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mdzsfan · 2 years ago

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Unspoken Bonds Part 3

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Y/n's heart was a swirl of conflicting emotions. The memory of that night, when she had left Lan Wangji after a forbidden gesture, weighed heavily on her conscience. The guilt that gnawed at her was a reminder of the boundary she had crossed, a boundary that was fortified by centuries of tradition and societal expectations.

Yet, even amidst her remorse, one question echoed persistently in her mind: Why hadn't he stopped her? The fact that Lan Wangji had allowed her to proceed with removing his forehead ribbon perplexed her. He was not her cultivation partner, nor was he family. The implications of his action were layered, a puzzle she couldn't solve.

The uncertainty she felt was a constant companion, a shadow that clouded her thoughts. She had sensed a connection between them, a shared understanding that defied explanation. But her own feelings, the tangle of emotions she couldn't fully comprehend, had prompted her to withdraw.

Avoidance became her strategy, a way to shield herself from the complexity of her emotions and the unspoken tension that had arisen between them. She limited her interactions with Lan Wangji, reserving them for emergencies, for moments when she had no choice but to acknowledge his presence.

In her heart, she understood that the distance she was putting between them was a means of self-preservation. The uncharted territory of their emotions was both alluring and terrifying, a maze she was hesitant to enter. Her guilt, her confusion, and her own burgeoning feelings were threads that wove an intricate pattern within her, shaping her actions and decisions.

As the days passed, the ache of their disconnectedness weighed on her. The moments of shared camaraderie, the laughter and the genuine companionship, had been replaced by a gulf of silence. And yet, despite her attempts to distance herself, the memory of his gaze, the depth of his eyes that seemed to hold secrets and promises, continued to haunt her.

Unable to find solace in slumber, y/n had ventured into Lan Wangji's chambers, the surroundings were as immaculate as she had come to expect, a testament to his meticulous nature, yet the evidence of his disarray was also apparent.

Lan Wangji himself seemed a reflection of the room's contrast. His appearance was marked by an uncharacteristic dishevelment, the usually pristine forehead ribbon now slightly wrinkly. His hanfu bearing wrinkles that seemed out of place on his dignified form. His very presence carried an air of turmoil that contradicted the orderliness of the room.

As y/n's gaze met his, a tension seemed to fill the space between them. Their eyes locked, two individuals who had been navigating a labyrinth of emotions, unsure of where the path might lead. The silence was palpable, a mirror to the unspoken questions and unfulfilled desires that had been left unresolved.

Each of them held a mirror to the other's confusion. Lan Wangji, with his furrowed brows and searching gaze, was a reflection of the bewilderment that had taken root within him. Why had y/n chosen to distance herself? The question echoed like a haunting melody, its notes filled with longing and uncertainty.

Y/n's gaze, though equally perplexed, was a window into her own internal struggle. The emotions that had led her to keep her distance were a tumultuous sea within her, a maelstrom of guilt, longing, and the unspoken acknowledgment of their shared connection.

As their eyes held the other's gaze, a strange sort of understanding seemed to pass between them. Their emotions, though complex and conflicting, were shared. In this silent exchange, they offered each other a glimpse into their hearts, a fleeting moment of vulnerability that transcended words.

"Why are you up this late?" His voice, a gentle ripple in the silence, cut through the tension that had enveloped them. The question hung in the air like a fragile thread, connecting them in the midst of their shared uncertainty.

"I couldn't sleep," y/n's words were soft, her gaze briefly meeting his before flickering away. Her answer was simple, yet beneath the surface, it carried the weight of unspoken thoughts and emotions. She was caught in the liminal space between her feelings and the reality of the situation, a space where answers were elusive and the heart's desires remained hidden.

His concern was evident, and yet y/n's resolve to leave, to give him the space he needed, was palpable. "But don't worry about me. I'll go now, so you can have enough rest tomorrow." Her words were a mixture of courtesy and selflessness, an embodiment of the care she felt for him.

"Wait," Lan Wangji's voice, though quiet, held a note of urgency that caught y/n off guard. His request to stay was unexpected, a plea that seemed to carry unspoken desires and a yearning for connection.

And so, she remained. Seated next to him, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight. The guqin, a cherished companion in the midst of his solitude, became an instrument of shared solace. As the notes flowed from his fingers, the music seemed to wrap around them, a bridge that transcended the barriers that had kept them apart.

The soothing melody was a balm for y/n's restless soul. She closed her eyes, allowing the strains of the guqin to guide her into a tranquil state. The tension that had once held her captive seemed to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm that was both welcome and surprising.

In that moment of vulnerability, as the music danced in the air, the barriers between them seemed to thin. Lan Wangji's gaze rested upon her, a mixture of tenderness and longing in his eyes. As the guqin's gentle notes continued to weave their magic, he pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, a silent gesture that spoke of affection and a depth of emotion he had been hesitant to reveal.

The kiss, though fleeting, lingered in the air like an unspoken promise. A promise of a future where their emotions would no longer be shrouded in uncertainty. It was a declaration, a hope that one day, the feelings they shared would be acknowledged and reciprocated.

When y/n awoke, she found herself back in her own room, the memory of the night's events lingering like a dream. The guqin's melody, the touch of his lips on her forehead, the unspoken emotions, all were woven into the fabric of her thoughts, a reminder that the path they were on was one filled with twists and turns, challenges and revelations.

Another moment, where y/n knew that she was in love with Lan Wangji was when y/n found herself standing beside Lan Wangji in a place that held special significance for him. It was a spot where the gentle breeze seemed to whisper secrets and where the rustling leaves were like a symphony of serenity. Here, in the embrace of nature's beauty, their connection was unburdened by the weight of expectations and norms.

Bunnies, a symbol of innocence and gentleness, populated the area, hopping around as if they were the guardians of this sacred place. Y/n's heart swelled with a mixture of awe and wonder, for this was a side of Lan Wangji she had rarely seen, the side that found solace in the presence of these small creatures, the side that was capable of finding joy in the simplest of moments.

"Lan Zhan," y/n's voice, soft and filled with wonder, broke the silence that had enveloped them. "They're so cute."

His response was a slight smile, a rare glimpse of emotion that danced in his eyes. The simplicity of her words, the shared admiration for the bunnies that surrounded them, seemed to bridge the gap between their unspoken emotions.

As y/n's gaze remained fixed on the creatures that had become a part of their shared moment, her heart felt light. The world seemed to have receded, leaving only her and Lan Wangji, the bunnies, and the feelings that flowed between them.

And then, in a moment that held both longing and a childlike delight, she turned to him, her eyes bright with a new thought. "Could we take one back with us?"

Lan Wangji's response was gentle, his eyes fixed on her as he considered her request. "The bunnies have to stay here," he explained, his tone soft yet firm. And yet, his next words held a promise that couldn't be overlooked. "But we can stay as long as you want."

With a mischievous yet affectionate smile, y/n caught a bunny and placed it on Lan Wangji's lap. The gentle creature seemed content in his presence, its soft fur a contrast against his hanfu. As he patted the bunny, his touch was tender, his actions a reflection of the depths of his emotions.

In that moment, it was as if time had slowed, and the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them. Their shared connection, the tranquil surroundings, and the unspoken feelings that lingered in the air. The barriers that had once kept them apart were now mere shadows, and the vulnerability they had guarded so carefully was now exposed.

As their gazes met, the bond between them seemed to crystallize. There were no words exchanged, no need for explanations. The bunnies bore witness to a silent understanding, a connection that was unmarred by expectations or societal conventions. In this secluded corner of the world, they were free to be themselves, to acknowledge the feelings that had grown between them.

With a playful grin, she reclaimed the bunny from Lan Wangji's lap, the innocent creature now nestled against her. But her actions didn't stop there, her head finding its place on his lap, the bunny as a gentle companion to their unspoken connection.

As she settled into this unexpected closeness, the world seemed to hold its breath. The sun continued its watchful gaze, as if in awe of the intimacy that was unfolding beneath its silvery light

Lan Wangji's fingers, like a gentle breeze, brushed across her hair. The touch was a tender caress that stirred something within her, a mixture of comfort and a growing awareness of the emotions that had been building between them. And then, his lips pressed to her forehead and then her cheeks, his affectionate gestures speaking volumes in their silence.

The kisses were like whispered promises, a testament to the affection that had been growing quietly yet steadily. Each touch, each gesture, was a declaration, a declaration that went beyond words, beyond the confines of tradition, and into the realm of the heart.

For y/n, lying there in his embrace, time seemed to blur. The bunny, a symbol of innocence, nestled between them, seemed to be a witness to a moment that was both pure and profound. The sun's bright glow seemed to wrap around them, cocooning them in a world where nothing else mattered but the connection they shared.

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truly-morgan · 2 years ago

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[LSZ trying to help dad]

Junior Quartet | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 26-07-2021

[#lansizhui trying his best to help dad, modern]

where on the weekend lan wangji has to go to work really early because of urgent business that suddenly needed him. He leaves after giving a kiss to his husband, promising to be back as soon as possible. doesn't notice how his stay-at-home husband is running a cold (because he was doing repairs under the rain the day before). wei wuxian simply mumble to him not to overwork himself at work before going back to sleep.

He doesn't want to hold back lwj (he knows he would as well have said no to whoever needed his help at work otherwise). He wakes up a couple hours later when little Lan sizhui comes to him wondering where his dads are.

"baba is a little bit sick today," he says, his voice sounding a bit nasally, "sorry I won't be able to go to the park with you like I promised yesterday" he laughs a little bit, then lets the young boy scold him about working under the rain for so long.

wwx ruffles his hair slightly, getting up from the bed, fishing for one of lwj shirts before making his way to the kitchen with lsz. He is pushed into a chair as his son works around the kitchen to make a simple breakfast for them. It make him smile softly, instead of giving instructions to the boy so he knows what to do. they eat as lsz retail some thing that happened throughout the week with his friends, wwx happy that he is leading the discussion as his head feels too heavy to do that.

"Let's watch some movie today, the chores can be done another day," he says as he takes lsz to the couch to put on some of the boy's favourite animated movies. Yet wwx can only last through twenty-ish minutes before falling back asleep. but lsz doesn't mind, baba needs sleep to recover! Plus he is a big boy now he can take care of himself while baba sleeps.

Big boy also helps around! he is sure baba will be so happy if the chore is made today so tomorrow they can play if he feels better.

So lsz takes on picking up things that are not at the right place (which is not a lot since lwj already has the habit to tidy up after they did something). He dusts away on furniture, goes around the house with the broom (not using the vacuum so baba can sleep peacefully!).

He even gathers the laundry that needs to be done, starting with his father's one, following mentally the little song wwx sometimes sing as he takes care of it to remember what to do (baba showed him before so he can do it!). Of course, through all this he doesn't forget to feed their pet bunny, playing with him a little bit before going back to his big boy task!

after his little break, he goes to mop the floor, trying not to spill water everywhere.

When he sees that lunch is slowly getting closer he goes to prepare some tea and sandwiches for them.

wwx ends up being woken up from the smell of something burning, his mind slow to realise it /should not/ smell like something is burning right now.

He dizzily stands up quickly, trying to make his way to the kitchen quickly. yet he nearly falls to the ground because of a wet patch, caught by strong arms. He looks up at his husband, looking a bit confused first. "A-zhan~" he smile a bit, before remembering what he was worried about first.

They find little lsz in the kitchen, looking at the toaster unsure what to do as his toast has not jumped out and is now burning. lwj is the one to unplug it, hugging his anxious son and asking why he didn't ask baba for help.

"baba was sick so I wanted to make him something to eat" he said, "And I wanted to help him with the chores so he could keep resting!".

and with this starts the adventure of cleaning up what lsz did by accident. throwing away the burnt toast, leaving to the side the cold tea. whipping away the rather large puddle of water lsz didn't he had created. then when they get to the washing machine lsz is relieved that there is no disaster here. "I did like what baba told me to do!" he says proudly.

lwj hummed as he open the finished washing machine, only to frown a bit. he takes out one of his previously white shirts, now turned pink because of wwx red shirt.

poor little lsz looks horrified at this, tears slowly creeping in the corner of his eyes. His other mistake could be fixed, but he just ruined his baba's shirt!! and he knows how much baba prefers his clothes to stay pristine white.

at this wwx sits on the floor with him, hugging him tightly as he slowly rocks him from side to side. "It's alright, a-yuan did his best, baba won't be mad at him, you didn't know you needed to separate the white clothes from the colour" he gently tells him.

"Isn't it right?" wwx asks as he looks back up at lwj who was holding a couple of his now pink shirts.

"mh, I am not mad at a-yuan, you didn't know better," he says. Plus, it was not like he never had his clothing ruined by a certain someone who doesn't own any white clothes.

"What about we let baba make us diner while he makes an instruction sheet for next time hum?" he suggests to cheer him up, "Like this, you will be able to do it next time even if I'm not with you".

and this is exactly what they did, lwj made something for the three of them (not without scolding wwx a bit for not telling him he was sick) while wwx was making little instruction sheets with lsz about different chores.

Of course, to show lsz that he is not mad at him for changing his shirt's colour lwj goes two weeks with his pink suits before buying a new white one. and of course, he doesn't throw away the pink clothes either

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