dilf lwj and trophy husband wwx? yes. dilf wwx and lwj striding in with second wife energy? ABSOLUTELY.
anyway i'm low-key obsessed with modern younger lwj, son of a powerful family, graduate from one of the world's best universities, head to toe in designer clothes, seeing wwx in his scruffy hoodie dragging along his son and thinking 'yes. that one. i will marry that one.'
lxc, wiping single tear: i always knew my didi would be a step-mother one day.
i don't know why my brain is like this either.
any of you saying hey, mxy is younger: yes, yes and you can imagine how i've often i've thought about how it'd look to people who DIDN'T know mxy is actually wwx. 'oh, peerless hgj? yeah, he's married a guy half his age'*
*idk probably mxy is... 20? 21? 25? fuck if i know
everyone in the cultivation world, nodding sagely: ah hgj is having the traditional mid-life crisis good for him
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can't stop won't stop thinking about alpha lwj going into rut and his friend beta wwx 'helping' him out and realising he's extremely, extremely into being treated like lwj's slutty, needy omega
wwx is supportive of his alpha and omega friends of course! but he doesn't have heats or ruts and like most betas is just like, 'scenting??? biting?? seasonal horniness? thank god i don't need to deal with that shit'
it's only when he moves in with his best friend lwj that he realises how much it can suck to be on the non-beta end of things. lwj's ruts are *bad* (his jiejie's were always pretty gentle - she just locked herself in a room for a week and that was it).
omega lwj, hostage of the wen sect, is dragged to a banquet and offered up for the use and pleasure of wen ruohan's favourite ally: the yiling patriarch.
cw feared noncon
no one has touched lan wangji since he was taken hostage, but he knew with grim certainty that it was inevitable. either one of the wen sons would take him as a concubine, or he'd be handed off to win someone's favour.
now he has his answer.
he's given clothes to wear: deep red silk so thin it moulds to his body. gold and rubies for his hair, ears, wrists, throat. he refuses, until wen chao storms in and tells him he can wear this or nothing at all.
he is stubborn enough that he... carefully considers his options.