Thread by @cerbykerby

very quick nsfw mpreg thought for #omegaLWJseason: omega!lwj finally being allowed to ride a train alone to go visit his brother—and ends up preggie from a brief encounter on it with a handsome alpha stranger. 😩😩

I just rly like the thought of lwj, dressed all prim and proper—elegantly chaste, as befitting an omega of his breeding. yet he tightly clutches a teacup in the train's lounge car as a handsome alpha teases him about being so uptight that he stands out.

the alpha, still talking, follows lwj out of the lounge car after lwj finishes his meal. lwj bristles. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

the alpha blinks, then laughs. "Little Cloud, you haven't once told me to go away! Just say so, and I will." he plays with a lock of lwj's hair.

lwj can't believe this alpha's audacity. the *nerve* of this—and he dares to give lwj a nickname like 'little cloud' when lwj refused to give his name. how inappropriate, presumptuous, arrogant—

anyways he's not exactly sure how he ended up getting fucked in a dark storage car.

he's still mostly clothed; only his legs are bare. the alpha is also still dressed, his trousers pulled down to mid-thigh. if it weren't for the sounds of their two bodies meeting, then they might just look like teenagers stealing a moment together.

the alpha is still talking. he croons in lwj's ear about how soft lwj's thighs are, how lovely they look parted to receive him. in between kisses to lwj's neck, the alpha describe how wet lwj is—how hot, how tight.

lwj turns away. "Stop—talking," he bites out in between thrusts.

the alpha laughs. "Why? You clench so nicely when I talk about how well you take me." as if to prove his point, he thrusts deep. lwj keens as he unexpectedly comes, legs shaking around the alpha's waist.

"Beautiful," the alpha whispers as he spreads lwj wider. he doesn't stop.

lwj has never been with an alpha before, but he thinks wwx might be close from the way his pace starts stuttering.

lwj's words slur. "Don't…" his body feels so tired after coming three times. "Do not…"

"I won't knot you," wwx pants even as he presses impossibly close.

for a moment, it seems like wwx will break his promise. his breaths grows more desperate, and he isn't backing up. for a moment, lwj wants him to stay, wants to feel him spill inside—

wwx pulls out at the last possible second. lwj makes a small protesting sound.

the noises wwx makes are borderline painful as he brings himself off. lwj flinches when he feels some of it splatter onto his thigh.

"Ah-h, sorry…" wwx gasps as he clumsily wipes at lwj's thighs with a handkerchief.

"It's fine," lwj says as he takes out his own handkerchief.

the clean-up is a little awkward. sex is very messy, and lwj feels like he'll never get clean. he gives a little yelp from sensitivity when wwx wipes between his legs, which earns him a chuckled, "Cute," from wwx.

they are both fully dressed when they exit the storage car.

((uh, i just realized i swapped out 'the alpha' for wwx. we'll just pretend i didn't do that. lwj still doesn't know who he is))

"Guess even the most uptight of omegas can learn to have a little fun, hm?" the alpha wraps his arms around lwj's waist from behind and nibbles on his ear.

lwj swats him off. "You are wrinkling my jacket."

the stranger laughs and gives lwj's bum an appreciative squeeze before they part ways.

the train arrives at lwj's stop early in the morning. luckily, he's already used to early mornings, and he leaves the train freshly-washed and well-rested.

lxc picks him up from the station.

"How was the train ride?" lxc asks him.

lwj hums. "Uneventful."

And so are the next few weeks, until one day during breakfast, lwj quickly excuses himself to go hurl in the bathroom.

the lans eat very mild, balanced meals. nothing should be upsetting lwj's stomach.

"It's nothing," lwj insists blearily when a concerned lxc goes to check on him.

it's not nothing, lxc later discovers, when he returns to his apartment in the evening and finds lwj sitting in the bathroom with six positive pregnancy tests on the floor.

lwj doesn't say a single word as lxc joins him on the floor. they sit together in silence for a long time.

"How long?" lxc finally asks.

"About four weeks," lwj answers. he hasn't looked up from the test in his hand.

so that must be right before lwj came to visit. lxc tries to think of anyone from their hometown lwj might be interested in enough to have a fling with before he left. "Is the father…"

"On the train," lwj says, very curtly.

lxc's brain feels like it has been hit by one.

cw: sexual assault (didn't happen, but is thought about)

the first conclusion lxc jumps to is that some feral alpha accosted his little brother on the train, but—lwj's ears are red, and he looks more embarrassed than disgusted.

lxc takes a deep breath. his head hurts.

"We're going to need to get you to a doctor," lxc says, suddenly feeling very tired. "And, you need to tell shufu."

oh, lqr is going to be PISSED. he has been screening the alpha children of other noble families as potential spouses for lwj ever since lwj presented as an omega.

the hospital visit goes well. the doctor declares lwj healthy and gives advice on prenatal care. lwj is visibly more unsettled by the impending call to their uncle.

lxc has some pity on his brother and calls their uncle first. "Shufu," he greets. "Please sit down somewhere."

once their uncle is settled, lxc passes the phone to lwj. lwj takes a deep breath.

"Shufu, it's Wangji," he says. "I'm with child, and I'm keeping it."

as soon as he finishes speaking, he hangs up.

"Wangji!" lxc gasps as he scrambles to call their uncle back.

lqr can barely speak when lxc finally gets ahold of him. "XICHEN—" his own coughing cuts him off. "Xichen, put Wangji on the—" more coughing, "—phone, right this instant!"

lwj is a miserable puddle on the couch. he's curled up with lxc's jacket draped over him.

lxc chews his bottom lip. "He's upset too, shufu," he says into the phone.

lqr's rely is so loud that lxc has to pull his ear away. "If he is upset, then he should not have gotten pregnant before marriage!" lqr roars, then coughs.

"Please consider your health," lxc says weakly.

"*My* health—" lqr hacks. "Did Wangji consider my health when he—when he made his decision?! That child will be the death of me! Who's the father?!"

"Um." lxc glances over at lwj, who has not moved. "Ah, shufu, perhaps we should discuss this later. Wangji's child takes prio—"

their uncle makes a noise that doesn't sound human. "Who. Is. The. Father?"

lxc looks at lwj again, helpless.

"Tell him I don't know," lwj sounds hollow.

"He says he doesn't know," lxc answers with an uneasy laugh. "It was, um, on the train."

lqr lets out an ungodly wail.

what lwj says: I don't know who the father is

what lwj means: I never got his name and I was only with him for less than an hour.

what lqr thinks lwj means: I was✨ravished✨so thoroughly and by so many alphas on that train that any of them could be the father. 😩😩😩

"You must find him," lqr insists so furiously that lxc is certain that lqr is spitting all over his phone. "Xichen, use whatever resource you can to find who violated Wangji."

'violated' is a bit of a strong word, lxc thinks, but he doesn't say it. "Yes, shufu."

it takes effort to convince lqr to let lwj stay with lxc, but lxc eventually wins lqr over with the argument that, as an alpha himself, lxc can ward other alphas away from lwj.

not that lwj is going to get any *more* pregnant, but lxc dutifully keeps that opinion to himself.

the issue is, the only lead lxc has is the train itself. he can't get information about its passengers—at least not legally.

he mulls over this problem during lunch with nmj and nhs.

"You need to find someone?" nmj frowns. "Why? Did they commit a crime?"

"It depends on who you ask," lxc admits.

"You could put up 'lost' posters," nhs suggests in between bites of sorbet. "Then if anyone sees them, they'll call you."

"I have no name or face to go off of," lxc says. "I'm not looking to chase anyone, I just… need a starting point."

"Oh." nhs pouts, then tucks back into his dessert. "If it's a person you're looking to find, then I know someone who might be able to help."

lxc is almost surprised. nhs is quite the social butterfly. it wouldn't be unusual for him to know people who could fit any given task.

"Might I have an introduction?" lxc asks.

nhs shakes his head and bites on a waffle. "He likes to keep his personal and professional life separate. You might have heard of his title, though."

lxc tilts his head. "His title?"

"Mmhm." nhs wipes his face. "The Yiling Patriarch."

the yiling patriarch is a bit of an urban myth. supposedly, he was responsible for tracking down and taking out wen chao when the wens' crimes were exposed to the world. it's miles different from tracking down lxc's little brother's babydaddy.

"Can't hurt to try," lxc shrugs.

it takes a while to try. one apparently does not call the yiling patriarch; the patriarch reaches out himself. lxc helps lwj shop for baby cribs as he waits.

finally—a call from an unknown number on lxc's phone.

"Hello?" lxc answers.

"Lan-gongzi," a calm voice greets.

lwj, who is standing nearby and in the middle of rubbing multiple baby pillows against his cheek to test their softness, freezes up. he turns to look at lxc, wide-eyed.

lxc gives him a reassuring smile and steps aside so as to not bother his brother. "This is him speaking."

oddly, lwj follows him. "Xiong-zhang," he says, his brows furrowed. "Who is on the phone?"

"Excuse me for a moment," lxc quickly says into the speaker before covering it. "Just a new coworker, Wangji. Don't worry about it. I'll be back soon. Pick out whatever you'd like to buy."

lxc hurries outside of the store. "My apologies," he says into the phone. "Yiling Patriarch, I presume? I was hoping you could help me with an issue."

he tries to keep it as vague as possible: he'd like to keep track of every alpha who was on the train at a certain time.

"I cannot do that," the yiling patriarch says bluntly. "The number of alphas who were on that train could number in the thousands. Who are you looking for? Do you have a description?"

lxc winces. he was hoping to avoid this. "I don't," he says, "but my brother does."

a pause, most likely the patriarch waiting for elaboration. "I suppose he's unwilling to part with this information," he says after lxc doesn't answer, "or it is too sensitive to be discussed over phone."

lxc nods, then remembers that the patriarch can't see him. "Yes," he says.

"Very well," the patriarch says. "If privacy is what you need, then one of my associates can discreetly meet with your brother to get information." an address, date, and time ping on lxc's phone. "Would that be all for now, Lan-gongzi?"

"Yes," lxc says, feeling relieved already.

he feels markedly less relieved once he walks back into the store. he finds lwj buried among baby blankets, frowning and absentmindedly kneading the soft materials beneath his hands.

lxc clears his throat, "Wangji," he says, "we might be able to locate the father of your child."

it's definitely the pregnancy hormones that make lwj give lxc such a nasty side-eye. lwj never side-eyes him. "Is that so," he says.

uh oh. lxc feels sweat bead on his forehead. "It's a discreet search, I promise," he hurries to explain. "You won't be exposed in any way."

lxc fumbles through telling lwj about the call. the yiling patriarch is sure to keep quiet about the matter. lxc didn't even tell the patriarch why he was looking for a specific alpha; lwj's reputation should be preserved! all lwj has to do is give a description, that's all.

the danger right now is that lwj will refuse to see the patriarch's associate at all; the search will go nowhere if lwj won't even give them a starting point. lxc begins to panic-brainstorm ways of changing lwj's mind.

lwj nods. "Alright."

lxc blinks. "Truly?"

lwj nods again.

lxc gives his brother a short, tight hug before he thinks better of it, and buys him ice cream on the way home. "I won't pressure you into anything you don't want to do," lxc says in the car. "If you don't want the father as part of your life, then so be it."

"Mn," lwj grumbles.

when the date and time arrives, lxc drops lwj off at the meeting point. "Just call me whenever you're done," he says. "If I don't hear from you within half an hour, I'm coming to get you."

"That won't be necessary," lwj says before closing the car door.

lxc blinks, speechless.

lwj makes his way to the meeting point with the yiling patriarch's associate—or rather, the meeting area. he's not supposed to stand around looking like he's waiting for someone; it's too conspicuous. instead, he wanders around a park, pausing to feed the ducks and people-watch.

he has no idea who he is meeting or what they even look like, but he knows that they will definitely be someone who knows the yiling patriarch—someone who knows the alpha on the train. and lwj, who has had to endure weeks of morning sickness, has a piece of his mind to give.

how was he supposed to know that no knot doesn't mean no child? it is rare, but definitely possible.

perhaps the alpha didn't know either, but still! to just /leave/ lwj after that, and call it having 'a little fun' after he'd left lwj barely able to walk—how uncouth!

not to mention that lwj has a growing sense of uneasiness that, perhaps, he may know more about the alpha stranger than he originally thought. he has heard of the yiling patriarch, after all. a scoundrel of an alpha that one is, always taking justice into his own hands.

not that lwj has yet to disagree with any of the decisions he has made, but that is not the point! anyone with such blatant disregard for the law is dangerous. what if the yiling patriarch finds out that lwj is with child and then spirits him away and ravishes him daily—

lwj gives his face a few bracing smacks with both hands. focus, wangji. he's here to very firmly tell whoever shows up that the baby is his alone, and that patriarch or no, the alpha stranger has no claim on it. lwj will not let his child be raised with anything other than love.

and if the yiling patriarch disagrees, then he will just have to deal with it. lwj has a will of iron. he will not bend just because a handsome alpha thinks that he is entitled to be in lwj's life since 'a little fun' on a train resulted in a baby. lwj can do this. he can—

footsteps approach from behind. a warm, firm body presses against lwj's back as strong arms slide around his waist. lips and teeth kiss and nibble at the sensitive skin just below lwj's earlobe.

"Hello again, Little Cloud," a familiar voice purrs into his ear. "Did you miss me?"

there are so many things lwj should do: scream, kick, maybe even headbutt him. what he does instead is unconsciously melt back against the alpha's chest, a low moan escaping his throat.

"Mm," the alpha hums in response as he nibbles on lwj's neck. "I'll take that as a yes."

every breath is an effort. lwj tilts his head, exposing more of his neck. the alpha makes a pleased sound as he slips a hand under lwj's sweater.

"Oh?" the alpha breathes as he directly cups the gentle curve of lwj's tummy, where he is just starting to show. "What have we here?"

that jolts lwj a little out of his reverie. he tries to leave, to protect his vulnerable belly, but the alpha puts both hands directly on his tummy, holding him in place.

"Is this for me?" the alpha chuckles as he cradles lwj's belly. "And I didn't even have to knot you for it."

lwj's ears burn. "This is my baby," he manages to say. "Not yours."

"Hm," the alpha's lips brush the shell of lwj's ear. "Have you spread those pretty thighs for anyone else?"

lwj bristles—he doesn't shiver, absolutely not. "Unhand me right this instant."

"I would," the alpha's laugh is hot against lwj's neck. "But you must unhand me first. Otherwise, I can't move."

lwj then notices that he's tightly gripping onto the alpha's wrist, holding it in place at his tummy. he lets go like he was burned.

(cw: dubcon , lwj enjoys it tho)

"So it is my child growing in you." the alpha sounds pleased. "You must be very fertile, to conceive without a knot."

lwj nearly cries out when the alpha reaches into lwj's pants, past his waistband, and down.

the alpha breathes out harshly.

(cw: dubcon, some slut-shaming)

"You're so wet," the alpha marvels as he slowly drags his fingers through the slick. "Fertile *and* easy. How are you not mounted constantly?"

lwj shakes his head. It's taking all his effort not to hump the alpha's hand.

"Or perhaps you're only this easy for me," the alpha muses as he deliberately presses his hips against lwj's behind; lwj chokes when he feels the hard-on. "Let's see if I can put another baby in you."

"Arrogant," lwj bites out in between gasps.

there is not much privacy to be found in a public park, but the alpha leads them behind some racquetball courts. and for a second time, lwj finds himself on his back with an alpha between his legs.

"The baby," he weakly reminds the alpha right before the alpha sinks into him.

"I'll be careful," the alpha says before stealing a kiss from lwj's lips.

the pace is frantic and shallow. the alpha sucks on lwj's tongue as he thrusts. lwj cannot help the small, pitiful noises that escape him.

"Lovely," the alpha groans as he buries his face in lwj's neck.

lwj flinches when he feels teeth scrape along his throat, right over where a bonding bite would be. "D-don't…"

"Don't?" the alpha echoes, fitting his mouth over delicate skin and slowly biting down.

it's not enough to break skin, but it is enough to make lwj squirm. "Please!"

"Please what?" the alpha eases off the bite; lwj shivers. "If you beg nicely, I'll knot you."

lwj is already so wet; the alpha slides into him with little resistance. his mouth waters at the thought of being made to take a knot, to be made even fuller.

"No," he chokes.

"Maybe I should." the alpha hooks his arm under one of lwj's legs and pulls it up, aside. "If I'd known you would conceive so easily, I would have done this back on the train."

lwj nearly rips up handfuls of grass to keep himself from pushing his hips up. "My…" he begins.

"Hm?" the alpha hums against lwj's forehead as he does one, slow, deep thrust.

lwj almost sobs from it. he bites the inside of his cheek. "My brother will be lo—" another thrust; lwj smothers a moan, "—looking for me. He said—half an hour—"

(cw: name-calling, degradation)

"Oh?" the alpha gives a deep, throaty chuckle. "A half-hour limit, yet here you are, taking my cock like a good bitch." he bites along lwj's jawline. "I wonder what your brother will say when he finds you taking a stranger's knot in public?"

lwj clenches his thighs tightly around the alpha's waist as he comes. hard. he nearly smothers himself with a hand over his mouth as he silently, furiously rocks his hips up, grinding against the alpha.

the alpha croons his approval, his own hips pressing back, speeding up.

lwj is too weak, too out of breath to push the alpha off. he can only lie there as the alpha gives one final thrust and holds it, hips flush and twitching against lwj's thighs as the alpha spills inside him.

"Oh, fuck," the alpha gasps, a hand on lwj's belly. "You feel amazing."

(cw: under-negotiated con- noncon, lwj is into it)

lwj can already feel the stretch of a knot forming in him. he makes an attempt to move away, to pull himself off before it's too late.

the alpha easily pulls him back by his knees. "None of that, now. Be good and take it."

the stretch is a good burn, almost painful. lwj is almost scared to move; he is so impossibly full.

as their bodies cool, the alpha breathes out a sigh. very carefully, slowly, he shuffles them around, pulling lwj up to sit straddled in his lap. "How are you, Little Cloud?"

lwj… doesn't know how to answer that. for as much as the alpha likes to talk during their couplings, this is their first start at a conversation.

the alpha's hand rests on lwj's belly. "I hope the little one hasn't been giving you too much trouble." he smiles, eyes bright.

something about the tone of his voice feels wrong. it is too soft, intimate—almost loving, if lwj were foolish enough to think it.

lwj pushes the alpha's hand off. "They're fine. I'm healthy. It's not your place to worry."

the alpha's smile falters, but only for a short while.

"So mean, Little Cloud," the alpha pouts. "Can't I worry about you?"

lwj looks him up and down. "I don't know. Do you make it a habit to worry about omegas you've impregnated?"

"Oof." the alpha pulls a mock-hurt face. "Would you believe me if I said you are the first?"

lwj considers asking if he will be the last. he doesn't say it.

"How can you claim to care?" he hugs his belly protectively with his arms. "You haven't even told me your name."

the alpha gives a one-shoulder shrug. "You won't tell me yours."

"I'm Lan Wangji," lwj says.

"Lan Wangji," the alpha repeats slowly. he lifts a hand to tuck a lock of lwj's hair behind his ear. "Lan Wangji. A fitting name."

lwj pulls away from his hand. "And yours?"

the alpha shrugs again. "Make one up for me." he smiles. "I'll like whatever you give me."

"If you care," lwj says, feeling oddly choked up. "If you want to be a part of this, then I need a name. You cannot just be a title, or a legend. I will not accept the Yiling Patriarch as the father."

the alpha's expression shifts at that, playful warmth melting off his face.

"Well done, smart boy," the yiling patriarch laughs. it's not bright or teasing like it used to be; it sounds more like a taunt. "You've figured me out."

((remember when I said that this was going to be a 'very quick thought'? good times, good times))

lwj should be terrified. there is no escape; the patriarch is still knotted in him, and attempting to leave would tear lwj horribly. yet lwj raises his chin. "I recognized your voice on my brother's phone."

the patriarch hums a bored note as he plays with a lock of lwj's hair.

"Did you know who I was?" lwj oddly feels a lump growing in his throat. his hormones are acting up again. "Is that why you approached me?"

the patriarch sighs. "No. I approached you because I couldn't believe how uptight you looked. You were practically begging to be teased."

a chuckle. an almost-fond finger under lwj's chin. "Of course," the patriarch grins, "you did beg later, for entirely different reasons."

lwj swallows thickly at that. he pulls his face back. "Don't be cruel."

"You're the one being cruel to yourself," the patriarch retorts.

"You know who I am," he continues, "yet you chose to sleep with me again. Am I at fault?"

lwj swallows. looks down at where the curve of his growing belly presses against the patriarch's abdomen. "We share the blame."

perhaps it is his imagination, but the alpha's gaze softens.

lwj rests a hand on his belly. "You said you were sending an associate to meet with me. Why did you decide to come yourself?"

the patriarch's gaze drops to lwj's hand. "I could ask the same of you. You say you heard my voice over the phone. Were you hoping to see me again?"

lwj's mood sours. he pushes at the patriarch's chest, despite knowing he can't go anywhere. "Stop talking."

"You're the one asking questions!" the patriarch laughs, pulling lwj forward to pepper his collarbone with kisses. "I'll admit it if you admit it, Little Cloud."

"I admit to nothing." lwj squirms, and gets a warning bite on his neck for his trouble.

"I thought the Lans were a conservative family," the patriarch scolds, although there is amusement in his voice. "Aren't your omegas supposed to be deferential to their alphas?"

"I have no reason to defer to you," lwj snarls, fingers curling into the patriarch's shoulders. "You're not my alpha."

the patriarch licks lwj's neck—a warning that he could change that matter with a single bite. a threat and a tease in one. a man of contradictions.

lwj moves his shoulder back, pulling his neck away from the patriarch's mouth. "I wish to be properly courted," he declares. "We are already having a child out of wedlock. I will not endure more disgrace."

the patriarch raises one eyebrow. "What makes you think I'll marry you?"

lwj leans forward. the patriarch tilts his head, as if expecting a kiss, but lwj stops just short of it.

"You do not have to," lwj murmurs, "I'll simply find another alpha willing to knot me in our marital bed every night."

The amusement in the patriarch's eyes fade.

"It should not be difficult," lwj continues. "You know firsthand how easily I submit to a knot. I imagine my future husband would not be unsatisfied.

the patriarch's eyes blaze an unnatural red, the color of molten earth and fire. "You cannot." his fingers dig into lwj's thighs.

lwj gives him a disinterested glance. "I do what I want."

One of the patriarch's hand moves to grip lwj by the chin. "Do you think you being married would stop me?" he hisses. "What would stop me from crawling in through your window and fucking you in bed next to your husband?"

lwj meets his gaze evenly. "You won't have to crawl through any windows," he says, reaching up to cup the patriarch's cheek, "if you're already sleeping beside me in bed."

the patriarch's eyes slowly return to their usual silver. "Ah, Little Cloud," he sighs. "You've undone me."

the patriarch turns his face to nuzzle lwj's hand. "I will finish what your brother asked of me," he says, pressing kisses to lwj's palm. "In a week's time, I will deliver to him the alpha who put a child in your belly."

lwj's lips part. "You're turning yourself in?"

the smile the patriarch gives him is almost wistful. "You are right. I must be more than a title or a legend if I am to be a father. The world would notice if the Yiling Patriarch had a child. I cannot put you or our baby in danger."

lwj's head hurts. oh, here come the tears.

lwj refuses to cry in front of the patriarch. as intimate as they have been, they are still strangers to each other. unfortunately, lwj's pregnancy hormones have other plans, so he spends the next fifteen minutes with his wet face pressed to the patriarch's shoulder.

the patriarch holds him close and murmurs soothingly next to his ear. when his knot finally goes down, he cleans them both up the best he can.

"Perhaps I should drive you home and notify your brother," he chuckles, eyeing the hickies on lwj's neck. "You're a mess."

lwj cannot agree more. there is no way he's going to face his brother while smelling of sex and an unknown alpha.

the patriarch drops him off at his apartment with a kiss and a butt squeeze. lwj steals his jacket as revenge and spends the night with it in his nest.

meanwhile, lxc is… not exactly sure what happened? he dropped his little brother off at the park, waited for half an hour, called him a bunch, and was about to go searching for him when lwj texted him to let him know that lwj was back home.

at least lwj looks… more content? he is definitely calmer. it looks like he has finally agreed that locating the alpha responsible for accosting him is for the better.

in a week's time, lxc gets a text from an unknown number: an address, a time, a picture, and a, "This is him."

lxc squints at the picture. this alpha isn't much to look at. 'scraggly' is an apt description. his hair is up in a high ponytail, and his bangs are out of control. he seems very boyish—which only worsens lxc's already-low opinion of him. he doesn't look ready to be a father.

lxc forwards the information to lqr and tells lwj that they've found the father of his child.

lwj shows no reaction to the photo, which lxc supposes is understandable. this alpha is the reason lwj is in this state. lwj might not know what to think.

lxc: ah, my poor little didi 😩😩😩 so cruelly taken advantage of by—whatever the heck this alpha is supposed to be

lwj, internally: 🥺🥺💕💞🥰🥵🥵

lqr flies in that day. originally, the plan is for lxc and lqr to go alone to confront the alpha, but lwj locks himself in lxc's car with the keys until lxc caves and lets him come along.

everyone is silent on the drive. lwj is a worried-quiet, while lqr is a mad-quiet.

the alpha is at the given address, as expected. he's sitting in front of a cafe, jeaned legs jiggling with bored energy. he looks no better than he did in the photo.

lxc hasn't even stopped the car when lqr steps out. "What's your name, boy?" he snarls.

the alpha looks him down and up. "Why do you care, grandpa?"

lwj moves, but lxc is faster. he engages the child lock on the car right before lwj can follow their uncle out of a still-moving car.

lwj rattles the car door handle as lxc takes his sweet time parallel parking.

lwj, locking himself in his brother's car to force them to take him along:

lxc, locking his little brother in the car to prevent him from following their uncle out: UNO REVERSE BABEY

by the time they exit the car, lqr and the alpha are not where they used to be. lxc and lwj have to track them down to a nearby alleyway.

"I told you—I have no idea who you're talking about!" the alpha argues. "I don't know any 'Lan Wangji'! I'm just here for a blind date!"

lqr is almost *purple* with anger. "You took advantage of my nephew and put a child in him," he rages, "yet you have the audacity to be /dating/??"

the alpha makes a face at him. "I've told you over and over again. I don't know your neph…" he trails off, looking at lwj.

the frustration on the alpha's face melts into a lazy flirtiness. "Hello there, beautiful." his gaze drags hungrily over lwj's body. "Are you for me?"

whoever says that lqr is getting on in age clearly hasn't had to wrestle him off of someone he's intent on choking to death.

while lxc is busy calming lqr down, lwj walks over to the alpha and offers him a handkerchief. "I am Lan Wangji, but you may call me Lan Zhan. We met on a train. The child I'm carrying is yours."

the alpha takes the handkerchief. "Lan Zhan." he grins as he wipes his face.

"Mn." lwj watches him intently. "And… your name?" he holds his breath, waiting.

"Wei Wuxian," the alpha answers, "but you may call me Wei Ying if you wish, Little Cloud." he winks, his open eye briefly flashing red.

-- THE END --

-- epilogue & background stuff --

wwx takes to domestic life like a fish to water. he gains lxc's and lqr's favor a bit faster than he otherwise would have due to how attentive he is of lwj.

he agrees to marry lwj, but lqr insists he sleep in a separate room until the wedding.

no, this does not stop wangxian from fucking

wwx was clothed for their first two encounters; when he fully undresses for lwj for the first time, lwj asks about the wen brand on his chest—and then promptly goes to fume in the corner when wwx says he got it while saving a female omega. he doesn't return to bed when called.

yes, wwx goes to screw him in the corner of the room and then carry him back to bed.

the world is very relieved, then very anxious at the prolonged disappearance of the yiling patriarch. what is he up to now? is he dead?? is he preparing a massive attack??

meanwhile lxc is looking at his brother-in-law-to-be like: 🤨🤨🤔🤔

the thing is, wwx *seems* harmless. lxc doesn't really have a reason to think he's not, but sometimes he has his doubts. the way wwx looks at people who have offended him is—very cold, very indifferent, like he has already imagined killing and burying them in a dozen ways.

also one time lxc caught wwx lockpicking the door to their apartment because he'd accidentally locked himself out. that was an awkward moment for both of them.

lxc is worried that wwx might be abusive, esp since sometimes wwx gives lwj a look and lwj goes quiet and docile.

meanwhile wwx has discovered that lwj has a MASSIVE yllz kink and will go from 🤬🤬🤬 to 🥵🥵🥵 if wwx looks at him a certain way or flashes red eyes.

lxc's worry grows when a-yuan is born. wwx is, as expected, elated. he even cries from joy.

the concerning part is that, as wwx leans his tear-soaked cheek on top of a-yuan's head, lxc hears him whisper a vow to soak the earth with the blood of whoever so dares to harm a-yuan.

wwx may look harmless from the outside, but lxc finds it slightly odd that someone as flirtatious and self-confident as he is insists on wearing a rash guard whenever he could otherwise go shirtless. wwx says it's to be modest and save lqr some face, but…

lxc has his doubts. he has seen how easily wwx carries lwj. that man has muscles—and it's not from going to the gym.

then one day lxc drops by unannounced and sees wwx shirtless. he has scars across his body. there is a wen brand on his chest.

to lxc's knowledge, only the yiling patriarch has a wen brand mark on his chest

when confronted, wwx is just 🥺👉👈"Lan da-ge… you can't possibly think I'm the Yiling Patriarch, do you…? 🥺🥺🥺😭 this is just a burn I accidentally gave myself when I was younger and messing around with something I found among the looted Wen offices…"

when lxc asks lwj if wwx is the yiling patriarch, lwj cryptically answers, "It does not matter to me what he was before. Now he is my husband, and A-Yuan's father, and your brother-in-law. Would the past change how he is now?"

after several days of drinking, lxc has to agree.

wwx is a devoted father and husband, and a filial in-law. the yiling patriarch would not give up his chokehold on the world for a domestic life… and if he did, then he must value that domestic life above power. such kinds of people are rare, and surely good of heart.

so from then on, whenever wwx moves just a touch too unnaturally fast, or if his pupils almost seem to glow an eerie red, or if the local park's crows seem too drawn to him, lxc simply chooses ✨not to see✨

he'll still take a shot whenever he thinks about how he contacted lwj's baby-daddy to search for lwj's baby-daddy.

the first time they take the train as a family, wwx whispers something to lwj as he winds an arm around lwj's waist.

lxc doesn't hear what he says, but the way lwj's ears turn red as he elbows wwx in the face is already too much information.

when wwx coyly asks lwj to go check out the dining car, lwj rolls his eyes, but he goes with him.

a-yuan tries to follow, calling out, "Baba! A-die!"

lxc sighs wearily and lifts a-yuan to his lap. "Your parents are busy. Why don't you show shu-gong your latest painting?"

a-yuan obediently pulls out his latest doodle of their family and settles next to lqr. "Bo-fu, where are baba and a-die doing?" he asks lxc.

with great pain, lxc answers, "Probably making a younger sibling for you."

"Ooh," a-yuan wiggles excitedly.

a few weeks later, lwj announces his pregnancy next to a beaming wwx. it's the first time that lxc has ever hated that he was right.