Day 17: WitchXian
Witch wwx/Wizard lwj
#XianTober
Meeting with his uncle was always stressful.
Resentment was an ugly feeling, especially towards family, but he couldn't help feeling it every time his uncle ruined another family dinner simply because he couldn't accept
Witch wwx/Wizard lwj
#XianTober
Meeting with his uncle was always stressful.
Resentment was an ugly feeling, especially towards family, but he couldn't help feeling it every time his uncle ruined another family dinner simply because he couldn't accept
Lan Wangji's choices of life.
He was tired, and sometimes, especially at nights like these, he caught himself thinking, if he should simply go back and take over his position in the institution as he was expected to do.
Especially when his uncle put forth his best effort to
He was tired, and sometimes, especially at nights like these, he caught himself thinking, if he should simply go back and take over his position in the institution as he was expected to do.
Especially when his uncle put forth his best effort to
coax him into doing what 'he' wanted him to do and not what made Lan Wangji happy.
People can’t start measuring the pressure and the price that comes with bloodline. Blood is a debt for life, after all, and at this point in his life,
People can’t start measuring the pressure and the price that comes with bloodline. Blood is a debt for life, after all, and at this point in his life,
Lan Wangji had already realized he would never be accepted, at least, never the way he wanted to be.
No matter how disastrous a family meeting ends, at the end of the day, Lan Wangji will never be like his uncle expects him to be and Lan Qiren will never understand what it is
No matter how disastrous a family meeting ends, at the end of the day, Lan Wangji will never be like his uncle expects him to be and Lan Qiren will never understand what it is
to be him.
He leaned his sore back against his chair and sighed heavily.
The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock was slowly driving him crazy.
He grabbed his teacup and frowned when he saw that it was empty.
He leaned his sore back against his chair and sighed heavily.
The rhythmic ticking of the wall clock was slowly driving him crazy.
He grabbed his teacup and frowned when he saw that it was empty.
Putting the cup aside, he finally stared at his laptop screen, maybe for the thousandth time that night.
Well, he wasn't counting, was he?
He sighed.
He'd been in this new town for almost a week now and he still hadn't had the courage to check the bookstore.
Well, he wasn't counting, was he?
He sighed.
He'd been in this new town for almost a week now and he still hadn't had the courage to check the bookstore.
Sometimes, he felt like standing on the edge of a tightrope with nothing but a blindfold covering his eyes, and for every step ahead, he felt like taking two steps back.
Lan Wangji had crafted his entire life around solitude, and things had been working just fine that way, he had proven it to himself and to everyone else.
So why...
Why does he feel so alone?
So why...
Why does he feel so alone?
Sighing, he closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. He was too tired to think, but also too wired to sleep.
It was frustrating.
He folded his notes inside his moleskin, closed his laptop and gathered both up into his arms.
It was frustrating.
He folded his notes inside his moleskin, closed his laptop and gathered both up into his arms.
It was still early, the weather was cool and there weren't many people on the street. Maybe he could go out for a bit, he thought, to take his mind off of things.
He slipped on a black pea coat, put his phone on mute and left his apartment.
Maybe a walk would do him some good.
He slipped on a black pea coat, put his phone on mute and left his apartment.
Maybe a walk would do him some good.
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After a long walk around the park, a quick stop at the local farm market and a small tram trip looking between the blur of old houses and the isolated coves along the beach coast, Lan Wangji decided to go back home.
After a long walk around the park, a quick stop at the local farm market and a small tram trip looking between the blur of old houses and the isolated coves along the beach coast, Lan Wangji decided to go back home.
He was just walking around the corner of his building when he caught himself face to face with the bookstore.
His mother's bookstore. Now his.
He took the keys out of his pocket and stared down at them.
Well, he couldn’t avoid this forever.
His mother's bookstore. Now his.
He took the keys out of his pocket and stared down at them.
Well, he couldn’t avoid this forever.
Reluctantly, Lan Wangji inserted the key and turned it once, clicking it open.
He stepped in, walking through the bookshelves and slowly brushing his fingers against every corner and shelf. They were separated just like he remembered them to be.
He stepped in, walking through the bookshelves and slowly brushing his fingers against every corner and shelf. They were separated just like he remembered them to be.
Books filled the room with pages upon pages of information, and to his amazement, there was quite a big collection of spell books in his mother's private collection. There were books about dreams, some about faeries, others about the occult. They were infinite and incredible.
He loved the smell of old books, the weight of them in his hands, the paper between his fingers, the organic feeling of it. It was oddly electrifying, unique. Something technology will never be.
He walked a little bit further, until he finally spotted it.
He walked a little bit further, until he finally spotted it.
His mother's grimoire.
He took the thick, old leather bound book in his hands and he flipped through the pages, going from dark spells to simple spells, to house cleaning spells, until he stopped in one.
Memorium: Bound Memories.’ a simple spell to bottle up memories.
He took the thick, old leather bound book in his hands and he flipped through the pages, going from dark spells to simple spells, to house cleaning spells, until he stopped in one.
Memorium: Bound Memories.’ a simple spell to bottle up memories.
His mother's greatest creation.
He sighed deeply. For a moment, Lan Wangji closed his eyes and remembered his mother's serene face. Her dazzling smile, her slightly long hair, perfectly surrounding her face.
He sighed deeply. For a moment, Lan Wangji closed his eyes and remembered his mother's serene face. Her dazzling smile, her slightly long hair, perfectly surrounding her face.
The way she liked to braid little gentians into her locks and paint little moons on her forehead.
He missed her dearly.
He missed her dearly.
He closed the book. As much as he loved reading through his mother's spells, they had no use for him, he was a wizard after all, and his mother, was a witch.
The major difference between wizards and witches is that wizards have to rely on channeling objects and pre-fabricated spells to use their magic, and because of that, their magic is not as strong, natural, or focused as that of a witch.
Witches on the other hand, are the most powerful and most in tune with traditional magic. Witches can draw both power and energy from external elements, like spirits, nature and organic magic, as well as from themselves. They're magnificent creatures.
And that's why witches are generally outcasters in the magical society. That's also why his mother was exiled to live alone in this small, forgotten town.
That's also why he was going to finish his article and expose the institution for everything they’ve done.
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That's also why he was going to finish his article and expose the institution for everything they’ve done.
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He trudged through the peaceful neighborhood, enjoying the calm remains of the summer mornings, steadily cooling over by each day in preparation for autumn.
Each day at the same time, Lan Wangji walked past the little coffee shop down the street, spoken highly and well-loved by everyone in the area.
Every day at the same time, Lan Wangji would make excuses not to come in. He could feel a strong pull coming from within and he couldn't pinpoint exactly what it was, but it was strong.
Today was the same as every other day. He stood in front of his apartment entrance, conflicted.
Reluctantly, Lan Wangji pulled his hand away from the door handle of his building and looked over his shoulder, eyes slowly darting to the coffee shop in the distance.
Reluctantly, Lan Wangji pulled his hand away from the door handle of his building and looked over his shoulder, eyes slowly darting to the coffee shop in the distance.
It was a warm, old-looking, cozy sort of shop, with little flowerpots and cushioned wooden benches all over the place.
Holding his laptop case under his arm, he turned around and walked over to the little cafe.
Holding his laptop case under his arm, he turned around and walked over to the little cafe.
In retrospect, it could actually be a terrible idea, it surely felt like a terrible idea. But he would never know if he didn't try.
The bell on the door chimed quietly as he stepped through. The place was small but quite beautiful, Lan Wangji realized,
The bell on the door chimed quietly as he stepped through. The place was small but quite beautiful, Lan Wangji realized,
from the vintage decoration to the cute brick wall filled with blooms of tons of different flowers.
The sight was warm and friendly, the daylight coming through the large glass windows was perfectly angled to bathe the comfortable large sofa, the tables and
The sight was warm and friendly, the daylight coming through the large glass windows was perfectly angled to bathe the comfortable large sofa, the tables and
rows and rows of bookshelves aligned to the walls.
The place was mostly empty, the majority of the clients seemed to be young students from the local college down the street, all buried in books and running with last minute assignments during the breaks from their classes.
The place was mostly empty, the majority of the clients seemed to be young students from the local college down the street, all buried in books and running with last minute assignments during the breaks from their classes.
Lan Wangji closed his eyes and slowly breathed in the familiar scent of properly brewed tea.
The low lights created a soft glowing cloud of amber and gold around the place, creating the perfect atmosphere to relax and read, or in his case; write.
The low lights created a soft glowing cloud of amber and gold around the place, creating the perfect atmosphere to relax and read, or in his case; write.
He walked to the register, taking in the sight of freshly baked breads and colorful home-made cakes exposed behind the glass display attached to the counter.
“Good Morning!” A young attendant greeted him with a sheepish smile. “How can I help you?”
“Good Morning!” A young attendant greeted him with a sheepish smile. “How can I help you?”
It took Lan Wangji a moment before he finally turned his attention to the boy, now standing awkwardly in front of him. “Longjing tea, please.”
“Sure!” The boy laughed nervously and nodded as he walked over to prepare his tea. “Sugar?”
“Sure!” The boy laughed nervously and nodded as he walked over to prepare his tea. “Sugar?”
“No, thank you.” Lan Wangji answered and an uncomfortable silence followed.
Seconds later, the boy handed him the tea, gestured into the cafe and smiled. “Please make yourself comfortable and have a Tea-licious day!!”
"Thank you." He nodded quietly.
Seconds later, the boy handed him the tea, gestured into the cafe and smiled. “Please make yourself comfortable and have a Tea-licious day!!”
"Thank you." He nodded quietly.
Lan Wangji paid and just as he was told, made himself comfortable in a cozy corner at the end of the place, where the light was dim and the atmosphere was quiet and less crowded.
He turned at the window calmly, both drinking his perfectly steeped tea and watching the passersby outside, leisurely taking in the rare serene moment for all it was worth.
Maybe walking in hasn't been a complete waste of time, after all.
Maybe walking in hasn't been a complete waste of time, after all.
He set his laptop onto the table and flipped it open. He stared at the screen and the blank document stared back at him.
Minutes passed, Lan Wangji's tea had gotten significantly cold and his patience was starting to wear out again. And even so, he couldn't find the words.
Minutes passed, Lan Wangji's tea had gotten significantly cold and his patience was starting to wear out again. And even so, he couldn't find the words.
“If you keep frowning like that, you'll be all wrinkled.” Lan Wangji frowned even more when he felt a thumb pressing in the middle of his brows. “Ah, how can a beautiful face like yours use such a rigid and serious expression like that? You're ruining your handsome face.”
He could hear the smile in the man's voice, warm and smooth as he sat in the chair in front of him and leaned over, placing his elbows on the table and resting his chin on his hands.
He felt it again, that pull, so strong that he almost couldn't stop it, his weight leaned over by itself, he felt like part of his soul simply left his body to join the one in front of him. It was truly as if he had fallen under some spell of some weird stage of hypnosis.
And that frightened him.
Lan Wangji slowly looked up from his laptop and tried to keep his expression neutral when he caught the young man staring curiously at him.
The man's lips broke into an exhilarating smile as soon as their eyes met.
Lan Wangji slowly looked up from his laptop and tried to keep his expression neutral when he caught the young man staring curiously at him.
The man's lips broke into an exhilarating smile as soon as their eyes met.
He was handsome, probably the most beautiful person Lan Wangji had ever seen in all his 30 years of life, with pale skin and dark grey eyes, shining over a soft constellation of freckles dusted along his small, pointed nose.
He had some flour splattered on his apron, and a little bit of cream smudged on his face. Lan Wangji had to fight real hard against the sudden urge to lean in and wipe the cream off his cheeks.
“So, what’s your name, wizard?” He asked directly and unashamedly, and Lan Wangji could do nothing but squint his eyes and tilt his head in confusion. “What brings you here?”
How —
How —
“Come on, I could feel your magic from miles away, you’re not even trying to be subtle.” The man said when silence greeted him instead of an answer. “I’m Wei Ying, courtesy Wuxian! Will you tell me your name now?”
Lan Wangji blinked through his lashes, half blind and probably burned beyond recognition when the man offered him an easy bright smile and a twinkle.
His breath smelled of hot chocolate and sweet cinnamon, causing heat to coil in Lan Wangji’s stomach.
His breath smelled of hot chocolate and sweet cinnamon, causing heat to coil in Lan Wangji’s stomach.
Oh. How could he not have noticed this before?
“Lan Zhan, courtesy Wangji.” A little reluctantly, Lan Wangji finally answered. “Witch.”
“Lan Zhan, courtesy Wangji.” A little reluctantly, Lan Wangji finally answered. “Witch.”
“Smart, hehe!" He giggled. "Of course you have a beautiful voice to match that beautiful face, I feel so silly! Hahaha.”
Silly yes, Lan Wangji thought — and sweet, extremely fascinating and adorable too.
“So, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian repeated, as if tasting to see how the words
Silly yes, Lan Wangji thought — and sweet, extremely fascinating and adorable too.
“So, Lan Zhan.” Wei Wuxian repeated, as if tasting to see how the words
rolled around his tongue. “What is a high ranked wizard like yourself doing in a small town like this?”
Lan Wangji frowned slightly at the sound of his birth name, though he didn’t have the heart to correct him or tell him to stop.
Lan Wangji frowned slightly at the sound of his birth name, though he didn’t have the heart to correct him or tell him to stop.
It was fine, he guessed, it's not like he cared about it anyway, at least not anymore.
He shrugged.
“What is a powerful witch such as yourself doing in a small town like this?” He retorted.
He shrugged.
“What is a powerful witch such as yourself doing in a small town like this?” He retorted.
“Lemon meringue cheesecake and fresh strawberry shortcake with whipped cream and chocolate chips.” Wei Wuxian said out of sudden, sliding two dessert plates over the table.
His soft voice broke through Lan Wangji’s reverie as he blinked down at the two different plates being pushed in front of him. “What?”
“Hahaha, don't worry, I'm not trying to charm you or anything like that, hahaha, I just need someone to try these out for me and you seemed like the perfect subject.” He laughed, like chiming bells dancing with the wind.
Lan Wangji was sure he stopped breathing the moment Wei Ying opened his lips and made such a worldly thing as laugh, sweet like a birdsong — full, sweet, and genuinely warm, a laughter that would struck wonderfully inside his head for years on end.
It was a laugher that made home inside his chest, it took his breath away, melting his distress like a snowball on a sunny day.
Wei Wuxian's tied hair fell beautifully around his face as he half laughed, half hiccupped, shoulders shaking so very slightly.
He was so gone.
Wei Wuxian's tied hair fell beautifully around his face as he half laughed, half hiccupped, shoulders shaking so very slightly.
He was so gone.
It was like seeing color for the first time after living his whole life in a monochromatic blur of black and white.
What… was happening? Did he put a spell on him?
What… was happening? Did he put a spell on him?
Lan Wangji laid a hand on his chest, feeling his heart leaping furiously against his palm, slamming almost painfully against his ribs.
What... what an odd feeling.
What... what an odd feeling.
“Why are you asking 'me'?” Lan Wangji managed to ask.
“Oh” Wei Wuxian said, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eyes. “Wen Ning always says it's good no matter what I do, so his opinion is unreliable. Wen Qing never says anything at all, she just scolds me
“Oh” Wei Wuxian said, wiping a small tear from the corner of his eyes. “Wen Ning always says it's good no matter what I do, so his opinion is unreliable. Wen Qing never says anything at all, she just scolds me
me and tells me to get lost, so well, I need someone else to try my inventions. Ah!! Don't worry, it's on the house.” He put one finger on the border of the plate and drew the cake towards him, as if trying to encourage him to eat before slowly pulling his finger back.
“Also, I recognize a sweet tooth when I see one, and I really, really like your pretty face.”
“Shameless.” Lan Wangji murmured but took a piece anyway.
“That’s me!” Wei Wuxian placed his hands over the table and smiled, watching him expectantly. “Come on, come on, eat it!”
“Shameless.” Lan Wangji murmured but took a piece anyway.
“That’s me!” Wei Wuxian placed his hands over the table and smiled, watching him expectantly. “Come on, come on, eat it!”
Lan Wangji raised his eyebrow at him before bringing the spoon to his lips, taking a small, almost sophisticated bite.
However, as soon as he munched, Lan Wangji felt the world around him falling silent as his brain tried to take in that scandalous new piece of information.
However, as soon as he munched, Lan Wangji felt the world around him falling silent as his brain tried to take in that scandalous new piece of information.
It was delectable.
His golden, molten eyes widened for a moment, in fascination, in realization.
Delectable should be the only word used to describe what he just ate.
His golden, molten eyes widened for a moment, in fascination, in realization.
Delectable should be the only word used to describe what he just ate.
He had eaten strawberry short-cakes before, more than often, especially when he traveled on business or was invited to those fancy conferences with high ranked wizards and mages.
But nothing could ever be compared to that.
But nothing could ever be compared to that.
It was full of flavor. Every single taste was sublime, heavenly and almost luscious. It exploded in his mouth and melted around his tongue. It was… fascinating.
“Wow…” Wei Wuxian stared at him in wonder. “How can you eat a cake full of whipped cream and still look so elegant?”
“Wow…” Wei Wuxian stared at him in wonder. “How can you eat a cake full of whipped cream and still look so elegant?”
“You did this?” Lan Wangji turned his eyes to him. He had never eaten anything like that in his entire life, and it felt like a heavy dose of feelings shooting straight into his bloodstream.
Wei Wuxian nodded proudly. “With my own hands! Did you like it?!”
Wei Wuxian nodded proudly. “With my own hands! Did you like it?!”
“Mn.” He took another bite.
Wei Wuxian clapped his hands in ecstasy, sending a puffy cloud of flour into the air.
“Is it good?!”
“Mn.”
“Very good or just good?” Wei Wuxian's eyes never left him as he munched, and Lan Wangji never felt so exposed.
Wei Wuxian clapped his hands in ecstasy, sending a puffy cloud of flour into the air.
“Is it good?!”
“Mn.”
“Very good or just good?” Wei Wuxian's eyes never left him as he munched, and Lan Wangji never felt so exposed.
“Perfectly good.”
“Okay, I’ll believe you, you don't seem the type to lie.” He grinned.
“I would never.” Lan Wangji simply replied.
“It's a new recipe! I put pink pepper in the dough, it's delicate, fragrant and sweet, it works so harmoniously with strawberry and vanilla!
“Okay, I’ll believe you, you don't seem the type to lie.” He grinned.
“I would never.” Lan Wangji simply replied.
“It's a new recipe! I put pink pepper in the dough, it's delicate, fragrant and sweet, it works so harmoniously with strawberry and vanilla!
I put a bit of cardamom too, and powdered sugar! Oh God, you can tell me to shut up if you want to, I don’t know when to stop.” He giggled, eyes blazing at him like a cosmic storm, and Lan Wangji let himself fall away into the whirl of his sounds.
“Oh, and there's the secret ingredient too."
He wanted him to never stop.
“Which is?”
He winked. “Magic.”
Oh damn, he was so lost.
He wanted him to never stop.
“Which is?”
He winked. “Magic.”
Oh damn, he was so lost.
“The first time I made them I put so much pepper Wen Qing literally cried.” His eyes softened. “I almost died that night!”
How can someone be so wild and speak so freely? Especially with a stranger?
How can someone be so wild and speak so freely? Especially with a stranger?
“Now eat the lemon cake.” He pulled the edge of Lan Wangji's sleeve all the more excited. “This one has white peppercorn.”
“You still haven't answered my previous question.” Lan Wangji picked up the spoon and looked at the appealing lemon cake in front of him.
“You still haven't answered my previous question.” Lan Wangji picked up the spoon and looked at the appealing lemon cake in front of him.
“Well, what can I say? I'm just a simple witch, I don't need much to be happy, you know? I'm just minding my own business, making some potions here and there, healing the sick, tending to my little gardens, baking my goodies, what more could I want?”
"The people around here, do they know you're a—"
However, before Lan Wangji could finish, they heard noises in the kitchen and a sudden shout. “Wei Wuxian! Come back to this kitchen right the fucking now or else!”
However, before Lan Wangji could finish, they heard noises in the kitchen and a sudden shout. “Wei Wuxian! Come back to this kitchen right the fucking now or else!”
Wei Wuxian's expression immediately turned into something which could only be resembled as a childish pout, but he obliged all the same.
“Sorry, gotta go!” Rising to his feet, Wei Wuxian rolled his long black sleeves up to his elbows and patted down his red apron
“Sorry, gotta go!” Rising to his feet, Wei Wuxian rolled his long black sleeves up to his elbows and patted down his red apron
before shooting him another devastating smile. “It was really nice to meet you, Lan Zhan, hope to see you around more often.”
Lan Wangji couldn't help the tiny and soft smile that came into his face at that. “It was nice to meet you as well, Wei Ying.”
Lan Wangji couldn't help the tiny and soft smile that came into his face at that. “It was nice to meet you as well, Wei Ying.”
And with that, Wei Wuxian ran in the direction of the counter and disappeared behind a wooden door.
Lan Wangji looked at his own reflection on his now black laptop screen with an exasperated look. Pine over a man he’d just met and never even had a real conversation with was beyond craziness, wasn't it?
Wei Ying had probably put a spell on him, love spells were forbidden, however, being a wizard himself, he would know if there was magic involved, right?
He closed the laptop gently and finished eating his cheesecake, which was already his favorite so far.
He closed the laptop gently and finished eating his cheesecake, which was already his favorite so far.
The quiet and pleasant morning slowly drifted into an even delightful afternoon.
He stood, gathered his things, and walked his way toward the door.
“Hey Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian's boisterous voice called out from behind him.
He stood, gathered his things, and walked his way toward the door.
“Hey Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian's boisterous voice called out from behind him.
Lan Wangji paused on his steps and turned to find the man half bent over the counter, a wide smile curved on his lips.
“You'll come back, right?”
In that moment, despite the chill of the air, Lan Wangji felt warm, and genuinely inspired for the first time in weeks.
“You'll come back, right?”
In that moment, despite the chill of the air, Lan Wangji felt warm, and genuinely inspired for the first time in weeks.
“Mn.” He breathed. "I will."
That night, Lan Wangji wrote about sunshine smiles, steaming chocolate mugs and soft grey eyes.
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That night, Lan Wangji wrote about sunshine smiles, steaming chocolate mugs and soft grey eyes.
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He started coming in every day after that.
Every morning Wei Wuxian greeted him with a smile and a sweet piece of a new recipe, and every morning, Lan Wangji found himself looking back at him, looking for that suffocating grin and a hint of something sweet.
Every morning Wei Wuxian greeted him with a smile and a sweet piece of a new recipe, and every morning, Lan Wangji found himself looking back at him, looking for that suffocating grin and a hint of something sweet.
On Tuesday, Wei Wuxian surprised him with a piece of Blood Plum Crostata spiced with star anise and vanilla pods.
On Wednesday, he brought him a Chocolate Custard cake with Pecan Brittle, cinnamon and ginger.
Over the weekend, when he found out Lan Wangji had a little big
On Wednesday, he brought him a Chocolate Custard cake with Pecan Brittle, cinnamon and ginger.
Over the weekend, when he found out Lan Wangji had a little big
addiction to tea latte, he started testing different recipes every day.
And every day he took at least twenty minutes to sit and talk to Lan Wangji, about recipes and little things about himself, about nothing much in particular and sometimes about the world and everything.
And every day he took at least twenty minutes to sit and talk to Lan Wangji, about recipes and little things about himself, about nothing much in particular and sometimes about the world and everything.
It had been quite easy to adjust to this new normal routine. So in the middle of the second week, Lan Wangji began to wish everyday could start and end like this.
Wei Wuxian seemed happy using Lan Wangji as his sole taster subject, and Lan Wangji was more than happy complying to it.
Little did he know… that he was already under that old black magic called love.
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Little did he know… that he was already under that old black magic called love.
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Lan Wangji stopped his jog to catch his breath, enjoying the chill in the air and the gentle ache of exertion.
The rising sun was bright and penetrating, but not quite warm yet.
The rising sun was bright and penetrating, but not quite warm yet.
He breathed in deeply, readying himself to resume his run when he felt that enigmatic pull again, stronger this time, like a torrent.
He turned back around, searching for it, swaying on his feet, resisting the urge to simply run in its direction
He turned back around, searching for it, swaying on his feet, resisting the urge to simply run in its direction
There was something familiar about the way the feeling was almost tangible, like it made the air around him heavy and light at the same time. It felt... it felt like magic
His feet moved on their own, he walked up the block, faster and faster, until they finally decided to stop
His feet moved on their own, he walked up the block, faster and faster, until they finally decided to stop
He took a calming breath, trying to slow both his pulse and his beating heart.
He looked around, half expecting to see the source of his frustration when he saw him.
Wei Wuxian, in his garden, to be more precise.
Lan Wangji stood there in the quiet, observing.
He looked around, half expecting to see the source of his frustration when he saw him.
Wei Wuxian, in his garden, to be more precise.
Lan Wangji stood there in the quiet, observing.
He was kneeling on the grass, casually singing to some new pop song, his hair was loose, adorned with a flower crown woven into his raven-like locks, dressed in a puff sleeved white blouse and a short black overall.
It seemed cozy and comfortable as it falled down around his mid thighs.
Sunshine gleamed against his onyx black hair, adding a warm hue to the side of his face.
He was beautiful…
Sunshine gleamed against his onyx black hair, adding a warm hue to the side of his face.
He was beautiful…
“When the crescent moon awakes, life will start to grow.” Wei Wuxian intoned as a jolt of electricity spiraled from his hands.
Lan Wangji watched him, listening to his enchantments contemplatively, heart beating fast inside his chest
“Bleeding heart, grow, and glow, and beat."
Lan Wangji watched him, listening to his enchantments contemplatively, heart beating fast inside his chest
“Bleeding heart, grow, and glow, and beat."
The garden immediately lit up, answering to his claims.
Two dead shrubs started to rise, then slowly blossomed into flowering plants and fruits, in particular peonies and forget-me-nots.
Two dead shrubs started to rise, then slowly blossomed into flowering plants and fruits, in particular peonies and forget-me-nots.
Plant by plant, flower by flower, fruit by fruit, he tended to his garden, leaving with it, a delicate touch of his heart.
Wei Wuxian's squeals of delight grew into hysterical laughter as the plants became alive, playfully tickling him until he fell down on the grass.
Wei Wuxian's squeals of delight grew into hysterical laughter as the plants became alive, playfully tickling him until he fell down on the grass.
Lan Wangji inhaled through his nose, keeping the air trapped inside his lungs before slowly exhaling.
“You should tell him.” A deep voice startled Lan Wangji out of his trance.
“You should tell him.” A deep voice startled Lan Wangji out of his trance.
He looked to his side, where a black cat stared at him curiously, head held high and proud, its big opal eyes slowly blinking as he shamelessly climbed onto his shoulders.
A black cat and a broom, Lan Wangji chuckled. Of course.
A black cat and a broom, Lan Wangji chuckled. Of course.
“I don’t think he would like to know.” He responded.
“What makes you so sure?” The cat retorted.
“He’s too good for someone like me.” Lan Wangji scratched the cat behind its ears and the cat shrugged, from the tip of his tail to his whiskers.
“What makes you so sure?” The cat retorted.
“He’s too good for someone like me.” Lan Wangji scratched the cat behind its ears and the cat shrugged, from the tip of his tail to his whiskers.
“Do you really think it is better to live in ignorance?” Instead of leaping out onto the floor, the cat hopped down onto the fence, staring right back into his eyes.
Lan Wangji fell silent as he tried to come up with the words.
“It’s... hard.”
Lan Wangji fell silent as he tried to come up with the words.
“It’s... hard.”
“Why are you humans so complicated?” The cat curled its tail into a question mark, slightly tipping its head to the side, as if pitying his lack of intelligence. “My witch is no better.”
The cat's ears suddenly twitched and focused, as if he was sensing something Lan Wangji couldn't see.
"Cherish the ones you love before you have to mourn the ones that perished." The cat said simply.
Lan Wangji was about to answer when Wei Wuxian appeared in front of him.
"Cherish the ones you love before you have to mourn the ones that perished." The cat said simply.
Lan Wangji was about to answer when Wei Wuxian appeared in front of him.
He beamed, completely unsurprised to see Lan Wangji talking to his cat on the other side of the fence. "Ah, hello there, mister Wizard." He said gleefully. "The weather is perfect for some gardening, don't you think?"
“Wei Ying, good morning.”
“Wei Ying, good morning.”
“Morning!” He walked through the garden gates, stopping by his side. "He's kinda feral you know, wild?" Wei Wuxian laughed. "He comes and goes as he pleases. Hop on, kiddo, go go."
And as if on cue, the cat gave a deep stretch and streaked from the place, vanishing into nothingness before their eyes.
"What a snob!"
"What a snob!"
For a moment they just stared at each other, until Wei Wuxian smiled, looking up at him with big doe eyes.
“Lan Zhan?” A tentative hand touched his, soft fingertips closed over his skin.
“Mn?”
“Lan Zhan?” A tentative hand touched his, soft fingertips closed over his skin.
“Mn?”
“Do you feel it too?” Wei Wuxian whispered, slowly closing the gap between their bodies.
“I do.” Lan Wangji cupped the curve of his jaw, his thumb brushing a soft path along his cheekbone. "I do."
They met in the middle, bringing their lips together.
“I do.” Lan Wangji cupped the curve of his jaw, his thumb brushing a soft path along his cheekbone. "I do."
They met in the middle, bringing their lips together.
Wei Wuxian hummed softly into the kiss, opening his lips and kissing back deeply. They stood there, kissing in front of the white wooden gates, lips joined, tongues tangling for minutes on end.
Lan Wangji could feel it, Wei Wuxian's heart beating fast like his, just as strong as his.
This is—this is what it means, he thought, to find someone in this way, to love someone in this way.
This is—this is what it means, he thought, to find someone in this way, to love someone in this way.
Wei Wuxian sighed and shaked his head as they parted, a ghost of a smile still playing on his lips. "You're a ridiculous man, you realize that?" His voice was breathy, lips kissed swollen, the most beautiful thing Lan Wangji had ever seen.
“I do.” He leaned forward and kissed him softly again, savoring the taste of honey on his pliant and willing lips.
"Wei Ying, what are you doing in this town?" He asked again, lips brushing against his.
"Wei Ying, what are you doing in this town?" He asked again, lips brushing against his.
"Ah, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan..." Wei Wuxian laced his fingers with his. "That's my town. It's not big, but it's all right, the only thing I need in this big, wide world is you."
Lan Wangji smiled, kissing the tip of his nose, "Mn, everything I need is right here."
Lan Wangji smiled, kissing the tip of his nose, "Mn, everything I need is right here."
The end?/
I just wanted to write lost Lan Wangji finding love in a small town.
And I love witch wwx and baker wwx so much that I decided to fuse them both hehe
I just wanted to write lost Lan Wangji finding love in a small town.
And I love witch wwx and baker wwx so much that I decided to fuse them both hehe
Bonus:
The black cat is wwx's familiar, Suibian, he loves his little witch dearly, so you better not mess up with him.
Lan Wangji finishes his article and he finally succeeds in exposing the institution's crimes against the witches.
The black cat is wwx's familiar, Suibian, he loves his little witch dearly, so you better not mess up with him.
Lan Wangji finishes his article and he finally succeeds in exposing the institution's crimes against the witches.
So now, they can live and use their magic freely and as they please.
Lan Wangji gives his mother's grimoire to wwx, his most important earthly possession to his most important person.
He eventually reopens his mother's bookstore.
Lan Wangji gives his mother's grimoire to wwx, his most important earthly possession to his most important person.
He eventually reopens his mother's bookstore.
Lan Wangji loves helping Wei Wuxian in the kitchen, especially when he can knead his dough for him at all hours of the day. (If you know what I mean.)
It's not a surprise that a year later, on their wedding day, Wei Ying already has a little bun inside his oven.
It's not a surprise that a year later, on their wedding day, Wei Ying already has a little bun inside his oven.
It might not seen but this was heavily inspired by Kiki's delivery service, I wanted to add that flying scene so bad, but I just couldn't fit it in, so stay with it now as a bonus:
~A wild policeman approaches Wei Ying on the run.~
"You almost caused a big accident! Flying around town like that is dangerous!"
"But I'm a witch. All witches fly!"
"Witches have to obey the traffic laws like everyone else!!"
Wei Ying ran the red sign 🛑 anyway.
"You almost caused a big accident! Flying around town like that is dangerous!"
"But I'm a witch. All witches fly!"
"Witches have to obey the traffic laws like everyone else!!"
Wei Ying ran the red sign 🛑 anyway.
Wei Ying's cute outfit 💕 
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