Marriage

This is a little tale of Wei WuXian and Lan WangJi finally tying the knot. It’s set after everything settles down and peace is restored.

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The sunlight bathed Gusu in a golden glow, the crisp mountain air carrying the faint scent of blooming lotus flowers. The Cloud Recesses was more alive than ever before, adorned with delicate white lanterns and soft ribbons that swayed gently in the breeze. It was a rare day where the usually stern and disciplined disciples allowed themselves to smile freely.

Wei WuXian stood in a quiet corner, fidgeting with the hem of his red robe. “Lan Zhan, are you sure this isn’t too much? I mean, the ribbons, the lanterns, the ceremony... Isn’t this a little, I don’t know, over the top?”

Lan WangJi, dressed in a matching robe of crimson trimmed with gold, simply gave him a calm look. “Mn.”

Wei WuXian rolled his eyes but couldn’t help the grin that tugged at his lips. “You and your mn. Is that a yes or a no?”

“It is perfect,” Lan WangJi replied, his voice steady and warm, the corners of his usually stoic lips softening into something that could almost be called a smile.

Wei WuXian felt his heart skip a beat. Even now, after all these years, Lan WangJi’s rare moments of openness left him breathless. “Alright, alright,” Wei WuXian relented, throwing his hands up in mock surrender. “But don’t blame me if your uncle faints from the shock of me walking down the aisle.”

Lan WangJi tilted his head slightly, his expression as serene as ever. “Uncle approves.”

Wei WuXian blinked. “Wait, he what?”

Before Lan WangJi could answer, a young disciple appeared to usher them to their places. The courtyard was filled with familiar faces: Jiang Cheng stood off to the side, his arms crossed but his eyes betraying a flicker of pride. Wen Ning lingered quietly in the back, a soft smile on his lips. The rest of the sects had sent representatives, all gathered to witness the union of two legends.

Wei WuXian took his place opposite Lan WangJi, and for once in his life, he found himself at a loss for words. The ceremony began, the chants of the Lan Sect elders weaving a solemn melody that seemed to blend with the gentle rustle of the wind.

When it came time to exchange vows, Wei WuXian couldn’t help but inject a bit of his characteristic mischief. “Lan Zhan,” he began, his voice carrying both laughter and sincerity, “I promise to annoy you for the rest of my life. To steal your rabbits, challenge your rules, and probably embarrass you at every opportunity. But I also promise to stand by your side, no matter what. To protect you, cherish you, and love you with everything I have.”

Lan WangJi’s gaze was steady, his golden eyes filled with an unshakable devotion. “Wei Ying,” he said, his voice like the first rays of dawn, “I vow to protect you, to support you, and to treasure you. To ensure your laughter never fades and to share with you the peace we both fought for.”

By the time the red ribbon was tied between their wrists, signifying their union, there wasn’t a dry eye in the courtyard. Even Jiang Cheng was suspiciously wiping at his face, muttering something about the wind.

Later, as the night descended and the festivities carried on, Wei WuXian leaned against Lan WangJi’s shoulder, his face lit by the warm glow of the lanterns. “So, Lan Zhan,” he teased, his voice low, “how does it feel to finally be stuck with me forever?”

Lan WangJi looked at him, his gaze so tender it made Wei WuXian’s teasing falter. “Perfect,” he said simply.

And in that moment, Wei WuXian knew that, for the first time in a long while, he was truly home.

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