This was so cute! Would a hundred percent read more about them living in a cute little cottage together!

His crow had cultivates a human form! And from that day he chattered at Lan Zhan incessantly, except now Lan Zhan could understand him. And Lan Zhan continued to give him gifts, like jewelry, knickknacks to tinker with, and eventually a wedding ring.

A week later, he comes home to find a beautiful boy lounging on his front porch. He leaps up and rushes to greet Lan Zhan, a familiar scarlet ribbon dancing in his black hair and his mother's gold earring dangling from one ear.

He decides to give the crow something really special one day, one of his mother's earrings. The crow takes it, but does not come back after. Lan Wangji is devastated. He cannot pay attention in class and his uncle begins to worry.

He's heard that if you give things to crows, they become your friend. So he starts leaving small shiny things, like buttons, coins, and shimmery lengths of ribbon. The crow takes them all and they do become friends. Lan Zhan can even feed him out of the palm of his hand.

Inspired by Zorro who is named after the Spanish word for fox. This was was fun to write and I'd love to expand it someday.

Wei Wuxian hoisted himself up behind Lan Wangji and reached around for the reins.

"Wei Ying..."

"Yes?"

He did not know how to ask, and Wei Wuxian would deny it. So he simply said, "Thank you."

"Of course " Wei Wuxian flicked the reins and they continued down the road.

He gently lifted the loop of rope from where it still rested against Lan Wangji's collarbones and helped him climb into Chenqing's saddle. A saddle which also looked suspiciously similar to the one on Huli Jing's black horse, which looked a whole lot like Chenqing.

He did not respond, momentarily taken aback by how similar those eyes were to the pair shadowed beneath Huli Jing's mask. He narrowed his own eyes in suspicion.

Wei Wuxian took his lack of response as a sign that he was not okay.

"Lan Zhan!" He exclaimed, leaping from the saddle before the horse even skittered to a stop. Both of Lan Wangji's hands were clutched between Wei Wuxian's as the man looked him over.

"Are you okay?" His slate gray eyes flicked up to meet Lan Wangji's.