Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

The Language of Love

Lan Zhan hoped today would be a quiet day.

If he stayed here, in the peaceful, silent library and pretended everything was alright, maybe he would be left alone. Maybe, he could remain here until everyone, including all the guests from all the visiting sects, were asleep because there was a curfew in Cloud Recesses, and-

"Lan Zhan! There you are! I've been looking for you!"

His tranquillity is destroyed with the force of a single sharp stone thrown with intent onto a lake covered by thin ice, effectively shattering it.

The first crack turns into a fissure, and that's all the water underneath needs, an opening to swell past the futile barrier with ever widening chinks, and just like that, the ice is overpowered within seconds.

Minutes later, it is as if the ice was never there in the first place.

The bright, beautiful voice is accompanied by an equally beautiful person with a matching smile so wonderfully exuberant, that for a second, Lan Zhan is filled with warmth.

Much like the sun shining on that poor lake, doomed to melt under its powerful rays..

Wei Ying runs into the library and somewhere in the middle of that action, he skids across on his knees to slide perfectly into place, right opposite Lan Zhan. He rests his beautiful face in a cup made from his hands, and that's all it takes for the uncomfortable sizzling to start right in the centre of Lan Zhan’s chest.

He is simultaneously thrilled to bits, breathlessly excited, and then appalled with himself for feeling like that.

Every day, since the guest lectures began, he was subjected to these terribly contrasting foreign feelings, and every day, he was left feeling lost and confused, and not daring to say a word.

Who could he tell, anyway?

Shifu?

A snort flies out of his mouth against his will.

Wei Ying is giving him a funny look.

Ah…yes, Wei Ying, the source of all these feelings. The root cause of his tumultuous despair, the foundation of Lan Zhan’s ever increasing anxiety.

Meditation was encouraged and practised with due diligence in Cloud Recesses, for this very purpose: to master one's emotions and gain control over oneself to better one's inner path.

Up until now, Lan Zhan thought he was great at it.

It was as if the Universe was mocking him, because Lan Zhan was beginning to doubt if he had EVER been good at it at all, not if his every waking moment was filled with calls of "Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan!", in that lovely, happy voice.

Lan Zhan was worrying that soon, even his dreams too, would be plagued by that noise.

He wanted it, and he wanted to squash it equally hard, like the tiny annoying insects they were encouraged to not hurt, however desirable that small action was. They only ever appeared in summertime…much like this boy.

Lan Zhan makes the mistake of not ignoring him. He lifts his gaze to look, and then is blown away by the magical countenance of Wei Ying's beauty.

His round face is flushed, as warm and inviting as the skies of the new dawn, and the mysterious stars that still twinkle in the hidden galaxies above, are ever present in the silver eyes watching him back. His cheeks look soft, the remnants of youth still lurking upon his face, rosy with the exertion of running towards Lan Zhan.

Lan Zhan can think of six different rules which have just been broken, right in front of his face.

He chooses not to mention it.