Thread by @seirivalentine

#xiantober
⛧•┈ day 05: #dadxian // wangxian

“I’m so sorry!” Wei Ying bowed deeply as he stepped through the doors.

Lan-laoshi held his finger up to his lips in a motion towards A-Yuan wrapped in a warm cardigan slumbering away on a makeshift cushion pillow.

“I’m so, so sorry, Lan-laoshi—” he apologized again, this time in a hushed whisper.

The other rose from behind the desk and met Wei Ying half way. “It happens. Do not worry about it,” he reassured Wei Ying.

Wei Ying couldn’t help but feel the telltale signs of a blush creeping up from his neck and he internally shook himself to get it together.

Not only was he late *again*, but he made Lan-laoshi have to stay back to watch A-Yuan.

He felt like a complete trainwreck all over again. And to think that he was *blushing* at the saint that should really be wringing him out for being a bad parent.

“Let me give you a ride home,” he said suddenly, breaking Wei Ying out of his thoughts.

“Oh heavens—no, please don’t worry about it. I’ve taken up enough of your time already and—you probably didn’t even get to have dinner. It’s fine! I can take A-Yuan home myself,” he blubbered in embarrassment.

“I insist,” he responded with a sense of finality that left Wei Ying paralyzed.

The man slid on his bag and scooped A-Yuan into his arms before Wei Ying snapped out of it. A-Yuan didn’t even stir at all the jostling and Wei Ying tried his best not to read too much into it.

“Could you help me turn off the lights?” Lan-laoshi said in a low, even voice.

Wei Ying nodded eagerly and grabbed A-Yuan’s backpack as well.

Lan-laoshi guided him to the parkade with only a singular car left—a sleek, white car looking equal parts sporty and practical.

“You can get in the back,” he said in the same tone, “I don’t want to wake him.”

Wei Ying did as he was instructed and noticed how much the car smelt like Lan-laoshi. He chastised himself for even *thinking* of the man’s scent.

Lan-laoshi gave Wei Ying a moment to get situated, before depositing A-Yuan into his arms, the child immediately buried his face into his father’s neck and sighed comfortably into it.

The drive back to Wei Ying’s apartment was definitely quicker and more convenient than trying to carry a sleeping three year old in the dark, not that Wei Ying hadn’t done that on a previous occasion.

Lan-laoshi had taken A-Yuan out of his arms again, citing that he’d have to unlock the door and prepare A-Yuan’s bed so they didn’t wake him.

Wei Ying reluctantly complied, knowing that the reasoning was sound and it wasn’t like he was afraid of letting the alpha into his home.

Lan-laoshi was far to put together and clearly out of his league for him to even begin thinking the man would be interested in an unmated omega with child.

That was too much baggage for him to even unpack on a good day.

Wei Ying counted his lucky stars as he opened the door to the apartment, remembering that he did get to do laundry over the weekend, meaning instead of clothes strewn all over the place, it was instead now sitting in the dryer waiting for him to never unload and fold.

He led Lan-laoshi to A-Yuan’s room and fidgeted awkwardly as he watched the man place his son in bed. There was a silly fuzzy feeling in his chest as he watched the sight before him.

It was too domestic and everything he could possibly want but not have.

Wei Ying jumped when Lan-laoshi came up to him, disrupting his dazed state and ushered him out of the room, closing the door behind him.

“I’m sorry again for imposing on your time—I’m sure you have other things you need to do—can I, maybe make you a late dinner?

"I think I have a few things in the fridge I can whip up,” Wei Ying briskly made his way to the kitchen.

Wei Ying felt a slide of a large hand down his arm and catching at his wrist that stopped him in his tracks.

“Please don’t worry about it, Wei-xiansheng.”

Wei Ying tried to ignore how large Lan-laoshi’s hand felt around his wrist through the loose zip-up hoodie he had thrown on this morning that felt much too warm to be wearing at this very moment.

“But I should repay you somehow!

"This is beyond a favor you’ve done for me, not to mention it happened last week too,” Wei Ying chewed on his bottom lip.

The project at the software development firm he worked as a coder was entering crunch time—

—and his boss was breathing down everyone’s neck to make sure they met the deadline. The last person that clocked out on time was fired the next day and Wei Ying couldn’t risk losing his job.

When he finally managed to put A-Yuan in daycare he was able to get back two—

—maybe three hours of sleep on a good day and he didn’t want to jeopardize that with the daycare with his continued tardiness in picking his son up.

“If that’s the case…”

Lan-laoshi stepped into Wei Ying’s space without letting go of his wrist and he had to steel himself from backing away, “...I would like you to call me Lan Zhan outside of the daycare.”

Lan Zhan took a polite step back, releasing Wei Ying’s hand and offered a soft expression.

Wei Ying only realized then that his heart was beating heavily in his ears and his body felt hot all over, urging him to reach back out for the contact.

He cleared his throat, feeling the ghost of a lump built up, “Lan-laosh—”

“Lan Zhan,” said man corrected.

“Lan…Zhan,” Wei Ying tried the name, letting the syllables roll off his tongue, “is that all?”

There was some tiny part of Wei Ying that wanted that not to be it—for Lan Zhan to ask for something else, something more—but he tamped down that selfish desire quickly.

Lan Zhan nodded in confirmation and gave Wei Ying a fond look.

“Then,” he wanted to slap himself for opening his mouth, “would you be okay with calling me…Wei Ying?”

⛧•┈ tbc!

i got super carried away with this prompt and there's enough material still floating in my noggin to turn this into a full oneshot (those ballpark at 6 - 10k for me)!

⛧•┈ top of the thread!

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⛧•┈ prompt list is in the description!

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i'm also an idiot and it's late and i forgot to add some tags--
✧ modern a/b/o, sfw, implied mpreg

and it's day 6, not 5--someone knock me out