticked up as he saw the stuffed rabbit from the hospital hiding the lower part of Wei Wuxian’s face. No doubt he was pouting, as the snap was a request for rescenting. 

Scenting, the mere word was enough to bring a purr to Lan Wangji’s chest. Wei Wuxian had his scent back, and they’d been hard at work making the whole house smell of the both of them. Lan Wangji was addicted to the omegas scent, taking to burrowing his nose in the nearest scent gland when he could. Even now, he could smell Wei Wuxian on the tie he was wearing.  

“You two make quite the team,” He noted. “I never thought I’d see the day where your table was the loudest for the evening.” 

“Wei Ying has a way with people.” 

“He does,” Lan Xichen nodded. “But I’m pretty sure I saw a few laughs in response to things you were saying.” 

“It was only because Wei Ying was there,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian made everything easy.

“If that is what you wish to believe.” Lan Xichen hummed. Lan Wangji’s gaze fell as his phone buzzed. 

“We will be happy to attend the event.” Lan Wangji relayed the information. “Nie Huaisang will no doubt want the dress code.” 

“I’ll forward the relevant information to you,” Lan Xichen nodded. “You both have my thanks, if you need any more tickets?” 

“I’ve acquired season tickets,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Have you considered other options besides the theatre? I hear the local Botanical Gardens are beautiful, there’s also the museums-” 

“ Ge ,” Lan Wangji sighed. “I’m capable of planning my own dates.”

“Of course,” Lan Xichen nervously chuckled. “Forgive your older brother?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “He’ll be comfortable by the time of the event.” 

“Oh?” Lan Xichen arched his eyebrow. 

“Wei Ying is weaning off his suppressants,” Lan Wangji was unable to keep the touch of pride in his voice. 

“So that isn’t a new cologne I’m smelling?” Lan Xichen’s grin grew. 

“He’s excited.” Lan Wangji offered in his mate’s defense. “He never really got to experience his scent before, other than a handful of heats.” 

“So he’s uncomfortable because?” 

“He’s worried about bothering others with his scent.” Lan Wangji filled in. “But he is a fast learner.” 

“But he isn’t worried about bothering you, I see.” Lan Xichen chuckled. 

“I made my opinions clear about his scent.” Lan Wangji replied. 

Wei Wuxian’s leg hitched over his shoulder, his body covered in a sheen of sweat. His scent was intoxicating on Lan Wangji’s tongue. His slick tasting sweeter than ever. He’d said it was still off, different from what he remembered during his heats. Lan Wangji can’t imagine it tasting any better. 

“Wangji?” 

Lan Wangji blinked out of his thoughts, his gaze refocusing on his brother. Lan Xichen’s brow had arched, making Lan Wangji’s ears heat. 

“Thinking.”
“Mn,” Lan Xichen hummed. “I’m beginning to suspect what exactly you're thinking about when you do that.” 

“Do you have something else you need?” Lan Wangji’s tone turned curt. 

“I imagine that means his heat will be appearing soon.” 

Wei Wuxian glassy eyed- 

“Yes,” Lan Wangji replied, stopping his mind from going any further. 

“And idea when? We have some important meetings coming up.” Lan Xichen’s tone was inquisitive. It reminded Lan Wangji of the comments from his brother that were increasing more and more. 

“We took them into account,” Lan Wangji’s jaw tightened. “Even if we hadn’t, Wei Ying comes first.” 

“Wangji-” 

Lan Wangji knew that sigh. Usually followed by a lecture. A lecture Lan Wangji would usually cave after, giving his brother what he wanted. He felt a flash of anger. He was not letting up, he thought he’d made this very clear. 

“He’s my mate.” 

“I know, but-” 

“No,” Lan Wangji cut him off. “I am putting my mate first, once we have children they will hold the same priority.” He continued. “If my work proves to be lacking, then you may discuss this. Am I clear?” 

Two shades of gold locked onto each other. Two scents of sandalwood and green tea flared for just a moment. Lan Wangji watched his brother’s lips thin, before he gave in and sighed. 

“We were going to reclaim the company together.” He noted. 

“We have,” Lan Wangji rebutted. “And it’s growing.” 

“Partially in thanks to our new contract with Lotus Pier,” Lan Xichen sighed. “I suppose I’m just used to you keeping longer hours than me.” 

“You will understand one day.” 

“Did you just ‘you’ll understand when you're married’ me?” Lan Xichen arched an eyebrow. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji shook his head. “I ‘when you are in love you’ll understand’ you.” 

“Love is a big word.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Has he said it back?” 

“In his own way.” 

“So no.” 

“ Ge, ” Lan Wangji was the one to sigh. “He’s been through a lot.” 

“Has he been seeing his therapist then?”

“He says he’s handling it.” Lan Wangji tried not to let guilt creep up on him. It was so easy to think that Wei Wuxian was untouched and happy as he presented himself to be. The proof was in the nightmares, the way he flinched or stared at fire when they were around it. 

Then there was his memory, or more accurately his lack of memory. Lan Wangji had skimmed through Wei Wuxian’s records, he’d seen more than a few foster homes he’d been in were shut down for negligence and abuse. What was his mind repressing? Was it wrong to just let them be repressed? 

“Is he?” Lan Xichen seemed to pick up on Lan Wangji’s train of thought. “Whatever he’s hiding from is just going to hurt him in the long run, could hurt you in the long run.” 

“ Ge ,” Lan Wangji exhaled. “Your concern is appreciated, but he is still adjusting. He needs to be settled into our lives before we start poking at his scabs.” 

“Are you sure you're saying that because it’s true,” Lan Xichen replied. “Or because you're afraid of what will happen? Wouldn’t it be better for it to happen now? To end this before it gets worse?”

Worse? Lan Wangji felt his jaw tighten as he glared at his brother. It was easy to forget Wei Wuxian wasn’t the only one to hide his true feelings behind a smiling mask. The helpful older brother, getting tickets and offering to send them to dinners. It was so easy for Lan Wangji to believe it. To believe that his brother understood his feelings towards Wei Wuxian. 

But no. His brother saw this as a game, a dalliance. Harmless when it wasn’t interfering with their work. But here his brother was, looking for the chinks in their armor. He probably had his speech already prepared. That it would be better this way. Better their bond broke now while it wasn’t as solid, when it had a higher chance of being broken without consequences.

“I won’t abandon him.” 

“I’m not worried about you abandoning him.” Lan Xichen smiled back. “I’m worried about him waking up one day and thinking the marriage contract was a mistake. That he’ll abandon you.” 

“He won’t.” 

“You can’t know that for certain.” 

“I can’t,” Lan Wangji felt the muscles in his jaw shift. “But I do what I can to make sure he doesn’t.” 

“What, lock him up?” Lan Xichen scoffed back. “You’re sounding just like father.” 

Lan Wangji’s chair hit the floor like a canon had gone off as he stood. 

Lan Xichen had gone too far. How many times had Lan Wangji heard that growing up? With his cold demeanor he was just like his father. That it was a shame he hadn’t gotten their mother’s cheerful smile like Lan Xichen.  Lan Xichen knew Lan Wangji’s fear of being him, a fear he apparently wasn’t afraid to use to get what he wanted. 

Just like he was doing right now. 

“I can by being a supportive and loving husband,” He snarled at Lan Xichen as he slammed his laptop shut, throwing it in his briefcase in the same motion. “Not all of us jump to manipulating others to get what we want. That would be a trait you took from him.” He bit out as he stormed past Lan Xichen.

“Wangji, where are you going?” Lan Xichen lurched after him. 

“Home,” Lan Wangji bit back. 

“The day isn’t over.”
“Maybe you should consider that next time.” 

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen sounded exasperated. “I just want what is best for you.” 

It made Lan Wangji pause, his grip tightening on his briefcase. Best for him? No, his brother was thinking about what was best for himself. Which was to keep Lan Wangji here, working long hours so he could be the social face of the company. 

“Perhaps you should reconsider your stance on what is best for me,” Lan Wangji offered cooly over his shoulder. “Perhaps you should look in the mirror before saying I’m the one like father.” 

“Wangji, you’re being dramatic?” 

“Am I?” Lan Wangji snorted. “All I wanted was to make music and have a family, and I’ve already given up one of those dreams for you.” 

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Wei Wuxian worried his bottom lip as he squeezed the stuffed rabbit to his chest. Something was wrong, he could feel Lan Wangji’s anger. It burned hot and bright, making it think it was something beyond the normal work scuffle. It made Wei Wuxian uneasy, as it seemed to hang in his throat with an awful acidic feeling. 

Was it for him? Maybe Lan Wangji didn’t really want to go to the dinner event. Should he text and say he would rather stay home? Wei Wuxian sighed as he started to move about the bedroom, too wrapped up in his own thoughts to pay too much attention to what his body was doing. 

Lan Xichen had texted him to tell him good job at the dinner, and Lan Wangji seemed to be pleased with how it had gone. But Lan Wangji hadn’t really said it out loud. Maybe Wei Wuxian had done something wrong. No doubt he talked too much. 

Or maybe Lan Wangji’s anger had nothing to do with him. 

Wei Wuxian sighed, glancing at the clock as he passed it. He’d have three more hours of worrying until he found out. He let out a more vocal sigh, wondering what he should do until then. 

Only to hear the sound of someone on the stairs. His whole body froze, like a deer in the headlights. Did someone break in? He flexed his hands as his eyes darted around the space looking for a weapon. His eyes settled on a tripod, and he darted out to grab it before returning to his spot, the hospital rabbit still tucked under his arm as he gripped the tripod like a bat. 

He could feel his heart thudding in his chest. 

“Wei Ying?” 

Lan Wangji’s voice drained the fear from Wei Wuxian as fast as it came. The bedroom door opened moments later, Lan Wangji peering in carefully until they landed on Wei Wuxian. His eyes widening as he saw the tripod. 

“Sorry, I thought maybe someone broke in,” Wei Wuxian chuckled nervously.  “What are you doing home so early?”

“Brother and I had a disagreement,” Lan Wangji replied simply. His eyes ran the length of Wei Wuxian. “Wei Ying?” 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian realized he still had the tripod aloft. He lowered it, only for Lan Wangji to still be staring. His fear the anger was for him resurfaced. “ Baobei ? Is something wrong?” He absentmindedly clutched the rabbit to his chest as he asked. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji breathed. “You made a nest.” 

Wei Wuxian blinked before his gaze dropped down. Sure enough, he was standing in the center of a swath of blankets and pillows. His eyes honed in on one that was out of place, shifting to move it to a better position. Only then could he look at it closer, seeing he’d absentmindedly stolen everything from couch cushions to the bed comforter. At least it seemed to be lacking dirty underwear. 

“I guess I did,” He finally hummed as he walked slowly around it, his eyes scanning it for imperfections. Finding none, he curled up in it.  Sigh escaping him as he settled. 

“Is everything okay?” Lan Wangji’s voice was hesitant. 

“Yeah,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he closed his eyes. Their combined scents washed over him, taking the nerves and fear with them. “I felt you get angry, I thought,” He broke off in a chuckle. “That maybe I’d done something wrong.” 

“Wei Ying, no-” Lan Wangji lurched forward. Wei Wuxian opened his eyes, finding the alpha lingering at the edge of the nest’s boundaries. Confliction evident in his form. 

“Come here baobei ,” Wei Wuxian allowed. He saw Lan Wangji’s shoulder lower just a smidge with relief. His hands quickly pulling his shoes off, he went to step in only to pause. Wei Wuxian could only laugh as he saw the suit quickly follow the shoes, his mate basically naked as he crawled into his nest. 

As he settled, Wei Wuxian could hear the audible sigh that released. He watched Lan Wangji’s limbs go soft, inviting as Wei Wuxian shifted to curl against his side. Lan Wangji’s hand came up to rub his back as his golden eyes locked onto Wei Wuxian. 

“We agreed to be honest,” Lan Wangji hummed. “If I was angry with you, I would tell you.” 

“Right,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “We did say that.” He added with a hard chuckle as he looked down at the rabbit that was now in his lap. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji fingers caught his chin, pulling his gaze up. “Not all anger is because of something you did.” 

“I know that,” Wei Wuxian was quick to protest. “I just,” He huffed. “I’m used to being the one everyone is angry at. I wasn’t exactly a well behaved kid. Your anger was just so much hotter than your normal work anger.” 

“I was more angry than normal,” Lan Wangji sighed. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” Wei Wuxian offered. “Yanli always said it helped.” 

He watched Lan Wangji’s jaw tighten, his gaze moving away from Wei Wuxian. Eventually they came back to him, a sigh escaping the man. 

“Brother has not learned my priorities have changed.” 

“Changed?” Wei Wuxian blinked. 

“You are more important to me than work,” Lan Wangji nodded.

“I don’t have to be, I mean I appreciate the attention but-” 

“Wei Ying.” Lan Wangji stopped him. “I’m choosing this,” He pulled Wei Wuxian closer. “I don’t want my life to be work anymore. I want a family,” He paused. “I want love.” 

Love . 

Wei Wuxian was still processing the word when Lan Wangji’s gaze met his again. An open honesty was clear in his face. 

“I love you Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured. Wei Wuxian’s breath caught in his chest. “It is alright if you are not there,” He added. “But I am tired of saying it to you while you are asleep.” 

“You love me?” Wei Wuxian stammered. 

“Mn.” 

Wei Wuxian could only blink as he tried to wade through the flurry of emotions running through him, most of which were his own. He could feel Lan Wangji’s emotions, warm and loving like a grounding wire. While his own seemed to be all over the map, from excitement to fear. But there, amidst all the chaos he could feel it. A tiny little nugget. 

“I-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji cut him off. “Tell me when you are ready.” 

“What if I am?” Wei Wuxian shot back. He saw an eyebrow arch. “Okay, maybe my feelings aren’t as big as yours, but I like you a lot Lan Zhan! I love spending time with you, and you make me feel safe.” He found himself blushing at the admission. “I wouldn’t have made a nest here otherwise.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “It’s a perfect nest.” 

The wave of happiness that washed over Wei Wuxian from the praise caught him off guard. It made him flush a beat red, his hands fidgeting with the rabbit in his lap again. Lan Wangji shifted a bit closer, reminding Wei Wuxian of his state of undress. 

“You didn’t have to strip to get in it,” He attempted to tease. 

“Didn’t want other scents in it,” Lan Wangji huffed back. It pulled a laugh from Wei Wuxian. 

“Oh? My alpha wants me and my nest all to himself?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji tilted his head, sounding almost negative. When Wei Wuxian arched an eyebrow, he elaborated. “One day our children can join.” 

“Yeah?” Wei Wuxian smiled, a warmth blossoming out through him. He flopped over Lan Wangji’s torso, so he could see him as they talked. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach, other than their conversation confirming Lan Wangji wanted kids, they hadn’t really discussed it beyond that. “And how many of those do you see planned?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed as if he was thinking, a hand trailing up Wei Wuxian’s side. “Four.” 

“Four?” Wei Wuxian repeated. 

“So they can have their own bedrooms.” Lan Wangji nodded. 

“What if they want to share?” 

“Then we can have more kids.” 

Wei Wuxian laughed, planting his cheek on Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“Dr. Wen suggests the arm implant for birth control,” Wei Wuxian offered. “I’ve got an appointment next week to get it. If my heat hasn’t shown up in two weeks after that, then she’s going to give me a heat inducer.” 

“I remember.” Lan Wangji replied, his hand trailing down and over the curve of Wei Wuxian’s hips. 

“The implant I’m getting is good for like two years,” Wei Wuxian continued. “But, it is removable.” He traced a mindless pattern on Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“Plenty of time to practice.” Lan Wangji’s eyes burned.   

Wei Wuxian was always amazed at how easy it was for them to transition. One minute they’d be talking, or teasing, or flirting, and the next they’d be lost in the rhythm of sex. Lan Wangji’s lips trailing open mouthed over his torso, sucking purpling bruises into it. Sometimes, when they were soft, Wei Wuxian could return the favor.

Other times it was all he could do to remember to breathe. 

Today was soft, almost reverent. It still left Wei Wuxian breathless when they both came apart. They laid curled up against one another in the nest, listening to the other's heartbeats until the sticky mess between them got too uncomfortable. 

Even then Wei Wuxian whined when Lan Wangji moved away. 

He sighed as he looked over the nest he’d made. It was decent, since he’d absentmindedly grabbed objects where their scents were the strongest. It was tucked into the corner of the interior wall and the wall to the closet. It was a good nest, and Wei Wuxian would leave it normally. Unfortunately, it involved too many of their daily necessities. 

“I'll put the nest away in a minute.” Wei Wuxian hummed as Lan Wangji cleaned them up. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji practically flopped on him, making the disgruntled tone of his hum all the more apparent. 

“ Baobei? ” Wei Wuxian questioned, his hand coming up to card through Lan Wangji’s hair. 

“The nest should stay,” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but our couch isn’t very comfortable without its cushions,” Wei Wuxian pointed out. “Not to mention our bed isn’t very warm without the comforter.” 

“We can warm it up,” Lan Wangji pressed kisses into Wei Wuxian’s jaw line. “Or sleep here.” 

“I don’t know about that,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. “I’m very fond of our mattress.” 

“We can buy a new comforter.” Lan Wangji counted, kissing along Wei Wuxian’s jawline. “And a new sofa.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Counter proposal,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “We chill in the nest for a while, then I put the sofa cushions back. We can buy a new comforter, so we can swap them around. We would have to pick up some new cushions to replace the sofa ones though.” 

“Would they smell right?” 

“My alpha is very good at making things smell right.” Wei Wuxian teased nipping at Lan Wangji’s ear. 

“Deal,” Lan Wangji finally rolled off of him and to his feet. Wei Wuxian chuckled as he watched Lan Wangji collect their switches, before retreating back into the nest. 

A low rumble sound from Wei Wuxian’s chest as he tangled their limbs together. It took a moment, like some strange tetris to make it so they were both comfortable and could see their screens. Normally Wei Wuxian would have chatted Lan Wangji’s ear off, but right now something was content in him to just lay and pur. 

And pur. 

And pur. 

It was only as he realized it had been more than an hour and he was still purring that he began to worry. Why was it still going? Usually it only happened around sex, disappearing after the glow had gone. He tried to make it stop, but it wouldn’t. He felt panic start to rise. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji paused. Wei Wuxian’s heartbeat picked up, now Lan Wangji had noticed. Why wouldn’t it stop? “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian exhaled, hiding his face against Lan Wangji’s chest. He prayed for his pur to stop. Instead it fluctuated, fighting with his new emotions. 

“Doesn’t feel like nothing.” 

“I,” Wei Wuxian’s voice broke, interrupted by his pur. “I can’t stop purring.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed back. Neutral as if it wasn’t concerning. And then he went back to playing his game. 

“Didn’t you hear me?” Wei Wuxian looked up. “I can’t stop purring!” 

“It’s okay,” Lan Wangji hummed, a hand moving to massage the back of his neck. Pushing his head back to rest on his chest. “I don’t mind.” 

“Lan Zhan! That’s not,” Wei Wuxian huffed. “Something could be broken!” 

He felt Lan Wangji still. 

“Why?” 

“Cause purring this long isn’t normal!”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s hand lifted, letting Wei Wuxian look up at him. “It is.” 

“No it’s not!” Wei Wuxian shot back. “I’ve never purred this long! What if something’s wrong with me?”
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed. “Purring happens.” 

“I know, I’m not a child!”

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji repeated his name, infuriatingly. “How often do you purr?” He questioned, but as Wei Wuxian went to open his mouth. “Besides sex.” 

“I,” Wei Wuxian faltered, his purr finally going with it. “Omegas only purr after sex.” He blinked. 

When else would they pur? Sex was the most vulnerable an omega could be. Only if they deemed the alpha worthy, based on how well they cared for them, would they let themselves trust them. Trust shown in the form of purring. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed deeper. “Omegas purr outside of sex.” 

“No we don’t,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. 

“I’ve seen it.” Lan Wangji pressed back. 

“No,” Wei Wuxian shook his head. “Otherwise I would have purred before now.” 

“If you never felt fully at ease, you wouldn’t have purred.” 

“You make it sound like the Jiangs didn’t take care of me!” Wei Wuxian felt a slow burn of anger forming in his chest. This time all his own.
“No,” Lan Wangji hummed, his own purr sounding off. As if to remind Wei Wuxian an alpha purred to soothe, something they could do at will. “Care and safety aren’t the same.” He pushed softly. “They cared for you,” He paused. “But did you ever really feel safe with them?” 

“Of course I did,” Wei Wuxian pulled away. The realization came crashing down over him with relief. “It’s my pack deprivation.” He breathed. “That’s why.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji paused. “Then why are you purring now?” 

“I-” Wei Wuxian faltered. That was the whole reason he was worried! He didn’t purr! There was no explanation for why he was purring now. The Jiangs cared for him! He was safe with them! They were his pack. 

“I was a part of their pack,” He repeated. “They’re my family. Just because I didn’t purr with them doesn’t mean they weren’t! They love me, and I love them!” 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji assured him. A hand reaching out to card through his hair, the soft scent of sandalwood coming with the motion. 

“They’re my family,” Wei Wuxian repeated. 

But hadn’t Madam Yu always terrified Wei Wuxian? How could he feel safe when he knew his every action was being scrutinized. That any small thing could be the cause of an argument that would shake the house. Any small thing could see him thrown back out on the streets.

She never even scented him. 

But they were his pack.

Weren’t they? 

A sob hitched in Wei Wuxian’s chest. 

Care and safety aren’t the same thing. 

And maybe, just maybe. 

Family and pack weren’t the same either. 

“It’s okay,” Lan Wangji murmured as his hand slid to the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck. A gentle pressure guiding him to rest against Lan Wangji’s chest. The smell of sandalwood blossoming around him. 

So why didn’t she scent him? 

It was so easy, a child could do it! 

Even Jiang Fengmian could manage something as a beta. Jiang Yanli’s scent had soothed every scrape and bruise. It had sent him back to sleep after nightmares. He’d only felt comfortable around her and Uncle Jiang, and Jiang Cheng of course. He felt safe around Jiang Cheng. 

Didn’t he?

They were brothers after all. Sure they’d fought a lot as kids, but that was natural. Especially when Wei Wuxian caused so many issues with his parents. They’d started getting along better during college, when they weren’t sharing a dorm room like at school. Not like they could have shared a dorm room then anyway. 

Wei Wuxian had presented after all.

And it wasn’t exactly like Wei Wuxian had ample time to feel safe when they were in a crappy hotel that got raided by the police frequently. But he did feel safe around Jiang Cheng. It would have been all the more terrifying on his own. 

It made sense that he felt safe now. As a mate, Lan Wangji was perfect. He’d provided anything and everything Wei Wuxian could want or need. From video games, to medical care and healthy food for his new diet. He’d even managed to soothe him back to sleep after his nightmares. 

A feat even Jiang Cheng couldn’t pull off. 

Why couldn’t he?

Why couldn’t Jiang Cheng soothe him back to sleep? They were brothers. He felt just as safe as Lan Wangji. It was just because of the crappy motel. Hard to let a scent, no matter how safe it was, soothe you back to sleep when gunshots were going off. 

Maybe Madam Yu wasn’t part of his pack, but Uncle Jiang, Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng definitely were. No doubt about it. He hadn’t purred with Jiang Cheng cause he was over stressed and in a crappy environment, there was nothing else to it. 

It wasn’t like the reason Wei Wuxian never purred around Jiang Cheng was because he was an alpha who wasn’t in his pack. That would be ridiculous! It couldn’t be true. Omegas were just predispositioned to like each other, they were the reason packs formed. They seeked out each other. It explained why Jiang Yanli’s scent worked and Jiang Cheng’s didn’t. 

But he was part of Jiang Yanli’s pack, so why didn’t Wei Wuxian trust him? 

Unless. 

He didn’t want to think about it. He could keep himself from thinking about it. He couldn’t stop his sobs. Messy snotty ones that had him hiccuping like a baby. 

“I’m here,” Lan Wangji murmured as he pressed a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s temple. The arms that cradled him closer were a physical reminder of the reassuring warmth his presence brought. A tether between them, a strange feeling that reminded him of something so distant he could barely remember it. 

Of a laughing woman and a silent but loving man. 

But it couldn’t be. 

Because that would mean he’d been without a pack all these years. 

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Wei Wuxian had fallen asleep sometime during his sobbing. His face buried in his chest, his grip almost painful around Lan Wangji’s waist. Lan Wangji wasn’t sure what exactly their talk triggered, but he could see there was more going on in Wei Wuxian’s head than he’d said. At least he hadn’t run off, instead hiding himself here with Lan Wangji. 

He couldn’t help but sigh as he adjusted their position slightly. His argument with his brother had been over so many things. Their parents, Wei Wuxian, his marriage. He sighed again as he pressed his cheek against the top of Wei Wuxian’s head. Maybe he never should have let his brother talk him into joining the business. 

But then he wouldn’t have Wei Wuxian. 

How could he convince his brother Wei Wuxian was committed to their relationship? He seemed civil to Wei Wuxian’s face, but when he talked to Lan Wangji barbs started to come out. Wei Wuxian might not love Lan Wangji yet, but he was committed to their relationship. Wei Wuxian had made space for him in his life, even if Lan Xichen couldn’t see it. 

Maybe Wei Wuxian wasn’t the only one who should be considering therapy. It was time to leave the fear of turning into his father in the past. How could he enjoy a family with that looming over him? Maybe it would help Wei Wuxian consider therapy on his own terms as well. He slowly felt a resolve set in. He wasn’t just living for himself anymore. He had Wei Wuxian. He had their future children. 

It didn’t solve the problem of Lan Xichen. Lan Wangji let his eyes drift closed as he exhaled, the sweet smell of their combined scents filling his lungs. His brother valued actions, physical manifestations of decisions. Lan Wangji refused to make Wei Wuxian sign some damning legal paper, but what else was there? A tattoo? No, Lan Wangji wouldn’t make Wei Wuxian go through that pain just to appease his brother. 

At least his uncle was easier. He’d already started to soften towards Wei Wuxian, he’d even asked about his code night. To those unfamiliar with his uncle, they would have thought the request was sneering and insulting. But Lan Wangji knew it was because Wei Wuxian had caught his attention. Nothing impressed his uncle more than wanting to teach others. 

Lan Wangji’s eyes flickered open as he heard his phone go off. They drifted towards the screen, just barely visible from where his pants were laying on the floor. His brow furrowed as he could make out his security app. Three months had made him a master of maneuvering while Wei Wuxian was clinging to him, allowing him to pull up the app. 

Only to see the feed of his brother’s car rolling up the drive. 

Lan Wangji’s jaw tightened. He should have guessed his brother wouldn’t have let him leave it at that. Now it was well past closing time. He pressed kisses to Wei Wuxian as he started wiggling out of his grasp. He re-scented the rabbit, tucking it in Wei Wuxian’s arms before he slid his boxers on. A robe followed, if his brother was going to intrude on his time Lan Wangji wasn’t going to make him comfortable. 

“Wangji,” Lan Xichen started as Lan Wangji opened the door. His brother wasn’t taking chances, muscling the door open enough to get into the foyer. “I know what-” He broke off as he turned, seeing what Lan Wangji was wearing. His lungs expanded for a moment. “Did you just come home and have sex?” He hissed. 

“What my husband and I do in our free time is not your business.” Lan Wangji replied, closing the door. He crossed to the stairs, leaning against them as he crossed his arms. 

“It wasn’t free time, you were supposed to be at work!” 

“I’m salaried on top of being an owner,” Lan Wangji replied. “I don’t have hours.” 

“This is what I’m talking about Wangji,” Lan Xichen’s jaw jumped. “Before I was begging you to take breaks, now I’m begging you to work!” 

“Try again.” Lan Wangji replied coolly. 

“What?” Lan Xichen blinked. 

“My current hours are well within the norm of my position,” Lan Wangji replied. “Not to mention my reports and duties are still being accomplished before their due dates. Therefore your complaints can’t be about my performance or lack of hours.” He added his scent of sandalwood simmering. “So try again.” 

He watched the muscles of Lan Xichen’s jaw jump. 

“Wangji, I want what is best for you.” 

“Being a workaholic is not.” 

“Neither is getting so attached to someone who doesn’t return your feelings.” 

“Yet.” 

“You have no guarantee! Lotus Pier is quickly getting back on its feet, our contract will hold but I don’t doubt Jiang Wanyin is already scheming on how to break away from us. Once he does, what will keep Wei Wuxian from leaving? I’ve seen you after a break up didi , and you weren’t this deep with any of them. I know I supported your decision to do this, but I expected you to put some precautions in place! What if he takes the house?” 

“He isn’t like that.” 

“How do you know? You’ve been too busy fawning over him! He isn’t the same boy you knew in highschool.” Lan Xichen stepped closer. “I’ve done some research, it’s easier to break a bond if you haven’t spent a heat together. I can make an appointment.” 

“Lan Zhan!? Lan Zhan!” 

Lan Wangji jerked as he heard Wei Wuxian’s calls. The scent of panicked pepper flooded down the stairs as Lan Wangji heard his foot falls and the slamming of doors, quick and forceful, Lan Wangji barely made it around the stair railing before Wei Wuxian was crashing down them, into him. 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji questioned, his arms naturally coming to cradle Wei Wuxian to his chest. Sandalwood and a purr rolling out of him in an attempt to soothe. “What’s wrong?” 

“I woke up and you weren’t there,” Wei Wuxian clawed at Lan Wangji, as if he was trying to crawl into his skin. “You were gone, I thought-” 

“Shh,” Lan Wangji hummed as he pressed a kiss to the top of Wei Wuxian’s head as he cradled him closer. He heard a hiccup of a sob come from Wei Ying. “Did you have a nightmare?” He murmured. He felt Wei Wuxian nod.  

Whatever had happened this afternoon was big. Wei Wuxian never panicked like this after a nightmare. Come to think of it, Lan Wangji didn’t think he’d ever seen him panicking. Especially not about Lan Wangji being away. 

“I’m here,” Lan Wangji murmured. “I just had to speak to Xichen.” 

“Oh,” He felt Wei Wuxian shift, peeking out at Lan Xichen. His brother seemed torn between watching them with curiosity and looking at anything else in the room. Lan Wangji realized it was probably because Wei Wuxian was still naked. He shrugged out of his robe as he wrapped it around Wei Wuxian. 

“Sorry,” Wei Wuxian mumbled as he tugged the robe around himself. “I’ll let you talk,” He ducked his head. Lan Wangji watched him start for the stairs, before stopping and taking a big breath. “Actually,” He watched Wei Wuxian’s spine straighten as he turned to face Lan Xichen. “I-I need my mate right now.” He stuttered at the start. His arms wrapping nervously around his own waist, as if the statement had stolen the bit of courage he had from making the statement. His teeth caught on his lower lip as he glanced nervously at Lan Wangji. 

“ Ge -” Lan Wangji went to start his own request, only to have Lan Xichen raise his hand to stop him. 

“We can talk about this later,” Lan Xichen’s eye’s flickered back to Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji could almost feel him assessing him. With how tightly Wei Wuxian had clung to him, Lan Wangji didn’t have much of a chance to clean up the evidence of his earlier crying. 

It was like the string that held Wei Wuxian went out at his brother’s exit. His whole body went boneless as he buried himself in Lan Wangji’s arms again. Lan Wangji’s pur rumbled through the stairwell as he lifted Wei Wuxian up. 

“What do you need?” Lan Wangji murmured as he started the climb. 

“You in our nest” Wei Wuxian pressed back, his head tucking into the crook of Lan Wangji’s neck. Lan Wangji felt his heart swell at the use of our. On top of it now he’d get a few more hours of cuddling in the nest. 

He made sure to move his phone within reach so he could order takeout once Wei Wuxian got hungry. Only to feel Wei Wuxian straddling him the moment he sat down. Lan Wangji bit back a groan as hands slid into his boxers. 

“Wei Ying-” 

“Knot me.” 

“Wei Ying?” 

“Please, I just,” Wei Wuxian’s voice broke as he sunk down on Lan Wangji. “I just need you to knot me right now.” His gaze fell away from Lan Wangji. “I just need to know you're not going to leave.” 

Lan Wangji couldn’t think of a way to quiet Wei Wuxian’s fears, but he could think of how to show him. He kept his movements soft as he pressed a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s jaw. He could hear him sigh, tension seeping out of his body as he turned to properly kiss Lan Wangji. 

A softness that was countered as Lan Wangji chased his knot. Wei Wuxian became a babbling brook of pleads and encouragements as his own hips rocked. At last Lan Wangji’s knot popped, pulling a torrent of thank yous as Wei Wuxian pressed kisses to every inch of skin he could reach. Lan Wangji stilled him as he carded his hands through his hair, feeling him exhale as he settled against his chest. 

Lan Wangji wanted to ask, but he couldn’t find the courage to do so. They laid there for a few hours, and just as Lan Wangji was about to bring up ordering take out Wei Wuxian spoke. 

“What does it feel like?” He murmured. 

“Mn?” Lan Wangji questioned with a hum. 

“Your pack bond with your parents?” 

Lan Wangji mulled over the questions before he responded. Another piece to the puzzle of what was going on in Wei Wuxians’ head. 

“My mother felt like warmth and safety,” Lan Wangji started slowly. “I could feel it like a cord between us. My father felt colder, but still safe.”  He paused. “In the way that a leash makes it reassuring you can’t be lost.” 

“What about with Xichen, or your uncle?” 

Lan Wangji thought about it again. 

“Uncle’s is a bit like my father, but not as strong.” Nor as safe Lan Wangji thought to himself. “Xichen, depends.” He sighed as he realized. 

“Depends? How?” 

“In the boardroom it's how I imagine wearing a bulletproof vest feels.” Lan Wangji considered it. “Reassuring and empowering.” 

“But not all the time?” Wei Wuxian’s head was still tucked against Lan Wangji’s chest, but he could feel him worrying his bottom lip. 

“Around you,” Lan Wangji admitted. “I’m reminded he’s an alpha. Our pack bond is still there, and I’d trust him with you if needed,” He broke off with a sigh. “But something reminds me he’s still a threat.” 

“But you feel something, like a cord or a tether with them.” 

“Mn.” 

Wei Wuxian’s face pressed deeper into Lan Wangji’s chest. A shaky breath racking his torso. Lan Wangji gently massaged his back, feeling a few hot tears splashing against his chest. Lan Wangji was unsure if words would make the situation better or worse. 

“I feel it with you too,” He decided to say, his hand gently stroking Wei Wuxian’s back. His nose brushed through Wei Wuxian’s hair as he pressed a kiss to his temple. His lungs expanded full of his sweat-sweetened vanilla scent.  “It’s brighter, warmer than I remember my mothers.” He explained. How was he supposed to explain what he felt? It was better than anything he could describe.

But he could try.

  “Like hot chocolate after playing in the snow, decadent and sweetly indulgent. So good it makes you want to go back out into the cold so you can have it again.” He felt himself flush red as he realized another analogy. “Like when we had sex the first time, and you were so warm and tight. It felt like you were made for me.” He hoped Wei Wuxian didn’t notice how hard just thinking about it made him. 

The half hearted chuckle that escaped Wei Wuxian told him otherwise. His head shifted up, silver eyes looking out from a red tear stained face. 

“Like when you get a dish with that perfect spicy burn,” He tilted his head after a moment's thought with a chuckle. “Or when we’re wrapped up together with a blanket and you kiss my bite.” He added his face becoming more serious. “And I know I’m safe, and cared for and yours.” 

“Fuck baobei ,” Wei Wuxian moaned as Lan Wangji nearly came from that. All it took was a good rocking of Wei Wuxian’s hips for him to come again. Wei Wuxian leaned forward pressing a kiss to his lips. “Yours.” He murmured again against Lan Wangji’s lips. His own hand placed Lan Wangji’s on the back of his neck as his eyes fluttered closed. “Yours.” He sighed. “My alpha.” 

“My omega,” Lan Wangji hummed back. “I love you.” He nuzzled against his cheek. “I will always be here for you.” He felt Wei Wuxian shiver at that.

“Even when I’m old and fat?”
“Especially then.” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“What if I lose all my hair?” 

“Even then.” 

“What if I get horrendously deformed in an accident.” 

“Even then,” Lan Wangji resisted rolling his eyes. 

“What if I decide a lifetime of plastic surgery was for me and replace all my parts with plastic?” 

“As long as you don’t replace our mating marks.” 

Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“But what if I cause too much trouble or mess up something major, or-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji cut him off. “You are my mate, no matter what you do I will be with you. Together there isn’t anything we can’t face.” 

“Except spicy food for you,” Wei Wuxian blushed as he tucked himself back against Lan Wangji’s chest. 

“For you, I’d try.” 

“I won’t make you,” Wei Wuxian chuckled, pressing a kiss to Lan Wangji’s chest. “Thank you.” He added quietly. 

“No need for thanks between us.” 

“I know I must seem insane right now, and you aren’t prying and I-” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji cut him off. “It’s okay.” He pressed. 

“I don’t know how to explain it.” 

“Then don’t.” 

“What?” 

“It is enough that you need me,” Lan Wangji replied. “I don’t require an explanation as to why.” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian sighed with a chuckle. “You are too good to be true.” 

“I have my faults,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

A loud growl sounded from Wei Wuxian’s stomach, making him freeze in embarrassment. 

“What do you want to eat?” Lan Wangji hummed as he reached for his phone. “Besides spicey.” 

“You know me too well,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “What does my alpha want?” 

Lan Wangji thought about it. 

“Tacos.” 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian blinked. Lan Wangji looked back, why was it so shocking? “You just don’t seem like a taco guy.” 

“I like them,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply, navigating his way to his preferred place with delivery. 

“But they’re so messy.” 

“Mn, so are you.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian’s laugh bounced off the walls. When it died there was a pause as Lan Wangji navigated to the order on his phone.“Do you do tofu?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji nodded. “We can get you beef.” 

“Is the tofu good?” 

“Best in town, for tacos.” 

“Can I try it?” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji offered with a huff of laughter, doubling the amount of tofu tacos. 

“I just said I wanted to try them.” 

“Mhm,” Lan Wangji hummed noncommittally. 

“Make sure to request extra hot sauce,” Wei Wuxian reminded, as if Lan Wangji could ever forget. “If we get deep fried ice cream, I’ll do this thing.” 

Lan Wangji merely raised an eyebrow at him. He was rewarded with Wei Wuxian flushing a deep red. If he had any doubt the thing was sexual, that sealed the deal. He just couldn’t think of anything it could be. Wei Wuxian was incredibly open, and it wasn’t like they’d moved past vanilla sex. Yet. 

“I,” Wei Wuxian muttered as he turned a deeper red. “It’s a thing.” 

“A thing,” Lan Wangji repeated. “Not enticing enough.” 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian pouted. Only to groan as he shifted awkwardly. “Nie Huaisang might have given me some,” He paused. “Literature.” 

“And is this literature something you want to try?” 

“It’s supposed to make alphas feel really good.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji hummed as he added the ice cream to their order. “You do not need to use sexual favors to get deep fried ice cream. It is just something you should have in moderation.” 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “I should save the sexual favors for bigger things right?” 

“No,” Lan Wangji hummed as he finished ordering, tossing his phone away. “Because now you have me curious.” He rolled over on top of his mate, stealing a deep kiss. 

“Then maybe,” Wei Wuxian stole another peck. “Someone should get on all fours.”

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It had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but now standing in front of Lan Corp’s building, Wei Wuxian felt like a bundle of nervous energy. He couldn’t help but worry Lan Wangji would think he was bothering him. 

Wei Wuxian knew he was being clingy. 

Well, more clingy than normal. 

He supposed finding out he was never part of his family’s pack was making him cling harder to the one he had now. He knew he should loosen his hold, that being this clingy would only drive Lan Wangji away, but he couldn’t help it. Who could blame him for clinging to a pack bond he’d so desperately wanted all his life? 

One he thought he had. 

His hands nervously crinkled the top of the to go bag, rolling it tighter as he made his way into the building. It was okay to want to see his mate, he told himself. Sure he hadn’t visited before, but he’d been sick. Now he didn’t need that ridiculous cane. On top of it, this was when Lan Wangji took lunch. Or was supposed to. 

Maybe he should have texted. 

“Sir?” A voice stopped him. 

Wei Wuxian blinked as he looked over, seeing a security officer heading his direction. The voice that had spoken was the woman at the front desk, who was standing and looking directly at him. 

“You can’t go up without permission,” The woman spoke, enunciating each word. Making Wei Wuxian wonder if she’d already told him that. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Wei Wuxian crossed over to the desk. “I’m just here to see my husband.” 

“Name?” The woman sat back down. Her hands were already typing at the keyboard. 

“Lan Wangji.” 

The woman’s hands stopped, an eyebrow arching. 

“The Lans do not take kindly to lying.” 

“I’m not lying!” Wei Wuxian felt a swell of outrage. Sure, he hadn’t dressed very fancy today (much to Nie Huaisang’s disappointment) but it was kind of hard to muster the energy when all he really wanted to do was hide in their nest. “Lan Zhan is my mate! I brought him lunch.” He held up the to-go bag. 

“Uh huh,” The woman replied, her eyes flickering over Wei Wuxian’s shoulder. His gaze followed, seeing the security guard still approaching him. His hand was still on his gun. 

“Just call him, he can set this whole thing straight.” 

“Just call the VP of the company, sure I’ll do that right away.” The woman said with a patronizing smile. “In the meantime you can wait outside.” 

Wei Wuxian flinched away as he felt the security guard’s hand fall on his shoulder. 

“Don’t touch me,” He reflexively bristled. “Please.” He added as he realized he was panicking, he needed to stay calm. “I just want to see my mate! I brought him lunch.” He repeated. “You can check it! It’s tofu dumplings, cause he said he hadn’t found any in the city he liked yet!” He babbled as he held out the bag. “And then I saw these tofu donut bites, and I thought they’d be weird but they weren’t. He likes sweets, and I thought he’d like to try them.” 

“Sir, you’ll need to leave the lobby or I will call the police.” 

“Can you just deliver it to him then?” Wei Wuxian held the bag out. The paper crinkled under his white knuckles. 

“Both you and the bag will be leaving.” The guard progressed on him. “Now.” 

“Wuxian?” Wei Wuxian nearly wept in relief when he turned to see Lan Xichen. “What are you doing here, is everything alright?” 

Wei Wuxian winced as he remembered the last time Lan Xichen had seen him he’d been naked and sobbing his eyes out. He couldn’t think of anything that screamed mental break down more. Well, except maybe crying cause they wouldn’t let him up to see Lan Wangji. 

“I just wanted to bring Lan Zhan lunch,” He held up the now very beaten up bag. “I was out with Huaisang, and I saw something on the menu I thought he’d like.” 

“How thoughtful of you,” Lan Xichen smiled. “I can take him from here.” He added to the security guard. “This way,” He gestured towards the elevators. 

“Sorry for causing problems,” Wei Wuxian chuckled nervously as he crossed the lobby with Lan Xichen. He swore he could feel everyone’s eyes on him. “Guess I didn’t really think this through.” His hands went back to rolling the top of the to go bag. 

“I’m sure he’ll be thrilled to see you.” Lan Xichen replied as he held his arm out in front of the elevator, letting Wei Wuxian go past him into it. His badge made the elevator beep as he swiped it before pressing the top level. “I don’t think he’s ever had visitors, it must be why he didn’t think to give reception your name.” 

“I should have called him,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “It just seemed like a good idea to try to surprise him.” 

“What did you bring him?” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian perked up. “We had tofu tacos the other night, and they were really good. So we were talking about tofu in general. He made the comment that he hadn’t been able to find a good dumpling with tofu. I know you can just get veggie dumplings, but he said your mom loved pork dumplings. Low and behold when I met up with Huaisang for lunch, the menu had pork style tofu dumplings!” 

“Are they good?” 

“I don’t know,” Wei Wuxian admitted. “I wanted to wait and try them with him. The donut tofu bites are actually really good though. They also had some really good soup.” 

“Donut tofu bites?” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “I tried them. Then I figured, since Lan Zhan likes his sweets he’d want to try them.” 

“You’re getting to know his food preferences quite well.” 

“Well yeah,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “He’s my mate. I can’t shower him in presents, I mean I could but it feels wrong since I’d be spending his own money. Even then, I’ve noticed Lan Zhan appreciates gestures and experiences more.” He bit his lip as he glanced at Lan Xichen. “Can I let you in on a secret?” 

“Please, I love secrets.” Lan Xichen smiled back. 

“Okay, so Lan Zhan got a new switch cause he wanted the Animal Crossing one,” Wei Wuxian’s voice dropped. “So his old switch became my stream switch, since you can only have one island per switch. Since I’m basically making my aesthetic on the stream one, I decided to redo the island on my personal switch but I needed an idea. Then I realized, what better idea than the gardens?” 

“The gardens?” 

“Your mother’s,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Although, you’ll have to forgive me. Instead of Huan, I’ll be doing Zhan and Ying. And,” He dug out his phone. “I’ve enlisted Huaisang’s help. Lan Zhan has these robes in the game he loves. He helped me find someone to commission a set of them, and then I picked one of my favorite outfits and did the same.” He pulled up the references he’d saved. “By the time they’re done, I should have the island done! I thought it would be cute if we did two photo shoots, one in real life and one in game.” He looked up with a grin at Lan Xichen, only to find a blank stare. “You think it’s stupid?” He felt himself deflating. 

It would still be fun, he tried to reassure himself. Just cause Lan Xichen didn’ jump at the idea didn’t mean Lan Wangji wouldn’t. Granted this was his first time pitching it to someone who wasn’t a hopeless romantic like Nie Huaisang. Wei Wuxian just saw how much Lan Wangji loved the game. Ever since he found out multiple villagers could live on an island he’d even staked out a spot for Lan Wangji’s house to go. He chewed on his lip, he thought it was such a good idea. 

“It’s an interesting idea for your stream,” Lan Xichen offered a polite smile. It left Wei Wuxian to blink confusedly when he looked up at him. 

“It isn’t?” He offered nervously. “Did I confuse you? This island is on my personal switch, it’s just for Lan Zhan and me. I thought since we didn’t have engagement photos, and we'd bonded over Animal Crossing that it would be a cute idea.” 

The elevator dinged, announcing they’d arrived on their floor. 

“Do you think he’s going to hate it?” The to-go bag in Wei Wuxian’s hands wrinkled as he began to roll it again. 

“Forgive my misunderstanding,” Lan Xichen seemed to be assessing him. “I’m sure he’ll love it.” Wei Wuxian grinned as he sighed with relief. “Now, let’s get you past Wangji’s secretary, shall we?” 

Wei Wuxian followed Lan Xichen down the hallway, his eyes tracking over the space. It was massive, a desk placed shortly after the elevator. It gave way to a floor with a handful of cubicles, but most of the floor was taken up by massive offices. Wei Wuxian perked up as he began to be able to pick up Lan Wangji’s sandalwood, his feet picking up as he followed it. 

He forgot that he needed Lan Xichen to get past the secretary until he was stopped by them. 

“It’s alright, this is Wangji’s husband.” 

“I brought him lunch!” Wei Wuxian grinned as he held up the bag. He peered past the desk, see a large glass door. His grin grew larger as he saw Lan Wangji seated behind a white desk. 

“He hasn’t gone on break yet.” The secretary hesitated. 

“Then I’m sure Wuxian can remind him it’s time for one,” Lan Xichen inclined his head. 

“Yes sir,” The secretary nodded. 

Wei Wuxian bounced as he darted for the door, pulling it open. 

“I said I wasn-” Lan Wangji’s irritated tone was cut off as he saw Wei Wuxian. Wei Wuxian grinned as he watched Lan Wangji’s entire face shift.  

“Can I come in?” 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji pushed back from his desk. “What are you doing here?” Worry was evident in his voice. 

“Huaisang and I were out for lunch, and the place had dumplings. I thought we could try them! I also found these really good tofu donut bites.” He slid into the office, letting the door close with a thud behind him. “And just maybe I wanted to see you?” 

“How did you get up here?” Lan Wangji met him halfway, moving them in the direction of the couch in his office. 

“Xichen,” Wei Wuxian explained. “Not for your security’s lack of trying though.” 

“I’ll give them your name for next time.” 

“Next time?” Wei Wuxian beamed. “Did I just get permission to come visit you at work whenever I want?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji humed, reeling Wei Wuxian flush to him. He giggled as Lan Wangji kissed him. 

One kiss turned into two, then three. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian laughed. “The dumplings are going to be cold!” 

“Let them,” Lan Wangji hummed, kissing him again. 

“But I wanted to try them, they won’t be good cold.” Wei Wuxian put on his best pout. It pulled a low sigh from Lan Wangji, but he loosened his hold. Only so he could pull Wei Wuxian down into his lap on the couch. “Work going okay?” Wei Wuxian questioned as he started pulling out the various boxes. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji gave a disgruntled grunt. 

“I’m sorry baobei ,” Wei Wuxian pressed a kiss to his cheek. He popped open the dumpling container, cracking the chopsticks with his other hand. He deftly lifted one up to Lan Wangji’s lips. He waited as Lan Wangji chewed. “Is it good?” 

“Try it,” Lan Wangji hummed. Wei Wuxian’s eyes narrowed as he tried to distinguish if he was in for something good or not. 

Eventually, Wei Wuxian had to give in and take a bite for himself. He sighed as he chewed. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t great. He definitely could peg it as tofu too. Still, they had to be eaten. He let out a surprise hum when Lan Wangji leaned out to take another bite. 

“Lan Zhan, you don’t have to eat them.” 

“They aren’t bad.” Lan Wangji replied simply. 

“They aren’t great either,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “I’m going to find some that will knock your socks off.” He hummed as he finished off the dumpling. “I also brought you soup!” He hummed as he leaned for it. 

“”Shame, my hands are full.” Lan Wangji said in an even tone. His hands settled on Wei Wuxian’s waist. Wei Wuxian chuckled as he popped open the soup, settling in to feed Lan Wangji. He couldn’t help but smile, at least he never had to worry about showing Lan Wangji affection in public. 

“I should have asked Xichen about the dress code for that dinner thing,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he realized it. “Although Huaisang already has so many ideas, he even tried to convince me to go shopping!” 

“You haven’t bought anything new in a while,” Lan Wangji replied. Wei Wuxian snorted, he supposed the only way Lan Wangji could be more eager would be if Wei Wuxian told him Nie Huaisang really wanted to take him lingerie shopping. 

“Here I thought you Lans were supposed to be frugal.” Wei Wuxian teased as he threw an arm around Lan Wangji’s shoulders, making sure the soup stayed level. He couldn’t help running his free hand through Lan Wangji’s hair. Breaking up the stiff gel he’d used to style it. 

“We spend it on what we think is important.” 

“Aw, are you saying I’m important?” Wei Wuxian teased. 

“Necessary for life,” Lan Wangji hummed back before kissing him. Wei Wuxian felt his face flush. 

“Romantic sap,” Wei Wuxian repeated back, stealing another peck. 

In Wei Wuxian’s defense, it was Lan Wangji who chased Wei Wuxian’s lips. It was Lan Wangji who deepened it. It didn’t make the stiff cough that broke them apart any less awkward. Wei Wuxian jerked to look at the door, his whole face flushing as he realized Lan Qiren was standing in it. 

“I take it this is the reason why there is a parade of workers trailing up and down the hall?” Lan Qiren questioned. 

“Uncle Lan!” Wei Wuxian tried to cover. He watched the old man’s face spasm at the title. “Tofu donut bite?” Lan Wangji’s hands tightened around his waist, as if to keep him from going too far. They only relaxed as he realized Wei Wuxian was going for the styrofoam box. “I brought Lan Zhan lunch.” He added further in explanation as he popped open the container. 

“Is this to become a habit?” Lan Qiren’s eyebrow raised. 

“Um, maybe?” Wei Wuxian cringed. He got that trademark Lan stare. 

“Uncle, I’m on my lunch break.” Lan Wangji spoke softly. “Wei Ying can visit if he wishes.” His thumb gently rubbed against Wei Wuxian’s side. 

“I can try not to,” Wei Wuxian muttered. “I just saw the dumplings and thought of you.” 

“It isn’t a problem,” Lan Wangji hummed back. “The novelty will wear off for the workers.” Lan Qiren let out a guff at that. “I apologize that they disturbed your work Uncle.” 

“Shouldn’t you be doing that streaming on that switch? Or has that not panned out?”

“Twitch,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “We play on the switch,” He couldn’t help but correct. “It’s been going good! There wasn’t a big turn out for the first coding night, but the ones who did tune in asked good questions. I’m just worried that by the time people do tune in it’ll be too complicated for them to jump into.” He sighed. “Nie Huaisang suggested just making it a youtube series, but providing nights where they can come and ask questions on stream. It’s a good idea, but I think I’m going to try the streaming format for a bit just to see how it works.” 

“This series,” Lan Qiren questioned. “Would it be like a class?” 

“More or less,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Right now I’m using the process of coding a simple game, but once that’s done I want to do mods on existing video games since it’s what i”m known for. If there’s continued interest we’ll move into something bigger.” 

“Which would be?” 

“A more complicated game,” Wei Wuxian explained. He paused trying to think how to explain it to him. “You remember pong or pac man? That’s what I mean by simple. A basic mario game would be on that end of the spectrum as well. I’d love to take them into something more complicated like Pokemon, since you can get away without 3d modeling. Plus, that format is a good way to break into a larger rpg style.” 

“RPG?” Lan Qiren questioned. 

“Role playing game,” Wei Wuxian explained. “They’re very popular.” 

“Do these RPGs have educational value?” 

“They could,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “An RPG is what you make it, it can be as educational or as un-educational as you want. You already know my thoughts on trying to create a game to help with stroke patients, but it would be just as easy to create one to teach history or science.” 

“Hm,” Lan Qiren seemed to regard him for a moment. 

“Was there something else you needed Uncle?” Lan Wangji questioned. Wei Wuxian could almost hear the huffiness in his tone. The thumb rubbing against Wei Wuxian’s side was now unmistakably a request for attention. 

“No,” Lan Qiren replied. “I’ll leave you two to your lunch.” 

Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but chuckle as he turned his full attention back to Lan Wangji, lifting up a sugared donut bite to his lips. He could almost see Lan Wangji preening at the attention. 

“You know, I’m definitely not going to run off with your Uncle right?” He teased as he brushed some of the sugar off of Lan Wangji’s lips. “Honestly I’m surprised he remembered my coding night at all.” 

“You got his interest.” 

“With video games?” 

“With teaching.” 

“Huh,” Wei Wuxian blinked as he glanced back to the doorway. Was he supposed to take that as a peace offering from the old man? “Does this mean I have to remember something he’s doing? Or like a hobby?” 

“If you wish.” 

“I don’t want to be rude, Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian pouted. “I’m part of your pack now, I should probably be on good terms with its members.” The deeper concern reared its head, that the rest of the pack might not accept him. He hadn’t really focused too much on winning Lan Xichen or Lan Qiren over, just because he didn’t see them as often. Maybe he should try to plan a family outing. 

“You are doing fine.” 

“Fine, he says.” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Sometimes I forget you're the youngest child.” He teased as he snuggled closer to Lan Wangji, letting out a hum of thanks as Lan Wangji lifted a donut bite to his lips. 

When Lan Wangji chose to brush off the sugar with his own lips, Wei Wuxian was far from complaining. His eyes drifted closed as he took a deep breath of sandalwood, letting it take away some of his tension from the worries that lead up to the visit. 

“Long afternoon?” Wei Wuxian hummed without opening his eyes. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji replied negatively. “Just paperwork.” 

“That’s good,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “Anything you want for dinner?” 

“You,” Lan Wangji nipped at his jaw line. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but snort. 

“Come on, we both know I’m desert.” He teased. 

“I do love desert.” 

“I know you do,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he kissed him. “I’m glad you could make time for me today.” He murmured, trying to phrase it as something other than a thank you. 

“I am glad you came to see me.” Lan Wangji hummed back, kissing him again. “Made my day brighter.” 

“Just like you make mine,” Wei Wuxian teased fondly. “Any chance you’ll be home early?” He tried not to seem eager as he played with the hair at the nape of Lan Wangji’s neck. 

“I will try.” Lan Wangji replied. “Do you have plans?”
“No,” Wei Wuxian admitted, feeling his nerves tightening around his chest like a band. “I just missed you a lot yesterday.” And this morning, and I will again when I go home. 

“You could invite Wen Ning over.” 

“It’s not the same,” Wei Wuxian admitted. “I’m missing you, not lonely.’

“I,” Lan Wangji paused. “I don’t have any meetings this afternoon, if you wish to remain here.” 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. “You can do that?” 
“If you do not interfere with my work, I do not see why not.” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“Ah, there’s where this little plan falls apart!” Wei Wuxian laughed. “You find me just breathing distraction.” 

“You breathe very sexily.” 

Wei Wuxian cackled. 

“You laugh sexy too.” 

“Is everything I do sexy to you?” Wei Wuxian hummed, a joyful buzz running through his system. 

“Extremely,” Lan Wangji hummed pressing a kiss just below Wei Wuxian’s ear. 

“And so you are going to be able to resist me, just sexily sitting and breathing on your couch.” Wei Wuxian grinned. 

“It will be a challenge,” Lan Wangji hummed, his nose dragging along Wei Wuxian’s jaw line. “Worthy of a reward.” 

“Rewards are usually offered, not requested.” Wei Wuxian teased. It earned him a nip at his pulse point. “But I’m sure after a whole afternoon of sitting here, I’ll manage to come up with something. Not to mention it saves me an uber.” 

He laughed as he felt the purr rumble out of Lan Wangji’s chest. He stole a few more kisses before Lan Wangji slunk back to his desk, leaving Wei Wuxian to stretch out on the couch. He sighed as his lungs filled with sandalwood, a comforting reminder. 

It didn’t take long for his attention to wander to Lan Wangji’s office. Only to realize in horror how boring it was. It was all modern, the color scheme of white, glass and chrome. The only painting looked like it belonged in a hotel room. Pretty, but one in a thousand and devoid of personality with a monotone grey color palette. He looked at Lan Wangji’s desk, seeing nothing but the necessities. No photo frames, or personal touches unless he counted the briefcase propped open. The glass and chrome bookcases had a few awards set out, the lower half devoted to fancy file boxes. In his white suit, Lan Wangji blended right in. His stiff posture made him seem like a statue, the hands moving papers in front of him the only sign he wasn’t. 

“What is it?” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“You’re supposed to be ignoring me and working.” 

“I am working and talking to you,” Lan Wangji replied simply. 

“Your office,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “It’s just kind of boring isn’t it?” 

“It was this way when I took it over.” 

“And you didn’t think to change it?” 

“It serves its purpose.” 

“But it’s boring.” 

“Then change it.” 

“Really?” Wei Wuxian straightened. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. “Just keep it appropriate.” 

“Roger that!” Wei Wuxian beamed as he turned his attention to his phone. His fingers tapped away as he started to search. He was going to make Lan Wangji the coolest office. 

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“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured as he crouched by the couch in his office. He got an adorable whine and a scrunched nose as his mate buried his face further into his arms. Lan Wangji could only smile, reaching out to pick up Wei Wuxian’s phone from where it fell. The screen lit up, surprising Lan Wangji with a picture of himself. 

Lan Wangji couldn’t imagine a time when he wasn’t paying attention to Wei Wuxian, but he apparently had long enough for Wei Wuxian to catch a photo of him. He was wearing the tank top Wei Wuxian loved because, in his words, ‘it gave him unfettered access to those titties’. His head tilted down at the switch in his hands, the sun lighting up his features in a way that almost looked like a painting. Surprisingly, a soft curve of a smile was on his lips. 

The last Lan Wangji had noticed Wei Wuxian’s lock screen had been concept art from Grand Master of Demonic Cultivation. He looked up at Wei Wuxian, gently reaching out to tuck a stray piece of hair away. 

Something had changed the day he told Wei Wuxian he loved him, he didn’t have to be a genius to pick up on that. He wondered if Wei Wuxian’s purring had something to do with it, but he couldn’t believe Wei Wuxian had never purred at the Jiangs. He had an easier time believing he never felt safe with the Jiangs. It was hard to feel like you belonged when newspapers called you a ward. A word a newspaper most likely used at the request of the family. 

But why not purr around Jiang Yanli? Wei Wuxian idolized her. She cared for him through his presentation, his nightmares. Why had he been convinced purring only happened after sex? He felt the tickle of an idea form in the back of his mind. Wei Wuxian had asked how the pack bond felt. Why would he ask? 

Unless he didn’t have one for reference. 

His pack deprivation drove him to seek contact, to form a pack bond. For him to live with the Jiangs for so long and not form one, it would have to be planned. Lan Wangji shook his head, the Jiangs were Wei Wuxian’s past. What was important now was Wei Wuxian’s future. Lan Wangji tucked Wei Wuxian’s phone away, before gathering the sleeping omega in his arms. 

“I see someone stayed for more than lunch.” Lan Xichen’s voice chuckled as Lan Wangji headed for the elevator. 

“He needed it,” Lan Wangji murmured. 

“Needed a nap on that god awful couch in your office?” Lan Xichen snorted as they stepped into the elevator. They lapsed into silence as the elevator descended. The few stops it made those on the other side gave them one look, and suddenly forgot something at their desk. 

Lan Wangji didn’t speak until he’d tucked Wei Wuxian in the car. The door closed and his conversation with Lan Xichen without risk of waking Wei Wuxian up. After their fight the other day, the last thing he wanted to do was turn to Lan Xichen. 

But the fight had also reminded Lan Wangji that he had very few friends which he could turn to. 

“He’s processing.” Lan Wangji finally decided to admit. 

“Processing what?”

“I’m not sure.” 

“He hasn’t told you?” Lan Wangji could hear the judgment in Lan Xichen’s tone. 

“ Ge ,” Lan Wangji started. “He told me he never purred at the Jiangs.” 

The silence was deafening. 

“Wangji, are you sure?” 

“He had a panic attack when it lasted for more than an hour after sex,” Lan Wangji admitted. “He thought it only happened for omegas then.” 

“He must have heard the Jiangs purring.” 

“I do not think so.” Lan Wangji hesitated. “I do not think they had a formal pack bond.” 

“He lived with them for years, Wangji!” 

“I don’t understand myself.” Lan Wangji inclined his head. “But I think the realization has scared him.” 

“So when you said he needed it, you meant he needed to be near you.” Lan Xichen connected. Lan Wangji nodded. “Is he doubting his relationship with the Jiangs?” 

“They are his family,” Lan Wangji hummed, looking back to where Wei Wuxian’s head was resting against the window. His face still peacefully slack with sleep. “He loves them, and although he is strange at expressing it Jiang Wanyin does love him like a brother. His perspective is just changing. All I can do is support him until he is ready.” 

“Are you sure it is wise letting him cling to you like this?” 

“I am his mate,” Lan Wangji replied. 

“Wangji, this clinging isn’t the same as love.” 

“Do you not think I know that?” Lan Wangji felt the first embers of anger. He should have known this would end up here. “Despite your connotations, I am not unworthy of love.” 

“Wangji I don’t mean it like that.” 

“It does not matter what you mean,” Lan Wangji snapped back. “Because that is how you make me feel every time you remind me.” 

“ Didi of course you’re lovable.” 

“Then why do you keep acting like Wei Ying will never be capable of loving me?”

Lan Wangji’s attention broke away from Lan Xichen as he saw movement in the car. He watched Wei Wuxian slowly blink as he woke, before his gaze locked on Lan Wangji’s though the car window. The car door opened a second later. 

“Lan Zhan?” Wei Wuxian yawned. “Did I fall asleep?” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji stepped closer, dropping a kiss on the top of his head. “Just saying goodbye to ge .” 

“Sorry for the trouble,” Wei Wuxian looked at Lan Xichen. “And thanks for helping me get past security earlier.” 

“No problem,” Lan Xichen hesitated for just a moment. Short enough that Lan Wangji was sure he was the only one who caught it. “It’s what packs are for.” 

Lan Wangji could almost feel Wei Wuxian still at his brother’s words. Lan Wangji resisted glaring, knowing it would tip Wei Wuxian off about their conversation. If he hadn’t already put the pieces together himself. 

“I hope you two enjoy your evening.” 

“Goodnight,” Lan Wangji said as his own goodbye.

“Wait,” Wei Wuxian almost lurched out of the car stopping Lan Xichen’s parting. “I,” He glanced at Lan Wangji. “I was wondering if there was something we could all do together, with Uncle Lan.” His hands tightened on the edge of the car door, an air of nervousness leaking out of him. “I know the dinner didn’t go over great, but I thought if there was something more active we could all do together. Like golfing or something? I don’t golf, but it seems like something you guys might do.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji couldn’t hide his surprise. 

“Uncle is very fond of the orchestra,” Lan Xichen offered after a moment. “As is Wangji.” 

“What about you?” 

“I enjoy it.” 

Lan Wangji watched Wei Wuxian’s hands loosen on the car door. A smile grew on his face as he nodded. 

“Cool, I’ll see if I can get us all tickets or something.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured. “We all have season tickets.” 

“Oh,” Wei Wuxian’s eyes widened. 

“I’ll see when Uncle is free,” Lan Xichen paused. “I will also see if he is opening his talents to golf, since you're interested.” He shot a look at Lan Wangji. Lan Wangji couldn’t help but wince. Wei Wuxian had no idea what he was walking into by bringing that up.  

“I mean I’ve never played, but that’s like a thing rich people do right?” 

“It is,” Lan Wangji hesitated. “Uncle has always wanted to get into it.” 

“Maybe you two could golf together,” Lan Xichen beamed. “I’ll text with details on the orchestra!” He raised a hand in parting as he headed off to his own car. 

“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” Wei Wuxian questioned Lan Wangji. 

“Uncle has tried to get Lan Xichen and I to golf.” 

“Unsuccessfully?” 

“Mn.” 

“Well, I’ll try anything once I suppose.” Wei Wuxian hummed. “He’ll be the kids' grandpa, I’d like for us to get along for them.” 

Lan Wangji couldn’t resist kissing him for that. 

“About this reward,” Wei Wuxian crowded into Lan Wangji’s space. A sly grin creeping across his face. 

“I’m listening.”

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Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but smile as he made his way into the house, hoisting the bags a little higher into the crook of his elbow as he texted with his other hand. Firing a saved kitten meme back to Wen Qionglin, before moving onto the snap from Lan Wangji. He couldn’t help the devious grin at Lan Wangji’s reply from a photo of Wei Wuxian’s shopping bags. 

It was merely his name, but he could practically hear the tone Lan Wangji would say it in. That exasperated growl that meant he was getting close to the end of his rope. Wei Wuxian knew putting the bag from the lingerie store in front was a good idea. The thought of the bag tucked away in between his others brought nervous butterflies to his stomach. 

He’d dressed up to go out on dates with Lan Wangji, but most of his ‘surprises’ had been that he wasn't wearing underwear. He’d been hesitant to spend money on something so frivolous, but Nie Huaisang had talked him into it. He’d spun it as a long term investment. 

Wei Wuxian didn’t have the heart to tell him Lan Wangji probably was going to rip them to shreds. Maybe Wei Wuxian should put a stipulation on the destruction, like maybe Lan Wangji could only use his teeth. Golden eyes burning as they looked up at him, the white silk tie between his kissed red lips . 

Wei Wuxian palmed his crotch as he hurried a bit faster for the house. He thought his libedo had gone crazy when he first moved in with Lan Wangji. Now, practically off his suppressants, he was surprised his cock wasn’t chafed from how many times he had to jerk off during the day. He made a mental note to bring it up to Dr. Wen. Maybe it was just a side effect of his upcoming heat. 

Even just thinking about it was making Wei Wuxian hot. 

He picked up speed as he headed towards the house, squeezing himself through his pants again. Why the fuck did Lan Wangji have to work until five? It was gonna be torture to wait. Maybe he should listen to Nie Huaisang and get a dildo, his fingers really did nothing for him now that he was used to having Lan Wangji. 

At least he could sext him in revenge. 

“Wuxian!” 

The sound of his brother’s voice cut through his thoughts, causing Wei Wuxian’s head to jerk up. He tried not to panic as he saw Jiang Cheng jogging towards him. It wasn’t that he was avoiding his brother, it was just well. 

What did you say to someone once you realized you were never part of their pack? 

Even now, he felt himself searching. Hoping that the conclusion he’d arrived at was false, that it was a big mistake and there was another reason. Even now, with Jiang Cheng a few feet away from him he couldn’t feel anything like what Lan Wangji had described his bonds to feel like. He could feel the golden link connecting him and Lan Wangji, despite the distance between them. 

It was the nail in the coffin. 

“A-Cheng, what are you doing here?” Wei Wuxian hummed, hoping his tone didn’t seem different. 

“It was strongly suggested I take a day off.” Jiang Cheng scoffed. “I’d stopped by the house but you weren’t in.” His eyes fell to the bags on Wei Wuxian’s arm. 

“I had a shopping date with Huaisang.” 

“Nie Huaisang?” Jiang Cheng questioned. 

“Mm,” Wei Wuxian nodded. “Don’t you remember? I told you he elected himself my personal stylist.” 

“So that’s why you're dressed like that?” Jiang Cheng’s eyes dropped to Wei Wuxian’s body. Wei Wuxian was wearing another jumpsuit, this one of linen with shorts and a sleeveless top with a mandarin collar. Wei Wuxian had popped a good deal of the buttons open. 

“Huaisang has a dress code for shopping trips,” Wei Wuxian joked. “Besides it was easy to get on and off for trying on clothes, and the cats loved it.” 

“Cats?” 

“Mn, we met Wen Ning at the cat cafe afterwards,” He hummed. “Talked some strategies about my streaming.” 

“Wen Ning?” 

“A friend,” Wei Wuxian explained. “He’s actually an omega like I am and he loves video games. He’s one of my mods for the channel.” 

“Your streaming going well?” Jiang Cheng questioned. “I keep meaning to tune in, I just lose track of time.” 

“No worries, A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian smiled. “It’s going good, I’m actually starting to see some viewer growth. Huaisang is thinking amping my presence up on social media will help, and I hate to think he might be right. We’re even debating adding another night.” 

“I’ll try to check in next week,” Jiang Cheng offered, a touch of guilt in his tone. 

“Oh, actually I’m going to be off next week.” Wei Wuxian felt himself flush slightly. “Which reminds me,” He coughed. “Lan Wangji was wondering if you’d be okay with us putting you up in a hotel all of next week?” 

“What? Why?” Jiang Cheng’s brow furrowed as he followed him in. 

“My heat is next week.” 

“So why do I have to go to a hotel?” 

“Well, we aren’t sure how either of us are going to react.” Wei Wuxian felt himself blushing. The night after the Lan corp dinner flashed into Wei Wuxian’s mind. The primal excitement, the instincts that pushed them to chase each other through the garden. “We figured putting you in a hotel would keep you from seeing anything. Also, we both know Lan Wangji’s already a bit territorial and with his instincts in overdrive.” Wei Wuxian sighed. “We just rather be safe than sorry.” 

“If you want me to move out-” 

“A-Cheng no!” Wei Wuxian jumped to cut him off. “It’s just,” He broke off with a groan. “Lan Zhan and I don’t always keep to our bedroom. On top of it I’ve never spent a heat with anyone. I could be the restless type. If we happen to be on the grounds, and he smells you,” He broke off with a red face. 

“Why would you be on the grounds? That seems like a terrible place to spend your heat. Do I need to have a talk with him?” 

“A-Cheng,” Wei Wuxian let out a mortified groan. “I like being chased.” 

He swore he saw Jiang Cheng blue screen. 

“What?” Jiang Cheng stuttered. “Why does that matter?” 

“Because he likes chasing me,” Wei Wuxian hoped he didn’t have to spell it out. “A-Cheng, it’s just a precaution.” His face felt as hot as the sun as he turned to continue his way into the house. “There’s a chance I’ll be a nest omega, and you spend the week in a nice hotel for nothing. There’s also a chance Lan Zhan will go into a rut.” He ran a hand through his hair. “I just,” He broke off. 

“You just what?” Wei Wuxian could hear Jiang Cheng bristling, which in turn made him bristle. “I can take a hint A-Xian. I’ll start looking for an apartment.” 

“Why does everything have to be about you?!” Anger rolled out of Wei Wuxian. “I just want to spend my heat like a normal omega. Not having to worry I’ll scar my brother for life or that Lan Zhan wil!” Wei Wuxian rounded on Jiang Cheng. 

Only for it to fizzle out as he saw Jiang Cheng’s stunned face. He sighed as cold nauseous guilt took its place. He caught his lower lip with his teeth as he sighed, a hand coming up to rub his temple. 

“I’m sorry A-Cheng. With weaning off my suppressants I’ve been all kinds of moody.” 

“You snap at Lan Wangji like that?” 

“No,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “But I cried for like half an hour when he pretended he wouldn’t give me the counterfeit terracotta soldier statue in animal crossing.” He admitted. “Do you want to come in? I found out Lan Zhan has this thing that makes anything bubbly, so I’ve got a shit ton of different juices to play with it.” 

Wei Wuxian hated how Jiang Cheng hesitated, but he saw his brother take a breath. 

“He still got you on that health kick?” He questioned as he nodded, moving to walk alongside Wei Wuxian. 

“He ate pretty healthy before I showed up,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “But it is good for my health, and we get some pretty tasty dishes out of it. Besides, we sneak some junk food every now and again.” He winked as he made his way into the house. A beat of silence fell between them as Wei Wuxian set his bags on the stairs.  

“I didn’t mean to make it about me,” Jiang Cheng caught Wei Wuxian off guard as he moved towards the kitchen. 

“I know, A-Cheng.” Wei Wuxian smiled softly at him. “I didn’t mean to snap. You know I like having you in the guest house so I can come see you.” 

“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng nodded softly. “I should have realized that. I just worry I’m mooching.” 

“Please,” Wei Wuxian snorted. “Lan Zhan said he and Xichen considered selling it off, but neither of them were fond of breaking up the estate. Not to mention I think Lan Zhan would hate having someone living there that wasn’t family. I think-” 

Wei Wuxian broke off as his ears prickled, the sound of the front door opening. From the way Jiang Cheng snapped to attention he heard it too. The two of them shared a look as they shifted to hide on either side of the doorway, peering out it at the door opening. 

“Expecting anyone?” Jiang Cheng mouthed. Wei Wuxian shook his head, feeling his pulse start to rabbit. 

He took a deep breath to calm himself as the door began to open, only to have it take all the tension away. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian laughed as he barreled towards his husband. It grew louder as Lan Wangji caught him, spinning him around slightly as he stole a kiss. “What are you doing home so early?” 

“Computer systems went down, so we are doing the system update earlier.” 

“I hope you let everyone go home early,” Wei Wuxian pouted. 

“We did.” 

“Good,” Wei Wuxian broke back off into a grin, leaning in to give Lan Wangji another peck as reinforcement. “Jiang Cheng just stopped by, we were gonna mess with the bubbles, do you want any?” 

“I’ll make myself some tea.” 

“We could make it bubbly.” Wei Wuxian prodded with a grin. 

“Not everything needs to be bubbly.” Lan Wangji replied with a fond huff. 

“Yes it does,” Wei Wuxain beamed. “At least until my fascination with this wears off.” He giggled as he gave Lan Wangji another peak before he moved to scurry off to the kitchen. Only to be caught by Lan Wangji again, a kiss pressed to the back of his neck. His hands sliding around Wei Wuxian’s middle. 

As if they were looking to see if lingerie might be lurking under Wei Wuxian’s clothes. Wei Wuxian wiggled out of his grasp, swatting at his hands. He rolled his eyes at his brother, a large grin taking up his face. 

“Wanyin.” Lan Wangji finally greeted him. 

“Wangji,” Jiang Cheng nodded in return. 

“Are you going to stay long A-Cheng?” Wei Wuxian made conversation as he led the way to the kitchen. 

“I don’t have to.” 

“Nonsense!” Wei Wuxian grinned. “It’s been a bit since you’ve been over for dinner, and even longer since we got the chance to hang out! I was just wondering if you're going to be here for dinner.” 

“If that’s alright.” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji hummed in consent. 

“ Baobei, do you want to bring the stream switch down?” Wei Wuxian called over his shoulder as he grabbed the bottles for the bubble machine. “We can test if we’re up to Mario Kart yet,” He waved his left hand as he moved over to the fridge. 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji’s voice was suddenly in his ear, pressing a kiss just above it. A reassuring warmth against his back.  

“Maybe grab some of our other co-ops in case we aren’t,” Wei Wuxian turned, pressing a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek. “Okay, so we’ve got basically every juice under the sun, except for the thick ones like tomato juice. Pick your poison, A-Cheng.” 

“Got any sour plum?” 

“Old man juice coming right up,” Wei Wuxian teased as he grabbed it. He grabbed a lemonade for himself. 

“So is all that because of your suppressants too?” 

“All of what?” Wei Wuxian hummed.

“You kissed like twelve times in five minutes.” 

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “Lan Zhan just likes to clean his senses out after work now that my scent is back.” 

“So that is you I’m smelling.” 

“Yup,” Wei Wuxian smiled as he pressed the button on the machine. “We haven’t been controlling our scents much in the house, is it bothering you?” 

“I can deal.” Jiang Cheng shrugged. “It’s your house after all.” 

“Well let me know if it does start to bother you,” Wei Wuxian held out Jiang Cheng’s juice. “I like it.” He sighed as he started his own bubbles. “But it does mean we’ve bought another TV, it’ll be in the sitting room.” He gestured. “I suppose you could call it the TV room or the family room now.” 

“The mansion never smelt like this,” Jiang Cheng mused. It took Wei Wuxian a moment to make the connection. 

“I mean Madam Yu and Uncle Jiang weren’t as affectionate as we are,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he sat down on the settee in the sitting room. He could smell the softest trace of his and Lan Wangji’s scents, as this is where they sat whenever Wen Ning and Nie Huaisang were over. 

“Gross.” 

“What?” Wei Wuxian blinked. 

“Just call it sex,” Jiang Cheng grimaced as he sat in one of the arm chairs. “Actually no, just don’t mention that and our parents in the same sentence.” 

“A-Cheng!” Wei Wuxian blanched himself. “I didn’t mean that! I just mean like scenting!” 

“Oh,” Jiang Cheng blinked. “Yeah, I suppose we kind of grew out of that by the time you came along.” 

“Grew out?” Wei Wuxian blinked. 

“Yeah, I mean mom and dad used to do it when we were kids,” Jiang Cheng shrugged. “But you know, we grew out of it.” 

“No one grows out of scenting.” Wei Wuxian shot back. “Why else is it a form of affection? Are you saying you grow out of hugs?”

“That’s different.” 

“Hah!” 

“What?!” 

“That’s what you always say when you realize I’m right and you don’t want to admit it.” Wei Wuxain cackled. 

“It’s not!”
“Is to!

“Is not!” 

“Is too,” Wei Wuxian cackled as he threw a pillow at Jiang Cheng.

“You!” Jiang Cheng caught it, throwing it back. He sent his own from his own couch shortly after for good measure. 

Just in time for it to sail into Lan Wangji’s face. Wei Wuxian cackled as he saw the stone cold glare Lan Wangji gave Jiang Cheng, launching his own pillow at his husband. It bounced off his face with a dull thud. 

“Children.” Lan Wangji sighed, his glare turning almost fond toward Wei Wuxian.

“You're right, we should be settling this argument the way adults do.” Wei Wuxian became a mock serious. “With Mario Kart!” He bounced up to take the switch from Lan Wangji. He gave him a kiss on the cheek as he slid by to set it in the dock that lived permanently downstairs. Lan Wangji had already distributed the controllers by the time Wei Wuxian was wiggling in next to him. His own wireless animal crossing controller in his hand, with Wei Wuxian’s red see through one waiting for him. 

He still found himself holding his breath until they started. Once the first race counted down, it was like nothing had changed. Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng volleyed barbs back and forth at each other like green shells, with Lan Wangji’s occasional barb landing like a blue one. 

Jiang Cheng was still his family.

The might not be a pack in the traditional sense, there wasn’t that tether of warmth Lan Wangji talked about, but there was still a bond there. Wei Wuxian was ridiculous for thinking a lack of a biological response meant Jiang Cheng would suddenly hate him. Hell, Jiang Cheng probably knew but still called him a pack member. 

In the end wasn’t that what mattered? 

“Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji murmured as they were getting ready for bed. Wei Wuxian smiled into the towel he was using to wash his face as he felt arms wrap around his waist. He opened his eyes, just in time to watch Lan Wangji’s chin settle into the crook of his neck. “Everything okay?” He murmured before pressing a kiss into Wei Wuxian’s skin. 

“Actually,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “Yeah.”

He earned himself an inquisitive hum for that phrasing. Wei Wuxian hummed as he finished wiping off his face, setting the cloth down as he wiggled in Lan Wangji’s hold so he could face him. He took a deep breath, he was ready to talk now. 

“I know I’ve been clingy lately, and you obviously noticed my breakdown.” Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“Mn.” 

“Well, when you told me about purring I didn’t want to believe you.” Wei Wuxian fidgeted with the collar of Lan Wangji’s pajamas. “It made me consider a lot of things, but ultimately what broke me,” Wei Wuxian sighed as he steeled himself. “I don’t feel a tether between me and Jiang Cheng, or even Jiang Yanli. There isn’t a pack bond between us.” 

WeI Wuxian felt Lan Wangji still next to him. His breathing caught as his golden eyes stared unblinkingly at Wei Wuxian. If it wasn’t for the heartbeat he could feel, Wei Wuxian would have thought he’d turned to stone. 

“As someone with pack deprivation, I didn’t want to believe it. I wanted to be part of a pack,” Wei Wuxian exhaled. “I’ve been avoiding A-Cheng, worried about what would happen when we met again. I thought once I knew for sure that bond wasn’t there that everything would change.” 

“But it didn’t. We still made fun of each other, and sabotaged each other during Mario Kart and made jokes about his stinky farts. He even still called me part of his pack, did you catch that? It made me realize it doesn’t matter. I still love him, and he still loves me. We’re still brothers, we’re still family. It doesn’t matter that there isn’t a physical bond tying us together, even if there was it wouldn’t change what we are to each other. He’ll always be my brother.” 

“I’m glad,” Lan Wangji hummed. Wei Wuxian smiled at him. 

“And you’ve been the best mate I could wish for through all this,” Wei Wuxian leaned in to kiss him. “Thank you for not pushing.” 

“I knew you would tell me when you were ready.” 

“I’ll stop hanging off you like a leech now.” 

“You don’t have to stop.” 

“Oh, does someone like it when I’m clingy?” Wei Wuxian teased as he nuzzled closer. 

“Figure it out yourself.” Lan Wangji hummed as he nuzzled into his neck. His ghosting breath sent goosebumps down Wei Wuxian’s skin. Lan Wangji’s hands quickly followed. 

“I talked to Jiang Cheng about going to a hotel next week,” Wei Wuxian smirked over Lan Wangji’s shoulder, a hand coming up to play with the hair at Lan Wangji’s nape. “We’ll have the whole grounds to ourselves. If we should need it,” His voice dropped as he nipped at Lan Zhan’s ear. 

Wei Wuxian laughed as he was hoisted off his feet. He locked his ankles, planting his forearms on Lan Wangji’s shoulders to give himself the height advantage for once. Only to have his heart stutter at the look of pure adoration as Lan Wangji looked up at him. The way his arms shifted to support Wei Wuxian

He felt his own smile soften as a sunshine warmth flooded through him. It was like the moment had suddenly shifted, from a charging bull to a fragile bird. Wei Wuxian shifted his weight so he could card his hands through Lan Wangji’s hair. His smile grew, as the words fell naturally from his lips. 

“I love you.” 

It was like Lan Wangji blue screened. The only movement was the slow blinking of his wide eyes. Wei Wuxian couldn’t help but chuckle as he leaned in, pressing a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek. 

“I love you.” He repeated, his lips traveling across the plains of Lan Wangji’s face. “I love you.” 

By the time he’d finally made it to Lan Wangji’s lips, he’d rebooted.

In turn, Wei Wuxian was tenderly devoured.

Chapter Text

“Hello baobei ,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he slid into the car. His body leaned over to claim a kiss from Lan Wangji. “I hope work was good.” 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed. All of the tension and stress from work drained away as he caught the first whiff of his mates scent. He chased Wei Wuxian’s lips, claiming another kiss. It earned him a soft giggle. 

“Thanks for picking me up,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he moved to buckle himself in. “I was terrified that if I drove myself we’d arrive at different times, and then I wouldn’t be able to find you because they wouldn’t let me in and it would be mortifying.” 

“They would let you in.” 

“You don’t know that! What if they don’t think I’m your husband? My name was on the guestlist for an event one and Uncle Jiang still had to come tell them to let me in. And that only happened because a business partner recognized me from a photo in his office and told him!” 

Lan Wangji’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. He’d seen it happen, hadn’t he? Even people in his own company relied on rumors to learn Wei Wuxian was his mate. To have the issue so blatantly called up made Lan Wangji’s temper boil. He’d have to do something to make sure everyone knew they were together. A newspaper announcement seemed a bit too old fashioned. Perhaps Nie Huaisang would have some thoughts, hopefully some that weren’t scandalous. 

“It happens Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian hummed, reaching over to tug one of his white knuckled hands off the wheel. He pressed a kiss into it, before bringing it to settle in his lap. Wei Wuxian’s thumb rubbing gently over the back of it as he interlocked their fingers. “At least with Nie Huaisang I look the part. I was always too dirty as a kid to pass as a respectable family member.” 

Lan Wangji let his eyes leave the road long enough to appraise Wei Wuxian’s outfit. He couldn’t help but wonder how his mate could make something as simple as a black suit look so good. Maybe it was because he’d left off the tie, instead leaving the collar of his black dress shirt open to reveal the top of his mating mark. His hair was styled back, and two earrings dangled from his ears. They kept brushing his collar, bringing attention back to the hint of the mating mark. Lan Wangji could feel the itch to bite it again, to suck it as bright red as the gems of the earrings. 

“You look beautiful.” 

“I wanted to match you,” Wei Wuxian left out an annoyed huff. “But Huaisang said I shouldn’t do it too often or it looks gimmicky.” His lips formed the cutest pout as he glared out the window. 

“We can coordinate next time.” Lan Wangji squeezed Wei Wuxian’s hand. “No matter what Nie Huaisang says.” 

“Mm, I love it when my alpha gets all commanding,” Wei Wuxian purred as he leaned into Lan Wangji. “We should have switched cars,” He added with a pout. “Your car is personally offending me by dividing us.” He huffed at the gear shifter and cupholders between them.

“Shall I switch to driving something with bench seats full time?” Lan Wangji teased. 

“Yes,” Wei Wuxian beamed, taking it in stride. “So I can cuddle up to you.” 

“Mn, distract me you mean.” 

“Lan Zhan! I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Wei Wuxian smirked as his hand fell onto Lan Wangji’s thigh. The fingers dancing up higher. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji let out a low rumble of warning. For his request for bench seats, Wei Wuxian was doing an excellent job of leaning over the center console in an attempt to get closer. 

“God I love that,” Wei Wuxian’s nose pressed into Lan Wangji’s shoulder. Lan Wangji was surprised to hear a low rumble from Wei Wuxian. He looked over, just in time to see Wei Wuxian’s bright red face bury itself in Lan Wangji’s arm. 

“It’s okay Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji murmured. Suddenly he was actually considering switching to something with a bench seat in the front. The thunderbird wouldn’t be too bad. 

“I know,” Wei Wuxian took a deep breath. “I was a little worried earlier so I called Dr. Wen. She said it’s called pre-heat, there’s a lot of different symptoms. But the big one is that I might be a bit clingy tonight. And more than a bit horny, but I should have taken care of that for now.” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji let out a negative hum. 

“Lan Zhan, we couldn’t be late! If you’d taken care of it we probably wouldn’t even be going tonight!”  

Wei Ying splayed out on the staircase, the perfect height for Lan Wangji to hook his legs over his shoulders. His warm pulsing -

“Disappointing.” Lan Wangji forced himself out of his fantasy before he’d have to do something about it. 

“You’re incorrigible.” Wei Wuxian snorted. “So, who should I be wary of at dinner?” 

“I am not certain of the guest list,” Lan Wangji hummed in reply. “It could be any larger business headquartered in the city.”

“Sounds like it’ll be best to stick close to you,” Wei Wuxian hummed. “I hope I don't annoy you too much.” He added as he rested his cheek on Lan Wangji’s upper arm.  

“Never,” Lan Wangji replied. Suddenly all he wanted was to be out of the car, so he could wrap his arm around Wei Wuxian. So he could press kisses to his face. 

Thankfully, the event hall wasn’t too far away. Lan Wangji was more than happy to hand his keys off to the valet, while wrapping his arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist with the other. He pressed a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s temple, earning a chuckle and a much more demanding request for a kiss on the lips. 

“Fancy,” Wei Wuxian hummed as they made their way in. His own arm snaked around Lan Wangji’s waist. “Who puts this on? The city?” 

“There’s a committee,” Lan Wangji hummed, nodding to the large sign with their name on it. “Mostly helmed by the larger corporations in the city. Uncle was on it for a time.” 

“Do you think you’ll ever be on it?” 

“My interests do not align with it.” 

“Dull social maneuvering?” Wei Wuxian snorted. 

“Mn.” 

“I don’t see how Huaisang enjoys it.” Wei Wuxian hummed. “He’s trying to talk me into this streamer meetup to ‘network’ which just makes it sound all the more boring.” He huffed. 

“When is it?” Lan Wangji hummed. 

“In like two months,” Wei Wuxian replied. “I’ll be the smallest viewer base if I go, which isn’t bad. It’s just intimidating. Of course Huaisang says I should aim big if I want to be big.” 

“Wuxian!” 

Wei Wuxian’s speed stuttered, taking Lan Wangji’s with it. He watched his mate’s head turn, a disbelieving huff escaping Wei Wuxian as his eyes landed on Nie Huaisang. Lan Wangji watched the beta weave through the crowd with a practiced grace. His progress hampered as he stopped to greet and squeeze arms in greeting. 

“So this is why you couldn’t just come over and help me get ready?” 

“You are perfectly capable of putting clothes on yourself!” Nie Huaisang dithered back. His wrist snapped open a fan now that he was standing still. “You look so good it’s practically indecent.” His eyes ran the length of Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji would have been irked if he didn’t know it was purely from an aesthetic standpoint. “The two of you together are like a good wet dream.” 

Lan Wangji swore he felt his eyebrow twitch. He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about someone fantasizing about him and Wei Wuxian. He waited for a horny trail of thoughts to kick off, but finding none he drew a mental line and pushed threesomes over it. 

“Huaisang,” Wei Wuxian rolled his eyes. “Should you be hanging off someone's arm right now?” 

“He was mortified at the thought of coming over and meeting the Lan Wangji,” Nie Huaisang chuckled as he cast a glance over his shoulder. Lan Wangji followed his gaze, finding a very pale looking man staring in their direction. His hand clamping and unclamping.

“He looks a little,” Wei Wuxian paused as he tilted his head. “Unseasoned for you.” 

“Mn,” Nie Huaisang waved at his date. “He’s got a start up I have very big plans for, and he’s paying me in shares. It’ll be very lucrative.” He dropped his voice as the man in question seemed to straighten, gathering his courage. “Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji meet my date, He Su.” Nie Huaisang introduced when he’d made it over. 

“A pleasure to meet you,” He Su held his hand out to Lan Wangji. “Lan Corporation is a fascinating case study, what you and your brother did was a work of genius.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji hummed, taking the man’s hand. He tried not to react to how sweaty it was. 

“And what is it you do, Mr. He?” Wei Wuxian smiled. 

“Please, He Su is fine,” He Su smiled nervously at Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji watched his eyes drop to Wei Wuxian’s collar, the softest flush forming as it was quickly thrown back to Lan Wangji. “I’ve been establishing a consulting and inspection company of sorts. We are hired by companies to look and see if your suppliers are truly your best option, or if there is an alternative that would suit you better. We also look at the ethics of those you're working with, something sorely needed in today’s market with so much child and slave labor in the world.” 

“That’s an admirable goal,” Wei Wuxian praised, taking the words straight from Lan Wangji’s mouth. He didn’t voice Lan Wangji’s opinion that he didn’t think a whole business around it was needed, but that was a more nuanced opinion. 

“I was actually working on a proposition for Lan Corporation to switch to Lotus Pier Industries, as well as a few other changes. When I heard you’d bought them, I couldn’t believe it!” He Su nervously chuckled. “You guys must have a pretty smart team to notice it.” 

Lan Wangji regarded the man in front of him for a moment. They hadn’t realized they could cut costs by having Lotus Pier produce for them until nearly a month in. Were they missing something else? Were their other switches that could be made? 

“How did you know Lotus Pier would be a good switch?” Wei Wuxian’s head tilted, no doubt his own appraisal going on. 

“I’ve seen the books at the old company Lan Corporation used to use,” He Su replied. “The way they mark up their products was near criminal. Not to mention a few concerning elements that point to unethical business dealings.” 

Lan Wangji felt his whole body go alert. Unethical? Lan Corporation prided itself on its image, if something like that were to come to light. Suddenly Lan Wangji saw where He Su’s services could be very useful. If he was proposing other switches. 

“Did you send your proposal?” He questioned. He saw He Su’s eyes grow wide as saucers. 

“Uh, no, I was still working on it when you bought Lotus Pier,” He Su stammered out an excuse. “Since that was our focus, I figured it would be pointless to send it over.” 

“Assumptions will get you nowhere in business.” There was a quiet beat before Wei Wuxian chuckled, leaning in to press a kiss to Lan Wangji’s cheek. His hand slipped into Lan Wangji’s suit coat.

“What he means is send it over and he’ll take a look at it.” Wei Wuxian smiled at He Su, his hand extended with one of Lan Wangji’s business cards. He Su jerked to take it, his eyes widened as he glanced at the card and then at Nie Huaisang. The man in question smirking behind his fan. “Afterall, you’ll never know unless you take the chance.”

“Right,” He Su nodded. “I’ll send it over first thing.” 

“Careful now,” Wei Wuxian’s laugh was as beautiful as a bell. “Someone gets up at 5 AM, he’ll deduct points if he doesn’t get it that early.” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed. He didn’t expect emails that early, he expected them at seven. It was a reasonable expectation. “I will not.” He looked to He Su. He was doing quite the good impression of a deer in the headlights as his gaze flickered between the two of them. 

“Five AM, got it.” He Su nodded, sliding the card into his pocket. He earned a beaming grin and a laugh from Wei Wuxian. 

“This thing doesn’t have assigned seating does it?” Wei Wuxian cast a look around. Lan Wangji could see it lingering on a few figures, no doubt those he recognized from his life with the Jiangs. 

“I’m sure if we ask very nicely we can get someone to sit us together,” Nie Huaisang hummed. “Though you two best do your rounds.” 

“Lead on,” Wei Wuxian hummed as he leaned into Lan Wangji. 

Making a circle of the room was almost bearable with Wei Wuxian there to handle the small talk. His mate had the perfect knack of keeping Lan Wangji just enough engaged, but not so much to overwhelm or irritate him. For the most part, he was able to just admire his husband’s skill. 

And ignore the drooling looks of desire coming from others in the room. 

“Think we could sit down?” Wei Wuxian hummed after their tenth or twelfth conversation. Lan Wangji let out a hum as he glanced around, seeing a number had started to sit down. 

“You leg?” He questioned as he shifted to take on more of Wei Wuxian’s weight.

“Mn,” Wei Wuxian hummed back noncommittally. “Just getting a little tired.” 

“We’re up front,” Lan Wangji directed him. “Lan Corp’s acquisition of Lotus Pier is being acknowledged.” He added for further explanation. 

“Too bad A-Cheng couldn’t come then.” Wei Wuxian hummed. “Then again, he’d probably feel like a fish in a bowl. I mean I’m getting a decent amount of stares, and I don’t have anything to do with the company!” 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji sighed, uncertain whether to groan or laugh. “That’s not why they’re staring.” 

“What do you mean?” Wei Wuxian questioned as Lan Wangji pulled a chair out for him. He slid into it. Lan Wangji leaned over, pushing him in to cover his response. 

“They’re staring because you're the most beautiful person in the room.” 

“Please, you can’t make that claim when I’m standing next to you. Half of them were probably staring at you.

“Only because they know I’m the one who gets to take you home.” Lan Wangji purred in  his ear. When he moved away, he was surprised to have Wei Wuxian yank him back by his tie. The kiss he gave him questionably fit for a public setting. 

“ Er-gege you can’t tease me like that when we’ve got a boring speech to sit through,” Wei Wuxian pouted as they broke apart. 

Lan Wangji felt his whole body heat at the new term of endearment. He watched a sly smile grow on Wei Wuxian’s face as he arched his back, wrapping his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck. It forced Lan Wangji to stay bent over, the perfect height for Wei Wuxian to whisper in his ear again. 

“You like that one?” Wei Wuxian chuckled in Lan Wangji’s ear. “Heard it while watching a show, and thought it would be perfect for my own er-gege .” 

Goosebumps rolled down Lan Wangji’s back as Wei Wuxian’s hand went to play with the hair on his nape. It was a miracle he kept his scent under control as he took a deep breath. He slid his arm around Wei Wuxian’s back, using it to hoist him to his feet. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian hissed, his eyes nervously darting around the room to see if anyone noticed. 

“Come on,” Lan Wangji merely replied as he tugged him towards the bathrooms. 

“Are you doing what I think you’re doing?” Wei Wuxian hissed as he scurried to keep up with Lan Wangji’s stride. His arms wrapped around Lan Wangji’s arm as he bobbed his head as they passed a few curious gazes.  

Wei Wuxian would make the smallest gasp as the cold marble of the bathroom stalls met his skin. It would transpose into the softest whine as Lan Wangji rocked their hips together. His hands pulled the collar of his shirt wider, his teeth sinking into the mating mark. The itch that had started the moment others started looking at it. 

“Mine.” 

“Lan Wangji.” A voice dripping with venom cut through Lan Wangji’s fantasy. If it wasn’t enough for the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up, the feeling of Wei Wuxian sliding closer made his whole body go alert. Protect your mate. 

“Wen Xu,” Lan Wangji glanced over to see the heir of Wen Corporations glaring at him with a barely hidden rage. “Wen Chao,” His eyes flickered to the younger brother, who was even worse at hiding his rage. 

“So rare to see you out in public with someone on your arm.” Wen Xu’s eyes settled on Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji could feel Wei Wuxian tense, as if he was trying to keep from squirming. “Who’s your escort for the evening?”

Lan Wangji swore he nearly saw red. He fought to control himself. He knew Wen Xu was just trying to get a rise out of him. No doubt bitter about Lan Corporation buying out Lotus Pier from underneath them. Wen Xu knew him well enough to know going after his mate would get a bigger rise than any attack on Lan Wangji himself. But before he could control himself to fire back a response, Wei Wuxian was speaking. 

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced,” His smile was dangerously sharp. His head tilted just enough for his earring to brush his collar, just above his mating mark. “Wei Wuxian, Lan Zhan’s mate.” His scent trickled out, vanilla, pepper and gentian root that made no doubts of what exactly his second gender was. The effect on the Wen brother’s was instantaneous, a mix of surprise and anger.  

“If you’re looking for information on where to find your own escort, I suggest you talk to your little brother. Last I remember he had plenty of experience with that.” Wei Wuxian’s eyes flashed as he glared at Wen Chao. “If you’ll excuse us, Lan Zhan was just showing me where the bathrooms were.” 

Lan Wangji felt a surge of dozens of emotions as he let his husband pull him away: pride, hornieness, smugness, all encompassing love for the genius being who was his mate. He’d managed to leave the Wen brothers speechless, on top of it Wen Chao was flushing a brilliant shade of scarlet. They’d barely made it into the hall before Wei Wuxian was pushing Lan Wangji to the wall, kissing the life out of him. 

“Those two pompous assholes!” He seethed, his scent releasing around the two of them as he nuzzled against Lan Wangji. He couldn’t help but wonder if Wei Wuxian was scenting him on purpose or not. His anger burned bright enough to make him doubt it. Apparently being called an escort struck a nerve. 

“Like you would ever need to pay an escort to hang off your arm for the night! Like you're not the funniest, sweetest, sexiest man alive! I want to just go back in there and tear them apart.” Wei Wuxian huffed. 

Lan Wangji blinked, his brain taking a moment to realize what he was hearing. Wei Wuxian wasn’t upset that the Wens insulted him, but that they insulted him? Of the two of them, the insult to Wei Wuxian was a thousand times greater. 

“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji interrupted his rant. “I can take it.” 

“I don’t want you to have to!” Wei Wuxian huffed. “I love you and people should look at us and think that. Not that I’m with you because of your money!” An adorably angry pout formed on his lips. 

“People will always talk,” Lan Wangji pulled him closer. “You deserve better than being called an escort.” 

“Pff, it’s not the worst insult.” Wei Wuxian laughed. “Nie Huaisang is going to take it as a compliment, you know. Proof he made my ass look out of this world.” 

“I do not like it.” Lan Wangji admitted. He had a hard time believing Wei Wuxian was so unbothered. 

“I know baobei ,” Wei Wuxian sighed. “Does knowing it doesn’t bother me that much make it better?” 

“No.” Lan Wangji exhaled. “You are my mate, my husband. You should receive the same respect I do.” 

“I think my alpha just doesn’t like the connotation I could be shared.” Wei Wuxian teased as he wrapped his arms around Lan Wangji’s neck. 

“You cannot,” Lan Wangji’s hands tightened on Wei Wuxian’s hips. He heard a hum from his mate, barely covering the low purr. Lan Wangji captured his lips, feeling his anger seeping away.

“Where is that bathroom?” Wei Wuxian gasped as they broke apart. His head turned as he looked, giving Lan Wangji the perfect chance to latch onto his mating mark. 

“Just over-”

“Oh! I’m so sorry!” A voice squeaked as a door opened. It froze their actions as the person scurried past, trying very hard not to look in their direction. But the door they opened carried another announcement. 

“If everyone would find their seats-” The rest was cut off by the door falling shut. Lan Wangji considered ignoring it, but he heard Wei Wuxian sigh. 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian moaned as Lan Wangji nipped at his skin. “Lan Corp is announcing their takeover of Lotus Pier, we shouldn’t miss it.” 

“We could.”
“And then what am I going to tell your brother?” Wei Wuxian hummed, his fingers lacing into Lan Wangji’s hair and tugging him away from Wei Wuxian’s neck. “Sorry, we were too busy getting off in the bathroom?” 

Lan Wangji sighed. Lan Xichen was annoyed enough at Lan Wangji’s new priorities. He didn’t need to make it worse. Not to mention Wei Wuxian had been asking him how to get in his family’s good graces. He stole one last lingering kiss as he intertwined their fingers. 

“Let me just,” Wei Wuxian reached out, no doubt fixing Lan Wangji’s suit and hair. Lan Wangji returned the favor, but was unable to resist leaving Wei Wuxian a little disheveled.

 With Wei Wuxian under his arm they slunk back through the tables. Lan Wangji reflexively looked for the Wens, finding them two tables over from them. He did his best to ignore them as he pulled out a chair for Wei Wuxian, who beamingly pressed a kiss to his cheek for it. He wiggled the same chair over the moment Lan Wangji had settled, tucking in under his arm before turning his attention to those at their table. He’d managed to make everyone laugh by the time the announcer had taken his spot at the podium. 

Wei Wuxian made it ten minutes before he started to fidget. Lan Wangji caught his hands the moment one of their tablemates started noticing, settling them on his own lap. He’d hoped it would create a similar effect to when Wei Wuxain wanted Lan Wangji to lay on top of him. Indeed, he heard a sigh from Wei Wuxian as he leaned into him, his head coming to rest on the bottom of Lan Wangji’s jaw. He pressed a kiss to it before turning his attention back to the speaker. 

“Lan Corporation has expanded their holdings with the acquisition of Lotus Pier Industries.” 

Lan Wangji felt Wei Wuxian perk up, his hands shifting to squeeze the hand Lan Wangji was using to hold them down. Lan Wangji kept his gaze on the podium, even as he felt Wei Wuxian’s knee start to bounce. 

“With the acquisition, Lan Corporation has become our city's leading employer. Not only is Lan Corporation our largest employer, but also one of our oldest. They have provided jobs for our community for over 200 years, all while investing in our community with some of the finest hospitals and schools in the country. Which is why it is an honor for me, on behalf of the mayor, to bestow upon the Lan family the key to the city.” 

Lan Wangji found all he could do was blink in surprise. His brother hadn’t mentioned this. Did he know? He blinked as he saw someone waving him up on stage. He registered the applause. But in the end, all he could hear was his husband.

“That’s so cool baobei !” He praised as he started pushing Lan Wangji into action. Getting him up out of his seat. “You’re like a superhero.” His eyes scrunched as he smiled. Lan Wangji couldn’t be blamed for stealing a kiss before he ascended the stage. 

He shook hands with the announcer, taking the decorative box and key being held out to him by an assistant. He inclined his head in the direction of the audience, acknowledging their applause. He felt his ears flush as Wei Wuxian whooped, looking breathtaking as he did. Just as he was about to leave, the announcer caught him. 

“Would you like to say a few words?” 

Lan Wangji hastily arranged something as he stepped up to the podium, adjusting the microphone. 

“On behalf of the Lan Family, I can only express our heartfelt gratitude at receiving such an honor. Since our founding, we’ve strived to make a company that not just the family could be proud of but one that the community could be proud of. Our success would have never happened without your support.” Lan Wangji felt himself hesitate, his eyes flickering to Wei Wuxian. “But the recent acquisition can not be credited to the minds at Lan Corporation alone. It was my husband, Wei Wuxian, who brought the opportunity to our attention, and Lotus Piers new President Jiang Wanyin’s ingenious development plan that has made our acquisition and partnership successful.” 

“As my Uncle is fond of saying, it is only by working together that we can grow. With my uncle’s retirement, my brother and I look forward to working with not only those here, but the community as well. Thank you.” 

Lan Wangji’s hand tightened around the case to the key as he made his way back to his husband’s smile. Wei Wuxian already had his head tilted up for a kiss, reaching up to pull on Lan Wangji’s tie as he purred. 

“How professional, er-gege.” 

His husband was going to be the death of him. 

Somehow they managed to survive the evening, the boring speaker and the slightly rubbery food. If it wasn’t for Wei Wuxian’s animated conversations with their table mates. Upon Nei Huaisang’s arrival, since apparently not even he could rearrange the seating, they became the center of attention.  Lan Wangji was itching to take Wei Wuxian home and devour him. 

Instead he waited, watching his husband glow. 

“Well, I think we’re keeping someone out past his bedtime.” Wei Wuxian hummed as he turned to Lan Wangji. “Ready to go home baobei? ” He leaned in. 

“We can-” Lan Wangji barely managed to mask the grunt of Wei Wuxian elbowing him hard. “Mn.” He hummed. 

“You’ve been such a delight!” A woman tithered at Wei Wuxian. Lan Wangji was pretty sure she was somehow connected to the Yao Company. “I so look forward to seeing you at the next event.” 

“I’ll look forward to it.” Wei Wuxian smiled. Lan Wangji let out a huff of laughter as he realized his husband was lying through his teeth. 

“I’ll see you for Brunch,” Nie Huaisang blew Wei Wuxian a kiss. 

“Huaisang, we both know we can’t call a two p.m. meetup brunch,” Wei Wuxian teased as he started tugging Lan Wangji away. It sent a laugh blooming through the room. Lan Wangji wrapped his arm around Wei Wuxian’s waist as they left. Meaning he could hear him sigh the moment they were out of the building. 

“Please tell me we don’t have to do that again soon,” Wei Wuxian chuckled. 

“Mn,” Lan Wangji pressed a kiss to his temple. “Feeling okay?” 

“Just a bit tired,” He hummed. “Leg is doing good,” He added, moving it around as proof. “It’s just,” He sighed. “Old people. I thought I was going to die trying to keep the conversation away from politics. Thank god I had a stroke and heart attack or we’d have nothing to talk about!” 

“I’ll tell XIchen to only send us to the younger events,” Lan Wangji couldn’t help but tease as he handed their receipt off to the valet. 

“I just have to expand my small talk conversation,” Wei Wuxain grinned back, only for it to be broken by a yawn. “Your work dinner was easier, since at least I had the company to use as a talking point. But, I’ll get the hang of it! Just you see.” 

“Wei Ying did wonderful tonight,” Lan Wangji protested as he kissed him. “He should be rewarded.” 

“Mm?” Wei Wuxian hummed in interest, his back arching to bring them closer. “What did you have in mind?”

“I-” 

“So that’s how you Lans fucking did it.” 

The two of them jerked, their attention turning to the very drunk Wen Chao stumbling towards them. Lan Wangji couldn’t help but reflexively pull Wei Wuxian closer. It meant he heard the disgusted huff from his mate. 

“If we had known the fucking Jiangs had an male omega up their sleeve.” 

“You’d what?” Wei Wuxian snapped. 

“Well, let's just say it isn’t Lan Wangji’s dick you’d be on.” His eyes traveled the length of Wei Wuxian. It only made Lan Wangji’s jaw tighten further. 

“Leave,” Lan Wangji managed to growl out. 

“You Lans act like you own the fucking sidewalk.” Wen Chao spat. “You’ve got something coming to you! Then you’ll be on my arm.” 

“Like fucking hell I will!” Wei Wuxian seethed before Lan Wangji could even growl his own response. “Lan Zhan is my husband and mate, and nothing will change that. I love him, through sickness and in health, rich or poor.” 

“You’ve already shown your hand bitch,” Wen Chao sneered back. “You sold yourself for a couple million bailout. Chump change to us Wens. Besides, bringing the Lans down now will be so much sweeter with you as a reward.” 

  Wei Wuxian lunged, once again beating Lan Wangji. 

Only for the slinking form of Wen Zhuliu to stop him in his tracks. His tall form dressed in black, a lit cigarette dangling from his lips. His hands held back Wei Wuxian, and at the sight of one on his shoulder, Lan Wangji saw red. 

“Get your hands off my mate,” Lan Wangji growled as he wrenched Wen Zhuiliu’s hand away. 

“Keep your mate away from my charge.” Wen Zhuiliu gave him an unimpressed look. His hand came up to take a drag on his cigarette. Wei Wuxian stayed glaring, not backing down an inch. 

“Always hiding behind someone aren’t you? Rather hard to fuck me from behind your bodyguard. Or does he take care of that for you too?” Wei Wuxian seethed at Wen Chao. 

“You!” Wen Chao’s eyes flared. 

“Young Master, we’re leaving.” Wen Zhuliu stopped him. Lan Wangji growled as Wen Zhuilu pushed out a plume of smoke, which clouded into Wei Wuxian’s face. 

“Run lik-” Wei Wuxian’s voice caught as he coughed. 

It ended with a heart stopping wheeze. Panic flushing across their bond as Wei Wuxian reached for Lan Wangji. He wheezed again, his whole chest constricting as he tried again. Lan Wangji caught him just as his body gave out. His silver eyes brimming with panic as he clawed at Lan Wangji, his chest constricting and growing faster and faster. 

“Wei Ying, what’s wrong?” Lan Wangji realized the futility of his words as Wei Wuxian’s panic could only rabbit over their bond. It carried fear with it. The kind Lan Wangji felt when he had nightmares. “Breathe sweetheart.” Lan Wangji felt his own panic grow, the realization he had no idea what to do. 

“What did you do to him?” Lan Wangji lashed out at Wen Zhuiliu. His growl roared across the sidewalk, echoing off the building. Both of the Wens seemed to have paled, slowly backing away. Lan Wangji’s eyes moved to a group as they surged out the doors. 

“Make sure they don’t leave,” He growled to the valets who’d come out of their booth. Wide eyed they darted towards the two. 

“I’m calling 911,” A woman breathed as she dropped nearby. Her floral scent reached out to show she wasn’t a threat. Lan Wangji nodded as he turned his attention back to his mate. 

“Wei Ying, darling, focus on my voice.” He purred. He gently cupped his face, his heart rabbiting at the sight of glassy eyes. “Wei Ying,” He breathed trying to think of anything. “Wei Ying, come back. Don’t go!” He felt tears prick at his eyes. 

All he could do was watch as Wei Wuxian struggled to breathe. His hands curled tightly into his suit. Lan Wangji cradled him close, trying to think of anything as his attempts got weaker and weaker. He let his scent spiral around them like a cocoon, muttering reassurances over and over as he tried to send calming thoughts over their bond. 

Finally, after what felt like hours, Wei Wuxian managed to take a shuddering breath. Lan Wangji hummed encouragement as he rubbed between Wei Wuxian’s shoulder blades. Looking up as he heard the sirens. 

“What’s going on?” The first emt darted out of the ambulance. 

“He blew smoke in his face and then he couldn’t breathe.” Lan Wangji informed the EMT. He moved aside to give him room, but wasn’t able to get far with Wei Wuxian’s hold on him. “He suffered a stroke and heart attack almost six months ago.” 

“Could be an allergic reaction,” The EMT hummed. “Has he been unresponsive the whole time?” 

“Mn.” Lan Wangji nodded, watching the EMT’s hands the whole time they prodded Wei Wuxian. 

“I don’t feel anything blocking his airways,” The EMT murmured. “Can you hear me,” He paused looking at Lan Wangji. 

“Wei Ying.” 

“Can you hear me, Wei Ying?”  

The silence was filled by Wei Wuxian’s wheezing. 

“He’s panicking and feeling a lot of fear too.” Lan Wangji offered. 

“Not breathing will do that to you.” 

“No, I feel it.” Lan Wangji tried not to feel frustrated. “Our bond.” 

“OH! Are you feeling any pain?” 

“No.” 

“Let’s get him on a heart monitor and some oxygen,” The EMT decided. “We’ll get him checked out.” 

“Lan Wangji,” NIe Huaisang came running up. “Wuxian! Oh my god, what’s happening.” 

“Huaisang, Wen Zhuiliu did something to him.” Lan Wangji managed. “Maybe it was something in the smoke he blew in his face. I don’t know.” 

“Say no more,” Nie Huaisang’s jaw set. “Dumbasses didn’t even see the cameras. I’ll take care of everything, just take care of our boy.” 

“Thank you.”  

In a whirl of sirens, and with Wei Wuxian’s hand clutched in his own, they left. 

On route to the hospital Wei Wuxian, for lack of a better term, stabilized. His chest shuddered as it finally fully expanded. His silver eyes slowly began to shine again. They locked on to Lan Wangji first, a shaky exhale.  

“Thank god you're safe.” He breathed with a weak squeeze to Lan Wangji’s hand. “Did they get the fire out?” 

Lan Wangji could only blink, looking at the EMT. He got a furrowed brow, jostled by the ambulance coming to a stop. It erupted into a flurry of movement. It was only as he watched them cart Wei Wuxian off down a hall for testing that he realized he hadn’t answered. 

What fire?

The nervous agitation of being unable to help settled over Lan Wangji as he stared off down the hall. Taking a deep breath, he focused. It was easy enough to alert Doctor Wen of the development, Jiang Wanyin however? 

By the time he’d managed to calm the alpha down, Wei Wuxian was being wheeled back out. Lan Wangji let out a sigh of relief as he hurried over, sliding his hand back into his mates. His eyes worriedly looked over Wei Wuxian’s face. 

“How are you feeling?” 

“My chest is a bit sore.” Wei Wuxian muttered, his gaze dropping to his lap. Lan Wangji’s brow furrowed as he felt shame trickle over their bond. 

“We’re going to settle him into a room while we wait for some tests to come back Mr. Lan.” A nurse informed him. “You are welcome to wait with him.” 

“Of course,” Lan Wangji nodded as he followed. He snuck glances at Wei Wuxian down the hall, seeing him fiddle with the blanket on his lap. It wasn’t until the door was swinging shut that he broached the topic. “What’s wrong?” 

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian murmured. “There wasn’t a fire, was there?” 

“No.” Lan Wangji replied simply as he squeezed Wei Wuxian’s hand. He watched his mate’s head fall back against the bed, his eyes squeezing shut. Almost as if he was trying not to cry. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”