Genre - Heist, Danmei, BL, Romance
Pairing: Lan Xichen/Original Male Character
Hey, Iāve been working on this MDZS fic for a while. Itās a modern AU casino heist inspired by Oceanās Eleven, centered on Lan Xichen and my male OC. Slow-burn M/M, ongoing. Would love for anyone to check it out if that sounds like your thing š
The Lotus Pier's premium suite had been transformed from five-star accommodation into a war room in less than three hours. The Jiang family's crown jewel in their luxury hotel portfolio, meticulously overseen by Jiang Yanli from their Hong Kong headquarters, now looked nothing like the elegant sanctuary that commanded over four thousand US dollars a night.
The living room's pristine coffee tables were buried under blueprint schematics and personnel files.
Wei Wuxian lounged on the leather sofa, tossing cashew nuts into his mouth with practiced ease while studying the holographic model of Cloud Recesses Casino rotating lazily above the coffee table. Jiang Cheng sat at the opposite end, scrolling through security files on a tablet, his brow furrowed in concentration. Qing Yi stood silhouetted against the window, eyes fixed on the distant outlines of their target with calculating precision.
"So our problem isn't getting in," Wei Wuxian mused, flicking another cashew into the air. "It'sĀ getting inĀ ."
Jiang Cheng didn't bother looking up from his tablet. "Thanks for clarifying."
"Getting into Cloud Recesses? Easy. Jin Zixuan handled it." Wei Wuxian gestured expansively. "Getting into Lan Xichen's private office at his penthouse? That's where it gets..."
"Complicated," Qing Yi finished, still facing the window.
Wei Wuxian flashed a grin. "I was going to say impossible, but let's go with your version. More optimistic."
Jiang Cheng flicked through the blueprints Jin Zixuan had provided, his expression grim. "Jin Zixuan says twenty-two people have tried to access the fourth floor of that penthouse in the past year."
"And how many succeeded?" Wei Wuxian asked, already knowing the answer.
Jiang Cheng lifted his gaze, the implication clear. "Twenty-two people haveĀ triedĀ ."
Qing Yi turned slightly from the window, his profile sharp against the brilliance of the afternoon sun. "Northwest corner of the fourth floor. Biometrics, motion sensors, heat signatures?"
"Yes, yes, and not just any," Jiang Cheng confirmed, swiping through security specifications. "The whole system was custom-built by a paranoid German who lives in a bunker and trusts exactly three people on earth - none of whom are us."
Wei Wuxian grabbed the remote and flicked on the projection. A rough schematic of what appeared to be an office materialized, with significant portions rendered as incomplete wireframes and question marks where details were missing.
"This is all we have on Lan Xichen's private office, basement-level building plans and Jin Zixuan's second hand descriptions," Wei Wuxian explained, gesturing to the obvious gaps in the rendering.Ā
"But what we do know is inside his computer in that office is a terminal with every code, every combination, every protocol we need. One terminal with all the keys to the kingdom."
"Getting past the biometrics is just the first hurdle," Jiang Cheng said, calling up another file on his tablet.Ā
"The security system changes its verification protocols every seventy-two hours. We can't just copy his fingerprints or voice pattern - the system would detect the forgery. Nobody gets in that room without him physically present."
Qing Yi studied the incomplete schematic. "So we need to map it from the outside."
Wei Wuxian nodded. "Exactly. We need detailed scans of the interior to build a proper replica. Without precise measurements, we're guessing at sensor placement, blind spots, terminal location..."
"And the only way to get close enough for those scans is through Lan Xichen himself," Jiang Cheng added.
"Jin Zixuan says he hosts private gatherings at the penthouse," Wei Wuxian continued. "Exclusive parties for select high-rollers, business partners, potential investors."
"Invitation only," Jiang Cheng emphasized. "And those invitations don't go to casino employees, no matter how valuable."
Wei Wuxian and Jiang Cheng exchanged glancesāthe kind of wordless communication that came from years of working together.
"We need someone who can catch his interest," Wei Wuxian said, watching Qing Yi carefully. "Someone..."
Qing Yi turned fully from the window, the light behind him accentuating the cold emerald of his eyes. "Someone with a certain skillset."
"Someone who can turn charm into an art form," Wei Wuxian confirmed with a grin.
"Someone who's been melting ice-cold marks sinceā" Jiang Cheng started.
"Since Prague," Qing Yi cut him off. "That was eight years ago. Are you two done?"
Wei Wuxian leaned forward, suddenly serious despite his playful demeanor. "We're saying... "
"I know what you're saying," Qing Yi interrupted again. "You want me to get close to Lan Xichen. Close enough to be invited to one of his private gatherings."
"Precisely," Wei Wuxian confirmed. "Once inside the penthouse, you'll need to get near enough to his office to scan the interior through whatever gap you can findādoor, window, ventilation. Jin Ling's designing specialized tools for the job."
Qing Yi moved to the table, studying the projection with clinical interest. "And Jin Zixuan can't do this because...?"
"Jin Zixuan gets us staff schedules, security rotations, access to the high-roller rooms," Jiang Cheng explained, standing to join him at the table.
"But Lan Xichen's private penthouse? That's strictly invitation-only," Wei Wuxian added. "Jin Zixuan is staff. Valuable staff, but still staff."
"And you think I can just..." Qing Yi's fingers passed through the hologram, disturbing the light patterns. "...charm my way into his social circle?"
Wei Wuxian scattered photographs across the table, surveillance shots of various elegant, attractive people at Cloud Recesses events, all captured in moments of attempting to engage Lan Xichen's attention.
"Twelve different approaches in the last month." Wei Wuxian pointed to each in turn. "The Israeli diamond heiress, the Russian prima ballerina, the Malaysian tech CEO, the French fashion designer..."
"...that British lord who was actually just some guy from Leeds with a convincing accent." Jiang Cheng added dryly.
"All of them trying to get close to him," Wei Wuxian continued. "All of them had an angle."
Qing Yi studied the photographs with detached interest, arranging them in a pattern only he understood. "And that was their mistake."
Wei Wuxian's expression brightened as he pointed finger-guns at Qing Yi. "Bingo. They allĀ wantedĀ something. But youā"
"āneed to make him want something from me," Qing Yi finished, his eyes still on the photographs.
"According to Jin Zixuan, Lan Xichen can spot desperation from space," Jiang Cheng said.
Wei Wuxian nodded enthusiastically. "But genuine intrigue? That's his weakness."
"You need someone he can't quite figure out," Qing Yi murmured, almost to himself.
"We need someone who speaks fluent billionaire without sounding rehearsed," Wei Wuxian elaborated.
"Someone who can drop a Tang dynasty poem into conversation without sounding like a Wikipedia page," Jiang Cheng added, the corner of his mouth lifting in a rare half-smile.
Wei Wuxian reached into his pocket and tossed a small black case to Qing Yi, who caught it without looking up from the photographs. Decades of working together had made such movements almost telepathic.
"Temporary hair dye," Wei Wuxian explained unnecessarily. "That silver's like a neon sign."
From Perfect Illusion, an MDZS modern AU where the Lan brothers run a casino empire in Macau and a team of seven specialists is hired to bring it down from the inside. Heist fiction. Slow burn. LXC x original male character.
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