Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

Bad Bitches and Banquets

Wei Ying picked up Bichen, quite reverently because this sword had protected him on many occasions and it would not be false to say he owed it his life. The hilt was made of reinforced steel and together, the sword and the scabbard were quite heavy, yet it was a testament to the famous Lan arm strength that Lan WangJi could wield it so efficiently.

He felt a little bit nervous too, because Lan Zhan wasn't there right now, and Wei Ying had succumbed to his mischievous mind, that had long desired to see it up close without being on the receiving end.

Sure, if he had asked Lan Zhan if he could touch it, the sword Master extraordinaire would never refuse him, but there was something wildly intimate about looking at it now.

By himself.

The scabbard was also made from the same reinforced steel as the hilt of the blade and both were intricately carved with white jade and silver, rendering the sword as priceless anyway, even if it were not feared in the Cultivation world as a formidable weapon, equal to its owner.

Very gently, he pulled the sword out of its sheath, examining the fine blade. There was a perfect balance in its weight, a little heavy all around, and certainly not as light as Suibian. The cold metal vibrated, recognising his touch and just from that, Wei Ying felt a warmth grow in his chest at its acceptance of him. The thin blade was nearly transparent, emiting an aura of ice and snow, and Wei Ying had witnessed the blue glow it was able to give off in the past.

He was pretty sure had he been anyone else, the sword would not have budged from it's scabbard and because the sword held him in such high regard too, he felt a little overwhelmed by its trust.

Wei Ying did not mean to cry, and for a second he wondered where the moisture had come from, but the drops continued to fall and to his dismay, upon the blade itself.

And Lan Zhan chose that moment to return.

Wei Ying vaguely heard the door of the Jingshi open, that faint swish as it closed again, and somewhere in his head, he knew he was being called. The sword was taken out of his hands and he was wrapped in a cloud of white fabric as Lan Zhan drew him into his arms.

He sniffed, kind of embarrassed and simultaneously relieved.

"Did Wei Ying hurt himself?" His deep voice was calm and gentle.

Wei Ying felt better already.

"No. Not at all." Wei Ying rested his damp cheek on Lan Zhan's strong shoulder, smiling gently.

"Then why is Wei Ying crying?"

"You know, Lan Zhan...I don't even know. I'm sorry for getting Bichen wet."

"No need. Wei Ying is more important."

His arms tightened and Wei Ying knew what he was asking silently.

"I have had this wish for such a long time now...I...I wanted to touch Bichen. Maybe because your sword is part of you, and partly because there's this mystery about it...but anyways, when I saw the naked blade...I remembered how my sword didn't let anyone else touch it, but yours...yours has protected me so many times, too many to count...and I guess I just felt grateful. And to be honest, I was really surprised when I could open that scabbard." He sighed softly.

"It is because Bichen recognises you. Wei Ying is part of me. Bichen will always defend you."

"I guessed as much...but...how did you know I was touching Bichen?" Wei Ying leaned back to look at him.

Lan Zhan looked down but his ears were a bright red.

"It wasn't just a coincidence, right?" He stepped out of Lan Zhan's embrace to test his theory.