#zhancheng are best friends here !!

[barawrah]

wwx goes home after reincarnation au

[ruensroad]

if wishes were fishes - a ZhanCheng AU

Chapter One

Can also be read on AO3 here!

Once, five years ago, he had been accused of seeing things far out of the righteous perspective. That his mind had been clouded, fisheyed and narrow to all things good and just and right.

And while he couldn’t speak one way or the other about that even now, he had to admit the fisheye comment had been a bit off the mark.

“I’m so, so sorry Hanguang-jun!” poor A-Yuan kept saying, as he had since he’d first picked up the shining fish amulet. Lan Wangji had never been good with words, but in his current state he couldn’t summon up even one, and he was at a loss on how to comfort the boy he had come to treasure like a son.

Thankfully, they weren't alone, and though A-Yi was brash and stubborn, he had just as good a heart as the best of them and patted A-Yuan’s back in reassurance. “You didn’t know, A-Yuan!” he defended and Lan Wangji had never been more relieved of their friendship. “That slimy toad tricked you!”

A-Yuan sniffled, the tears too big on his face as he looked down into the basket, which had thankfully been placed in the water. It’d been the best they could do and if his lips weren’t a gaping fish mouth, he’d praise them both for their quick thinking.

But he was a fish, silver and white and blue, a carp with flowing fins and a long body. He could feel the animal’s instincts to swim strongly and fought against them, staying quiet in the small basket so as not to worry the boys. His depth of vision was astounding, which he was thankful for, and he could see in all colors, even those his human eyes could not. It was breathtaking, really, a small comfort in the madness his day had turned into.

He’d just known coming to the Conference in Yunmeng had been an inauspicious idea.

You’ve done well, he thought hard at A-Yuan, and nodded his head in the water. Thankfully, A-Yuan seemed to understand and smiled a bit, sniffling into his sleeve. It was a habit Lan Wangji had been trying to gently curb, but right now he could see it for the comfort it was and all of his heart ached.

“I got it! I got it!”

They all turned to see the young heir of Koi Tower (the irony was not lost on him) hurry over with a clay pot that was nearly as big as he was. Lan Wangji was more than a little impressed with the six year old’s ability to carry it by himself, even if the rest of him wanted to remind him not to run with breakable objects. He had a feeling he’d have been ignored in this situation.

“Yes!” A-Yi cheered and helped Jin Ling set down the pot on the bank of the lotus lake. Lan Wangji knew the boys had never interacted before this Conference, but already they seemed thick as thieves, working together to dip the pot into the water to fill it, then carry it back up the bank.

“We need handles,” A-Yi panted, looking around for anything to use. “We can’t drop Hanguang-jun!”

“Jiujiu knows how to make handle knots,” Jin Ling offered when they couldn’t find much but lakeweed. Lan Wangji immediately winced and to his dismay the boys seemed to agree that calling for the Sect Leader of Yunmeng was a smart option. He was torn between pride at their sense of self, that they recognized they needed an adult and further aid - and mortification, because of all people to lean on, he’d rather cut off his own foot with Bichen then be helped by Jiang Cheng.

Jiang Cheng, who’d probably laugh himself to stitches seeing his predicament. The man had made no effort to hide his dislike for him, which was a relief, because it meant Lan Wangji didn’t have to hide his own dislike right back. He could count only a handful of times they’d been almost cordial with one another, and none of those times were recent. Too much had happened since, too many bridges broken between them.

And now, it seemed, Jiang Cheng was to help. If he’d been a man made to laugh, he would have, fish lips and all, but it was a fleeting thought. If he could praise the boys for their knowing when they needed help, he could be humble enough to admit the same. As much as he hated the thought of Jiang Cheng knowing, it was logically only a matter of time before he did anyway. He had to get back to the conference, to his brother and uncle, and three boys carrying a pot too heavy for them with a fish inside was going to attract notice. At least with Jiang Cheng glowering at everyone, they had a good chance of getting there quickly.

He sighed to himself and made sure to nod at the boys when they looked at him with hopeful faces. It was all Jin Ling needed and he was off like a shot to track down his uncle.

That left A-Yuan and A-Yin in charge of helping him into the pot. For a moment, they tried lifting him, and he did his best to stay perfectly still, but he was slick and their hands too small, and he ended up toppling back into the basket. So, they tried simply dragging the basket close to the pot for him to jump into, which went much more smoothly, and once again he was proud of their ingenuity.

The feeling was quick to leave, however, when the footsteps came. Thunderous, purposeful, only one man had the ability to cut through every moment like a lightning bolt striking a tree, and this time was no different. With his trademark scowl on, Jiang Cheng was an imposing figure, and looked intensely irritated. Lan Wangji could admit he didn’t know the man well enough to know if that irritation was real, or if it was just the man’s mask of confusion, or some other feeling. The old maxum of frowns becoming rooted permanently into faces had proven true with the man. Lan Wangji had only seen him smile twice throughout the entire Conference, and only when he thought he was alone with Jin Ling. They were private things, not meant for anyone else, and Lan Wangji had felt almost guilty to witness it.

That guilt was far gone now. A-Yuan looked a tad fearful and if he’d had his body, he would have stepped between them. That didn’t stop him from sticking his head out of the water and glaring back as best he could with a cockeyed fish face. Jiang Cheng only looked disgusted.

“How the f- how did this happen?” was all he said, looking at the boys. Lan Wangji was almost surprised at his effort not to curse at them, though that didn’t stop his fishy glaring. “And when?”

“Just a little while ago, Sect Leader Jiang,” A-Yuan said immediately. “In the market. One of the vendors was selling amulets and I touched one. The next thing…” He sniffled and gestured to the pot, crestfallen and guilty. Lan Wangji turned to face him as a sign of comfort and blew bubbles in the water, which made the boy smile a bit. Success. 

“Amulet?” The frown on Jiang Cheng’s face darkened considerably, his sharp eyes flicking over to the market. “Who?”

“He disappeared!” A-Yi exclaimed, throwing his hands out wide as though it would help explain better. “Just poof!”

Jiang Cheng looked torn between yelling and sighing, which ultimately won out. “And the amulet?”

“It’s here,” A-Yuan lifted it from where he’s put it on his neck for safe keeping. He’d needed both hands to try to get a flopping fish into the basket and into water. Not the best solution, but the boy was only seven and Lan Wangji was proud all the same.

But even that pride gave way to panic when the amulet glowed, refusing  to let the boy take it off. The tears were quick to come back to A-Yuan’s eyes as he pulled and tugged to no avail. The amulet refused to rise over his chin. “S-Sect Leader!”

“Hey, breathe.” Jiang Cheng was not what anyone could call a gentle person, and even now his tone was a little too sharp for Lan Wangji’s liking. He turned in the pot to glare, but was startled to watch the man kneel down and catch A-Yuan’s hands, stopping the boy from hurting himself with the pulling. “Is it hurting you?” he demanded, confident and clear, and when A-Yuan shook his head, he carefully forced the boy to let go of the amulet by pulling his fingers free of the fish. “Then leave it for now. Let’s get to Zewu-jun, he’ll know what to do.”

“Okay,” A-Yuan was still trembling, but seeing Jiang Cheng so calm had him trying to be brave. Lan Wangji was startled to see the effect on all three of the boys, not just A-Yuan. They were all standing a little straighter, a little more serious, like tiny soldiers about to go to war, instead of just moving a pot with a fish.

“A-Ling, you and your friends go and find me a good long rope, the kind we use on the boats.” it was a simple request but it shot through them like lightning, and they all hurried off into the market. Which, unfortunately, left Lan Wangji alone.

He braced himself for the laughing, or the lecture. He glared in a preemptive strike to combat whatever Jiang Cheng would throw at him, but all he got was a long suffering sigh and the man rubbing a hand down his face after a beat of simply glaring back. “How the fuck is this my life?”

For once, Lan Wangji could agree.

[zid1an]

ok so. I’m avoiding my problems. here’s the context, the pitch, if u will, for “thirteen years is a long time” because things have changed VASTLY from what they were two months ago. biggest thing is that its zhancheng. please bear with me, This Is Going To Be Long. and also incomprehensible. :]

- sunshot happens. lan wangji goes into three year seclusion, jiang wanyin continues building up lotus pier from the ashes. bleak!

- so you’d think I’d make this sad. tempting! but I make the conscious decision every morning to pull on big red metaphorical clown shoes and a shiny red metaphorical clown nose and angst makes me feel physically ill so ah. No ❤️

- so in those three years a-yuan gets raised by lan xichen and lan qiren while lan zhan kinda figures himself out. why does lan zhan need to figure himself out? good question. flashback noises

• so imagine we’re at cloud recesses, before sunshot, before everyone has lost someone important to them to a war they didn’t ask for. jiang wanyin, jiang yanli, and wei wuxian arrive with the other yunmeng jiang disciples and somebody not naming any names is just like. wearing the big red clown shoes and shiny red clown nose but less metaphorically and they’re about to look at second jade of lan, lan wangji, and be like “You Want To Be My Friend So Bad”. and it worked. Somehow.

• lan zhan had a fleeting crush on wei ying that faded almost immediately, and so they were friends*

*wei ying would get into problems and lan zhan would watch torn between exasperation and genuine endearment, if that qualifies friendship. the extrovert adopting an introvert trope is good, actually

also wei ying didn’t know about that crush. which is probably for the better, he’d make a mess of it somehow

• what wei ying DID know though was that his shidi had a crush on lan zhan, jiang cheng has never been very subtle about these things, and he liked teasing him about it because that’s what a good older brother does. HOWEVER, wei ying had NO IDEA that lan zhan had a crush on jiang cheng. probably in part because lan zhan also had no idea that lan zhan had a crush on jiang cheng.

so lan zhan, admiringly and longingly, awful at nuanced romantic social cues, was like “jiang wanyin’s sword forms are very elegant.”

and wei ying, the biggest fan of his siblings and their number one cheerleader, also awful at nuanced romantic social cues, was like “yeah jiang cheng’s great!!!”

• where does jiang cheng himself sit in all of this? big embarrassing hero worshippy crush on lan zhan. thinks lan zhan is super super cool and perfect and because of [despondant mumbling] he Yearns from afar. I actually already posted screenshots of my thoughts on [despondant mumbling]. Anyway

• so for all of you watching from home, that’s lan zhan with a crush on jiang cheng, jiang cheng with a crush on lan zhan, wei ying entirely unaware of lan zhan’s crush on jiang cheng and delightedly aware of jiang cheng’s crush on lan zhan, and wild card nie huaisang who knows about all of the above and nonetheless just fucks around with wei ying and has his own shit going on, which I do also have planned in elaborate detail. ‘great that clears up everything!’ you are certainly thinking. fantastic let’s continue

• so how’d everything get so fucked up?

- (It Was The War.)

- so. lan zhan figures himself out. I had to go back and check where I was going w the flashback noises bc I got so caught up in the euphoria of needlessly complicated relationship graphs but . Lan Zhan. ‘if he figures himself out does that mean he realizes that he had a crush on jiang wanyin back then?’ you are perhaps asking yourself. Haha :]

- (no)

- he gets out of seclusion, three years older and a bit more at peace with the loss of his best friend (not entirely though, obviously, we’ll get to that) and he’s like “ok. I will visit shufu, then xiongzhang and a-yuan, then da-ge and nie-xiong, then look for wei ying. this is a good plan.”

• oh yeah huaisang lan zhan childhood friends. another time.

- so lan zhan Does All of That and you know. just .. happens to find himself on bichen flying top speed to yunmeng from qinghe because that’s exactly the kind of thing that can happen on accident. lan zhan touches down on the docks at lotus pier, however, and realizes that it very much is not the kind of thing that can happen on accident and also He Has No Plan.

- ah lan zhan lan zhan...... you fool

- meanwhile jiang cheng is just trying very very hard. hasn’t cried in years (not that he doesn’t want to) has incredibly calloused hands (listen I don’t want to get sad about the golden core I don’t but. But.) pretends that he doesn’t care about his disciples (they know better). the usual. this is a very shallow description on purpose

- so where does THIS leave us. the plot, that I’m working on. cool great now for the part that REALLY doesn’t make any sense!! aka all of the Everything Else

you thought THAT was long..... I am so sorry that tweet that goes “I will try to be brief (1/437)

WEI YING: this bitch doesn’t stay dead. the original draft had him staying dead but I got really sad and immediately changed my mind. he comes back in .. his.... body? a body that’s his and he tries not to think about the implication that the demonic cultivation remembers clearly enough what he looked like to not only create him a new body, but to create him a new body that looked like it aged. creepy! also it’s up for debate whether the demonic cultivation also shook somebody out there down for a golden core. who knows ! I don’t!!

MO XUANYU: hey guess what! I’m going to craft a happy ending for this dude if it fucking kills me. so he still gets taken into lanling jin after jin zixuan’s death (rip king I’ll do better by you in another au), that stays the same. it’s just that jin guangshan just straight up fucking Dies . like unprompted jin guangyao didn’t even get to fucking do anything yet. it doesn’t even matter what killed him in the end as long as it hurt but mo xuanyu is technically next in line to inherit lanling jin because of technicalities. good for him

JIN GUANGYAO: hey so. I will try to be brief (1/437). ohh man ok so the quickest possible way I can sum this up comes down to this, and I am so sorry because this is about to spiral into something wayy beyond jgy: lan zhan and nie huaisang are childhood friends (I know, this IS a great place to elaborate further on this, isn’t it?), and that means that lan huan and nie mingjue are also childhood friends. because lan huan and nie mingjue are childhood friends, it means that lan huan has been playing clarity for da-ge since he learned clarity, which means that da-ge’s doing better qi deviation wise. so when meng yao gets invited into qinghe nie, he’s getting whats essentially a free pass into Lan Huan’s Clarity Concerts, which means he gets free clarity.

SO. jin guangyao is still cunning and scheming and generally a sneaky sneaky little man but he’s also chosen his loyalties better this time around. I am absolutely going to have to make a separate post for him and huaisang. and da-ge. and lan huan. why did I write all of that out, actually,

[starshinegoblin]

A Witchy Kind of Love

♥ Co-Written with @ruensroad ♥ Status: Completed ♥ Pairing: ZhanCheng (Lan Wangji x Jiang Cheng) ♥ AU: Modern Witches/Familiars; Hurt/Comfort; Coming Together; Happy Ending ♥ Where to Read: AO3 | Only chapter one will be posted on Tumblr.  ♥ Author’s Note: If you don’t like this paring then do not read it. Absolutely do not send either us disgusting hate messages here or on AO3 about you not liking this paring. Just move on and live your best life. Otherwise! Enjoy ♥

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“Of course you wouldn’t be XianXian’s familiar. It all makes sense now…” Jiang Fengmian said as he stared his son down with that disappointed look that Jiang Cheng was all too familiar with. Jiang Cheng swallowed the shame all the same. He’d tried his best and it seemed like he would have been chosen because he had a good bond with Wei Wuxian. However, Wen Ning had appeared with his sister Wen Qing into their part of the familiar realm Lotus Pier. It so happened Wei Wuxian was visiting and the two met.

“You couldn’t even be that brat’s familiar? What’s the point in you being here now!” His mother said with an icy edge that Jiang Cheng felt actual pain. His mother had been the one pushing him to try to bond more with Wei Wuxian.

“Maybe you should just take a walk? Let them calm down, it's not like they are going to make you leave.” Jiang Yanli said, softly trying to comfort him. “You’ll find your own Bond like me and A-Xian.”

“That’s a great idea, A-Li! At first light you’re to leave and find your witch then you can come back!” Jiang Fengmian said with a grin on his face and a look in his eyes that broke the last bit of hope in him that his father actually cared about him. HIs sister had at least had the decency to look horrified though did nothing and his mother had been pleased because this was an appropriate punishment for a failure such as him.

Jiang Cheng had known that it wasn’t going to be a good breakfast with his family when Wei Wuxian had met his familiar, Wen Ning. All this father’s hope that he’d been the familiar of his former friend that was a witch went down in flames and his mother had only wished for it because it would stop his father’s daydreaming. What he hadn't expected was to be thrown out the next morning. He felt like his heart was breaking when his mother had all but disowned him.

He didn’t even bother to take anything but his bell. That he attached to his sash. A gift he’d been preparing to give his witch. He wouldn’t wait for the morning. What's the point in avoiding the inevitable? It’s not that they truly cared, did they?

Jiang Cheng’s eyes burned as he ran away from the only home he’d ever known. From the family he thought cared for him. No, he wouldn’t go back. If he ever found them. Supposedly familiars are forever linked. So in each life in some way he’d find his way  to the one who’d care for him.

He left the familiar spiritual realm of Lotus Pier  into what was Shanghai. And of course the moment he stepped out in his familiar form as a black cat it was raining. Not a soft mist, but a cold heavy pelting followed by rolling thunder. His hackles rose in this form but he focused on finding a spot. He needed to quickly before he got sick, because that would be his luck after what happened. He would get sick and die alone.

Jiang Cheng got off the sidewalk and saw the signs of a park. He’d remembered that a lot of them had benches or maybe a tree he could climb up in to try to get dry. Though the rain was only coming down harder and the benches that he was close too all had those metal slats.  Sadly the trees were all manicured and lacking in the coverage needed to protect him from the rain. Jiang Cheng huffed as he sat in front of one staring at the bench like somehow it would morph into what he needed. His ears twitched hearing the sound of shoes on pavement but he ignored it.

Suddenly, the rain was no longer falling on him. The pattering of it striking a tight, slick fabric made soft music instead.

He had ignored the feet, but the owner of said feet had not ignored him. Even with such neat, tidy clothes, the man wasted no time in tilting his umbrella to cover Jiang Cheng. His left arm was already soaked.

If the man cared, he didn’t show it. His eyes were kind, though his face was impassive, and a strong current of magic flowed through him. He crouched over the mud to get a good look at Jiang Cheng.

“Lost?” he asked, gentle and unthreatening. He offered his free hand for Jiang Cheng to sniff just as a crack of thunder raged overhead.

“Nope.” Jiang Cheng answered resolutely. Because he had nowhere to go. He still didn’t even bother to look up. It wasn’t like there was a magic red string that could help him find his witch. No, that’s not how bonds worked.  “I am not a pet, human.” He ignored the hand. There wasn’t a reason for him to accept. No one would want a bone soaked cat.

“You are not,” the man agreed, hearing the cat sniffle. No doubt, he had been in the rain long enough to get sick. That thick fur was soaked through.

It was clear the brown mackerel tabby was a stubborn sort, but the man was too, and he quickly tried a different tack. “Hungry?”

Jiang Cheng blinked and finally deigned to look up at his bystander. His eyes narrowed seeing the magical aura around him. It was calm and an icy blue. The way it moved let him know that he was a witch and a musical one at that. Which was nice but it also stung because that’s what kind of aura that Wei Wuxian had.

He pushed that thought away to focus on the man. He was tall and lean. Clearly a runner. His hair was shoulder length and dark with a bluish tint to it that made his ember eyes stand out. The man was dressed in a light blue turtleneck that peeked out from a pristine white pea coat and jeans.

A sneeze ruined his train of thought. His wet paw rubbing it from the burn he’d felt. Jiang Cheng internally sighed feeling that it was warm which meant he was probably going to be sick. He’d been right that the powers that be were against him. His stomach growled at the thought of food. That’s when he remembered that he hadn’t eaten since breakfast this morning and had been too anxious to eat after finding out about Wen Ning and Wei Wuxian.

“I am fine.” Jiang Cheng said stubbornly. He could find something he was sure and it wouldn’t be smart to just trust the first witch he’d seen. The weather alone was a sign. But his stomach growled again just as the words had come out of his mouth.

To the man’s credit, he didn’t quite snort, but there was definitely some sort of huffed breath at that. “You will get sick,” he said, knowing the familiar already was, and turned his face to point down the street. The sky was so dreary and dark, it was hard to make out his home, which was a three story house squeezed between two older apartment buildings. It had a red door from the previous owner, which he’d kept, liking the striking accent. Now, he was thankful he’d kept it for another reason, for it was visible even through the rain.

“Red door,” he said softly. “Free food and a warm hearth. You are welcome to come. Stay as you like, go as you like.”

“Why? Is that what you do? Take stray familiars?” Jiang Cheng sassed, feeling the sting of that being what he was now. A stray. He sneezed again and he swatted his nose, sadly entertaining the thought that perhaps he should have waited till morning.

“Sometimes,” the man said, calm in that. It was true enough. He did meet a few strays - familiar and regular animals alike - that needed help. “Have none of my own. Help where I can.” He didn’t bother offering his hand again, given that sniffling meant Jiang Cheng couldn’t smell him. He moved the umbrella more over the cat instead, uncaring that he was getting wet. “No charge to stay.”

Immediately, Jiang Cheng wanted to tell him no, but he couldn’t go home. Well...what had been his home. He let out an audible sigh as he tried not to cry. Because that’d be the cherry on top of a terrible day. Crying in front of the witch while being rude to him. He also needed to think about the situation. Jiang Cheng had nowhere to go and this witch was offering. Though he was still a bit weary that the witch would trap him.

“No tricks or I’ll claw your eyes out.” Jiang Cheng finally caved as he moved onto all four paws.

“No tricks,” the man agreed and held his umbrella over Jiang Cheng as they slowly walked to the tall, squashed house with a red door. He’d been about to wrap the cat up in his pea coat, carry him there, but Jiang Cheng was clearly a proud creature and would probably not appreciate it. There would be plenty of time to get him warm and dry once inside, anyways.

The key he took out of his pocket was antique and long, with a flat head for the lock. He had to turn it completely through the lock nearly twice, and there was a soft rumble through the building, the magic shivering through it, welcoming them both.

He held the door for Jiang Cheng to move through, right into a small entryway with a spot for outdoor shoes and indoor shoes. It was old concrete, so there was no harm in standing there a moment dripping.

“Be right back,” the witch said, tucking out of his shoes and wet pea coat. He shook out the umbrella outside then shut the door, which locked itself with a winding mechanism much like a clock’s. Shuffling into his indoor slippers, the man stepped up into the entry-hall, which had glossy, dark hardwood floors and moved quickly towards his bathroom to grab a towel.

He came back and knelt down, holding the towel open so Jiang Cheng could walk into it. “Here.”

Jiang Cheng considered it and hesitated only for a moment before stepping forward into the warm towel. He’d only ever been touched by Wei Wuxian and his sister in this form since he was kitten. His eyes closed to keep the tears at bay again. It was best to try not to think about them. He knew though that it was easier thought than done.

The man rubbed him vigorously with the towel, drying him off. He could better hear the cat’s thick breathing now that the rain was muffled through the door. “May I carry you?” he asked, wrapping the towel around Jiang Cheng like he was a kitten burrito. “Living room not far. Has a fireplace.”

“No funny business.” Jiang Cheng sniffled. He’d been strong and hadn’t purred when the drying off started to feel a lot like scratching. It’d been a while since he’d been petted. He swatted his tail at the witch. “I am Jiang Wanyin.” Jiang Cheng finally decided to share his name with the witch.

“Lan Wangji,” the man gave him, then carefully lifted him up into his arms, cradling him like he was a babe. He further wrapped the towel around Jiang Cheng and moved towards his living room as promised. The fireplace came to life with a mere thought, warming the room in a golden glow. It was a traditional looking space, for all the building was more western in design. It had a low table and a daybed couch near the fire, but also a recliner. Lan Wangji set him on the recliner since it was closest and softest.

“I’ll be back,” Lan Wangji said again, removing the damp towel and trading it for a dry blanket. Then he was out of the room to make a quick bowl of food for his new guest, leaving Jiang Cheng there to get settled.

Jiang Cheng settled into the warm cushion of the seat. He kneaded and circled till he felt comfortable enough to sit down. Well loaf down was the correct term.  To just lounge wasn’t something that he did around anyone really. For fear of being called lazy. He tucked his tail in and listened for Lan Wangji. The witch's home was comfortable and nothing like his siblings' own homes. It smelled of sandalwood and patchouli.  His gaze shifted to the guqin on the table and with the swirl of clouds of his design made him think of Wei Wuxian’s youth at the Cloud of Recesses.

Soft footsteps approached around the smell of fish. Lan Wangji quietly crossed the room to him with a plate of lightly steamed shredded trout. He set it on the recliner next to Jiang Cheng and tucked the blanket around the cat a little more, making sure he was warm and fed.

Once satisfied that Jiang Cheng was comfortable, he neatly folded himself behind the guqin and started to tune the instrument, his magic shimmering over the strings. He plucked softly, so as not to disturb his guest, obviously not one to push too much into Jiang Cheng’s business or force awkward conversation.

Jiang Cheng ate as quietly as he could after smelling it to make sure that it hadn’t been tampered with. Not that he’d truly smell any right now. His eyes got droopy from the good trout, Lan Wangji’s playing, and the warmth from the fireplace. Just when he started to fall asleep he sneezed hard.

“I...I’m done.” Jiang Cheng announced, though he hadn’t eaten all of it. He probably should have but his stomach just wasn’t in the mood while his head felt the way it did. “Thank you, Lan Wangji.” He tried for nice but he was sure it sounded like he was annoyed.

Lan Wangji took it in stride, elegantly standing and taking the plate. Then, his head tilted, considering him. “Bonded or not?” he asked, needing to know if Jiang Cheng would be shifting human at some point. It would determine the medicine he needed to get for him.

“Not.” Jiang Cheng answered, bluntly. Dazed sapphire eyes gazed up at him. “And I wouldn’t be shifting anyways. I’m for my witch.” the last bit a little slurred from slight dizziness that was coming to him. He really shouldn’t have been out in that rain most of the day.

Lan Wangji just nodded. “Alright. Will be back with medicine,” he said and moved off, no judgement in his tone. He knew Bonds were important to familiars and he truly had only needed to know what medicine to grab. It was meant for smaller animals, but infused with his own magic, a cocktail just for familiars. He knelt down beside the recliner and held up the needleless syringe to Jiang Cheng’s nose. “Here. Good for colds and sleep.”

Jiang Cheng tried to smell it but all he really smelled was Lan Wangi and his sandalwood. So far the witch hadn’t tried to hurt or capture him. He swallowed, making the best choice for himself before opening to take the medicine. The mixture had settled on his stomach and started it’s job. He could feel the magic in it that told him Lan Wangji was the one who made this. It tasted mostly like he’d taken a bite of a strawberry pie. Which had him curious about the witch’s kitchen and cookbooks.

“Not bad.” Jiang Cheng offered instead of a thanks. That would be reserved for when he was better to see if the witch had tricked him. Even if it had been too late. At least he hadn’t thanked him for hurting him.

Lan Wangji took that as a good sign and simply tucked the blanket around Jiang Cheng more, then returned to his kitchen to clean out the medical syringe. He was hardly surprised to see Jiang Cheng’s eyes blinking slowly when he folded himself back behind his qin and began to play for him. He went with a lullaby that was infused with his qi, promoting deep sleep and present dreams. Jiang Cheng seemed like he needed that kind of kindness.

Sleep, he bid silently through the melody, watching Jiang Cheng from the corner of his eye. Feel better.

“Don’t trick.” Jiang Cheng reminded him, before he felt himself start to drift off to the lovely music that Lan Wangji was playing. His ears flicking. He prayed that he didn't purr as he slept was his last thought before falling into a deep sleep.

Lan Wangji continued to play, even though Jiang Cheng was sound asleep, and didn’t stop until his usual practice time was over. Then he got up to get dressed and readied his music room for the couple music students that would drop by for their lessons. He hoped all the giggling wouldn’t wake Jiang Cheng, but then he supposed there were worse things to wake up to, and thought no more on it when his first student of the afternoon showed up with her tiny qin on her back.

He had three students, a slower day, and it was a good hour before he needed to decide dinner when he escorted his final pupil to the door. The house fell silent again, calm with the echoes of children’s laughter and the magic of music being so earnestly learned. He moved quietly to the living room to check on Jiang Cheng. Seeing the cat still sound asleep was both endearing and worrying, and he could only hope the medicine was doing its job.