Wwx as homeland security agent working in cultural property crimes. He investigates smuggling of artifacts and gets them back to the countries they come from.

In this job he often has to consult subject matter experts. He has a good group he routinely calls. But one day they get a tip and find a storage locker with what looks like ancient musical instruments? Is that a guqin? He's only seen them in dramas.

He has no idea who to call.

Luckily, his fine art contact, NHS, knows a guy.

WWX is too shocked and surprised to protest.

The next things he knows, LWJ is pushing him into the bed.

Into LWJ's bed.

He should get up and go into his own room, his own bed.

But LWJ follows him down, climbing into the sheets behind him. WWX settles down under the bed linen. The sheets are crisp and cool against his skin. The pillow is soft, but supportive. Everything smells really good, clean, with a whiff of the laundry detergent they both use and the sandalwood body wash LWJ uses.

Another short little wangxian threadfic, shall we?

Featuring:

insomnia
oh my god they were roommates
there's only one bed (there's two, actually)
slight Jiang family drama
getting together WWX can't sleep.

That isn't exactly new. He often finds that his mind will not shut down, and keep him up late in to the night and on to the early morning hours.

He's learned not to fight it. Not to lie there in the dark and "try" to sleep. He gets up, he does something

Baby's 1st threadfic for #dadxianweek day 5 - teacher/mentor (yeah, I'm late).

Lan Wangji is surprised when he reads the email from a kindergarten teacher asking for help. He has no kids on his caseload in that class.

But she insists it's "one of his," so he goes. As the English Learner (EL) teacher, he has some say where his students, who speak a heritage language other than English, are placed. And they would never be placed in her class.

When he arrives, she is teaching a lesson on color words. One small boy is sitting silently.