𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬. mo xiang tong xiu books x reader one-shots

lan wangji :: smile

pairing. lan wangji & nephew! reader

prompt. being lan xichen's successor was hard, but being lan wangji's nephew was harder.

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"write it again." there was nothing wrong with lan y/n's writing. everything he did was perfect, but as he sat in front of his uncle wangji's desk, he wondered if he did something wrong. on his uncle's desk, was a stack of fifty or so books that contained the three thousand virtues of the gusu lan clan, all copied and handwritten to perfection by y/n himself. he toiled away in the library pavilion for three, long months to write them all down, but his uncle was making him do them all again.

he wondered, what exactly did he do wrong?

he tightened his hand into a fist, careful not to let his emotions of frustration show on his face. he simply kept a blank expression as mulled over his uncle's words for a few minutes. "y/n, did you hear me?" lan wangji asks, putting the book down on his desk. "yes, i did." y/n responded curtly. he bows to his uncle before standing up. "i'll get to it right away."

it's been a while since y/n has spoken to his father, lan xichen. for most of his life, it was his uncle, lan wangji, raising him, not his father, not his mother. he wondered where his mother was, but he dared not ask his father. he feared that if he even worded it incorrectly, his father would cut off his tongue. lan xichen wasn't that kind of person of course, but if he was in a mood, he might just do it.

so y/n held back his tongue every time.

as he walked out of his uncle's office, he walked into the zen gardens, passing by bridges and trickling streams, and training disciples. while boys his age were already out hunting for demons and evil spirits to exorcise, y/n remained indoors, sheltered by his own blood. his grand-uncle, lan qiren ordered it first. as someone who was born a little bit after the sunshot campaign, his family worried there'd be enemies everywhere, hiding in the corner of their eyes.

that's why they did their utmost to protect y/n. he wasn't allowed to see anyone except his family, he wasn't allowed to speak unless he was spoken to, he wasn't allowed to leave the mountain. he was never even granted a sword!

y/n was literate, a master of words and other such fine arts, but he has never held a sword or a weapon of any kind. as a result, he has to rely on others, should an emergency ever arise. only recently did his family allow him to leave the house they locked him up in. he was treated as if he was the gusu lan clan's dirty little secret, but they finally let him out. still, he was isolated from everyone else.

y/n's walk back to his house was quiet and uneventful, painstakingly boring, but if nothing happened, he should be grateful. that means the world he is in, is at peace. he entered and immediately got to working on copying the three thousand virtues of the lan clan into paper and ink. as he continued writing, he thought back to how exactly did he arrive to where he was right now. he wanted to have someone with him, someone to share his thoughts and troubles to. the only one he ever really spoke with before was lan sizhui, but after a while, he stopped visiting.

he was most likely caught trying to go see him, and was told to avoid him.

y/n continued writing book after book. after writing it so many times, he's practically memorized the entire book already. he paused halfway through the book he was currently writing on after he felt his hand cramp up. y/n sighed before setting aside his calligraphy brush. he gently massages his hand as looks out the window, seeing the afternoon sky he walked under a few hours ago, turn dark.

a knock echoed around his small hut, making him turn his attention towards the door. three gentle knocks; it was lan wangji. y/n stands up and opens the door. he was right, it was his uncle. "how are you?" lan wangji asks as he enters the hut, allowing y/n to close the door behind him. "i'm doing what you told me to do." y/n answers, his face, expressionless once again.

wangji sees the open book on y/n's desk. he could see y/n's neat handwriting with the wet ink on the paper. he waits for y/n to prepare some tea as wangji sits on the floor. "your tea." y/n offers him the cup as he sets up the teapot in the table. wangji hums in thanks as he takes the cup in his hand. he takes a quiet sip as y/n prepares to brew another pot.

"why are you here, uncle?" y/n asks. "i came down here to ask you something." wangji replies, putting the cup down. y/n tilts his head in confusion. his uncle rarely came down to visit him, so he was surprised to know that the motive for his uncle's visit was to ask a question. "what is it?" y/n asked.

"lan y/n, would you like to have your own sword?"

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y/n smiled slightly, trying his hardest to contain his excitement as he watched the swordsmith in white, hammer away at the metal that would become his sword. wangji was standing next to his nephew, watching him. "have you thought of what to name your sword?" wangji asked. y/n turned to his uncle as if he was hit with realization. "oh... i suppose i haven't thought of it yet."

"walk with me." wangji says as he begins to walk away. y/n follows after him. he walked beside his uncle as they followed a stone path up the mountain. "you will be the owner of your own sword one day, so you must learn how to wield one." they arrive at the training grounds. it was completely empty, with the exception of the uncle and nephew duo.

"in the morning, you shall wield a brush, and in the noon, you shall wield a sword." wangji draws a training sword from the rack before tossing it in y/n's direction. y/n caught it in one hand almost effortlessly. "show me what you've got." wangji, using a training sword of his own, rushed forward, clashing blades with y/n and overpowering him almost immediately. but y/n was a lan, and the son of lan xichen at that. he regained his composure after a moment's surprise, and he was able to hold his own against lan wangji.

wangji's lips curved slightly. he swung the sword another time, y/n parrying it perfectly. it was his first time holding the sword, yet it already seems as if he was a master. y/n parried his uncle's strikes, but he suffered with each blow, unable to completely hold his ground as he lacked proper endurance and stability befitting that of a proper swordsman.

with a mighty swing, wangji's sword met y/n's, who's sword immediately flew out of his hand.

y/n panted, his stamina unable to hold him up any longer as he took a knee. "you're improving." wangji says, approaching his nephew. "i'm not nearly as strong as you or father though." y/n frowned, raising his head to look at lan wangji.

"it was your first try, yet you stood your ground far longer than I anticipated." wangji places a hand on y/n's shoulder. "you will become a fine cultivator one day."

a huge smile breaks out on y/n's lips, his eyes sparkling as he looks up at his uncle. "do you really mean it, uncle?" y/n asks. "yes." wangji retreats his hand as he clears his throat, the tips of his ears turning a soft shade of pink. "someone has come to visit you." wangji informs him before turning sideways, allowing y/n to see a certain figure in white.

"sizhui!" y/n smiles, running up to his friend. "a-y/n!" sizhui cheered, running up to him as well. the two met in the middle and embraced. wangji watches them from a few feet away, smiling ever so slightly. the sight of his nephew so happy somehow warmed his heart as well.

maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to let him have a few friends.

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a/n. yeah dawg, let your kid have friends. idk whats with some adults thinking that just because their child has friends, it means they're doing drugs or drinking alcohol or smth....