己亥+ Wangxian family fluff
Happy new year! It’s minus 17 degree celsius and covered with snow where I’m at, so have some Lan family winter fluff with a hint of Wangxian. <3
“This is most unusual,” Lan Xichen says.
“Mm,“ Lan Wangji says, his breath forming a wisp of white in the crisp air. They’re seated together at the entrance of the cottage where Lan Xichen has chosen his seclusion, eyes following the antics of Lan Xichen’s visitors in the snow-covered yard.
A snowman of what looks like Lan Qiren stands in the corner of the yard, watching on with pebble-eyes and knitted stick-brows as Wei Wuxian and the Lan disciples pelt each other with snowballs, laughter filling the compound. Wei Wuxian has collected an armful of the frozen weapons, flinging them with deadly accuracy, whereas Lan Sizhui and Lan Jingyi have formed a team, one covering with a volley of snowballs when the other attacks. Wen Ning, meanwhile, sits motionless by the snowman, gazing at it with a pensive expression.
“Does uncle know they’re here?” Lan Xichen asks after a moment.
“No,” Lan Wangji says. He frowns when Lan Jingyi stuffs snow down the back of Wei Wuxian’s robes—thin and light and not at all conducive for the winters in the Cloud Recesses.
“Of course,” Lan Xichen says, chuckling over Wei Wuxian’s screams.
Lan Wangji rises to his feet then. Crosses the distance between the entrance and the yard. Instantly, the snowball fight ceases, with Lan Sizhui pulling Lan Jingyi away by the arm. Robes now plastered to his back, Wei Wuxian grins at Lan Wangji as he approaches, eyes bright and cheeks flushed, and Lan Wangji feels something tug at him, chest growing warm.
“Lan Er-Gege,” Wei Wuxian croons, hands curling around the fur collar that lines Lan Wangji’s outer cloak. “Are you finally joining the battle?”
Shaking his head, Lan Wangji unclasps his cloak and drapes it around Wei Wuxian. Pulls Wei Wuxian in as he does, heart surging at the way Wei Wuxian fits against him, his shoulders the perfect width for Lan Wangji’s arms, his face at the perfect height for burrowing, with a sigh, into Lan Wangji’s neck.
“You’ll catch a cold,” Lan Wangji chides, gently.
“Good thing you’re here to warm me up,” Wei Wuxian says, and Lan Wangji can’t help but press a kiss to his forehead, soft and fond.
“Senior Wei,” Lan Jingyi’s voice drifts over to them. “Is the fight over? Did we win?”
“Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui says, with a laugh.
“Young Master Wei, young Master Lan,” Wen Ning calls from the corner of the yard. “I, I still think Elder Lan could do with a nose…”
“I agree with young Master Wen,” Lan Xichen says, and Wen Ning ducks his head, as if embarrassed by the title. “Might I also suggest giving uncle a pair of arms?”
“Yes, Zewu-Jun,” the juniors chorus.
As Wei Wuxian pulls away to join the others in their search, white cloak wrapped firmly around his frame, he offers a salute to Lan Xichen, who returns the gesture with grace.
“Father would have liked him,” Lan Xichen muses.
Lan Wangji returns to his seat by his brother. “Mother too,” he says.
Lan Xichen nods before he, together with Lan Wangji, shifts his gaze back to the yard. Once blanketed with pristine white, undisturbed, it’s now littered with tracks of footprints, some larger than others but no less haphazard. In the corner, the snowman looks on, silent and disapproving.
“This is most unusual,” Lan Xichen says again.
But he’s smiling, eyes softer and brighter than Lan Wangji has seen in weeks.
“Mm,” Lan Wangji says, mouth tugging into a small smile of his own.
