Unedited, apologies for any mistakes! Not exactly discreet, but I can’t imagine Wangxian being entirely discreet. xD Hope you like it, lovely.
They think they’re being discreet, but Lan Qiren sees it all. The way Wei Wuxian shifts closer to Lan Wangji until they’re shoulder to shoulder at the table, one hand sliding under the table; the way Lan Wangji’s eyes flicker down to meet Wei Wuxian’s, the corners crinkling ever so slightly. The way Wei Wuxian leans up to whisper something in Lan Wangji’s ear, his lips ghosting across the shell of it.
At dinner! Before the entire sect!
It’s shameless, beyond shameless, and Lan Qiren wants to put a stop to the madness. Only, he had declared that Wei Wuxian was invisible to him, which meant no eye contact, no greetings, absolutely no acknowledgment of the devil’s presence. He could yell at Lan Wangji, but Lan Wangji is so lost to Wei Wuxian’s demonic charm that Lan Qiren doesn’t even recognize his own nephew anymore. Teeth clenched, he drops his gaze to the table, focuses on swallowing the food in front of him. Hard, when his appetite has disappeared thanks to those two fools.
He manages several mouthfuls. Then, in a moment of folly, he raises his head again.
Wei Wuxian has left his seat to join the junior disciples at their table—“We shouldn’t talk during mealtime,” Lan Sizhui says in a hushed tone; “What’d you say,” Lan Jingyi practically screams—and Lan Wangji has dutifully followed, one hand on Wei Wuxian’s waist. Lan Qiren watches in horror as the hand shifts, lower, in what looks like a light caress. Rests on Wei Wuxian’s hip, fingers curling into the fabric of Wei Wuxian’s robes, before—Lan Qiren’s heart ceases—Lan Wangji leans in to press his mouth to the back of Wei Wuxian’s neck.
Wei Wuxian’s hitch of breath echoes throughout the quiet dining room.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Wuxian hisses, without heat. “Not there.”
Lan Wangji lifts a finger and drags it across skin, the loose strands of hair on Wei Wuxian’s neck. Barely hidden behind the thick curtain of Wei Wuxian’s ponytail.
“Here?” he asks, voice gone low.
Lan Qiren feels as if he’s experiencing a qi deviation.
He should have had dinner with Lan Xichen at his cottage—a simple, peaceful meal, devoid of Wei Wuxian and… and whatever beast Lan Wangji has turned into.
Mentally, Lan Qiren apologizes to his brother; he tried his best with his sons, he truly did.