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Lan Zhan has been looking forward to going home today. Work has been hell, made all the worse for the fact it separated him from his newly adopted son and husband. Wei Ying is the one who can take time off work right now, so he does but it makes Lan Zhan ache to be beside him all the more.
The house lights are on when he pulls into the driveway and it makes the house look cheerful, and stress leach from his shoulders. When he opens the door, the quietness makes him pause though. Wei Ying and the newly adopted Wei Yuan are a great many things, but Lan Zhan would not call them quiet.
The reason for the stillness becomes immediately clear though, and Lan Zhan smiles. Little A-Yuan is sprawled out on the floor in the living room, fast asleep. It rather looks like a tornado made of glitter has torn through the living room as well (and Lan Zhan is fairly sure the ceiling is twinkling faintly), coating everything with a fine layer. He does not see Wei Ying immediately, but he does not worry. His husband would not leave A-Yuan alone. The mystery is solved when Wei Ying emerges from the kitchen with a broom and dustpan.
The wide eyed look Wei Ying gives him tells him that he was not expected home for several more hours (not unexpected, but Lan Zhan had begged off to spend time with his new family and his brother had granted it). Wei Ying looks even more ethereal than normal, his long black braids twisted with gold and silver- there’s a light sparkle across the bridge of his nose in blue as well.
Lan Zhan carefully steps closer, ever aware of their son napping on the floor, and bemused by the little puffs of glitter that swirl around his shoes with every step.
“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying greets him, voice soft with affection, “I wasn’t expecting you home for a couple hours longer.” He answers his husband’s unasked question with a kiss, gently gripping Wei Ying’s wrist and not minding the grainy feeling of glitter between their skin. Wei Ying leans into the kiss easily, as Lan Zhan has always known him to do. “Mhh,” Wei Ying pulls away and exhales, breath skittering across Lan Zhan’s lips, “I have to clean up, Lan Zhan. Our dearest star has made quite a mess. Why don’t you order dinner while I try and get the glitter out of everything.”
Lan Zhan doesn’t really want to let go of Wei Ying. “Brother says glitter is ‘the devil’s art’ and cannot be removed.” Perhaps a vacuum would do better than a broom and dustpan either way.
“Dada?” A sleepy voice calls out from behind them and Lan Zhan’s heart melts in delight. Both him and Wei Ying had not expected A-Yuan to take to calling them by names such as ‘father,’ but he’s recently started calling them a great multitude of names.
“Yes, little star?” Wei Ying replies, soft smile on his face as well.
“Want up!” A-Yuan demands, accompanied by the sound of socks on hardwood. Lan Zhan would deny his son and husband nothing in the world, so he releases Wei Ying, turns around, and scoops A-Yuan off his feet, to the delight of A-Yuan. Much like his father, A-Yuan is covered in glitter. Lan Zhan suspects this suit will hide glitter for many years to come, but does not mind as A-Yuan cuddles up to him and throws his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck. Wei Ying all but drops the dustpan and broom in his haste to pull out his phone and snap a picture. Lan Zhan would bet it would be his background until Wei Ying takes another photo.
Gently, Lan Zhan presses a kiss to A-Yuan’s forehead. “Did A-Yuan have fun today?” Lan Zhan asks his son and feels his enthusiastic nod.
“Lots of fun, papa! Dada said we’d have to clean up before you got home though. Sorry…” A-Yuan’s voice goes soft at the end and Lan Zhan hums.
“It is fine, little one. We will have your Dada clean it all up instead.”
Wei Ying shoots him a mock offended look which makes A-Yuan giggle. Lan Zhan carries A-Yuan into the kitchen and calls to order their favorite takeout while Wei Ying attempts to get the living room under control. It is slightly less glitter-bombed looking afterwards, but Lan Zhan predicts they’ll be finding glitter for years to come.