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Wei Wuxian hadn’t meant to stop. He wasn’t supposed to be back yet — lingering outside the Cloud Recesses’ courtyards, hands tightening and loosening at his sides as he watched from a distance. He was going to surprise his Lan Zhan, his Hanguang-Jun, his husband in all but ceremony.
It had been two weeks since he’d last returned, two weeks of restless travel, of distractions that failed to distract. He had convinced himself it was better that way — letting Lan Wangji live his life without the shadow of his presence looming overhead all the time. Sure, he could visit his Lan Zhan for a month or two, then he would take a few weeks to explore. He always came back, if only to see his love smile.
But then he saw them .
Lan Wangji stood beneath the lantern light, the soft glow reflecting against the pristine white of his robes. Beside him, Jiang Cheng — of all people — was speaking, his face calmer than Wei Wuxian had seen in years.
He should have felt relieved.
Should have been happy, even, that his brother had found a way to move forward. That Lan Wangji, the one person who had stood by him against all reason, was willing to let go of past grievances and accept Jiang Cheng’s attempts at… whatever this was .
But then — Lan Wangji smiled. Wait, what?
It was small, barely a fraction of a movement, but Wei Wuxian knew what he saw. He attuned himself to that small movement. A gentle softening at the corners of his lips, a warmth in his eyes that had nothing to do with politeness or duty.
A smile that Wei Wuxian had once fought for. A smile that, for years, had belonged to him alone.
The realization cut deeper than he expected.
He didn’t realize his breath had gone shallow until his fingers curled involuntarily at his sides. He wanted to move forward, to break whatever moment was passing between them, to crack some ridiculous joke that would bring Lan Wangji’s attention back to him . Jiang Cheng had done nothing to earn that pleasure.
But what right did he have?
Jiang Cheng hadn’t even fully forgiven him. Their moments together were awkward, fragile — like walking across thin ice, both of them too proud to admit the weight of what lay between them.
And yet here he was, standing beside Lan Wangji with easy familiarity.
The thought made something ache, deep and dull beneath his ribs.
Wei Wuxian turned away before they could see him.
He should leave.
He would leave.
It was better this way.
Lan Wangji had given him more than anyone ever had — more than he deserved . Devotion that never wavered, love that remained unshaken despite everything he had done. Lan Wangji had followed him through life, through death, through exile and return, through hell itself . Wei Wuxian had no right to doubt him. And he didn’t, not really. He doubted himself.
It had been so long since he had seen Lan Wangji look at anyone like that. And Jiang Cheng of all people? Wasn’t it ridiculous? The two of them had spent years at each other’s throats, bound only by mutual grief and resentment. What did they even talk about?
Why had Lan Wangji smiled? The thought twisted inside him like a dull blade, stirring something that had no name.
Perhaps it wouldn’t be so impossible.
Lan Wangji was steady, unshaken, an unmoving mountain — just like Jiang Cheng. Unlike Wei Wuxian, who had spent a lifetime running from himself, from the past, from the bodies piled high in the wake of his existence. Jiang Cheng understood duty, responsibility. He wasn’t drenched in blood.
It was selfish, wasn’t it? To want to stay, to believe that after everything, he could still be worthy of standing beside Lan Wangji.
He knew, knew , that Lan Wangji loved him. He had proven it over and over again, had endured everything Wei Wuxian had thrown at him — his laughter, his sharp edges, his destruction, and his return.
But love was not the same as happiness.
Lan Wangji loved him, but did Wei Wuxian make him happy ? Wei Wuxian wasn’t sure he wanted to know the answer.
His love for Lan Wangji had never been something he could define. It had started when they were barely more than boys — when Lan Wangji had been the only one who ever told him “no.”
The only one who had looked at him, really looked at him, and refused to be swept away by his charm, his endless laughter, his reckless defiance.
Lan Wangji had hated him back then, hadn’t he? Or maybe Wei Wuxian had just convinced himself of that because it had been easier than facing the weight in his chest every time their eyes met. Lan Zhan had convinced him that none of that was true upon his return, but it still lingered in the back of his mind.
It had been easier to fight, to challenge, to tease — to demand Lan Wangji’s attention in any way he could.
And then Lan Wangji had followed him, over and over again, despite every reason not to.
Wei Wuxian had drowned in his own choices, in his own downfall, and when he had crawled back into the world, Lan Wangji had been there. Steady. Waiting. Unyielding.
But how long could love like that last?
How long before Lan Wangji woke up and realized that Wei Wuxian had never been someone worth waiting for? That he could find someone better, someone who wouldn’t drag him through storm after storm, someone who could give him a future without shadows at their back? Someone easier to deal with. Someone the elders would accept and that his Shufu would praise.
Wei Wuxian exhaled shakily, pressing the heel of his hand against his eyes.
The love he felt for Lan Wangji was vast, all-consuming. It had existed before he had words for it, before he had ever let himself imagine having something like this.
But maybe it wasn’t enough.
Maybe he wasn’t enough.
Maybe it was time to let go.