The Untamed Mini-fic: My Brother's Bride (When Lan Xichen finally knows what he's always known)

It's a beautiful moonlit night. I stand on the little wooden bridge, tilting my face up toward the sky. It feels as if someone has scattered silver glitter over the world, the light shimmering on the water below. I take a deep, calming breath. My thoughts flit through my mind restlessly, like baby rabbits hopping on tiny feet.

Soft footsteps approach from behind. I don’t need to turn to know who it is. Even without looking, I recognize Lan Xichen’s presence. Still, I turn and bow in greeting. He smiles, serene and knowing.

LX: "Wangji, you're awake this late to admire the moon?"

Me: "Mn."

He studies me for a moment, then speaks gently.

LX: "Something on your mind, young one? Would I be wrong to presume you’re thinking about your impending wedding to Lord Zhou’s daughter?"

I exhale sharply, gripping the hilt of my sword. “Brother, please.”

Me (quietly): "Can we not talk about that? I was thinking about our young disciples and their training."

His expression doesn’t shift, but his next words cut through me.

LX: "Is it Childe Wei you’re concerned about?"

My hand tightens involuntarily.

Me: "Not exactly. He’s healing well; there’s nothing to worry about."

LX: "The medic mentioned his scars might have been—"

I turn sharply to face him.

Me (panicked): "W-what did the medic say? Are they infected? Is he going to be okay?”

Lan Xichen regards me with a piercing gaze, though there is no heat in it. Finally, he sighs and nods.

LX: "They’re healing well. Don’t worry, Wangji. But if you don’t mind, may I ask you something?"

A quiet sense of dread coils in my stomach, though I keep my expression neutral.

Me: "Mn."

His voice is soft but unrelenting.

LX: "Have you told Childe Wei how you truly feel?"

I freeze. My pulse pounds in my throat.

Me: "…Feel about him?"

LX: "Wangji, I've watched you suffer in silence for sixteen years. If you can't close the door to the past, how can the future ever prosper?"

A bitter smile tugs at my lips.

Me: "What if I don’t want to close that door?"

LX: "Dwelling on it may only bring pain. Are there even places left for more scars—on your body, or your soul?"

I inhale slowly, letting his words settle. Despite the ache in my chest, I find myself smiling faintly.

Me: "My body may carry scars forever, but my soul is clear. Just like his."

Lan Xichen watches me with those knowing, patient eyes.

LX: "I do not wish to tease you with a possibility that doesn’t exist. That would be cruel."

I swallow hard and avert my gaze.

Me: "Brother… We're already bonded for life."

His brows knit together.

LX: "Wangji… does that mean—?"

I nod, unable to meet his gaze.

Lan Xichen exhales slowly.

LX: "Shall I take this as a marriage, then? A marriage without vows?

I close my eyes.

Me: "The Grandmaster will not be pleased."

LX: No, he won’t.

A pause. Then, softer, “How did it happen?”

I hesitate.

Me: "I… got drunk one night."

His lips twitch.

LX: "And became your usual charming self?"

I grit my teeth.

Me: "I proposed to Wei Ying as per our ancient tradition..."

Lan Xichen lifts his eyebrow.

LX: "Which one? Our clan has thousands of them."

Me: "…By offering him two fat roosters."

A long silence. Then, unexpectedly, he chuckles. “And?”

I shift uncomfortably.

Me: "He agreed they were indeed...fat."

His laughter is quiet but genuine.

LX: "Wangjiya, much as I respect our traditions… are you certain your message to Childe Wei was clear enough?"

I feel heat rise to my face.

Me: "It wasn’t just the roosters. We… we…"

The words catch in my throat, refusing to form.

Lan Xichen eyes me with a fond expression.

LX: "You mean there were… clearer indications of your feelings for each other?"

I close my eyes. That night flashes vividly before me.

Wei Ying's soft gasp of realization, and the way our lips met in a tender, searching kiss. Our breaths mingling, tongues sliding together in a slow dance. Hearts pounding in unison as our bodies pressed together. A single tear tracing down his cheek before I caught it with my lips. My fingers tangled in his long hair, his nails raking down my back, pulling me closer—deeper. Each movement, each sensation was a surrender to something far greater than desire. And finally, a pleasure beyond my wildest dreams.

A hand touches my shoulder, waking me from my reverie. I try to school my expression, to calm my thoughts, but the heat creeping up my face must have given me away.

Lan Xichen’s voice is quiet but certain.

LX: "I think I already have my answer."

A heavy silence follows as he considers something, his expression shifting to one of steely determination.

“I’ll talk to Uncle,” he declares. “He should be made aware of this new development.”

My heart gives a funny jolt. The panic must have shown on my face because Lan Xichen’s grip on my shoulder tightens reassuringly.

LX: "What I mean is… he should know our Wangji has already found his soulmate, and inform the honorable Zhou clan accordingly."

I can’t contain the smile tugging at my lips this time.

Lan Xichen’s expression softens, but his words remain firm.

LX: The wedding is still very much on the cards, but this time, it will be a reunion of soulmates—never to be parted again.

Notes: This drabble is for the long suffering and ever loving Lan Xichen. Brother, you're the captain of our WangXian ship 🙏