Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Masquerade of Hearts

Lan Xichen drove through rush hour traffic, trying not to curse, because he would never, but it was imperative he reach home and tell Lan Wangji...right now.

He himself, had not believed Nie MingJue when the latter had declared he had found Wei WuXian, but now he had reasonable doubt. And a grainy ID picture to prove it.

They had been searching for so long now, chasing after any rumour, any story that might have led them to finding him, but so far until today, their endeavours had been fruitless.

His white sports Mercedes glided through the other cars like they were invisible, hurtling through at a breakneck speed until he reached the higher ground of Beverley Hills.

So many celebrities and superstars lived here, that they had even installed a security team at the base of the mountain, only allowing the occasional tour bus with a permit through.

XiChen flashed his badge at the guard and continued forward, heaving a mental sigh of relief at the familiar palm trees surrounding the beginning of their estate. He sped down the long drive towards the fountain at the end, and screeched to a halt outside the double doors that led to their mansion. Barely locking the car, he left his prized possession outside and ran up the steps, two at a time.

"WangJi?! WangJi?!" He shouted, entering their home.

Lan Wangji was in their library, reading through an antique book. The pages had to be handled ever so carefully, with gloves worn and when he finished, the book would have to be placed back in the glass cabinet. All of their treasures were scattered around the room, all antiques now from a bygone era, at least two thousand years old.

He looked up, his golden eyes taking in the soft yellowish light from the lantern shaped lamps on the desks, as sunlight dappled across the floor to ceiling shelves filled with their books and scrolls.

This library was perhaps the same size as the one in Cloud Recesses had been, and many of the books had been changed to their digital format, a necessity for saving space. But some, especially like the one he was reading, he considered a masterpiece.

The writing itself was terrible, the characters hardly legible, and he doubted if the author at the time could have read back his own writing, but to Lan Wangji, this book was priceless. The ancient parchment was seconds away from crumbling into dust, and so precious was this tome, that Lan Wangji had it immortalised on his phone as a pdf file. He hardly ever took it out from its resting place.

However, today was special.

On this day, hundreds of years ago, a young man had forgotten their invitation to Cloud Recesses, and righteously begged to be let in. He had arrived with his adopted sister and brother, but Lan Wangji had eyes for nobody else.

His silver eyes had sparkled with mischief, a rosiness in his cheeks brought about by the higher altitude, and he possessed a defiance for anything that threatened his independence. And his beautiful red ribbon, fluttering in the soft breeze behind him, catching Lan WangJi's eyes. He was powerless to look anywhere else.

Wei WuXian, birth name Wei Ying.

Wei Ying...Wei Ying...Wei Ying...

That beautiful soul, lost for so long...

His brother’s voice echoed through the vacuous halls, arriving before he did, and the door burst open.

XiChen rushed in.

XiChen never rushed anywhere.

Lan Wangji took one look at his face, and he knew.

XiChen was red-faced, a little out of breath for a cultivator, yet the excitement shone out from his amber eyes.