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He says I am the one, but the kid is (kind of) my son

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Wei Wuxian stormed into the Jingshi like a hundred demons were chasing him, closing the door with a loud slam. Lan Wangji didn’t even lift his eyes from the report he was reading (Lan Jingyi’s prose had gotten a lot more ornate and flowery, maybe he was exchanging too many sentimental letters with Ouyang Zizhen… but that was beside the point). It wasn't an uncommon occurrence, his husband rarely ever did things the normal way, or the quiet way, for that matter. His presence was always loud and all-encompassing, impossible to overlook. Lan Wangji loved it.

He knew what would come next. Wei Ying would walk over to his desk and sit on his lap, arms around his neck and wicked mouth dangerously close to his quickly reddening ear.

Only this time, it didn't happen.

“Lan Zhan, this is bad!” Lan Wangji’s head snapped up at that, just as Wei Wuxian sat on the other side of the desk. In any other situation, Wei Wuxian would’ve teased him (“one day you’ll break your neck, Hanguang-jun!”, or something like that), but this was serious, “This is really, really bad!”

Lan Wangji quickly studied his husband’s face and body, looking for any signs of illness or injury. He didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but Wei Ying looked like he’d seen a ghost, as the common people who didn’t fight ghosts and demons on a daily basis used to say.

“Wei Ying, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

“I’m sorry to tell you this, my Lan Zhan, but Zewu-jun-- I mean, Xichen-ge, he’s gone crazy!”

A few minutes earlier…

“Lan Xiang, you’re too slow! If you keep this up, you’re gonna die as soon as you have to face a demon that’s not completely stupid! Just look at Lan Sizhui’s footwork, perfect as usual” the boy blushed a light shade of pink from the praise, and Wei Wuxian had to suppress a smile. “Try to imitate him.”

“Yes, Senior Wei!”

Wei Wuxian tried not to praise Sizhui too much in front of the other disciples, but sometimes he couldn’t help it. So what if the others thought he played favorites? It’s not like it was a lie, and he didn’t care about hiding it anyway. The boy had been the apple of his eye ever since he was a toddler in the burial mounds.

“He really takes after you,” said a soft voice beside him. Either Lan Xichen had learned how to materialize out of nowhere, or he’d been so engrossed with instructing the juniors he hadn’t noticed his presence. “Lan Sizhui, I mean.”

“Yeah, I guess he’s made a lot of progress since I started teaching him. Couldn’t have done it without Lan Zhan, though. He’s the one that raised him, after all.”

Lan Xichen seemed deep in thought, like he was trying to put something into words, but couldn't find the right way to say it. He talked to Wei Wuxian a lot more now that he’d come out of seclusion. He even insisted that he called him ‘Xichen-ge’ rather than Zewu-jun. It was a little bizarre, after everything that had happened. But they were brothers in law now, and Zewu-jun’s resentment towards him for having hurt Lan Zhan in the past had diminished significantly.

So, sometimes Wei Wuxian was stuck with his brother in law. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy talking to him, it was more like he always felt the need to prove himself worthy of Lan Zhan’s love. The words he’d said at Guanyin Temple were hard to forget, and Wei Wuxian still felt a tightness in his chest every time he remembered them. So yes, talking to Lan Xichen in general wasn't easy. But this particular conversation… nothing could’ve prepared him for it.

“He has your good looks, too” said Lan Xichen, still looking at Lan Sizhui, with a contemplative expression.

“Um… thanks?” He was a handsome young man indeed, but Wei Wuxian couldn’t really take credit for that. Maybe he meant his mannerisms? Lan Wangji had commented once that they scrunched their nose in the same way when frustrated. A-Yuan had lived with him during his formative years, so it was only logical that he’d pick up some of his habits.

“He definitely has his mother’s eyes, though.”

His… his what’s eyes? Wei Wuxian stared at his brother in law like he’d grown two heads, completely at a loss of words.

“I-- I beg your pardon?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. I must’ve known the mention of her would be painful to you. I apologize.”

Wei Wuxian was completely dumbfounded now, his short-circuiting mind trying to make sense of the situation. Zewu-jun, what the everloving fuck are you talking about?

“It was unfair, what they did to her” Lan Xichen continued to talk, not noticing the state of complete and utter confusion Wei Wuxian was in. “She was an excellent doctor, she could’ve prevented so many deaths.”

Oh. Oh no.

“Zewu-jun-- I mean, Xichen-ge, that's not…” He thinks that me… me and Wen Qing…?

“I’m glad you could love again after she passed, even if you put Wangji through hell” Wei Wuxian was about to shout that NO, him and Wen Qing were never like that… but the words died in his throat once he saw the sudden look of profound sadness in his brother in law’s eyes.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out who he was truly thinking about.


I’m an inspirational tale.

“You understand now, Lan Zhan? He thinks me and Wen Qing made A-Yuan! That’s just… that’s messed up! It just feels like disrespecting her memory… not to mention I think she preferred women anyway, but that’s beside the point. Me and Wen Qing? Just how...”

“Tell him the truth, then” said Lan Wangji, calmly. “Lying is forbidden in the Cloud Recesses.”

“Withholding information isn’t lying, technically” Lan Wangji frowned at that. Cute… no, Wei Wuxian, focus. “Aren’t you even a little bit bothered at the implication that I had sex with Wen Qing?”

“Why should I? It’s not true.”

“But your brother believes it is. I love Sizhui like a son, sure, but that doesn’t mean I made him.”

Lan Wangji smiled, and took Wei Wuxian’s hand in his.

“That’s not what you said back then, remember? You said ‘I gave birth to him’”

Anyone else wouldn’t have noted the difference in his tone, but Wei Wuxian was very familiar with that carefully hidden playfulness of his.

“I said many stupid things, how am I supposed to remember all of them?”

Wei Wuxian stood up, made his way around the desk, and finally, finally, draped himself over his husband’s lap.

“Don’t tease me, Lan Zhan, this is serious” he said with a slight pout, that Lan Wangji was quick to kiss.

“Why don’t you want to tell him the truth? What is it that worries you?”

Wei Wuxian hid his face in the crook of his neck.

“He said something about me finding love again after losing someone, and how nice that is… I guess I don’t want to spoil that for him,” Wei Wuxian whined. Obviously Lan Wangji would pick up on the implications and agree with him now, right? It was just a white lie! Was there really a need to burst his bubble like that? Screw integrity, he never claimed to be a perfectly moral person anyway.

“Mn. I understand. But we can’t keep lying to him.”

“His whole life is a lie, Lan Zhan!” Again, he didn’t say.

“I’m sure he can handle it. Don’t you think it’s better to hurt him with the truth, rather than comfort him with a lie?” said Lan Wangji, softly caressing his husband’s back. Typical Lan Zhan. Why do you have to be so fucking wise? “It will hardly be the worst betrayal of his life.”

“Well, you’re right about that. I’ll tell him, then.”


Wei Wuxian kisses him then, barely a soft press on his lips, a taste of what they both know will come next. The next kiss is more insistent, as Wei Wuxian scrapes Lan Wangji’s bottom lip with his teeth, giving it a slight pull. Lan Wangji tightened his hold on his husband’s waist. A warning. If you keep this up, I won’t be able to control myself, his darkened eyes said. It was so easy to work him up like this. And once he started, Wei Wuxian couldn’t stop, not until he was slammed into the nearest surface and fucked until the only sound that came out of his mouth was cries of his husband’s name.

“You know, Lan Zhan,” said Wei Wuxian, with a sly grin that could only indicate danger. “I would accept Zewu-jun thinking A-Yuan is mine, but only with one condition.”

Lan Wangji visibly swallowed, in anticipation of whatever cheeky nonsense his husband had in mind.

“What condition?”

Wei Wuxian pressed closer to Lan Wangji, until his lips brushed a crimson red earlobe.

“That he assumed you had put him in me.”