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By some kind of miracle, the whole group managed to make it to the skating rink in one piece. Whether or not they would leave in one piece was still to be determined.
Nie Mingjue and Meng Yao were doing their very best to ignore the absolute clusterfuck happening around them, skating around the rink arm in arm.
Lan Xichen and Nie Huaisang were clinging to each other on wobbly legs, trying to keep themselves upright and not drag the other down everytime they slipped on the ice. Jiang Cheng was quite literally skating circles around them, laughing at the pair and shouting at them to get their shit together.
Wei Wuxian and Lan Wanji were the last to enter the rink, Wei Wuxian stepping onto the ice confidently. He’d been skating since he was a kid, both him and his siblings were more than capable skaters.
He turned to watch his boyfriend step onto the rink cautiously, holding onto the side for support.
Wei Wuxian grinned. “Lan Zhan, you know how to skate, don’t you?”
Lan Wanji frowned. “Of course I do. It… it’s just been a while.”
“Mhm, sure.” Wei Wuxian skated over and took Lan Wanji’s hand in his. “Come on, I won’t let you fall.”
True to his word, he held onto his boyfriend tightly and took them around the rink a few times. Lan Wanji was holding onto him like a lifeline.
They skated past the chaos trio, where Jiang Cheng was now skating backwards, pulling Xichen and Huaisang along while the latter two screamed.
“See, Lan Zhan, you’re doing much better than they are!” Wei Wuxian laughed and loosened his grip on his boyfriend, who promptly slipped and fell into him.
Wei Wuxian shot his arms out to keep Lan Wanji from falling face first on the ice. “Okay, nevermind. I can’t believe I finally found something I’m better at than you!”
Lan Wanji narrowed his eyes at his boyfriend, then straightened up. “Is that so, Wei Ying?”
With that, he dropped his boyfriends hands and pushed off, skating perfectly fine on his own. He raised one leg and spun, slowly, before resuming his skating, circling the rink before coming back in front of Wei Wuxian, who was staring open-mouthed.
“You lied! Lan Zhan, you tricked me!”
“I did not. I know how to skate. I just haven’t in years.” He took his boyfriends hand again.
Jiang Cheng, Lan Xichen, and Nie Huaisang passed by them again, still a screaming, flailing mess, and Wei Wuxian laughed.
“You got skating lessons and your brother didn’t? How mean.”
Lan Wanji sighed. “Xichen got lessons, too. He was just very, very bad.”