[closed] in which wangxian are themselves

[souheki]

[SO HERE THEY ARE, some indeterminate amount of time after the world's most chaotic love confession and elopement, adjusting to life in a post-Jin Guangyao world. It's been strange, adjusting to a life of freedom, companionship, happiness. Things aren't fixed, and they most certainly aren't perfect, but it's more than Lan Wangji ever would've dared to hope he could have, and he wouldn't trade it for anything.

Of course, decades of contempt can't be erased so easily. The Yiling Patriarch is still a fearsome and hated figure, still the monster in the dark, and still a tempting prize for those both thirsty for fame and stupid enough, or desperate enough, to take the risk. Even the combination of their power isn't always enough to deter the particularly determined, which appears to be what's happening this time.

This one, however, is a little...

...Well. In the words of someone less refined, it's REALLY FUCKING DUMB.

Lan Wangji barely even bothers to read the note, a very poorly disguised attempt to lure Wei Wuxian away; he spares approximately 2 seconds looking at it before he shakes his head, none of his exasperation showing on his face.]

Leave it.

[DON'T HUMOR THE ANGRY MOB NPCS, HUSBAND]

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he is an embarrassment

[afterthemoment]

But Er-geege, why would I want to do that? Didn't you read the note? These people so clearly want to meet me... How could I not grant their wish?

[Wei Wuxian's entire face lit up when he saw the note, his eyes already sparkling with mischief and merriment. Married life has suited him very well; having a loyal, devoted husband and stable home where he feels safe and secure may not have magically cured everything that ails him but it's been the treatment he needs. He's the happiest he's ever been since his youth, back before the fall of Lotus Pier. Not even the lingering fear and contempt directed toward can diminish the simple joy and contentment he feels now.]

Pretty please let me go, Lan Zhan? It's better to deal with the problem now than let it continue to fester, don't you think? Next time, their next plan could be better than this one.

[Wei Wuxian sidles up to Lan Wangji, fingers curling into the front of his robes.]