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#OmegaLWJseason / omegaverse / references to the pandemic ~

O!LWJ moves back into his childhood home, inviting his best friend A!WWX to live there too. Platonically! As Friends! Then, the stay-at-home order hits...Then, the heat hits...

AKA: wangxian quarantine baby au 👶🏻🏡🌱
⚠️ General CWs for this threadfic (will flag as necessary): abo, enthusiastically consensual heat/rut sex, intersex anatomy, knotting, breeding kink, lactation kink prob, pandemic references, Bratji behavior, gentle dom!WWX, platonic scenting, NOT platonic scenting ...
ℹ️ FYI: this is set in the US bc that’s the quarantine life that I’m most familiar with. I imagine this to take place vaguely around the SF bay area. Will include more world building notes at the ends of each part~

And now, fic:
Cw: Abo / omegaverse

LWJ vaguely wonders how his life has come to this, as he dumps the contents of WWX’s stolen dirty clothes hamper onto his bed. He takes care to weave the garments into his intricately crafted nest.

He purs in contentment as WWX’s scent suffuses the room.
He preens in happiness as WWX's scent mixes with his own in his nest.

There is a tiny hint of his mother’s omega scent in there as well, which makes his inner omega feel safe.

This is his first heat without her after all.
cw abo

LWJ always spent his heats at her house ever since the very first one. This morning, she’d left him an embarrassingly large care package on his front porch.

It was filled with water bottles, electrolyte packs, pre-sliced oranges (his favorite heat snack), soup broth--
cw abo

-- and an entire box of the organic baby-food like nutrition pouches made for heats that LWJ likes.

She’d also included a small mountain of clothing and towels.
cw abo

Most of which carry her scent as well as a few scentless sweatshirts that he knows must be Xichen’s.

Since his brother is a beta, they don’t carry a pheromone scent but it makes him happy to tuck the familiar smell of him in there anyway.
LWJ likes to believe he has strong upper body/core strength but the basket was so heavy he’d been unable to lift it inside by himself.

He’d been forced to ask for WWX’s help.

This led to WWX having a small meltdown until LWJ eventually caved and allowed him to carry--
the each of the items one by one, to deliver in a neat pile in front of LWJ’s room.

“I won’t go in!” WWX insisted nervously. “It’s just, you should be resting! Hydrating! Finish editing your videos! Not lugging all this around..."
"I already fed the chickens and bunnies and it’s going to rain any minute now so please let me feel useful! I will bring you cleaning supplies if my scent on them bothers you--” WWX continued, his words running together.

“No,” LWJ cuts him off quickly.
cw abo

“We live together, Wei Ying. Your scent doesn’t bother me. Go ahead,” LWJ gestures to the basket, watching as WWX eagerly hefts items in his arms.

Normally LWJ would protest such treatment. But now, his inner omega preens in delight over his alpha being so caring to him.
cw abo

Not /his/ alpha, LWJ scolds himself.

But well… maybe he can just enjoy the view all the same.

WWX has put on some muscle these past few months since he’s moved out here. And his biceps look quite nice flexing to carry LWJ’s things.
Cw abo

This is LWJ’s first heat in lock down. The first he’s ever spent away from his mother. And the first he’s spent with the man of his dreams so close to him.

He fears he will simply walk naked in a heat-induced stupor to WWX and present himself on all fours.
cw abo

They’d come to a tentative agreement once lockdown started that WWX would stay in his tiny house for heats and ruts.

When LWJ is in heat, he’d come into the house to use the downstairs bathroom and the kitchen only. And to care for the bunnies.

That was it.
cw abo

LWJ was not happy about this agreement at all but he had no way to protest without revealing too much.

In LWJ’s defense, WWX’s tiny house wasn’t finished yet, he had no heat or AC installed and no water tank yet. It was basically a glorified work shed with a futon.
WWX had suffered some setbacks with supplies being limited during the pandemic, which meant he’s had to stay in LWJ’s old bedroom longer than planned.

LWJ has not been complaining. While he misses seeing his family in person, he’s enjoyed these past few months alone with WWX.
More than he could ever articulate.

The night before lockdown started, LWJ’s mother had driven the short drive to the cottage, loaded down with some groceries and fresh produce from her new husband’s farm down the road.
LWJ had been surprised to see LXC accompany her.

“I had to come. I don’t know when I’m going to be able to see you two next. A-Yao and Da ge are handling things at home for the time being.” LXC had told them over the massive dinner their mother had come prepared with.
LWJ’s ears only blushed a little when WWX waggled his eyebrows at him over his brother’s nickname for Mingjue.

“Honestly the biggest hurdle we’ll have is teaching Shufu how to use Zoom,” Xichen continued with a sigh. “Have you all heard of Zoom?”
Later, as the two of them prepared to leave, his mother hugged WWX tightly, “A-Ying, darling boy, I’m trusting you with my baby. Please look after him.”

WWX had nodded solemnly, wide-eyed and earnest. “I will,” he had promised.
LWJ’s mother just nodded back, patting his cheeks. “Please send my love to your mother by the way. How are your parents doing?”

“Ah, busy,” WWX said bashfully, looking down at his feet. WWX’s parents run a humanitarian relief non-profit.
cw pandemic

They work mainly out of China as well as many SE asian countries to rebuild structures and provide food/shelter during natural disasters. They had been in China when the pandemic began and had been there ever since.
“Well, I love you both. Call me a lot, okay, or I will bring the donkey with me to spy on you. And send me plant updates!” She said as she hugged WWX tightly one more time before LWJ walked her and Xichen back to her car, helping them load some items before hugging them good-bye.
Cw abo

As their mother fussed unnecessarily over LWJ’s sweater, Xichen cleared his throat in a pointed way. Mother just groaned.

“Okay, okay-- A-Huan would like me to ~encourage~ you to tell A-Ying how you feel about him /before/ you share a heat with him--”
cw abo

Whatever else she was going to say is cut off by LWJ’s indignant noise of outrage.

“Wangji, please, the two of you are going to be living together alone and well… things happen,” Xichen interjected, dodging and catching as LWJ starts pelting toilet paper rolls at him.
cw abo

“I’ve seen how A-Yao and Da-ge get around each other when the other is about to go into a heat or rut--”

“And it’s always better to be honest, baobei, please that boy adores you, you have nothing to worry about--” Mother attempted as she took cover in the car.
“/Good-bye/ to you both, don’t bother coming back when lockdown is lifted. You are banned from my home.”

“You can’t ban me from my own home. I still technically own the place,” Mother clucked her tongue before grabbing one of the toilet paper rolls from LXC and chucking at LWJ.
She missed by nearly a yard and it landed in a nearby bush.

LXC rushed to collect it, carefully picking out leaves and rolling it up. “Careful with the goods! Do you know how hard it is to find these in the city right now?”
“It does not matter,” LWJ ignored him, addressing Mother, “You gave up your rights to the home when you married and moved in with Wen Hongyi.”

“Ah, I see, so I’m finally being punished, eh, baobei?” Mother smirked in a way that makes LWJ squirm, feeling exposed.
“A-Huan, the day has finally come... I see how it is,” she said lightly. She threw her head back in a laugh and shakes her head.

“I will be back as soon as it’s safe, okay? Love you, baobei. You better call me yourself so I don’t have to fish for information from A-Ying.”
“I love you too. And I will block your number on Wei Ying’s phone.”

“Please,” Mother made a tsking noise. “A-Ying calls me all the time. He’s my ~protege~, you know. I had to teach /someone/ my trade since neither of you can keep a plant alive on your own.”
LWJ is not completely surprised by this information. WWX worships LWJ’s mother.

He knows his mother has been teaching him herbalism techniques but somehow he’d never imagined the two of them /chatted/ about it /over the phone/.

What a terrifying thought.
“Tell my future son-in-law how you feel please, preferably before I get a grandbaby?” Mother called as she waved good-bye before quickly driving the two away to safety before LWJ could uproot a tree to toss at the moving vehicle.
cw abo

And so, here he is, 2 months later, with his heat approaching in mere hours, hoarding WWX’s dirty clothes while still not confessing his feelings.

He’s been pointedly ignoring his mother’s texts after he thanked her for her package.
He knows what she's saying anyway.
cw abo

He sulks from inside his nest instead curled up next to a pair of WWX’s boxer briefs.

WWX had been acting odd lately in general these last few days... The two of them have a solid rhythm and routine to their days now, 2 months into the stay at home order.
LWJ feels like he knows WWX’s behaviors rather well, more than ever before.

WWX, when he’s not working on his own tiny house or in LWJ’s mother’s garden, spends his time building a soundproof studio for LWJ to use to film for his ASMR channel.
It had been the condition that WWX insisted upon when LWJ first offered him the land to build the tiny house and use of the house’s amenities in the first place back in the fall.

That, and taking care of his mother’s garden.
The studio was close to being done anyway but somehow in the past week WWX managed to fully complete it. He’s even added in a small mural, LWJ’s channel logo, of a rabbit shaped cloud.

LWJ had been stunned nearly to tears over it, feeling more sensitive than usual lately.
cw abo

WWX has also been oddly helpful lately, more-so than usual. Insistently helpful, actually.

He’d been extremely preoccupied with safety and security. Checking the locks on their doors and windows multiple times a day, driving LWJ mad.
WWX fixated particularly on the bunnies and outdoor chicken coop. The bunnies, free to roam the house near LWJ during the day, have a little puppy pin that LWJ puts up at night to keep them safe while he sleeps.

WWX seemed determined that the pin was not secure enough--
cw abo

WWX had spent the better part of an afternoon “fixing” it. Though LWJ still can't comprehend what he actually did to to it.

WWX even cooked for LWJ the other day. While WWX isn't a bad cook, he usually prefers to eat LWJs cooking most of the time.
WWX had video called Jiang Yanli to have her walk him through her famous Hubei inspired rib and lotus root soup and help him adapt it to be vegetarian for LWJ.

“It will be a little different but mushrooms are a great meat substitute so this is fun for me to experiment with!”
She had told LWJ from WWX’s laptop, waving at him with her cleaver behind a massive pile of chopped mushrooms as WWX worked determinedly at his own.

At dinner, WWX had just stared him expectantly as LWJ delicately slurped his first spoonful.
cw abo

“It’s very good, Wei Ying,” LWJ said and WWX looked as if he was going to melt to the floor in both sheer relief and happiness.

LWJ had not known what to do over that response and quietly freaked out as WWX spent the rest of the meal dreamily watching him eat.
cw abo

It was hard for LWJ to not get /ideas/, when WWX behaved this way.

Last night had been the point of no return. LWJ had been sipping on some tea and editing some videos he’d prepared in advance of his heat when WWX had all but slammed the door open.
cw abo

LWJ blinked up at him, startled, when WWX just hovered in the doorway without speaking, his eyes looking oddly manic.

“I, uh, I made you this,” WWX eventually sputtered out before hefting a strange looking wood contraption into the room.
cw abo

“Oh… thank you, Wei Ying… What is it?” LWJ stares at it, trying his best to determine what it could be. It looked like... shelves?

“It’s a storage unit for you to keep everything you need close to you during your heat. So you don’t need to leave your nest --"
"-- It's got space for towels, phone charger, some storage for snacks, then this is where you can set up the bunny nanny cam so you can see them whenever you want… And this part, this rubber bit will help you twist the caps off water bottles…” WWX rambled.
cw abo

LWJ flushed furiously, ready to nearly vibrate out of his chair at the thought of WWX going through such lengths to make sure he would be comfortable during his heat.

There was something desperate in WWX’s eyes when he asked quietly, “Is it good? Do you like it?
cw abo

“...Yes, Wei Ying, it is very good. I love it, thank you very much,” LWJ whispered back.

WWX smiled so brightly and all but floated away, as if he was high on his own success.

LWJ was at a loss.
cw abo

LWJ had frantically googled pre-heat alpha behavior after that and had to slam his laptop closed in his embarrassed shock and pleasure to discover that WWX was not exhibiting pre-heat sympathy behavior ...but rather /pre-rut/ symptoms.
cw abo / menstruation

Is it possible that their mating cycles have synced? LWJ knows Mianmian jokes about her menstrual cycle syncing with her sister’s sometimes but, for unmated a/o pairs, it is quite rare for their mating cycles to sync.
cw abo

According to wedMD and several other internet sources: it signifies /compatibility/, apparently.

LWJ felt ready to pass out at that discovery.
cw abo / nastyboy behavior

So now, as LWJ buries his face in WWX's stolen briefs in his nest he considers this. Maybe telling WWX about his feelings isn’t so out of reach. WWX is certainly acting like he's attracted to him, if he’s behaving like this to him in pre-rut.
cw abo /

According to LWJ desperate internet investigations, if WWX /wasn’t/ interested in him like that, he’d just have tried to keep a friendly distance during pre-rut...

LWJ feels drunk at just the idea.
cw abo

WWX, who’s been the star of every single heat fantasy LWJ has ever had, actually /being here/ with him… Knotting him. It makes him feel crazy to think about. Hence the stolen underwear.

It also brings back memories of his first ever heat.
He’d been 15 years old at the time and in his final week of camp, when he’d thought he’d woken up with a fever.

It was at the summer camp Shufu volunteered at, a program for young Chinese-American children to learn about Chinese culture that the Lan family law firm sponsored.
cw abo

LWJ attended every summer.

That particular summer was the summer he met WWX, which upon reflection, was probably /not/ a coincidence.

By the end of camp, he had been firmly and completely obsessed with WWX as much as any lovesick 15 yo could be.
cw abo

That morning when LWJ woke up feeling off, he had just pulled the blankets over his head and refused to leave his bed, not quite knowing what was happening just yet. The thought of reaching for the cellphone Shufu had given him “for emergencies only” even seemed too much.
cw abo

WWX, in all his young eagerness and dedication to teasing LWJ, eventually came looking for him. As LWJ knew he would.

LWJ will never forget the look on WWX’s face when he had yanked LWJ’s blanket off, teasing LWJ with a wide grin about oversleeping.
cw abo

The two of them had stared at each other for a long moment.

LWJ blinking blearily and WWX in shock until WWX had audibly squeaked. WWX quickly shot a hand to cover his mouth and nose before his face turned a scarlet red and he fled for the nurse without another word.
cw abo

LWJ at the time had not thought it possible for WWX to be embarrassed, so it had been amusing.

He’d been dazedly giggling about it when the nurse arrived with his Shufu following closely behind.
cw abo

“He must be feverish! Or, wait, he played soccer yesterday, could he be concussed?!” Shufu had demanded trying to wave his hand in front of LWJ’s face until the nurse had to firmly guide him away.
cw abo

Upon the confirmation from the nurse that he was in pre-heat, Shufu had frantically gathered his things, bundled LWJ up and marched him toward the parking lot, glaring at anyone who so much as dared look in LWJ’s direction.
cw abo

WWX stood waiting outside the food hall with the Jiang siblings predictably by his side, waving frantically at LWJ as Shufu marched them toward his car. WWX had been given a face mask to wear.

“Lan Zhan! I’ll text you a lot, okay? Mianmian gave me your number!"
cw abo

Shufu had tugged LWJ away before he could respond. So LWJ just watched dazedly as his uncle drove, white-knuckled, the full four hour trek to his mothers house without a word beyond some quick phone calls and mutterings about overzealous young alpha miscreants.
cw abo

It was somewhat surprising, for LWJ to have a heat so early. Typically it didn’t happen until 16 or 17.

It was already surprising enough as is that he was an omega to begin with. Almost all of his father’s side of the family were betas.
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His omega mother has been the only one unsurprised.

“You have quite the crush,” she’d teased gently at the time, combing her finger through his hair as he lied his head miserably in her lap during the worst of his pre-heat symptoms.
cw abo

“Strong feelings can cause our bodies to react," she'd murmured.

LWJ had just groaned in frustration at the time but now, LWJ considers this, the way the two of them have always seemed to orbit each other. Ever since they first met.
cw abo

For so long, LWJ assumed his feelings were one-sided and had contented himself to pine, as long as he had WWX in his life as a friend.

But now, with the physical evidence of the contrary staring at him in the face. LWJ thinks that maybe it’s worth the risk.
cw abo

He will just… feel it out. He can blame it on his hormones if WWX rejects him. He will of course respect whatever boundary WWX wants, even if it does destroy him to do so.

Either way, he’s running out of time to make his feelings and /consent/ clear.
cw abo

He is due to start his heat sometime overnight or early tomorrow morning according to his body's symptoms.

So LWJ needs to act now. Before his heat-addled mind makes a hasty decision /for/ him and embarrasses the both of them.
cw abo

LWJ contemplates on how to approach it as he wanders downstairs to the back of the house to collect the remainder of his sheets from the laundry.

WWX is probably out in the garden now that the rain has stopped.

Maybe LWJ can try during dinner…
cw abo

Or maybe when they settle in on the sofa that evening with the bunnies to watch a show on Netflix. He wonders if WWX would want to “netflix and chill” with him, as it were. Preferably “netflix and ravage lwj on the floor” type of chill, if LWJ has any say in the matter.
cw abo

He stops short down the hallway though, alarmed when he hears the unmistakable sound of someone attempting to quietly cry.

“Wei Ying?” he calls in concern, rushing into the laundry room without hesitation.
cw abo

He stops short at the doorway, unprepared for the sight that greets him. WWX is crumpled on the floor, eyes red with tears, tangled in LWJ’s bedsheets.

“Lan Zhan!” WWX cries, looking terrified at the sight of him. “Lan Zhan, I’m so fucking sorry--"
cw abo

"I can’t even believe I did something like this. It’s so disrespectful. I’m so sorry. I’ll go, I’ll go right now. I’ll go to a fucking rut hotel, as I should ha--”

He’s struggling to get up and LWJ rushes forward, to help him or stop him from leaving, he doesn’t know.
cw abo / nastyboy behavior

But its only when LWJ gets closer that he sees what WWX is clutching in his hand--

It’s a pair of LWJ’s underwear.
🛑 Pause for tonight. Sorry to leave us here but I gotta sleep. Weirdo4weirdo in the pantie sniffing arena these nasty boys. Poor wwx, he was trying so hard to be good. 🥺
📝 Some worldbuilding notes about this verse:
- LWJ+ WWX are about 25/26
- LWJ’s parent divorced when he was 6
- His mom (Li Xifeng) moved out to the country w the divorce settlement and down the round from a sexy widower…
📝 con't:
- LWJ’s mom married Wen Qing and Wen Ning’s father (Wen Hongyi) about 6 months ago. LWJ wants her to be happy but he doesn’t like sharing his mama’s attention! 😠
- They live less than a mile away but have been strict about lockdown as Wen Popo lives with them.
📝 con't:
- LXC lives in the city w his two bfs, LWJ thinks NMJ/MY might hate each other though but he’s afraid to ask questions.
- LWJ was in law school to follow the family footsteps when his ASMR channel took off and he decided to do that full time.
That's all for tonight! Bump to the top.

Fucking a, I broke the thread. I will have to figure out how to fix it tomorrow but continued here for now:
👶🏻🏡🌱

cw abo / omegaverse

“Wei Ying…?”

LWJ moves to step forward but is stopped by WWX's noise of panic.

“Lan Zhan don’t come any closer! I don’t trust myself right now!”
WWX seizes LWJ’s sheet, which is still tangled around his endless legs, and tosses it over himself.

“We need to call your mom… I need to get to a rut hotel. I can’t ask your stepdad to drive me because of Popo but maybe Jiang Cheng would do it. He’d be so pissed but--”
WWX mutters to himself under the sheet.

LWJ smiles. WWX has not relinquished LWJ’s underwear. And he has not seemed to realize he has enveloped himself in LWJ’s scent by way of the sheet.
“Wei Ying,” LWJ steps forward and lowers himself to sit cross-legged on the floor in front of him. Gently, he tugs the sheet away from a wide-eyed WWX.

“Lan Zhan--” WWX tries to protest but LWJ has revealed how he is still clutching the underwear tightly in his hands.
It’s one of LWJ’s favorites, soft baby blue briefs with white trim and seams.

“Do you like it?” LWJ asks, quirking his head to the side just slightly.

“Wha-- what do you mean?” WWX asks, he’s trying to subtly maneuver the sheet back over him but LWJ’s grip is too strong.
“The smell, do you like it?” LWJ asks quietly.

WWX jaw drops, he gapes at LWJ, clearly at a loss of what to say. His face flushes furiously.

LWJ leans forward to crawl toward WWX, his movements light and patient.
WWX makes a hysterical noise but doesn’t dare move as LWJ hovers over him.

“I like /your/ smell,” LWJ whispers. “I was bad this morning though and I stole your dirty clothes. I apologize but they are in my nest now. I will not be removing them.”
WWX blinks in shocked surprise, “oh--?”

“Mn,” LWJ nods, leaning down to nuzzle ever so lightly at the side of WWX’s jaw. “I may have chewed your grey boxer briefs. I apologize for that as well.”

WWX lets go of the fabric abruptly, to latch onto LWJ’s waist instead.
LWJ shivers, letting himself fall forward more, his eyes on WWX’s lips which are glistening and swollen from where WWX was biting them.

“You like it then? You want my clothes in your nest?” WWX breathes, his fingers tightening for a moment at LWJ’s waist.
He’s so warm, LWJ sways forward even more, their noses grazing.

LWJ nods again.

“Lan Zhan…” WWX eyes are tremulous as they dart back and forth between LWJ’s own, taking in his expression. “You haven’t started your heat yet, right?”
Lan Zhan shakes his head, “not yet,” he whispers, peeling one of WWX’s hands away from his waist to press his fingers against his neck. To his scent gland. It still lies flat on his skin, not yet swollen with heat.

WWX exhales. “Me too, I--”
He tugs his hand away to guide LWJ’s to his own neck, for LWJ to feel the same sensation.

“Soon though,” WWX whispers, his breath dancing against LWJ’s lips.

LWJ feels relief, the last bit of tension bleeding out of him as he realizes WWX isn’t too far gone to consent.
“I wasn’t supposed to have a rut. Not for another month or so,” WWX bites his lip again, LWJ watches the movement closely. His lips quiver, wanting to tug WWX’s lip free with his own teeth.

“I didn’t realize until…” WWX trails off and he ever so slightly nuzzles LWJ in return.
“Wei Ying,” LWJ calls out, a pleading tone to his voice as he tugs WWX’s hand impatiently back to his waist.

WWX grips him tightly, a tight small growl is all the warning LWJ has before their lips clash together, their teeth knocking.
It is uncoordinated and sloppy but it’s everything LWJ has ever wanted so he can’t bring himself to care. Or be embarrassed by his own inexperience.

He’s never kissed anyone before.
With a groan, WWX shifts and the angle fixes itself, their lips moving together fluidly after that before LWJ tongue darts to curiously track over WWX’s swollen bottom lip.

WWX groans again, his hands stroking up and down either side of LWJ’s waist.
LWJ gets lost in it, losing track of time as they trade kiss after kiss. His head feels floaty in a way that has nothing to do with his heat. He can’t believe this is actually happening.

Without realizing LWJ has dropped his lower body down on WWX’s and his hips press down—
grinding against the matching heat of WWX’s groin

Eventually as they part, gasping for air, WWX gasps, “Lan Zhan,” as he presses quick frantic kisses down LWJ’s jaw and along his neck. “Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan…”

LWJ tilts his head, unconsciously presenting his neck.
“Lan Zhan … do you mean this? Do you want—” WWX bucks his hips up and LWJ gasps as he feels the length of WWX’s hardness against his thigh.

“We’re not moving too fast—?”
“How can it be too fast,” LWJ huffs, pressing down more aggressively against WWX, “if I’ve wanted this for 10 years?”

“I--Lan Zhan--” WWX breaks off with a loud growl.

It makes LWJ limbs go limp, wanting both to melt down into the man below him and coil tightly around him.
WWX pounces then, flipping their positions so LWJ is on the floor with WWX looming above him.

His hand carefully cradles the back of LWJ’s head so it doesn't collide with the floor, before he bunches the sheet underneath them to tuck behind LWJ’s head and neck.
WWX then dives back down, to kiss LWJ fiercely, stealing his breath right from his mouth.

When WWX breaks away, LWJ reaches forward chasing his lips.

WWX just smiles, and it is so stunning it feels as if LWJ's heart will burst out of his own chest in awe.
“Ah, Lan Zhan, so naughty though. You chewed my favorite underwear. Just like one of your bunnies, huh?”

LWJ attempts to scowl but WWX eyes sparkle with amusement and there is an undercurrent of wonder in his expression that makes it difficult for LWJ to hold the frown.
LWJ stretches forward to bite WWX’s shoulder in protest.

Not hard, just gripping between his teeth. He bucks his hips up once again to make his desires known.

WWX hums, “Hm, you need it, huh?” There is still laughter dancing in his voice but his voice has dropped an octave.
LWJ feels heat throb between his legs as he nods, biting more sharply in response.

WWX pulls himself away but before LWJ can make a plaintive noise of protest, WWX presses a kiss to his sternum, “Then this alpha should do what Bunny needs then, yeah?”
LWJ nods deliriously, as WWX presses a trail of kisses down his clothed torso and whispers, “Aiya, Lan Zhan, you make me so crazy, you know? I like you so much. I always have.”

LWJ feels his whole body thrum, arching upwards in response, as if it’s singing with WWX’s words.
He wishes for his clothes to simply disintegrate under WWX’s touch. He doesn’t want any barriers between them. Not anymore.

“You smell so good. I know you must taste so good too. I couldn’t help myself before, I needed to try to taste it,” WWX whispers as he makes his way down.
💦💦 NSFW / intersex omega anatomy

He pauses when he gets to LWJ’s waistband and stares back up him, his eyes hooded.

“Lan Zhan, you’ll let me taste now, hm?”

LWJ nods wildly, his hair sticking to his sweating neck.
He’s not in heat yet, but he’s so turned on he feels like he might as well be.

WWX just gently tugs down LWJ’s joggers, revealing a patch of pale skin and the thin downy hairs that graze top of LWJ’s underwear.
WWX presses a tender kiss to the skin there. “I can’t knot you yet, we need to save that for later. But I’ll take care of you now, yeah?”

LWJ groans, nodding. Feeling himself flush at the thought of taking WWX’s knot. It’s not a fantasy anymore. He /will/ be taking it—soon.
WWX tugs the soft pants the rest of the way down. LWJ’s legs twitch at the cool air.

He’s got his thick, padded briefs on, the kind that you use during pre-heats or during your period, to protect your clothes. They feel a little like a diaper but before he can feel embarrassed—
WWX leans down to nuzzle his nose between his legs with an audible moan.

With that he tugs the briefs down and off in a rapid motion, leaving LWJ bare from the waist down.

WWX settles himself between LWJ’s thighs and before LWJ can fully release his shaky exhale—
WWX's clever fingers are prying apart his folds and his tongue is swiping curiously. Gently tasting.

They both groan.

LWJ clutches at WWX’s shoulders, letting out a high pitched sound he didn’t know he was capable of as WWX suddenly dives in with gusto.
LWJ hips stutter as WWX laves his tongue in desperate curling motions against LWJ's heat.

WWX’s nose grazes the base of LWJ's cock, his hair tickling against it. A contrasting sensation to his hot tongue that makes LWJ tense up breathlessly.
His slick is flowing steadily now. If WWX wasn’t all but devouring him, there would be a small puddle on the floor.

“Mm, Lan Zhan, you taste ever better than I imagined,” WWX mutters as he takes a gasping breath into LWJ’s thigh.
When LWJ peers down, he can see his own slick clinging a trail from WWX’s lips to his folds.

He groans, hip head thudding back against the makeshift pillow WWX made for him, a wave of arousal comes so strong he feels he’ll start floating at the sheer force it consumes him.
He doesn’t get a chance to recover as WWX burrows his way back in, his tongue hungrily swiping hypnotic movements, swallowing his slick as he goes with audible gulps.

LWJ squirms, his hips moving to rock down against the sensation as his body tenses up. He won’t last long.
WWX shifts suddenly, flinging LWJ’s legs over his shoulders and gripping him in place. LWJ gasps at the proprietary move, grasping at floor, clutching at the sheets tangled beneath them.

His world shrinks to the warm sensation of WWX’s tongue. The way WWX is groaning into it.
LWJ’s body shakes with each swipe of WWX's tongue, his abs and legs tensing more and more at his impending orgasm.

Then, one of WWX’s hands snakes around to grip at LWJ’s straining cock. His thumbs rubs at the leaking head and it’s all over from there.
LWJ comes with a loud shout, cum shooting up his stomach the same time he feels his slick flood WWX’s mouth. The moment extends so long LWJ thinks he might white out.

When he comes to, WWX is gently laying legs back to floor and crawling back up LWJ’s body.
His face is sticky with LWJ’s slick. Both his cheeks and lips are swollen and red from excursion.

LWJ reaches for him weakly, his arms feeling like jello. He's hit with a feverish-wave of pre-heat, that makes him feel dizzy.
WWX croons, using the sheet below them to wipe LWJ’s stomach clean before collapsing on top of him, burying his sticky face in LWJ’s neck.

LWJ clings with all the strength his has, his fingers tangling in WWX’s hair.
There is a moment of the two of them just panting silently, until LWJ becomes abruptly aware of the hard, hot heat of WWX’s erection pressing against his thigh.

LWJ paws at WWX’s pants, feeling dizzy but determined to get to his target.
WWX just clucks his tongue, capturing LWJ’s wrist and bringing it back to wrap around WWX’s back.

“Later,” he mutters. “When we’re in the nest.”

LWJ tries not to pout.
He knows from his own desperate internet research spiral last night, that many alpha’s eschew release while in pre-rut, feeling the urge to save their release for their knots.

Still, LWJ wants his hands on him.
It’s only the reminder that he /will/ do so later, that keeps him from putting up more of a fight.

“Lan Zhan, you’re sure you want this?” WWX whispers into LWJ’s neck. “You're sure you want me to share your heat with you?”
LWJ is caught between fondness and grumpy annoyance at his doubt.

“Wei Ying, yes,” he affirms. And WWX melts against him in relief.

“Good, that’s good. I’ve never… done this before. But I’ll promise I’ll make it good for you.”
LWJ presses a kiss to the top of WWX's head, fondness winning out. “Of course it will be good, it’s you.”

WWX peels his head up at that, his eyes shining with emotion before he sweeps forward to kiss LWJ deeply.

LWJ can taste himself on WWX’s lips.
🛑 pause for the night. i meant to write more today but life got me. i'll be back tomorrow night with more.
👶🏻🏡🌱

cw abo / omegaverse

They exchange lazy kisses, laying on the laundry room floor tangled in LWJ’s sheet for some time. LWJ is starting to feel sticky and the floor is getting uncomfortable. Even with the sheet rolled under his head.
A comet could hit the earth and LWJ thinks he’d still be hard pressed to leave the warm cocoon of WWX’s arms.

Eventually they are roused by the presence of a soft twitching nose sniffing at LWJ’s face.

LWJ sees little tan bunny ears out of the corner of his eye and smiles.
“Hello Peachy, coming to check on Diedie, huh?” WWX giggles, reaching out a hand to stroke a finger over her ears.

She skitters away, hiding under the laundry machine.

WWX makes an agonized noise at the rejection.
“Rabbits can be nervous around alphas in a rut,” LWJ offers, holding his hand out to her pretending he has a treat to lure her out from there. He doesn’t want her too close to all the wiring.

When she comes out to investigate he scoops her close, pressing a kiss to her head.
“I’m not even in a rut yet, Peachy,” WWX complains.

When Peach gets a little too curious, sniffing around LWJ’s stomach, LWJ reluctantly decides it's time to get up.

WWX scrambles to help LWJ get to his feet.
There is a moment where he just stands, clutching his rabbit in just his ruined T-Shirt.

It’s oversized so LWJ isn’t dangling out freely but he doesn’t know how to elegantly retrieve his underwear from behind where WWX is gathering the sheets and tossing them into the laundry.
WWX doesn’t seem to notice LWJ’s awkwardness, he just turns to look at him and smiles widely before reaching for the padded underwear.

He kneels, holding them out so LWJ can step into them— which LWJ does gingerly, his ears burning.
His heart races, he’s never had this type of intimacy with anyone... outside of maybe his own mother, but, even then, this is different.

WWX slaps the elastic at his waist playfully, and then makes a grab for LWJ’s bum.

LWJ is torn between feeling reproachful and turned on.
WWX laughs. “Aiya, you and Peachy are both glaring at me just the same. Forgive me Lan Zhan! I’ve been wanting to grab your butt since I was 15, indulge your Wei Ying?” WWX pouts.

LWJ leans his head forward to rest on WWX’s shoulder, hiding his smile as WWX squeezes his rear.
“When I’m not holding our daughter. I will be grabbing your butt too, in recompense,” he mutters.

WWX laughs joyously. “I look forward to it! And, Princess Peach, did you hear that? I’m your Baba now too!”

Peach gives him a suspicious look.
“Oh yes of course here’s your little shadow Peach,” WWX nods to the doorway where their small grey rabbit, Frank, lurks.

The rabbits were napping upstairs in LWJ’s nest earlier. Peach must have set out looking for him when he did not return and Frank is never far from her side.
LWJ bends to scoop him up as well, pressing a kiss to his head when the bunny gives him an affectionate lick.

He surveys the hallway and sees no sign of the others. Peach and Frank are much more affectionate, always following LWJ around.
Lil Apple and Totoro are content to be left alone mostly, unless they want food or to play. They must still be upstairs sleeping.

“We’ll have to call your mom after all,” WWX says, reading LWJ’s mind.

WWX can’t look after the rabbits if he’s in LWJ’s nest…
LWJ closes his eyes when he imagines his mother’s smug face when he tells her the news.

“I’ll finish the laundry, you go upstairs and clean up. I’ll meet you up there and help you pack their things?”

LWJ nods, he’s reluctant to leave WWX though and leans in for a kiss.
WWX gives him one with a loud “muah!” noise that charms LWJ more than he’d ever admit.

“Uh, Lan Zhan?”

“Yes?”

WWX is flushed red and biting his lip.

“Can we put these in the nest?” WWX whispers, holding up the blue briefs he had been coveting.
LWJ nods and leans forward to press another peck to his lips. It’s intoxicating, having the permission to kiss WWX.

“I will take them up.” He angles himself so that he can free some fingers from where he is supporting Frank. WWX tucks the fabric in his hand carefully.
He is turning to go when WWX abruptly exclaims, “Lan Zhan, I’m so happy!”

LWJ rushes back to him, kissing him soundly.

How can this man be so cute?

Eventually the rabbits start making their impatience known and LWJ carries them upstairs.
He deposits them in his nest where their siblings are still sleeping soundly.

After he carefully tucks the briefs toward the top of the nest—where WWX will be sure to see them— he decides to shower, avoiding the inevitable conversation with his mother for as long as possible.
Later that evening, LWJ is waiting on the porch with a face mask on as he secures the bunnies in their travel carriers.

He tries to soothe Totoro, who frets, burrowing into Lil Apple since he’s nervous about being in the carrier when his step father’s pick-up truck pulls up.
His mother gets out of the truck before he even has a chance to turn the car off. She’s beaming widely and LWJ’s heart clenches.

He hasn’t seen her outside of a screen in two months beyond the glances he gets of her sneaking into the garden to inspect her old plants.
Even when he’d been living with Shufu while at university, they still saw each other regularly, taking turns driving to see the other.

“A-Feng,” LWJ can hear Wen Hongyi call out to her, waving a face mask. She remembers herself and grabs it before coming any closer.
“A-Zhan, baobei, how are you? Are you still feverish?”

LWJ shakes his head. “I think it’s passed now.”

“Ah, soon then!” She lurks around the bottom of the porch, shifting her weight. She clearly wants to hug him.
“I think we’re far enough away,” she grumbles. “One Wei Ying apart.”

LWJ laughs quietly, his eyes stinging a little with fondness.

He’s missed her.
“I have packed everything you will need for a weekend and a little more just to be safe,” he informs her.

“Peach will be upset at first but hopefully she will not take it out on your furniture. I have put in extra chew toys just in case—"
—Totoro has some digestive issues so be careful to not give him too many treats. I’ve prepared thorough instructions for you.”

He waves the periwinkle moleskine before he tucks it into the totes he’s prepared with the rabbits toys and treats.
“I’m sure you have, baobei,” she says fondly, observing how he carefully cleans the outsides of the handles and bags with cleaning wipes.

“Did you hear they are offering rapid tests at the CVS down the way now? We should get tested so we don’t have to do this whole dance."
LWJ nods. He and WWX have not left the property beyond driving to the store on occasion and they always place their orders ahead so they can pick up rather than going inside. He knows the Wens have concerns with Popo though, who is immunocompromised, so they are being cautious.
“I’m worried about your brother. I think those boys of his might be going a little stir crazy. He’s called me twice this week hiding on the balcony while the two were fighting. He doesn’t seem concerned but still,” she huffs a little.
LWJ will need to call him after his heat is over. He knows how combative Mingjue and A-Yao can get with each other from all the times his brother dragged him along on social occasions.

When Mother’s expression turns from annoyed to mischievous, LWJ sighs, knowing what’s coming.
“Speaking of boyfriends…”

Mother smirks under her mask, her eyes have a manic sparkle that make LWJ scowl.

“How is my favorite son in law? I imagine he’s /quite/ pleased at the moment…”
LWJ rolls his eyes. “He’s fine. He’s upstairs setting up our room. He’s too scared to come down. He thinks you're going to have Wen Hongyi threaten him on my behalf.”

LWJ’s mother guffaws, throwing her head back as she laughs.
Wen Hongyi shrugs from inside the truck. He’s quite a large man, he looks like an older and broader version of his son. “I can if you want me too,” he calls out cheerfully.

“No threatening A-Ying, he’s my darling boy!” LWJ’s mom waggles her finger at him.
“Alright well, we’ll leave you to get settled, baobei. I’ll text you bunny updates if you like. Tell A-Ying I’ll check the plants for him when I stop in to feed the chickens. Otherwise, enjoy yourself~ and don’t think I didn’t notice you say /our room/” she cackles.
LWJ can’t even be annoyed with her behavior, he’s too happy, he’s been floating on a high all afternoon.

“Goodbye, I will pick you up soon,” he says seriously to his rabbits before nodding at them, trying to to feel guilty at Peach’s betrayed look as he goes back inside.
He watches from the stairs as WH and his mother gather the rabbit carriers along with their things, packing them into the backseat.

WWX comes bounding down the stairs, plopping next to him, smelling of their nest. “How is Ayi?? Does she hate me now?”
“No,” LWJ leans his head to rest against WWX’s. “She says you're her darling boy.”

WWX laughs delightedly, nuzzling LWJ, scenting him subtly.
WWX videocalls his own parents at dinner to let them know he won’t be reachable this weekend. He talks in a rapid mix of Chongqing and Hubei dialects that LWJ can’t completely follow. Eventually, they must press on why he’s unavailable and he admits the truth with burning cheeks.
LWJ blushes himself when Cangse Sanren all but yells and starts cheering, waving wildly and blowing kisses at LWJ while Wei Changze actually pops open a bottle of champagne.

It’s only 7 in the morning where they are.
WWX beams, hiding behind his hands with his face flushing furiously.

“Babaaaa,” he complains as WCZ dances a little as he pours his champagne into a travel mug.

LWJ is relieved to see that his mother is not the only mortifying parent they've got between them.
And he’s thrilled beyond words that WWX’s parents seem so happy.

Just the idea of WWX talking to his parents about him, the way he does about WWX with his mother…

It makes him so delighted he feels he'll be swept away in the feeling.
WWX can’t stop smiling either though, even after he ends the video call and all but inhales his dinner.

He’s got a large bowl of Jiang Yanli’s soup and an absolutely massive bowl of hot dry noodles that he works his way through.
LWJ just sips some hot tea at WWX’s insistence. Like most omegas, he prefers to fast right before a heat and focus on hydrating.

“I got the rolling cabinet set up next to the nest but, uhh, I need your feedback on…/accessories/,” WWX mutters into his noodles.
He’s got a look in his eye that makes heat flood between LWJ’s legs.

After dinner they go back to the nest, forgoing their usual routine of watching TV together downstairs.

WWX’s got the cabinet stocked with all their combined essentials along with clean sheets and towels.
LWJ resists the urge to bite his lip as he pulls out the box where he keeps his heat supplies from his closet and sets it out to survey options. Since he’ll have WWX, he won’t need much.

WWX spoons behind him, plastering himself against his back, observing LWJ’s selection.
LWJ takes out his favorite plug.

This will help whenever WWX needs to leave the nest for food or to clean them. WWX growls in approval against LWJ’s neck.

The rest, LWJ frowns at.

“I don’t think we need anything else?”
“Hm,” WWX hums as he reaches in one-handed to explore their options.

It’s mostly just a few dildos and some with an inflatable knot. WWX pulls out one dildo that can also be used as a plug with a curious noise.

He sets it out with the other one.
LWJ’s feels his cock twitch with heat at the thought of WWX using that on him.

Then WWX starts examining the inflatable knots. “Hmmmm,” he frowns at them as he tests each of them out.

“Lan Zhan, you should know that I’m bigger than these…” he mutters.
“Like this,” he holds out a fist in front of LWJ.

He has to wrap an arm quickly around LWJ when he goes weak at the knees with a moan.

“Good,” LWJ whispers breathlessly.
🛑 pause for the night, i'll post the rest of this section tomorrow. Then it's heat time 👀💦
📝Some worldbuilding notes before we go:

In case you are wondering about their jobs:
- LWJ runs an ASMR channel (as you know)
- WWX was working as a carpenter but has been doing freelance commissions during lockdown. Making custom cabinets and chairs and stuff. (1/4)
He also helps on the Wens farm and with LWJ’s mom’s herbs, they give him a small salary for this though he protests mightily.

- Mama Lan is an herbalist, who makes and prepares herbs and tinctures for chinese medicine usage. WQ uses them exclusively. (2/4)
- WQ is an acupuncturist and certified chinese medicine practitioner. She also works as a midwife. She works in the city with an office above an apothecary where they sell Mama Lans products. Wen Ning runs the apothecary. They are staying there during lockdown. (3/4)
- LXC is a lawyer, he works for the Lan firm with LQR in the city.

- LWJ’s dad quit the law firm after the divorce and moved back to China, where he became a monk. He writes religious philosophy books and does guest lectures sometimes. (4/4)
📝 Bunny names!
- Lil Apple V or Lil Apple the Fifth* - white and grey spotted bun (her name comes from Wei family tradition lol)

- Frank- a black bun (WWX named him after the rabbit in Donnie Darko. LWJ is horrified WWX has named his precious boy after a weird demon rabbit).
- Totoro - a white bun (name comes from “My Neighbor Totoro”. WWX wanted to call him Bunnicula. LWJ intervened. Now WWX calls him Totes/Totes Magotes, which LWJ loathes)

- Peach - a tan bun (WWX calls her Princess Peach or Peachy. She is the most affectionate bun)
*The other Lil Apple’s include:

- the OG: a donkey that WWX’s dad had to get around in a rural mountain village in China (Dad used to let tiny A-Ying ride around on it’s back. This was the closest thing tiny A-Ying had to a pet as a child and he remained loyal)
- Lil Apple Jr: WWX’s skateboard
- Lil Apple III: WWX’s motorcycle
- Lil Apple IV: the Wen’s donkey on their farm to which WWX renamed. They were just calling her “Donkey” and he found this unacceptable.
That's it for tonight! Bump to the top:

cw abo / omegaverse

That night, the two have settled in their nest. It is early, even for LWJ, but neither care. They are content to just lay in each other’s arms, scenting the other and their nest.

LWJ has his face tucked into WWX’s neck, his nose pressed to his scent gland.
WWX talks, he keeps his volume low and soothing as he strokes his fingers through LWJ’s hair and down his back.

“Soon,” LWJ mutters, pressing a small kitten lick to WWX’ gland where it’s starting to swell.

“Yeah,” WWX breathes shakily at the sensation.
cw nsfw from here on down💦

He sweeps LWJ’s hair back to rub against his gland too, which is also starting to swell, making LWJ shudder in return.

A gush of slick escapes him and he lets out a tiny whine that he attempts to muffle against WWX’s shoulder.
WWX notices though, because of course he does. His whole body is primed and attuned to focus on LWJ’s every breath and move.

“Lan Zhan,” WWX mumbles. “Before this goes further…we should talk… about our limits and stuff...”
His face looks heated and LWJ can see he’s starting to sweat.

“Mn,” LWJ agrees as he tugs at WWX’s shirt, pulling it off.

“I don’t have any limits,” he states.

“Lan Zhan!” WWX protests laughing at LWJ’s bluntness.
“That can’t possibly be true," he continues.
"Of course you have preferences and stuff…Things you like, things you don’t…” he sucks his breath in as LWJ’s hands start exploring WWX’s revealed tattoos.
This isn’t the first time LWJ has seen WWX without a shirt but this is the first time he’s been allowed to touch so he doesn’t want to waste a moment.

He traces around the familiar patterns of WWX’s lotus flower tattoos on his left arm.
“With you, I will like everything,” LWJ whispers, his fingers trailing their way down WWX’s torso making WWX jump as he hits a ticklish spot.

“Lan Zhan…” WWX presses a hard kiss to LWJ’s forehead, his arms tightening around LWJ.
“Should we have a safe word? Like something we say if we need to stop or slow down?”

“If you like,” LWJ responds, it seems like a responsible decision though he remains skeptical he would ever require WWX to stop when he's touching him.
“Okay, how about the traffic system? Red for stop, yellow for slow down, and green for go? I’ve heard that works well for heats,” WWX posits.

For heats, one word answers are generally agreed upon to be the best way to communicate for omegas.
“That will work for me,” LWJ agrees.

He smiles as he traces around the familiar rabbit shaped cloud tattoo on WWX’s ribcage.

“I still can’t believe you got this,” he whispers to WWX.
WWX had promised LWJ’s patreon group last year that he’d get a tattoo of his ASMR channel logo if LWJ reached 1 million subscribers.

“I am a man of my word, Lan Zhan,” WWX murmurs.
“Plus, it’s not like I mind having a reminder of you on me. It makes me happy when I see it and think of you and your success.”

LWJ purrs happily, hiding his face back in WWX’s neck.
“I have wanted to get the musical notes to our song tattooed for a while but I thought that might be… too obvious? I didn’t know if you, you know, meant it like that. The way I did,” WWX whispers.

LWJ peels his face out from its hiding spot to stare at WWX in wonder.
Their song, that they wrote together at the Lan summer camp the first year they met.

They had been assigned to be partners to work on a music project together, using only traditional chinese instruments. LWJ on a guqin and WWX on a dizi.
They had spent their evenings the last few weeks of camp with their instruments by the lake, puttering through notes and experimenting together.

But LWJ had gone into heat and had to leave camp before they ever got to perform it.
When they reunited the following summer, it was as if they never parted. Neither of them had forgotten a single note, though they never wrote the finished piece down.

Those times together, working together and creating with WWX were some of LWJ’s most cherished memories.
“I wrote for you, every note,” LWJ whispers, taking in the way WWX’s face softens at his words.

“Then I’ll get it, right here,” WWX indicates to his pectoral, right across his heart.

LWJ is so overwhelmed with emotion, he can’t speak.
Instead he just presses a kiss right to the spot on WWX’s chest. He can feel WWX’s heartbeat underneath him, so lets his lips linger, feeling raw and tender.

They hold each other silently for a while. WWX’s hands combing through his hair again.
The gentle moment ends when LWJ is awashed by a wave of heat, his whole body feeling flush and sticky with sweat. He peels off his shirt impatiently.

WWX growls, his hands traveling to map out every inch of exposed skin.
When his thumbs brush LWJ’s nipples, he keens, feeling over sensitive.

“Green?” WWX asks though his voice is hoarse with desire.

“Green…” LWJ says but hesitates to elaborate and WWX pinches his waist, prompting him to continue.
LWJ knows he shouldn’t be embarrassed but well…

“They get /sensitive/ during my heat… sometimes they…leak,” he mutters, feeling his ears blush as much as they can, considering he’s flushed all over.

“Leak!” WWX exclaims, his eyes wide and questioning.
cw lactation kink ahead🍼💦

“...Milk,” LWJ confirms, turned his face to hide back in WWX’s neck but suddenly LWJ is pressed on his back with WWX climbing to sit astride his hips.

“Oh? Is that so? How generous, Lan Zhan, for your body to provide while in such a state!”
WWX’s rubbing the swollen brown nipples in his fingers now, making LWJ squeak and arch toward him.

“I can get hungry, you know, so it’s good to know my mate can provide,” WWX croons as he sharply pinches them.
LWJ cries out at the sensation and his mind floats, rapturous at the sound of the words /my mate/ leaving WWX’s mouth.

“I can’t control it. It only happens sometimes,” LWJ pants as WWX continues to massage and pinch at them.
"I will just have to give them lots of encouragement then,” WWX nods seriously before leaning down to latch onto one, suckling hard.

LWJ gasps squirming underneath him, he’s fully hard and his sodden underwear is starting to become uncomfortable even with the padding.
“Ah,” he cries, as he feels a rush of heat overtake him. “Wei Ying, soon. It’s starting—”

WWX tears himself away with visible effort, his face equally flushed. “Fuck,” he pants.

“Okay, fuck, we should finish talking about the things we like and don’t…before it’s too late.”
LWJ groans in complaint. WWX is right of course but he could have continued to be right while sucking LWJ’s nipple.

“I’ll start then…,” WWX mutters, trying visibly to compose himself.
cw breeding kink👀

“I—uh—I’ve never shared a rut with someone before but I might talk about babies? Is that weird? Like getting you pregnant. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable… it’s just— I get fixated on it in a rut and—god—if it’s /you/ there, I might go a little crazy—”
LWJ inhales sharply.

“Wei Ying, yes, I would like that,” he agrees urgently.

He’s spent most of his own heats through the years imagining WWX getting him pregnant. Flipping him over on his knees and /breeding/ him.

WWX groans, his scent deepening.
“Fuck, Lan Zhan, that’s so…” he trails off, clenching his jaw. It takes him a moment to collect himself.

“Okay. Okay… what else, oh, I guess I’m fine with you being a little mean or being rough and like biting is fine but don’t think I’d like it if you hit me or anything…”
cw hitting ?

“I would never /hit/ you,” LWJ says, horrified. His scent is souring at just the thought.

“I know! I know! I just don’t think I’d like it. I had a girlfriend try to smack me in the face once, it was supposed to be sexy I think but it really killed the vibe--”
“/WHO/?” LWJ growls viciously, attempting to push WWX off of him and climb out of the nest in an absolute fury.

“Lan Zhan!” WWX captures him in his arms and tugs him back into the nest.
LWJ is too close to his heat to try to escape so he just growls angrily, locked within WWX’s arms at the thought of this perceived threat to his mate.

“Oh my goodness, Lan Zhan, I’m sorry--” WWX laughs, kissing all over his face and projecting his scent to calm LWJ down.
It takes a long moment for LWJ to finally melt from his tense posture and even longer still until LWJ will stop his muffled growling, his face pressed into WWX’s chest.

“Lan Zhan, I’m sorry! I shouldn’t speak so thoughtlessly, hm?"
"It was meant to be a sexy hit, not anything bad I just—oh no,” WWX breaks off as LWJ frees his face enough to growl loudly again, fighting to get free.

“Oh nooo, Lan Zhan,” WWX just continues to kiss him and hold him close until LWJ finally relaxes but with a mighty scowl.
“I will kill her,” LWJ says deadly serious.

How dare this person lay hands on LWJ’s mate?? How dare—

“Okay, so no talking about others in the nest! That’s a good rule! And no hitting! Unless…maybe some light spanking, if the moment feels right?—
…thoughts?” WWX attempts to steer the conversation back on track and away from potential homicide.

LWJ is suitably distracted when one of WWX’s hands travels down to LWJ’s butt and gives it a pat.
“Light spanking is good, if it feels right in the moment," LWJ agrees but he hesitates on how to continue.

"I don’t … if you try to… for /punishing/ reasons when I’m in heat I might actually cry. So perhaps that’s best for another time…”
“No, no, no, no,” WWX agrees readily. “No punishing my Bunny when he’s in heat. He’s a very good boy.”

LWJ’s eyes go abruptly glassy at that. He hums as heat washes over him. A soft haze. His senses sharpen and focus on the smell and feel of WWX underneath him, holding him.
Every cell in his body is sharply attuned to everywhere their bodies touch. Heat floods between his legs and LWJ lets out a loud, sorrowful whimper at the feeling.

He’s so ...empty.

“Wei /Ying/,” he whines.
“Oh baby, it’s happening?”

LWJ just whines again in response, not knowing what is going on just that he needs WWX to make it better. To fill him up.

“I’ve got you,” WWX whispers, putting LWJ on his back. "I've got you..."
🛑 pause for the night ~ sorry to leave us there but things are about the get wild lol.

i will be back this weekend for the next update and it'll be a long one ! i'm already embarrassed in advanced for my naughtiest kinks being exposed 😳 baby making is messy business
Link to the top of the thread ~ 👶🏻🏡🌱
👶🏻🏡🌱

y'all ready? it's heat time...

CW: abo, omegaverse, heat sex, intersex anatomy, breeding kink, light spanking, excess of growling, brief Bratji, knotting...
“I’ve got you.”

WWX is tugging down his sweatpants.

When the dark length of his cock is unleashed, LWJ lets out a keen so loud it is almost a yell.
LWJ spreads his legs wide, his knees coming up to bracket either side of the nest.

“Fuck oh my god, Lan Zhan,” WWX mutters as he crawls onto LWJ, cradled between his thighs.
LWJ can feel the heat of him rubbing against his folds and he bucks down chasing the friction.

“Oh, fuck, Lan Zhan,” WWX groans as he ruts between his legs, not penetrating just stimulating. LWJ is torn between arousal and impatience.

He wants it /inside/.
At LWJ’s frustrated growl, WWX just laughs softly, his hand coming down to reach between them and stoke himself with the slick LWJ had been steadily oozing against his length.

LWJ is transfixed at the sight.
“Hey,” WWX whispers, his other hand coming to cup LWJ’s face.

“Hey, look at me,” he leans close, kissing LWJ deeply as he positions himself. “Green?”

LWJs legs curl up around WWX’s waist and WWX strokes down the side of his body to pull them even closer.
“Green,” LWJ chokes back at him.

He clutches WWX’s back, urging, for more, for closeness, for this moment to never end.

They are so close, pressed together in the heat of their nest. WWX’s face is flushed red and his hair is already starting to stick to the sides of his face.
LWJ watches as WWX bites his bottom lip and then— he’s pressing forward. There is a momentary pressure before WWX slips inside him in one fluid motion.

LWJ cries out, his eyes rolling back at the feeling.
The hard, hot feeling of WWX /inside/ him is more overwhelming than he could have imagined.

WWX gasps against LWJ’s skin, his lips forming the shape of LWJ’s name.
WWX moves slowly, it feels as if the moment extends forever until finally the jut of his hips settles between the cradle of LWJ’s thighs.

He’s all the way in.

LWJ can feel him so deep, he has the urge to press against his stomach to see if he can feel him.
But LWJ can’t let go of WWX. He can’t or he’ll disintegrate. He’ll fly apart. He’ll wake up from this very vivid dream

So LWJ just tightens his arms around him with a whimper.

“O-okay?” WWX stutters against LWJ’s skin.
The smell and feel and pressure of WWX surrounding him, pressing him down makes LWJ float. Distantly, LWJ can feel WWX shaking.

He croons in response, stroking down WWX’s back, letting his scent wash over them. Soothing him.
He feels so full, it doesn’t hurt, he’s too wet for that, but the pressure feels both too much and not enough at the same time.

WWX just groans shakily before gripping LWJ’s thigh and grinding down.
He starts slow, just pressing inside until his hips jerk, pulling himself out a little before thrusting back in. He builds up to slow, deep thrusts.

The squelch of slick between them soaks their thighs.
LWJ gasps and whimpers at each movement. They are so close, locked together. Their foreheads press and their noses graze.

They both gasp, huffing out breaths into each other’s mouths as WWX fills him, the feeling unlike any other LWJ has experienced in a heat or otherwise.
Toys cannot compare, not to the heat and scent of WWX here with him, real and piercing inside of him.

As LWJ grips WWX’s shoulder blades, learning the shape of them in his hands. He thinks that if WWX wasn’t huffing out breaths onto him, he might not remember to breathe.
His body feels so tightly wound, a coil of sensation. Everywhere they touch seems on fire.

“Lan Zhan, you feel so good,” WWX chokes out. “So good, so perfect. Just like I knew you would be.”
LWJ feels himself go limp at that, his body awash at the praise and at the searing sensation of WWX’s moving inside him.

For a while, LWJ loses himself to feeling. He’s so wound up, having WWX here with him at long-last, inside LWJ, where WWX should always be.
“Wei Ying,” he hears himself cry out, as if from a distance.

His thighs struggle to latch on to WWX as his pace picks up, sweat and slick making everything slippery between them.
Then, WWX seems to press all of himself down, pinning LWJ to the bed as he thrusts, grinding hard inside LWJ in one movement.

LWJ tenses, surprised as he comes, slick squirting out between them as come shoots all over his chest.
He whimpers, it’s the release he’s been craving but it’s not enough.

He needs--

“Oh baby, that’s good,” WWX pants.
“That’s so good, come all over me, yeah. So good for me. We need to get you ready, huh? You want my knot?”

LWJ spasms below him, a sharp agonized wanting courses through him.

He needs it. He /needs/ it.
“Wei Ying!” He bucks his hips, he’s barely come down from his orgasm but his instincts demand more.

WWX just hums but there is a growl that curls around the edge of the noise. His eyes look black.
“Lan Zhan, you need to get it ready for it. You’ll be a good boy and get us ready for a knot, huh?”

LWJ pants up at WWX, desperate, as WWX just sucks at his neck. Still hot inside him and /not moving/.
He is about to let out a long whine in complaint until he finds his world shifted and suddenly he’s on top of WWX.

WWX smiles up at him, predatory. “Be a good boy and get me ready to knot, huh?"
"Take what you need. I want to see you--” WWX pants, guiding LWJ’s shaking legs to settle tightly around his hips.

LWJ makes a desperate noise.
A part of him wants to protest—wanting more of WWX pressing him down into the nest and taking him. Another part of him growls, puffing up at the challenge.

And that’s always been them hasn’t it? Challenging each other to their greatest heights.
LWJ leans forward, letting his hands stabilize against WWX’s chest before he rocks forward.

He just rocks at first, testing the feeling, gripping around WWX’s hot length and making himself gasp.

He milks him, urging him to knot.
WWX groans underneath him, bending his knees behind LWJ and pressing his feet to the bed. He thrusts up once, sharply, stealing the breath out of LWJ as he cries out at the feeling.

“Come on, Bunny, take what you need,” WWX licks his lips. “Let me see you, I want to see you.”
LWJ is helpless to do anything but obey, so he lifts himself and rocks down /hard/.

He yells, the feeling is so good, the angle just right, hitting at that place inside that makes his toes curl.
He growls, rocking down eagerly now, taking his pleasure. He loses all sense, riding WWX hard, chasing the need that consumes him.

WWX grips his hips, grinding up to meet LWJ’s frenzied movements.
“God, you’re perfect. Fuck. That’s it, take what you need, baby.”

LWJ bends forward further to increase the pressure of the angle. When his cock grazes WWX’s stomach, he comes abruptly all over WWX’s chest.
LWJ pants, whining a little as WWX remains hard and unknotted inside him. He clenches in complaint, biting WWX’s shoulder in frustration. He feels ready to weep.

There is a sharp smack to his ass that startles him back into focus.
He blinks the fog out of his eyes as he stares down at WWX’s reddened face. “Good? Green?”

“Mn, green,” LWJ nods, his eyes wandering down to wear WWX’s scent gland is swollen and red. His teeth prickle.
A distant part of his brain recognizes that they did not discuss mating bites. But he longs for it anyway.

He wants WWX in every way he can have him.
So he huffs now, and buckles down, riding WWX even harder this time, there is so much slick between them that LWJ barely has to move before they slide together again.

He /will/ get WWX to knot him.
WWX moans underneath him. LWJ can feel how his body is starting to tense so he clenches hard around his length in response, his scent calling out to WWX to mate.

“Fuck you want it? You want me to knot you— fill you up?”
LWJ whimpers and slams down hard, milking WWX as much as he can while he moves.

“You want me to come inside you? Knot you up? Fill you so deep you have no choice but to get pregnant?” WWX growls, his teeth bared.

“Fuck— I’m going to fill you up so good.”
He slaps down on LWJ’s ass once more, not hard but urging, and LWJ hisses out, “Need it, Wei Ying,” as he scrambles to keep his hold on WWX’s chest and ride him even harder.

“Yeah, show me what you need baby,” WWX grunts.
LWJ is so hyperfocused on where the base of WWX’s cock is starting to swell against his rim, that the feeling of WWX pulling out of him completely makes him cry out in agony at the loss.

“Shh,” WWX croons as flips them over once again, LWJ landing on his hands and knees.
“Shh, baby, I can’t knot you like that, not the first time. Show me what you want. Please, I’m so close, I want to see it. Need to—” WWX chokes out as he positions himself behind LWJ, waiting, his whole body shaking with effort.
LWJ doesn’t hesitate. He bends down, resting on his elbows, his ass and hips in the air.

/Presenting/.
If he wasn’t in heat, he’d feel self-conscious of having himself so on display. Of the shamelessess of it all, of the view WWX has of his most intimate parts, of the gush of slick that dribbles out of him...

But instead he just pleads, “Wei Ying… /knot/.”
WWX growls, all but slamming back inside him and LWJ groans in pleasure. WWX hard thrusts start staggering and then LWJ can feel it—the swell.

“Oh, /fuck/, Lan Zhan,” WWX cries out, his voice cracking as he throbs inside LWJ.
LWJ keens as the knot inflates, and he can feel himself clench and milk around it. It’s so big it almost hurts.

LWJ feels delirious as he comes, his slick leaking out around where he’s sealed and knotted up.
WWX cannot pull out anymore, they are too locked together. Instead he presses close and grinds.

LWJ can feel himself wanting to float away, to be caught in a daze but he holds out a little longer. He can feel how WWX shakes above him, quiet whines in his breath as he grinds.
“Oh fuck. Fuck, Lan Zhan, I can’t, I—” he cries out, his voice straining higher as his release is prolonged.

LWJ knows, from his own research, that a mating knot can be overwhelming for an alpha. The feeling of release is so strong it can make it difficult that first time.
So LWJ just bows his back further and purrs.

“Wei Ying, you can,” he urges, gentle, as he strokes a thumb over WWX’s hand , who responds by locking their hands together in a tight grip.

“Want you to fill me up.”
The growl WWX makes does not sound human. LWJ tries to milk around the knot in encouragement but he’s stretched so much it just makes him spasm again.

It’s enough.
WWX shakes above him as he releases, hot come flooding deep inside LWJ.

LWJ rubs his face into their nest in pleasure as more and more fills him up.

It lasts a long time, he can feel his stomach swell against WWX’s come. He moans, delighted in the feeling of being so full.
“Lan Zhan…” WWX eventually calls out as the flow dies down, panting and straining. There is a slight question to his voice.

“Mmm, Wei Ying feels good,” LWJ hums. His hand not locked with WWX’s, moves to cup around his bloated belly.

“So full.”
“Fuck,” WWX mutters against where he’s collapsed against LWJ’s back. He’s still twitching, releasing small spurts of come inside LWJ with each movement.

“Fuck, come here,” WWX urges, carefully maneuvering them unto their sides once he finally stops coming.
LWJ cries out quietly as the knot is jostled slightly inside him but he collapses gratefully against their nest as WWX curls himself tightly around his back.

Their hands move to lock together once more.
WWX nuzzles close, pressing his face into LWJ’s neck.

Finally, as WWX’s content scent washes over him, LWJ lets himself let go, allowing his mind to float away.
🛑 for now— be back tomorrow w more 💦💦💦 in heat part 2 aka an exposure of my dirtier kinks 😅
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Ya'll ready for this?
*jock jams starts playing*

Heat Sex Part 2: The Baby Making Saga continues~

CW: abo / omegaverse, breeding kink, lactation kink, knotting, a LOT of fluids happening here, Bratji returns, barely there somnophilia, intersex anatomy, vaginal sex, anal play, and double penetration ... ✌🏼
When LWJ comes back himself, it’s to WWX’s croons.

The hand that isn’t holding LWJ’s is curled around the small swell where LWJ’s abdomen is full.

He’s pressing sweet kisses against LWJ’s shoulder and neck.
LWJ stirs, turning his head to nuzzle into the kisses.

“Oh hello Bunny, you’re back,” WWX whispers against his skin. “You feel good?”

“Mn,” LWJ purrs out, gently gripping WWX’s knot inside him. WWX makes a groaning noise.
“So full baby, look, it looks like you already have a baby in there,” WWX mutters, rubbing repetitively against LWJ’s skin.

LWJ squirms, looking down at himself. His normally flat stomach has the slightest curve.
He groans, his free hand coming to rest over WWX’s stroking one.

“You’d look so good—you always look good—but you’d look perfect with my baby inside you,” WWX says reverently.
LWJ whimpers, turning his face into the nest to hide from how overwhelmed the thought makes him feel.

“Hm, green, baby?”

“Green,” LWJ breathes into the soft fabric of WWX’s sweatshirt he placed at the top of their nest.
There is a damp spot under his cheek where he must have drooled on it.

“Want it, Wei Ying.”

“You want to have my baby?” WWX urges.

“Mn, yes,” LWJ groans.
“I want lots of kids with you. We can raise them here and travel the world with them too.”

It’s an effort to get that sentence out. Heat makes it difficult for omegas to speak, as they tend to be in sensory overload.
But it’s important that WWX know this. LWJ has dreamed about a future together with him for so long. And in these past few months it seemed like it might actually be possible.

And now, with WWX’s knot inside him, his womb flooded with WWX’s seed, LWJ needs him to know…
He feels more than hears WWX sharp intake of breath. Then WWX is smiling wide against his shoulder and he frees one hand to gently tilt LWJ’s head back toward him.

“That sounds perfect,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to LWJ’s lips.
“Mm, Lan Zhan you will be such a good dad. You’ll take care of our babies so well, just like you take care of the bunnies. And just like you take care of me.”

LWJ’s body sings with the praise.
cw / omega-based sexism

He knows he’s never acted like a traditional omega. Too stubborn and aloof, or “cold” as people say. While he’s often been praised for his looks, academic skills, and politeness, he’s endured many backhanded comments over the years for these qualities.
(forgot to add that CW to the top, sorry)
He knows that his worth as a person or as a parent should not and /is not/ tied to this, yet it still stings.

He can remember the look of disdain on Su She’s face as he told LWJ what he thought of him, after he snapped at LWJ’s rejection of his unwanted, repeated advances.
It had been in a law school seminar class that his brother, of all people, was TA-ing.

LWJ does not think he’s /ever/ seen his brother so angry. He looked ready to punch Su She in the face himself and he probably would have— had MianMian not beat him to it.
Shufu, who was on the school board of their University, had seen to it that the young man had been expelled for harassment and that MianMian was not penalized too harshly.

LWJ has always tried to rise above these insults.
The implication that his worth as a person and as an omega is tied to his ability to have a child is abhorrent and he knows it.

It is an omegas right to choose to be a parent at all.

Nie Huaisang has often stated he will never have kids.
Yet, LWJ always /has/ wanted a family himself. And he wants it with WWX.

To raise children here with him in the house his mother raised him. To watch him take their children by hand through his mother’s gardens and teach them about the way things grow.
So to hear these words come from WWX’s lips makes his heart sing with joy. His blood pounds in his ears and he’s overcome with how emotional it makes him feel.

“Wei Ying,” LWJ gasps, his eyes stinging. He’s reached his limit on articulation, it would seem, as his mind clouds.
/I want that with you. Please, give me that. I want everything with you/ is stuck in his throat, he can’t seem to get the words out.

Instead his body responds for him. He keens as slick floods between them once again and his cock stirs weakly where it lies soft by his hip.
“Mm, would you like that, baby? Having my babies? You’d be so beautiful, all round here,” WWX murmurs as he strokes LWJ’s stomach.

“I think about it more than I should. Having babies with you…”

LWJ just whimpers, his tongue stuck, unable to echo the sentiment—
so instead he just releases his pleased scent. The smell of content omega suffuses their nest.

“You’d be so beautiful… /are/ beautiful,” WWX nuzzles LWJ’s neck, who purrs into the feeling.
All the warning LWJ gets is the sharp spike in WWX’s scent before WWX pulls his hands up to sharply pinch LWJ’s nipples.

“You’d feed them to well baby, too… Can’t wait to see it. You’ll make the most delicious milk…”
LWJ shrieks, arching under WWX’s grip. His slick is spurting audibly around WWX’s knot in a way that makes LWJ’s ears burn.

WWX’s knot has shrunk enough for him to start comfortably gyrating his hips.
After a minute of this, of WWX massaging his nipples and grinding deep against that spot inside of him, LWJ comes again, his cock twitching weakly under the onslaught.

WWX gives one last pinch before running a soothing hand down LWJ’s.
“Aiyoo, we’re such a mess Bunny, we should clean up while you’re between rounds. You won’t like feeling so sticky later.”

LWJ hums tiredly in agreement, he’s already not enjoying the sticky sensation but having WWX has taken priority.
He makes a desolate noise of protest however, when WWX starts pulling out. A gush of fluids escapes him and he clenches his muscles to try and stop it. It feels /wrong/.

“Sh, baby, we came prepared, remember?” WWX reaches over the nest to fumble with the little storage unit—
and before LWJ can consciously realize what he’s doing, he’s filled once again with one of his plugs, the one with the small dildo.

LWJ blinks down at it.

He’s happier than the alternative of being empty but the plugs feels too small. It doesn’t fill him up the way WWX did.
He scowls, making his discontent known.

WWX just laughs and kisses his cheek. “So cute when you pout like that, Lan Zhan. Now do you want a real bath and I can change the towels and padding on the nest or do you want to just use wet wipes and I can lay down some more towels?"
LWJ closes his eyes, not interested in responding to this line of inquiry. Either way he’d have to move and that’s unacceptable to LWJ.

“Lan Zhan!” WWX laughs, tickling LWJ’s side.
With great reluctance, LWJ moves with shaking legs to crawl out of the nest. It feels /wrong/ and /bad/ to be out of the nest and he whimpers loudly in complaint.

WWX is immediately clamoring out to get to his side.
And— in a move he would likely struggle to achieve if he wasn’t in a rut— he sweeps LWJ up bridal style to carry him into the bathroom.

It's a short walk and WWX is definitely wobbling a little but LWJ purrs loudly at the display all the same.
WWX lowers LWJ into the bathtub and immediately starts testing the water temperature for him.

When he gets it to a temperature LWJ likes, he takes a washcloth to wipe down LWJ’s front and between his legs while the water fills the tub.
“Do you want bubble bath? Bath salts?” WWX asks as he wipes the washcloth over himself too.

LWJ turns his face away in refusal at that. He doesn’t want any scents mixing with their own at this moment.

“Hm, no? Okay, I’m going to change the padding in the nest, I’ll be back.”
LWJ whines loudly at that, reaching out to grip WWX’s wrist and prevent him from leaving.

“Oh no, baby, I promise I won’t be gone long, okay? You can watch me from here. I’ll be right back, yeah?” WWX promises as he tries to pry LWJ’s fingers away.
LWJ pouts when WWX frees himself and sinks low in the bath to submerge himself in the water up to his nose.

He watches with hawk-like eyes as WWX’s naked form quickly yanks the ruined mattress padding off and then tidies up the corners of the nest.
WWX had been resourceful that afternoon and had layered the pads on top of the mattress, so they could just peel them off after each round.

WWX hurries back with one of LWJ’s favorite soft towels in hand and lowers himself to sit on the bathroom rug next to the tub.
“Hi,” WWX whispers, laying his head against the side of the tub and reaching a hand out to cup LWJ’s cheek.

He strokes his thumb affectionately over the skin, content to just watch LWJ with adoring eyes.

LWJ nuzzles into his hand.
He rethinks his stance on judging people who make their nests in the bathroom, it’s quite efficient actually. Though the threat of getting everything wet is still too high for LWJ.

After a moment of calm, he’s suddenly struck with the urge to have WWX in the tub with him.
The fact he’s sitting outside of the tub, likely cold, is abruptly unbearable.

He tugs at WWX arm with a whine, trying to encourage him to come in with him.

WWX just makes a questioning squawk as LWJ nearly pulls him in headfirst.
“Lan Zhan! You want me to come in? The bath is too small for both of us!”

This is unfortunately true.

LWJ is sitting with his knees bent in order to fit inside.
It’s one of those all in one shower/bathtubs that his mother had installed in the 90s, so it’s not very spacious. Just enough for one person.

They are both quite tall so there is no reasonable way they both could fit, even if WWX spooned behind LWJ.
He is furious about this suddenly and splashes the water in protest.

“New tub!” He demands.

LWJ has been wanting to renovate the bathrooms in the house but his filming studio took priority. He will makes sure they order a new tub and shower as soon as he finishes this heat.
“Oof, aiya, Lan Zhan, lets come out now then and go back to the nest?” WWX says, as he wipes his face clean of where he got splashed.

WWX hauls under his armpits out of the tub and LWJ squirms in protest of the pressure there and the cold sensation of being moved from the tub.
WWX just makes a crooning noise as he wraps both of them in the thick towel he brought with him.

LWJ grumpily lays his face in WWX’s neck and lets his hands wander over WWX’s naked body.

His senses sharply come into focus however as his hands graze WWX’s hardening cock.
“Fuck, Lan Zhan, back to the nest,” WWX grunts as LWJ curiously fondles his enlarged testicles.

With that, WWX bends down to fireman lift LWJ over his shoulder. He all but tosses LWJ back into the nest, who writhes with arousal as heat daze takes over him once more.
Sometime later, LWJ comes to sprawled on his stomach, taking WWX’s knot. He’s drooling a little on the pillow beneath him with his legs and knees spread wide underneath him.

He’s lost count of how many knots he’s taken.
The sun has long since risen in the sky, shining brightly into the little world they’ve created in the bounds of the nest. LWJ thinks it might be some time after noon now.

They’ve been at it all night, sleeping for a brief chunk around dawn—
until LWJ was flipped over on his side, leg in the air, and impaled on WWX’s cock before he’d fully woken.

They’d stopped a few times, to wash up again and to rehydrate. WWX had guzzled his carb and protein packets within mere seconds each time.
They’ve reached the point where the tide has turned—LWJ is now the more conscious one of the two. WWX struggles to speak as he reaches the end and the peak of his rut.

LWJ just purrs encouragingly, lazily tilting his hips back—
unable to contribute much more than that as WWX rocks his knot desperately inside him and comes.

They are both drenched in slick.

WWX’s hands are slippery where he grips LWJ’s asscheeks, which he used as leverage for grinding LWJ back down on his cock.
Eventually, after he’s come down from his orgasm, WWX’s makes a curious noise as his thumbs press down, parting LWJ’s cheeks to reveal his hole.

“Mm, cute,” WWX mumbles, sounding entranced as he starts rubbing slick over LWJ’s asshole.
LWJ is suddenly very much energized at the sensation, his body waking up at the feeling.

There is so much slick that WWX’s index finger slips in just a little without meaning to. WWX pulls it out immediately and makes a questioning noise.

LWJ bites his lip before... “Green.”
WWX makes a wild growl, leaning back against the back of the nest and tugging LWJ up so he’s astride WWX’s kneeling lap—his ass presented for WWX’s viewing pleasure as he still remains skewered on WWX’s knot.
WWX makes a desperate effort to tug at the pillows around their nest and push them under LWJ’s chest to make sure he is comfortable.

LWJ appreciates the gesture and tucks his arms and face in. Happy to hide in them for what is coming next.
WWX rubs more slick over LWJ’s hole before gently sliding a finger inside. It goes in easily with the sheer amount of slick and LWJ’s relaxed and aroused state.

WWX explores, curling his finger slightly where LWJ’s walls are stretched accommodating WWX’s knot at the other end.
LWJ jumps as prostate is grazed. His slick oozes out onto WWX’s hand, who eagerly adds a second finger.

Overwhelmed by the strength of his arousal, LWJ’s cock, which has long since passed the point of being able to come, twitches.
He never thought he’d be interested in anal sex. He knows this is how alpha and beta men/amab folks have sex sometime.

He enjoys watching it in a porn capacity. But since he’s got a perfectly good, self lubricating vagina available, he’s never given it much thought for himself.
His mind is quickly being changed however as WWX massages his prostate, which /must/ be rubbing over where his slick glands are located.

The two of them are getting absolutely drenched as LWJ whimpers, tilting his hips back to encourage WWX. He can’t move much more than that.
WWX just growls, using his free hand to keep LWJ’s cheeks pried open while he slips a third finger in.

LWJ howls at the feeling, rocking his hips as much as he can move them. He’s being stretched so much, his instincts are going absolutely wild with desire.
He thinks he might white-out, this is the most aroused he’s ever been in his life.

WWX just pants heavily over him, determinedly working his fingers inside, scissoring and rubbing against where LWJ is already taking the knot.
LWJ is making little cries at every thrust, he feels feral— ready to tear apart the pillow underneath him with his teeth.

It’s so /much/.
“Alpha!” he shouts to WWX against the pillow as he screams with each thrust, encouraging him to keep going. To never stop. He never wants this feeling, this fullness, this completeness, to end.

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan can I--?”
LWJ turns his head just enough to see what WWX is doing.

He’s holding one of LWJ’s knotting dildos in his free hand.

LWJ keens, feeling his sanity leave him as mutters “green, green, green,” into his pillow.
He’ll die, he thinks. But it’ll be worth it.
LWJ shouts as WWX slowly pulls out his fingers and slips the dildo in without much struggle.

It’s a modest size, he’s never felt inclined to get any of the frankly absurdly sized toys that he’s seen other omega’s have.
NHS had drunkenly tried to show LWJ his collection once, when their brothers tried to force them to bond. The size of some of those toys bordered on an actual physical impossibility.

Now, though, LWJ is grateful for his restraint—
as, if the toy was any bigger, he thinks he might be rearranging his organs.

Instead he moans loudly, rocking back onto the toy as WWX positions it to milk his prostate at every move.

Then he starts inflating the knot...
LWJ tenses, his body like live wire, as he comes, possibly harder than he’s ever come in his life. His consciousness leaves him as his cock shoots a mess all over the pillows of their nest.

When he comes to, he’s pulled to be sitting up, sat on WWX’s lap, back to front.
He still has the dildo and WWX’s knot inside him and he whimpers.

WWX has been sucking LWJ’s scent gland, rubbing his hands up and down LWJ’s chest and stomach in soothing motions.
“Mm,” LWJ moans, his chest aches. It takes him a while to understand why until he summons the will to look down.

“Wei Ying,” he mumbles, reaching for WWX’s wandering hands.

“Wei Ying,” he repeats, placing his hands over where LWJ is leaking milk.
WWX groans, immediately moving to pinch them, which makes the milk squirt just slightly. There isn’t much, not a real flow, like if he’d had a child. But it’s enough…

WWX whimpers in complaint, “Lan Zhan, I can’t taste from here—!”
LWJ just rolls his head back on WWX’s shoulder, gasping at how each pinch makes him clench around the knots inside him.

“‘S okay, will last a little longer,” LWJ sighs.

WWX just makes a desperate noise.
Finally, when WWX’s knot has shrunk enough for them to shift comfortably, WWX grabs under LWJ’s knees and all but corkscrews him around on his lap, turning him to face him.

LWJ shouts, his cock squirting a little at the overwhelmingness of that feeling.
WWX looks unhinged.

His eyes are black. His lips are red, swollen and look like they’ve been bitten raw. His face is damp with sweat and the hairs that escape his braid stick haphazardly to his skin.

LWJ collapses backward as WWX lowers him to lay against the pillows.
WWX just groans once more, before hunching over to suckle at LWJ’s chest.

LWJ gasps as the milk pumps through him and into WWX’s eager mouth.

“Mmm, so good. Knew it,” WWX mumbles around his nipple.
LWJ’s mind floats a little at the sensation. He feels stimulated everywhere.

Then, when the flow seems to peter out, WWX releases him to lick at his chest instead.

At this point, LWJ can feel his heat starting to fade. The dazed film over his eyes starting to become clearer.
There is only one more thing to do.

He tilts his neck.

“Wei Ying… bite.”
WWX pulls himself away from his chest, licking the milk that has spilled from his lips. He blinks down at LWJ, panting harshly.

“Lan Zhan—?” He questions, as his eyes hungrily rove over the bared neck.

“Mm, bite,” LWJ urges.
His senses are coming back to him again, the consuming arousal fading. Now he just needs this. His mouth opens to plead before he can give it a second thought.

“Green, green, green. Please— I want you to. I—I—I love you, Wei Ying, please bond with me I—”
WWX gasps, his eyes widening.

And then he’s growling— biting down hard on LWJ’s neck.

LWJ cries, in happiness, in pain, in the feeling of their scents mingling together through the bond.
It’s too much, he can’t—he’s going to—

The last thing he comprehends is WWX tearing away, his mouth bloody, “Lan Zhan, I love you too,” before his consciousness fades once more.
🛑 for now, we've finished part 1 of this thread and will next being moving into part 2 aka pregji~

i have a busy week ahead of me, so likely won't be able to update until next week. for now, enjoy my unhinged heat smut

*moonwalks away*
👶🏻🏡🌱
/May 2019, One Year Previously/

LWJ resists the urge to fidget as he makes his way through Jiang Yanli and her husband’s palatial mansion in Silicon Valley. He hates Silicon Valley. And he hates going to events like this.
If it wasn’t Jiang Yanli’s birthday, he would have skipped it without question.

MianMian had dragged him along, though, luring him in at the promise of seeing WWX.

WWX was in town for the weekend, having just returned from a snowboarding trip in Utah.
WWX had texted him earlier that day to confirm, “LAN ZHAN!!!! I’m in town this weekend! 🥳💕 Let’s hang out?? I am going to Yanli-jie’s bday party? Pls say you’re coming, I know she invited you! Don’t leave me alone with all those rich ppl 🙏🏼😭”
So here he is, trying to blend in with the crowd as MianMian leads them through the party.

They get waylaid when MianMian is stopped by Qin Su and her whole entourage of friends. LWJ eyes his escape, torn between venturing out to find WWX on his own or remaining with MianMian—
—so she make act as his human shield.

He pulls out his phone, texting WWX, “MianMian and I are here. Trapped talking to Qin Su by the piano room. Where are you?”

WWX responds immediately, much to LWJ’s relief, “ YAYYYY!!!!—
And thank GOD ur here. I’m outside with Jie and JC by the pool!!!! Peacock hired some circe de soliel ppl or something and we are TRAPPED until they finish lol. Lan Zhan, come rescue me 🥺🥺 JC and NHS keep bullying me into taking shots 😩”
LWJ looks at MianMian who is now in an animated conversation with Qin Su on some TV show and sighs.

With a muttered, “I’m going to head outside,” to the group he ventures out alone in search of WWX.
Once he makes it to the back patio, it’s not hard to find WWX holed up in the gazebo across the yard as dancers circle around their group.

LWJ sets his gift down with the others and ponders how best to cross the yard and avoid the performance.
“Who is that alpha with Jiang Yanli and her brother?” LWJ overhears someone ask, making him freeze in his tracks.

“Ah, that’s Wei Wuxian, remember? Parents are old friends of Jiang Fengmian.”
“Oh, right, right. Well Jin Zixuan should watch his back if his wife spends so much time with an unbonded alpha.”

LWJ stiffens in offense at the implication.
“Well, he might be an alpha but A-Xuan’s got the money. The Wei’s are dirt poor, everyone knows. They spend all their money on their charity. A noble effort, surely, but doesn’t have the best prospects for their son’s future marriage.”
“I don’t know, I hear he’s also been known to hang around single omegas. The Lan boy and Nie boy especially, and, what’s-her-face the Luo’s youngest?”

“Oh, Luo Qingyang. I wonder what Lan Qiren thinks of that. The Lan boy is well sought after—
it wouldn’t due for him to hang around that boy so much. I mean, he’s certainly handsome, but sadly he seems to take after his parents for the lack of ambition. Didn’t you hear he dropped out of Berkeley? He had a full scholarship and everything...”
LWJ grits his teeth, unable to listen to this ignorant nonsense any longer. He slams his sparkling water down on the closest patio table, glaring as the group of gossipers jump and stare guiltily at him.

He turns away then, not wanting to engage with these people any further.
He’s making his way over on the edges of the yard, avoiding the performance when a hand grabs his shoulder.

LWJ immediately internally groans when he sees Jin Zixun’s smirking face. He’s only been at this party for 15 minutes and already he’s accosted by idiocy twice in a row.
“Well, well, well, look who decided to grace us with their presence. Lan Wangji, let me get you a drink.”

“No thank you,” LWJ replies curtly, heading toward WWX with more determination.
LWJ can hear some loud cheering, it looks like the performance is ending— JZ grabs hold of his wrist tightly.

“Now, now don’t be like that! You know, people say you can be awfully cold for an omega…"
"Maybe for losers like Su She," the man drones on, "but you and I both know you just have higher standards.”

JZ holds out a shot of something clear. LWJ glares at him, annoyed that this man is embarrassing himself like this. He must be drunk. LWJ notes his flushed face.
“I /said/ no thank you. And I don’t drink,” LWJ yanks his wrist free easily, turning to head toward the gazebo without engaging with this fool further.

“Hey! C’mon! Fine, fine, I’ll get you something /virginal/ then!” JZ winks lewdly.
But before LWJ can send him to an early grave by the strength of his glare, someone is snatching the shot from JZ’s hand.

“Haven’t you heard it’s in poor taste to pressure a person after they clearly say no,” WWX glares at JZ as he takes the shot for himself.
LWJ blinks in awed surprise as the wave of angry alpha pheromones coming off WWX nearly bowls him over. He feels a little weak at the knees.

JZ immediately cowers, shrugging off with a nervous laugh and muttering under his breath as he hurries away.
WWX glares at his retreating form for a long moment before turning back to LWJ.

His glare melts off his face into something more sheepish. “Sorry, Lan Zhan, I know you don’t need me to defend you but that guy is such a prick—”
“I don’t mind your help,” LWJ responds automatically, he’s still feeling light headed from WWX’s push*.

WWX rarely ever exerts his alpha scent so LWJ is always taken aback by the strength in it when he does.

If they weren’t in public, LWJ might be at risk of baring his neck.
*FYI:
push = alpha exerting their scent / vibes
pull = omegas exerting their scent / vibes
“Well, then, anyway, it’s so good to see you!” WWX envelopes LWJ in a brief but warm hug. LWJ is truly in danger of swooning now.

He is snapped out of it by the arrival of JC and NHS appearing behind them.
cw drug imp /

“Ugh, I hate that guy,” NHS shakes his head in JZ’s direction. “You shouldn’t have taken that shot, though, who knows what was in it.”

"If there /is/ anything in this drink, me being drugged will be the least of his concerns once I sober up,” WWX growls—
He's pushing his scent again in furious outrage at the thought.

The small, manicured hand of JYL coming to grip LWJ’s arm is all that stops him from tipping over at the strength of WWX’s push.
“Aiyo, there are innocent omegas here minding our business. Watch the pushing or you’re going to have a bunch of us baring our necks,” NHS mutters from behind one of the fans that was included as a party favor.
JC glares at that, punching WWX in the arm. “Knock it off!”

WWX looks embarrassed, “Ah! Sorry!” He glances nervously at LWJ, just missing the fact that mere moments before JYL was gently pushing him upright.
After that, WWX is in a mood for the rest of the evening though he tries his best to cover it up for JYL’s sake.

LWJ can tell though. His smiles don’t reach his eyes and when the attention is turned away from him, he just silently sulks beside LWJ.
“Can I crash at you and MianMian’s tonight? JC wanted me to stay at his place but I’m not in the mood to deal with whatever that is,” WWX grimaces, motioning at where NHS is smoothing JC’s tie for him.

LWJ internally grimaces as well. What a terrifying prospective couple.
“Of course,” LWJ agrees easily, secretly thrilled at the thought.

It’s been years since WWX spent the night, not since WWX used to crash in LWJ and MianMian’s dorm when they’d stay up studying for finals together.
Later, WWX giggles from the passenger seat as LWJ drives them back to the small on campus apartment he shares with MianMian, the only Non-Wei Ying person outside of his immediate family he can ever stand to live with.

“You look so cute in your glasses, Lan Zhan.”
WWX fingers appear in his peripheral vision, ready to poke at his face.

LWJ bats his hand away. “Stop that, I need them to see while I drive.”

WWX pouts a little, swaying back to lean against the window, staring at LWJ with a penetrating expression.
It makes LWJ’s ears flush. He is thankful for the cover of night.

“Lan Zhan, you’ve been living with MianMian for years now. Is she your best friend now? Do you like her more than me?”
LWJ frowns, “Wei Ying, you aren’t really drugged are you?” There is something in the way he’s looking at LWJ that makes him feel nervous, somehow.

“Nope, just regular drunk. That Jin asshole can live to see another day, I guess, whatever his name is…”
LWJ does know his name but has no interest in telling WWX.

“Lan Zhan, really though, is she your best friend now over me?” WWX throws a look back at where MianMian is snoring obliviously in the backseat.
LWJ grips the steering wheel tightly. “No, she is not my best friend /over/ you. You are both my best friends. Just like you have me and the Jiang siblings as yours.”

WWX grumbles, “That's not the same! The Jiangs and I grew up together!”
LWJ glances at WWX once they are stopped at a stoplight. He seems genuinely agitated by the idea of being replaced, it makes LWJ’s growing annoyance soften.

“MianMian is my best friend, we are both omegas. When Xichen moved out, my family didn't want me to live by myself—
And we knew we got along from living in the dorms so we’ve just stuck together. But it is different from you and me. Not comparable.”

WWX gaze softens a little at that.
“Plus I need /somewhere/ to live after all since Mother is saying she’s going to sell our childhood home,” LWJ interjects, still feeling a little testy on the subject.

“Oh? Oh right! She’s finally tying the knot with Wen Shushu!”
Later, after WWX is tucked in LWJ’s sofa under a blanket, he still seems a little… sad. LWJ finally works up the nerve to directly ask him what’s wrong.

“Ugh. It’s just—I miss my parents. Is that embarrassing? Am I a baby or what?” WWX mumbles into LWJ’s blanket.
“It’s not embarrassing,” LWJ says as he prepares tea for him. “I miss my mother when I don’t see her often. And I see her all the time in comparison to your situation.”

“Aiya, Lan Zhan, you are such a mama’s boy—it’s very sweet!” He hastens to add at LWJ’s souring expression.
“I probably am too really, no shame in that! It’s just, I feel bad, wishing things were different though. I love them and I respect what they do. I just sometimes wish…” WWX trails off.

“It’s just—I don’t know,” WWX continues hesitantly.
“I’ve never really had a /real/home before. I see you and the Jiangs getting settled in your lives and it makes me feel like… I don’t know. Like I have no where.”

“Wei Ying,” LWJ sets his tea down, moving to sit at the end of the couch by WWX's feet. “You are not /nowhere/.”
“I know, I know. I’ve made my own choices…I chose to drop out of school and travel in my van. I think I’m just feeling a little sick of living in the van, I guess. It’s silly,” WWX tries to deflect but it just makes LWJ frown.
“It is not silly at all,” he insists, but he is at a loss of how to continue. He considers the right words to reassure WWX in the way he needs.

“You don’t have to continue living in the van, Wei Ying, if you don't want to. You can settle down here, where your friends are.”
WWX sighs, “I know that. I just— the City is so expensive and I can’t really afford it. I have no interest in working some soul sucking job just to pay for some shitty studio. Plus, you know I complain now but nothing beats the freedom of living on your own schedule.”
WWX just shrugs, blowing on his tea before sipping it, looking contemplative.

“What makes you want to be a lawyer anyway, Lan Zhan? I see you are getting sponsorships for your channel now!” He nods to the branded tea set they are drinking from.
LWJ sighs. “I wasn’t sure how I felt, accepting sponsorships. But it helps pay for my equipment so I don’t have to run ads.”

“Oh god, nothings worse than getting an ad in the middle of an ASMR video. Not that I watch other channels but yours!”
LWJ shakes his head, charmed. “Of course you may watch other channels, I do.”

“No one compares to Lan Zhan!” WWX teases as he sets his cup down and settles back in under his blanket. “You’re close to a million subscribers now, what are you going to do to celebrate—?
“Nothing. Once I pass the bar, I probably will have to stop anyway. Shufu said it could be a liability.”

WWX makes a dismissive noise at that. “You don’t even show your face on screen and you barely talk! How can it be a liability? That’s ridiculous…” WWX grumbles.
LWJ just shrugs but later, as LWJ prepares to head to bed, he hesitates before he dims the lights. “...Because it was expected.”

“Hm?” WWX hums from his blanket cocoon.

“My family expected me to be a lawyer. Like my father and uncle. And now my brother.”
“Ah, well, Lan Zhan, you’ll make an incredible lawyer. Anyone would be lucky to have you. But only if you want it, yeah? You have a really beautiful thing with your channel. I can see how happy it’s made you. I’d hate for you to give it up, for something that’s not your dream.”
As LWJ lays in bed that night. He thinks about that, what his dream is.

What it is to have a home.

The following morning, he tells WWX how his mother’s fiance is looking for part-time work on his farm...
May 2020, Present Timeline:

When LWJ wakes up he feels the most relaxed he’s ever remembered feeling.

He can hear WWX breathing gently in his sleep behind him, his face tucked into LWJ’s neck.

His /neck/.
LWJ shifts, curling his hand up to caress his new bond mark. It throbs in a distant way. His whole body aches, really. But the pain is secondary to the strength of the newly formed bond.

LWJ has to hide his smile in the bedding, when he can /sense/ WWX through their bond.
He can sense just how happy and content WWX is in this moment.

He /loves/ him.

WWX loves LWJ. Just at LWJ loves him. He loves LWJ back.
After living so many years thinking WWX would never look at him as anything besides a trusted friend and person to tease, this seems like a dream.

A beautiful dream that he’s fantasized about in many iterations over the last 10 years.
Yet the throb in his neck is proof that it’s very real.

He purrs, beside himself and unable to stop the sound from escaping. He’s never been one to purr.

The sound and sensation stirs WWX, who croons automatically in response, tightening his arms around LWJ.
LWJ can feel the exact moment WWX wakes up, as his emotions flood in a wave of surprise, shock, and finally overwhelming joy. The strength of the feeling makes LWJ’s eyes prick with tears.

It feels like home.
🛑 for now. I didn't mean to take so much time on this flashback but it felt right. Helps you understand where they are today.

Next: newly bonded domestic fluff and lwj ponders the legitimacy of the old wives tale on how omegas never get pregnant after their 1st shared heat🤔
link to the top (since i forgot yet again)
👶🏻🏡🌱 cw abo / mpreg

Over the next month, things don’t change that much in the big scheme of things.

Their routines mostly stay the same. They were already spending almost all of their free time together anyway, but now that they have free reign to touch...
Now, that free time is spent naked or in various states of undress. Netflix and chill be damned. They barely even turn the TV on in the evenings before going at it.

The rabbits are not sure what to do with this new development.
They seem quite affronted that their evening play time with LWJ has been interrupted.

(LWJ spends extra time cuddling them while he edits his videos, in recompense.)
cw nsfw

One evening, while they were exploring the joys of doggie-style, WWX is taken over with a fit of laughter.

He happened to glance at the rabbit play pin midthrust and saw that Totoro had mounted Lil Apple.
“They are trying to imitate their fathers, Lan Zhan!”

LWJ is not amused.

The rabbits have of course all been spayed but he does not want to encourage this type of behavior.

He’s had to temporarily ban couch sex in the evenings, while in front of the rabbits, at least.
Otherwise, the other biggest change since their bond has been the increase in interior renovation projects.

LWJ is displeased to find that renovating a bathroom is not as straightforward as he’d hoped. He just wants a soaker tub large house both him and WWX!
WWX has taken great pleasure in teasing LWJ on his heat-dazed behavior—his little tantrum in the bathtub.

LWJ attempts to ignore WWX when he gets riled up on the subject. But cannot resist as WWX presses sweet kisses to his cheeks in penance.
Unfortunately, they were at the mercy of the delivery gods, as they had to wait for new parts to be shipped in the middle of a worldwide lockdown.

In the meantime, WWX is determined to build a nesting bed for the two of them by his own hand.
LWJ had never had a nesting bed before. When he moved back into the house, he had just brought the regular IKEA bed from his old apartment, to replace his mother’s nest.

Wood was in shortage so WWX made do with crafting the bed frame from the bamboo that LWJ’s mother grew.
WWX’d also procured some rattan reeds, left over from a previous carpentry commission.

LWJ spends his afternoons after he finishes editing watching from the sunroom with the rabbits as WWX cuts bamboo and weaves the rattan.
He sips lemonade observing as WWX gets sweatier and sweatier until he eventually forgoes his shirt.

By the time WWX comes bounding inside, all sweat drenched and tanned from the sun, LWJ is wet and ready to go.
LWJ has had to get used to eating dinner later in the evening, as getting railed on the steps of their porch after WWX finishes work for the day has become a necessary and regular part of their routine.

A month comes and goes, as they live in their own little bliss.
He’s so in bliss that LWJ doesn’t notice anything awry at first.

He’s had a more sensitive stomach lately, but LWJ just figures he’s been eating too many raw vegetables.
cw menstration

He’s jarred, however, when he absently checks his cycle app, only to see just how long he’s gone without having his period.

He blinks at the number. He’s always been very regular, keeping to 28 - 30 days. So when he sees he’s over 40 days into his cycle… Well.
He’s a little surprised to say the least.

It’s fine, LWJ reasons. His body just went through its first shared heat and he is bonded now. That surely has to have some effect.

Another week passes.
cw emetophobia

Then, when he wakes up at 3am with the unmistakable urge to vomit.

LWJ starts to become suspicious…
It was common knowledge that it was next to impossible for male/amab omegas to get pregnant during their first shared heat. It usually takes a few cycles for their bodies to adapt…

It is because of this he’d just frowned at the herbs that his mother gave to him, after his heat
LWJ had still been feeling some post-heat/post-bond intensity at the time and had to resist the urge to dramatically fling the tea out the window or pouring it down a drain.

The idea of preventing a pregnancy with his /mate/ was offensive.
In the end, after he’d calmed down, he ended up putting the basket away in the cabinet where he stores his mother’s herbal remedies.

Thinking that he and WWX could find use in the preventative care during one of LWJ’s future heats. That there was no reason he’d need it now.
As the evidence to the contrary makes itself more obvious every passing day. He feels a little foolish and a little guilty as realizes the position he’s put WWX in.

They only /just/ bonded. WWX still has a hard time accepting that LWJ wants to make a home and a life with him.
He can’t just waltz to the pharmacy to get a pregnancy test. WWX has always gone with him during their trips into town since lock-down. And they always always order online to pick-up.

WWX would notice… And, well, he doesn’t want to worry WWX until he’s more certain.
LWJ thinks he should probably ask his mother for help. Yet the image of the herbs collecting dust in the back of his cabinet flashes guiltily in his mind when he thinks of it.

And his mother’s inevitable lecture.
“Lan Zhan?”

LWJ is startled out of his thoughts as WWX tentatively peaks his head into the bathroom. He’s pushing soothing, comforting feelings through the bond.

“I could, uh, feel through the bond. You’re … worried?”
LWJ sighs. They are still navigating this—the feeling of the other person through the bond.

Normally it is just a reassuring background sensation. But when they are feeling something particularly strongly, it twangs in their partner.
LWJ just holds out his arms for a hug. To which WWX happily obliges, pressing an affectionate kiss to LWJ’s cheek as he does.

“I might have made an error in judgment is all,” LWJ mutters into WWX’s shoulder.
“I find that hard to believe,” WWX quips, but he doesn’t press. LWJ is not sure if he’s relieved or regretful that he doesn't.

So, the next morning, LWJ practices his yoga breathing so as not to worry WWX unnecessarily, as he fills out the appointment request form with WQ.
It’s 5am and LWJ’d been woken up yet again by a wave of intense nausea. WWX sleeps on, sprawled across their bed with his face pressed to LWJ’s pillow.

He knows it’s unlikely WQ will be able to see him.
She has a giant disclaimer on her website stating that due to the pandemic, she’s limiting to just existing patients only for the time being.

It can’t hurt, he figures. She can probably at least get him a decent referral to another midwife.
In the meantime, LWJ decides he’s got to risk getting a pregnancy test and he orders several to be delivered directly to the house.

He’s still feeling queasy so the thought of going back to sleep seems unreachable, as tempting as it may seem to curl up back in WWX's arms.
Instead he heads to the kitchen to prepare some ginger tea, feed the animals, and film a little of the ASMR trigger compilation video he’s been working on.

When he finishes filming, he’s surprised to see two text messages from WQ.
One is a screenshot of his appointment request form, with the “Reason for Visit: Irregular Cycle /Potential Pregnancy” circled aggressively in red and a follow up text that just says, “…EXCUSE ME?”

LWJ blinks, feeling annoyed. He’s not sure what clarification needs to be made.
He’s never known how to talk to WQ or her brother… his step-siblings.

They’ve grown up as neighbors and forced playmates as their parents were close friends most of their childhood.
It was fine back when they were kids. WQ was a year younger than LXC so the two of them were often paired off leaving LWJ and WN to play quietly amongst themselves.

Yet, as they grew older, he hasn’t been the best at staying connected with them.
He’s always just kept up with them through WWX, his mother, or even his brother. Last year during their parents engagement was the most time he’s spent with either of them in years.
LWJ knows WQ feels somesort of elder sisterly feelings toward him, regardless of his social impediments.

She’s always been content to leave him alone, only occasionally trying to lecture him if the mood struck her.
She has always been helpful anytime he asked her questions regarding chinese medicine, acupuncture, or omega biology for his ASMR channel or just personal curiosity.

She’d even allowed him to film in her office a few times and in the apothecary her brother ran.
LWJ had featured some of their products in his videos of course, as thanks, though WQ insisted it wasn’t required.

So, he knows that WQ feels some form of affection or sisterly obligation to him, but yet, now he stares at WQ’s text unsure if he’s being teased or insulted.
After a pause he just responds with “What about it?”

He is startled when his phone immediately rings.

“Wangji, are you serious?” WQ immediately blurts out as soon as he answers.
“Why would I joke?” LWJ retorts, feeling grumpy at the inquisition.

He clearly should have reached out to another doctor. Someone who knows nothing about him. Nor feels elder sisterly obligations toward him.

“Fucking hell… I just—Wangji, please tell me it’s Wuxian’s?”
LWJ glowers at his phone. “Of course it is—”

“Oh, okay, thank god. That’s good, at least. Finally. He would have been /so/ devastated if it was someone else, I wouldn’t have been able to deal with the drama.” WQ replies, matter-of-fact.
“Anyway, I had a cancellation this afternoon. Is 2pm too soon for you to get here?”

That /is/ sooner than he anticipated but at least he’ll know sooner than later…But he hasn’t driven into the city in months. And he has no idea what he’ll say to WWX…
After he reluctantly confirms, she immediately goes into doctor mode, going through the obligatory questionnaire and mask and temperature check requirements.

When they hang up, LWJ feels little dazed.

This is suddenly all very real.
✋🏼 pause for a little bit, I will be back later.
👶🏻🏡🌱

LWJ isn’t sure how long he’s sat there at their kitchen table, lost in thought. His mind running wild with terror and excitement at the idea of a baby.

A baby.
He presses his hand to his abdomen. He doesn’t feel any different there but…

He wants it so much he can barely breathe.

He wants that, to have children with WWX. He’s wanted that for a long time.
It’s been simmering for the past few years, ever since he first saw WWX playing gently on the floor with little Wen Yuan.

And now, with WWX as his mate, with his baby possibly already inside him, the want boils over.
“Lan Zhan?”

WWX mumbles from where he’s leaning against doorway. Rubbing sleep from his eyes.

LWJ bites his lips, trying to calm the emotions that batter inside him.
This is WWX’s day off.

He just finished a big commission yesterday. He’s spent the weekend working overtime on that, plus finishing their bed, plus running over to the Wen’s farm to do some maintenance work...
He has been looking forward to sleeping in today and doing absolutely nothing. LWJ had been very careful not to wake him.

LWJ glances at the clock. It’s just barely after 8am.

“Lan Zhan…” WWX eyes the ginger tea.
“You’re still feeling sick?” He immediately moves to sit at LWJ’s side and start rubbing LWJ’s back, looking concerned.

LWJ can’t do this. He can’t keep this from him.

Not even if he’s afraid this could ruin everything.
“I made an appointment with WQ this afternoon. She was able to squeeze me in.”

“Oh!” WWX looks surprised. “That’s good, Qing-jie will help you of course. I haven’t driven to the city since lockdown. Let's stop by the Wen’s restaurant for take away. I miss their saozi noodles.”
LWJ nods, staring down at his hands. His heart is beating so fast. He needs to tell him, he can’t—

“Lan Zhan, baby, I can feel how nervous you are, what is it?”

LWJ sighs, taking WWX’s hand in his.
“Wei Ying, you meant all that you said right, about the two of us. When I was in heat?”

WWX looks startled by the question,“Of course I did, Lan Zhan, I meant every word. What’s this about? What’s got you so worried?”

LWJ is about to open his mouth, to tell him everything—
—when the door bell rings.

WWX glares at the interruption. “Who the fuck is that so early? Are we expecting a delivery?”

LWJ certainly is.
“Yes, I ordered something from the pharmacy. They’ll leave it at the door, it’s alright. Wei Ying—I. As you know, I have been feeling nauseous in the morning…that's why I made an appointment with Wen Qing.”

LWJ implores with WWX with his eyes to connect the dots.
WQ is a registered midwife. Surely he’ll—

“Yes, yes, Qing-jiejie will stick you with her needle wizardry and fix you up. One time I was really constipated and she jabbed me right in the gut. I didn’t even last before I went home. I had to hole up in the Starbucks bathroom—"
^ i did not know how to CW for this and i'm v sleepy so forgive me
“Wei Ying,” LWJ interjects, he can’t stand the suspense, it’s making his stomach roil and WWX rambling about his bowel movements is not helping matters.

“I’m late.”

Wei Ying blinks, looking lost.

“...To the appointment?"
"What the hell does Qing-jie expect, it’s an hour drive to the city—”

“No. Wei Ying,” LWJ has to resist the urge to laugh at this point. “I’m late, I haven’t gotten my period in almost two months.”

WWX blinks again.
“Wait…Lan Zhan?! Is that—Are you telling me you think that you’re—?!” WWX sits up ramrod straight, his eyes wide and searching. The hand that clutches LWJ’s tightening.

LWJ’s heart races as he nods.
“LAN ZHAN!” WWX hands move to cup LWJ’s face. He looks confused but also … excited?

“Lan Zhan, how in the fuck is that possible! We’ve only had one heat… And your mom gave you some herbs, she told me.”

LWJ melts a little in his chair. Feeling embarrassed. “I told you…"
"...I may have made an error in judgement.”

WWX just continues to look at him, mystified.

“Lan Zhan, I love you so much. You’re so ridiculous. This is what you’ve been worried about? Lan Zhan. Listen, I know it’s soon but whatever you want to do I support you, 100%.”
LWJ breathes a shaky breath in relief, “If I am… what if I wanted to keep it?”

LWJ’s feels WWX’s answer before he speaks it.

His scent swelling in barely tempered excitement and joy.
“Lan Zhan, I would literally be the happiest man on the planet. I—this is all. I can’t believe this. Lan Zhan I know we talked about having babies but I can’t believe you really managed to get knocked up so fast. You’re such an overachiever.”
WWX teases but he’s pressing insistent kisses to every part of LWJ he can reach.

LWJ tries to stop his smile but he can’t help himself. “We can’t get too excited. We don’t know yet... I’m going to see WQ at 2pm today but I ordered some at home tests from the pharmacy…”
WWX glances questioningly at the front door and at LWJ’s nod, he’s racing over to collect the bag with the pregnancy tests.

Just over a half hour later, the two of them huddle together over their bathroom sink to read three positive signs for pregnancy.
WWX is whooping loudly, attempting to lift LWJ off the ground before abruptly remembering himself and releasing him.

Instead he drops to his knees, pulling LWJ’s shirt up impatiently to press a flurry of insistent kisses to LWJ’s stomach.
“Hello little baby, you are probably just a little seedling right now. But your baba’s love you very much and we can’t wait to meet you!” WWX insists, looking as serious as LWJ has ever seen him.

LWJ just smiles, tears stinging his eyes.

Their little seedling indeed.
🛑 for tonight. now i sleeps. will hopefully be back w a longer update this weekend.

📝also a few notes:
- pls be advised i've never been pregnant myself therefore i am literally just making shit up here. forgive me, if i say something nonsensical lol
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- forgive WQ for her reaction there, she was all jiejie in that moment! she is now stewing bc She Was Not Told wangxian was a thing and This is how she finds out?
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see some ideas for what wangxian's nesting bed looks like. for me, the term nest has always implied round. so imagine these looks blended together plus some lovely lotus flower embroidered canopy draping 😍 ImageImage
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We're back! CW for some pregnancy symptoms in this part as well as some pandemique references.

The trek to the city is a bit of an ordeal, as it’s been over 3 months since they’ve ventured beyond local stores.

WWX has been pure chaotic energy all morning, oscillating between staying close to LWJ, scenting him in fits of pure exuberant happiness, to making frantic plans—
on all the things they they should do to prepare for their new little one.

LWJ feels surprisingly zen about the whole thing. Now that he knows where WWX stands on the matter. His nausea is even mildly assuaged by the strength of their shared joy.
LWJ's spent the rest of the morning in their new nesting bed with his newly deigned 'pregnancy notebook', to record his symptoms to bring to WQ.

“We’ll stop in for some soup at the restaurant, for sure. That will help,” WWX asserts, with a furrowed brow—
—when LWJ can barely manage to stomach some crackers. LWJ just nods, tired, sick, but so happy, as WWX bullies him into taking some frozen grapes to eat in the car.

The rabbits look outraged as WWX has to corral them back in their little bunny house for the afternoon.
They’ve gotten quite used to their routine of spending afternoons with LWJ and deeply resent this change.

The car ride is mostly miserable. LWJ feels nauseous and car sick as WWX drives them down the mountain into the city.
But there is an air of excitement as WWX chatters away trying to distract him, using one hand to hold LWJ’s when the road allows.

WWX drives under the speed limit for the first time LWJ can ever remember.

LWJ loves him so, he presses a kiss to his hand at a stop sign.
It is strange being back in the city. For summertime lunch hour, the place seems… empty. WWX even comments on it as they park in the alleyway behind WQ’s.

They arrived early, wanted to prepare for any traffic but for the first time since they can remember, there is none.
They still have a whole hour to spare, so they head over to the Wen family restaurant to pick up lunch that they can eat in a nearby park. The restaurant is run by WQ's cousin and his wife.

Wen Jiahao cheers when they come in and laments that they can’t get too close.
LWJ’s who is still feeling queasy is rather grateful for the social necessity. A-Yuan’s father has always been a bear hugger.

He has his regrets though, when suddenly there is a high-pitched screech and A-Yuan comes racing out of the backroom at the sound of their voices.
“Xian-gege! Sleep-gege! I missed you!”

His mother doesn’t have an opportunity to intervene beyond a helpless look as she juggles a massive take out order, before A-Yuan has besieged them, all but climbing up WWX’s leg in excitement.
WWX laughs, scooping the boy up in his arms easily, tossing him in the way that makes the boy giggle like mad. “We missed you too, A-Yuan! So much!”

“A-Yuan,” his mother scolds, looking nervously at LWJ, who just shrugs.
There is no one else in the restaurant, except a bored looking delivery man who accepts the massive order and leaves without a word.

“We’ve been self-quarantining, we should be fine,” he reassures her. He doesn’t have the heart to pull the boy away.
“Yeah, it’s all fine, huh, Yuanyuan!” WWX cheers as he dances a little, making A-Yuan giggle even more.

But when A-Yuan leans over to LWJ, with his arms out expectantly, WWX freezes, clutching the boy closer and taking a step back, with wide concerned eyes.
A-Yuan makes a complaining noise and LWJ just glares at his mate.

“It’s just— maybe we should wait until WQ gives the go ahead—?”

“Don’t be absurd,” LWJ huffs, annoyed, taking the boy from his arms. “You’ve already held him anyway, so why does it matter?”
WWX looks a little abashed but LWJ just ignores him in favor of A-Yuan. It’s been nearly four months since he’s seen the boy, which feels like an eternity.

A-Yuan used to stay with Wen Popo next door during the day while his parents were at work.
Though the boy would usually curiously follow WWX around on the farm and eventually demand to come over to see “Sleep-gege” and the rabbits.

A-Yuan is also an omega. And he always wants to be held and scented by LWJ when he sees him.
LWJ can’t resist the urge now, so with one look at A-Yuan’s mother who just nods indulgently at him, he rocks the boy in his arms and cuddles him close, scenting the boy, who practically melts in his embrace.
The first time it happened, LWJ worried he’d cause some offense. He was not a blood relative after all.

“You're the only other male omega he knows. I think it’s good for him, to be around you, so I don’t mind,” his mother had assured him with an easy smile, much like her son’s.
It’s true, both A-Yuan’s parents are betas. Most of the Wens are, with the exception of Wen Popo who is also an omega.

He knows Wen Popo scented the boy everyday, when he used to stay with her. But the Wens were reluctant to let A-Yuan stay with her during lockdown...
Instead his parents have just been taking the boy to work with them, where he stays in the backroom while they take turns watching him.

Now, A-Yuan sighs dreamily in LWJ's arms, rubbing his face into the crook of his neck happily.
A-Yuan's soft, childlike scent radiates happiness and… relief.

When LWJ thinks about the little boy going months without this… it is like a pang to the heart. He clutches the boy closer to him.
LWJ is distantly conscious that WWX chats amicably with the boy's parents as they wait for their lunch but LWJ is not aware of much beyond of the feeling of A-Yuan’s scent and the feeling of his warm little body in his arms.
He is almost startled by WWX’s hand to his shoulder, knocking him out of his daze. WWX just smiles gently at him from behind his mask, it makes his eyes crinkle in the way LWJ loves.

“They said we can take A-Yuan with us to the park while we eat,” WWX cheers.
LWJ notices the brown paper bag in WWX’s hand and is startled by the passing of time. Wen Jiahao and his wife just smile and wave at them as they exit.

The park is only a few blocks away and they are able to secure a nice spot under a tree, away from the sun.
LWJ’s nausea has calmed finally, whether it’s due to the hour or his scenting of A-Yuan, he can’t complain. He’s suddenly ravenous and digs into the egg drop soup WWX ordered for him.

A-Yuan refuses to move from LWJ’s arms, spending the entire time with his face in LWJ’s neck.
“I have an idea,” WWX murmurs as he cuts half an eggroll for A-Yuan.

“His parents are overwhelmed with having to watch him and work full time. They’ve also taken over the farm's farmer’s market shift, so they seem exhausted. Why don’t we offer to watch A-Yuan for them?”
LWJ is nodding before WWX is even finished asking.

It makes sense. They don’t live far from A-Yuan’s house. A-Yuan had already been spending his days next door with Wen Popo on the farm before lockdown started, so it works with his parent's routine.
WWX and LWJ have the type of flexibility in their jobs where they can watch A-Yuan without an issue, unlike his parents, who according to WWX, admitted to him earlier that they were struggling to keep the boy stimulated with the demands of their jobs.
It makes sense. LWJ can give the boy the scenting affection he’s clearly missing without Wen Popo, too.

He feels himself unwilling to accept an alternative solution now at this point.

“Plus, it will be good practice for us, no?” WWX’s eyebrow quirks gently, his eyes soft.
LWJ just smiles into the boys hair, nodding, as he reaches to squeeze WWX’s hand.

A-Yuan falls asleep after lunch which makes parting with him both easier and harder for LWJ, who’s instincts reject handing the boy back to his mother.

LWJ scolds himself internally.
“Wow, we've been struggling to get him to nap but you all got him out like a light,” Wen Jiahao teases but he looks pleased.

“I’m sure cuddles and scents from Sleep-gege helped,” his wife smiles, winking at LWJ, whose territorial feelings abate abruptly at her kind acceptance.
When WWX presents his proposal, A-Yuan’s parents predictably make a whole fuss. Insisting that the two of them don’t need to inconvenience themselves.

But at LWJ’s quiet assurance, they look contemplative.

“Well, it can’t hurt to try," Wen Jiahao looks to his wife.
"Let’s try this Saturday and see how it goes?” Wen Jiahao asks. His wife nods as she combs some hair out of A-Yuan’s face.

At their tentative agreement, the two make to take their leave to head down the street to WQ’s, but Wen Jiahao calls out to them before they can go.
“By the way, tell my cousin she owes me 50 bucks and a round of drinks! I told her lockdown would finally get you two together,” he beams at them, his eyes traveling from the red bond mark on LWJ’s neck down to where WWX’s hand hovers at the small of LWJ’s back.
WWX squawks in embarrassed protest but LWJ just pulls him out the door, ears burning.

Their feelings of pleased embarrassment fade when presented with the back door of WQ’s clinic. The nerves that faded away under A-Yuan’s influence are now rearing back.
WWX is about to raise his hand to knock, when the door suddenly opens to reveal WQ, who leans against the door, her aura menacing.

WWX startles, at the abrupt movement. “Qing-jiejie, how did you even know we were here! I told Lan Zhan you were omnipresent but this is really—”
“I have a Ring doorbell, you dork,” she nods at the device before she motions for the two of them to hold out their hands to be disinfected.

Then she holds up a device to take their temperatures. She notes LWJ’s in a chart before finally stepping back to allow them entrance.
“The nerve of you two, letting me find out you’ve gotten together this way,” she grumbles.

“Qing-jie, forgive us! We’ve been kind of in our own world this last month. We kinda forgot other people existed,” WWX complains, trotting after her.
“That’s not as reassuring as you think it is,” WQ laughs.

She turns to LWJ, “Your mother knows at least, I hope? She might kill us both if she finds out that I found out before her.”
“Yes… she knows about Wei Ying and I. And your father, too. They watched the rabbits for us… when…” LWJ trails off, sure that she can fill in the details for herself.

He wouldn’t be here if the two of them hadn’t shared a heat after all.
WQ just tuts in complaint. “Betrayer! I can’t believe he didn’t say anything... Except, actually, I do, because he would do literally anything your mom says,” she says shaking her head in fond disgust.

“... She does not know that I’m… That I’m here though,” LWJ warns.
WQ groans. “You better tell her soon otherwise she’ll move back into your house and never take her eyes off you ever again.”

LWJ blanches at the threat.

“Who else knows…? Just so I know, so I don’t spill the news to anyone by mistake.”
“Um, my parents know we’re together! And your cousin was able to guess just now, when we stopped in for lunch…But otherwise that’s it, I think,” WWX taps his nose over the mask, looking thoughtful as he considers it.

“You owe Wen Jiahao 50 dollars,” LWJ informs helpfully.
WQ just groans again, rolling her eyes. “Well you should tell your Ge, he might just vibrate into the sky. He’s been driving me nuts…He misses you, I guess,” she sighs.

“So he’s been dropping by the apothecary every other day to ‘gege’ A-Ning, as he says—"
"—as last time your Ge gave him more attention than you, you bit WN so hard one of your baby teeth came out still attached to his arm.” WQ gives LWJ a hard look.

LWJ huffs, affronted. “I was seven! When will you let that go…”
“Literally never,” WQ smirks at LWJ who just sighs in defeat.

WWX just cackles but his arm worms around LWJ to pinch at LWJ’s scowling cheek. “So dangerous, Bun!”
WQ blinks at the gesture, “With that reminder, let’s go upstairs and get you needled up!” she teases, motioning for LWJ to make his way up the stairs to her office.

When WWX moves to follow them she halts, turning around to stare him down. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“... Upstairs with you?”

“Nope, sorry Xian-di, I have a strict patient only policy at the moment. Not even for you, I’m afraid. There are state guidelines I have to follow,” she looks genuinely apologetic about it as WWX’s face falls.
“WN is in the store,” she motions to the backdoor of the apothecary. “He’s looking forward to seeing you. Wangji and I will be quick and we’ll come down to talk when we’re done.”

With great reluctance, WWX nods, looking like a kicked puppy as he gives LWJ’s hand a squeeze.
🛑 for now, be back on Thursday with more jiejie-ing with WQ. LWJ has some bby feelings. Also Xichen's LWJ senses are tingling and he makes himself known, lol. He's got a surprise of his own! Hint: TWJE fans will be pleased...WWX maybe not. 😅
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Disclaimer: this part takes place in summer where ppl were starting to get a little more lax about things. So they are prob being more affectionate with others than some of you may prefer!

Everyone is fine and no one gets sick. This is a fic so I do what I want.
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Some more srs CWs for this section: along with the normal abo and mpreg... miscarriages are discussed. It's a big concern for LWJ for this section so not glossed over, please take care!
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CW con't: I have no idea what an initial midwife appt would be like so I was winging it. But I do have experience w acupuncture tho! So this is your 🪡 warning!

And now, fic:
As LWJ settles into the exam room alone, he is suddenly overcome with fear that WWX will not be allowed at the birth of their child. The thought is premature but he can’t help the panicked thought.

When he chokes out the question to WQ she just smiles reassuringly at him.
“If you do a hospital birth, then they allow your partner to be there with you, don’t worry. But let’s not get ahead of ourselves…”

She goes into doctor mode, checks his pulse and asks him some questions about his last bleed, his last heat, his symptoms so far…
LWJ diligently consults his notebook and shows her the pictures of his tongue that she requested. He then reluctantly takes out the urine sample she’d requested earlier this morning.

He didn’t have anything else to enclose it in but a glass mason jar.
WWX reassured him it was fine, that they’ll just wash it, “no big deal, Bun!”

But LWJ plans to “accidentally” abandon it here. He simply cannot unknow what was inside it.

And he’d rather not live in fear of the rest of his jars.
WQ disappears for a few moments and LWJ fiddles with his phone, wishing that WWX was here with him to fill the silence.

The room is set up nicely, not like a typical doctor’s office. She’s got plants and a whole wall of herbs neatly labeled.
She’s also got a small library of books on chinese medicine, acupuncture, pregnancy, and fertility. He imagines WWX helping himself to the books and commentating as he reads, as he’s prone to do.

WQ comes back faster than LWJ anticipates and his heart spikes with nerves.
“Congrats, you’ve definitely got a little Wei in the oven,” she remarks with a smile. LWJ nerves dissipate.

He’d already done some at home pregnancy tests so this isn’t surprising but yet he feared that maybe…
She spends the next few minutes answering his questions as she lays him back to do some acupuncture.

“It’s a common misconception that male omegas can’t conceive right away,” she murmurs as she works.

“They conceive just as fast as other omegas…" she hesitates.
"...They just have a harder time maintaining the pregnancy. The first time, especially. They often miscarry before they realize they are pregnant,” she says gently.

“Oh,” LWJ feels like he’s been stabbed in the chest. “How often …?”
WQ sighs, looking at him sadly. “The statistics don’t necessarily mean anything Wangji, everyone is different, but I need you to know all the information…it's said about 70% of cases for male or AMAB omegas miscarry their first pregnancy in the first trimester.”
At his stiffened panic, she gently takes him free hand, “Hey, you’ve already made it this far. I’ll do everything I can to make sure you’ll be alright, the both of you.”

LWJ takes a deep breath. He knows WQ is the best of the best, that he could be in no better care...
But the idea of losing WWX's baby is .... devastating.

“You’re nearly two months in at this point, that's halfway through the first trimester. That’s a good sign. Most of those cases, like I said, would have already miscarried.” She starts writing furiously in a notepad.
“You’re in good health, your hormone levels are stable. Your bond with your mate is strong. I feel confident that with my help you will be alright.”

As she writes him a prescribed list of supplements and herbal tinctures, she continues to answer his questions.
The list seems… extensive. He is already calculating on how to best work them all into his routine.

“Listen, if the worst /does/ happen. It’s important you don’t blame yourself. These things happen and it’s out of our control sometimes.” WQ pats his hand.
LWJ nods but he feels stiff, the wind whirl of emotions he’s experienced today has left him mentally exhausted.

He wishes WWX was here with him once more. He could use his scent right now.
She has LWJ take some meditative breaths to relax as she burns incense but it’s difficult, it takes him a moment to realize that the anxiety isn’t all his.

That he can feel WWX’s nervous energy responding to his own, which is just making it worse.
WQ frowns when she checks his pulse. “I know I gave you a lot of intimidating information but it’s important for you to try to stay calm. What can I do to help?”

“I-- It’s Wei Ying, he’s upset that I’m upset…”

“Hm,” WQ looks contemplative.
“I hate that he can’t be here with us. Let me go down and talk to him while you rest, okay? Just focus on your breath and try to settle your qi.”

“I’ll be back in 30 minutes. He’ll help you soon,” she nods and with that dims the lights and shuts the door.
He can feel the exact moment when WQ tells WWX what she told him. First elation and then worry. Then an attempt to relax. To soothe.

It takes a while, but with WWX’s help through the bond, LWJ’s mind drifts to relaxation.
LWJ is surprised when he comes to sometime later, to the act of WQ gently turning the lights back on. He must have drifted off.

“WWX mentioned you all agreed to look after A-Yuan,” WQ murmurs as she methodically removes the acupuncture needles.
“It’s not a bad idea for you, scenting him will help to stabilize your hormones and convince your body to adapt for a baby. I'm concerned about my cousins’s potential for exposure, though. I’m going to talk to my family. See if someone else can take over the farmer’s market.”
LWJ bites his lip. The offer to help was to help remove A-Yuan’s parents' burdens. Not to give them more things to worry about.

“They can keep safe at the restaurant easier by staying behind barriers but the market is the biggest cause of concern. It’s getting busy again.”
“And Granny misses A-Yuan so much so I think if some of the folks from the farm come down to help it will work better for everyone.”

At his expression, she reassures him. “Seriously, it will be better for everyone. Don’t feel guilty."
"A-Yuan will also benefit by scenting with you. It’s important that he have that type of affection. It benefits /both/ of your health and the health of the baby. Everyone will do what they can to prioritize that.”

LWJ nods, trusting her judgement.
“That being said, you should tell your mom. I have to request for her to make you some special tinctures that I don’t have in stock at the moment anyway. So…”

LWJ sighs. “I will call her on the way home,” he replies obediently.
As she leads him downstairs, he’s lost in thought thinking about everything she told him. He clutches her prescriptions tightly in his hand.

“I would come chat with you both but I have another patient coming soon and I’ve got to do a whole disinfecting process,” WQ groans.
“Don’t hesitate to reach out if there are any issues. Otherwise, I will see you in two weeks!”

LWJ nods, thanking her genuinely, as he makes his way through the back door of the apothecary.
He’s momentarily disoriented, not used to coming in the store from this angle. He’s back with all their giant rows of inventory so he can’t see the front of the store. He follows the sound of WWX’s voice chatting away to WN.

There is a jingle of the store door opening and then—
LWJ gasps as WWX suddenly experiences a huge spike in anxiety.

LWJ hurries to get to him and is stunned when the person walking in the door is none other than his brother.

LWJ is so momentarily surprised to see LXC in person that he forgets why he was worried.
“Wangji!” LXC shouts from across the room, looking elated to see him. LWJ is pulled as if magnetized to his brother.

He wonders why WWX is anxious about this brother, LXC is harmless. Then LWJ’s eyes land on a grey poodle behind him, whose tail wags frantically by LXC’s feet.
“I’m gonna just… Give you a moment,” WWX mutters, brushing past LWJ, squeezing his hand for a moment before taking refuge in the back storage room.

“Wangji! What are you doing here! You didn’t tell me you were in town!” LXC hurries inside, scooping the dog up in his arms.
“You didn’t tell me you had a dog,” LWJ counters, still a little stunned.

“Oh! I called you earlier but it went to voicemail! It all happened rather fast. I just picked her up yesterday! Wangji, meet your new niece, Shuoyue.”
LWJ makes his way over to greet the puppy, she must still be a puppy anyway, he thinks though she seems rather tall. She’s desperately trying to lick his hand which he allows while LXC eye’s scour over him.

“You look well, Wangji,” LXC smiles widely behind his mask.
“You do too,” Wangji says as he tentatively pets the little dog.

His brother always wanted a dog when they were growing up. Shufu argued it would be too difficult since they were always going back and forth between his house and their mother’s as children, though.
LWJ is happy his brother gets to have one now but he feels guilty about enjoying the puppy while WWX hides in the back of the store. He sends soothing vibes to his mate.

“It’s really competitive adopting a pet at the moment! I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to get her.”
“I didn't want to jinx it! I had to do several interviews to prove I’m a worthy owner. She's already house trained and is in training to be an emotional support animal. So she was in high demand! She was already named but we decided we’ll call her Xiao Yue.”
“Hello Xiao Yue. You are very cute,” LWJ greets her and LXC beams as the little dog melts in his arms when LWJ scratches her belly.

LWJ feels rather guilty again when WN attempts to peak at the dog from around the counter.
“Oh dear, I’m sorry A-Ning, I don’t mean to ignore you! I just wasn’t expecting to find Wangji here!” LXC says he angles his arms so WN can see her.

“It’s okay! It’s only fair, you two must miss each other I’m sure!” WN smiles. “I can see her another time.”
Things get a little chaotic when a customer comes in. The store is not very large so LXC guides LWJ to walk with him outside. “Let’s take a walk around the block!” LXC cheers excitedly.

He truly wants to… He’s missed his brother so much. And the dog is precious…
But he can’t leave WWX to worry in the back of the store. Especially since he already had to wait an hour for him to finish his appointment.

“Ah, Ge, Wei Ying is here…” LWJ reaches unconsciously to rub at his neck.
“Oh, well, I’m sure he won’t mind if I steal his roommate for a minute— Oh!” LXC eyes zone in on the red bond mark on LWJ's neck.

“Or… more than a roommate then? ...Finally?” LXC questions, his head quirking to the side like Xiao Yue's.
LWJ sighs, his ears flushing, “yes…”

“Oh my goodness! Well, this is cause for a celebration! Come to mine for dinner, I insist. We have a back patio so we can be socially distance! I'll make the portobello burgers you like on the grill!”
LWJ sighs again, he really wants to see his brother. To spend time with him. He wants nothing more than to hug him now that he’s here in front of him.

But after the day they’ve had, all he wants is to be back in the nest with WWX…
“I’m sorry Xichen, I’m not feeling well. It’s why we are here… It’s a stomach thing,” LWJ assures LXC at his alarmed expression.

It’s not necessarily a lie…but LXC doesn’t seem assuaged, he’s taking subtle steps back and going on how stomach cramps can be a sign of COVlD…
LWJ wonders… he needs to tell his mother anyway.... and Xichen will be incredibly passive aggressive if he finds out second hand…

“It’s not COVlD,” LWJ states firmly. “Xichen, I’m pregnant.”
LXC stops mid-lecture to blink uncomprehendingly at LWJ. LWJ watches his brother put it together, his eyes drifting to the bond mark and back over to WQ’s…

LWJ is unprepared to be engulfed in his brother’s embrace but he’s already being firmly hugged before he can react.
“WANGJI!”

LWJ sighs, tucking his face in his brother’s neck and returning the hug.

He thinks he should probably not encourage this, especially since his brother was literally just ranting about unsuspecting symptoms.
But he can’t really help himself, he’s missed his brother so much.

These past few months are the longest he’s gone without seeing him.

He’s already touched A-Yuan and WQ today, so hugging his brother now too seems both reckless and a relief.
“Wangji, I can’t believe this! When did you find out?” LXC asks, his face tucked into LWJ’s hair.

Xiao Yue squirms happily beneath them, not knowing what’s going on but excited all the same.

“Today.”

“TODAY?!” LXC pulls back to stare at him.
LWJ nods in confirmation, “just now, officially anyway.”

“Oh my goodness, now I feel bad pulling you away from Wuxian! Have you told mom?! We should definitely celebrate then! Come to my place for dinner, I’ll keep Xiao Yue inside with A-Yao or Da-ge for WWX.”
“I would like to but I think it’s best WWX and I head home. I’m tired, I haven’t been sleeping well. Morning sickness…” LWJ hesitates.

LXC nods. His brother has his neutral grin but LWJ can tell he’s disappointed.

“But I haven’t told mom yet… Let’s call her together?”
This cheers LXC up, who nods eagerly, his eyes wide in excitement.

LWJ glances around, it’s a risk, being on speaker phone in public for this.

His mother will no doubt say something embarrassing. But at least LXC can help him calm her down.
She answers quickly, “A-Zhan, baobei! You’re calling /me/ for once! I don’t even have to guilt you.”

“Hello Mother,” LWJ murmurs. He wonders how best to start…

“Where are you, is that a car honking?”
LWJ sighs, with a look at LXC who nods encouragingly, he takes a breath, “I’m in the city. I had an appointment with WQ. And then I ran into Xichen who is here with me…He says hello.”

“You had an appointment with A-Qing…Wangji, why do you have an appointment with A-Qing?”
Judging by her tone, she knows exactly why he had an appointment with WQ. So he decides to just pull the bandage off…

“Because I’m pregnant.”
Next minute or so consists of LWJ holding the phone away from his ear as his mother screams incoherently.

LXC laughs uproariously at her reaction.

LWJ sighs.
“A-ZHAN! How long have you known, what happened with the herbs I gave you…?”

LWJ doesn’t not feel particularly inclined to talk about his carelessness in birth control in public. Or in front of his brother, who will never let him live it down. Too late for that, he supposes.
“I did not take them.”

This just causes his mother to shout some more and for LXC to be set off once again.

They are getting looks from passerby on the street.
“Brat! You better give those back, do you know how expensive those are! They are in high demand! And oh my goodness, A-Huan, you called it, didn’t you?”

“I did! I knew LWJ would be bonded or pregnant by the end of this lockdown,” LXC teases looking smug.
LWJ glares at him, unimpressed.

“Ah, baobei, when are you getting back here? I’ll come meet you. Or, shit! I will go to CVS and demand they give me a test--”

LXC takes over there, telling her he’ll talk to A-Yao to see if he can secure them some tests.
“Listen, Wei Ying and I need to head back but… Just-- don’t tell anyone yet, okay?” He looks mostly at his brother as he says this.

If he tells NMJ who tells NHS… then, well, everyone they know will know by the end of the day.
“It’s still early… I don’t want to jinx it,” LWJ says echoing his brother’s earlier words. LXC nods seriously.

“Of course, baobei. Whatever you need. I’ll get you those herbs. Don’t worry I’ll help you, whatever you boys need. How is A-Ying feeling? I’m sure he’s so excited!”
“He is, but I haven’t gotten to talk to him after my appointment. Xichen was there when I came down and…”

After that LWJ is all but shooed back to the apothecary with promises for LXC to bring the puppy over to the farm after they all get tested.
LWJ finds WWX sulking in the back of the shop with the herbs WQ requested already purchased.

He simply folds himself in WWX’s arms, the way he’s been wanting to for a while.

“I'm sorry, I wasn’t expecting to see Xichen. Then, we called mom and told her.”
WWX hums, scenting him. His scent feels both tired and relieved to have LWJ back in his arms.

“Oh my, I’m sure she’s going nuts. Will she be back at the house going through the kitchen when we get there?” WWX teases.
LWJ grumbles, “wouldn’t be surprised. Xichen is going to see if Meng Yao can get us some COVlD tests. So we can see her more freely. He also wants to come over with the puppy...I’m sorry he got a dog.”
It’s WWX’s turn to grumble. “I will just hide in the tiny house, I guess.”

“No.” LWJ rejects this notion. “He will stay at my mom’s and we’ll just play with her at the farm. No need for you to hide.”

“I’m sure he’ll be more comfortable in his old room--”
“He’ll stay at my mom’s,” LWJ states, leaving no room for argument.

WWX just shakes his head, swooping down to pull LWJ’s mask down and give him a kiss.
It was probably only intended to be a peck, but LWJ tightens his arms around him, melting into the feeling.

All he wants is to be home with him in their nest.

WWX pulls away with a knowing expression and says, “let’s go home, huh?”
🛑 for the night. I'll be back this weekend with the next bit! The boys work on their new routine and start bbysitting A-Yuan 💖.

Also, to be clear, LWJ is NOT going to have a miscarriage. I realize I didn't explicitly state that in the CW above.
Also, to be clear, when LXC says he will make portobello burgers on the grill, he means he will stand next to NMJ and drink wine as /he/ uses the grill. LXC doesn't even know how to turn it on.

And I couldn't resist bringing back Xiao Yue for this fic! I love her. Sorry WWX 🥺
Oh! Before I sleeps—for those who may not have read my modern au fic on ao3, Xiao Yue looks like this! Though LXC will have her groomed to look a bit floofier w an Instagram teddy bear cut. She's a standard poodle and she is inspired by Makkachin from Yuri on Ice. 😌💕 Image
CW this section: a/b/o, mpreg, pregnancy symptoms, NSFW, intersex anatomy, frottage, very slight sonmophilia again (this isn't even my kink they just keep being horny in the morning)
CW con't: also more pandemic references this time. i want to keep the vibes cute but it seems kinda weird not to mention
👶🏻🏡🌱

Living in the country has done wonders for WWX’s notoriously erratic sleep schedule. Or, as WWX cheerfully admits, living with LWJ has done wonders for his sleep schedule.

It is still a surprise to all involved when WWX starts rousing before him
LWJ has taken to sleeping in after being taken over by fits of nausea or itchy skin.

The herbs help. His nausea slowly fades but still his body demands more sleep.

WWX teases him a little at first. Truly though, he seems thrilled to be allowed to pamper his mate.
WWX purrs as he scents LWJ’s cuddly, pliable form every morning.

They’ve had to shift their routine. WWX feeds to chickens and the bunnies in the mornings now. They aren’t happy about it at first, complaining loudly about their later breakfast time but they learn to adapt.
WWX preps congee and tea for LWJ in the morning before he brings Peach and Frank up to their nest, pressing a kiss to whatever part of LWJ is free from being buried in their nest.

LWJ just accepts the rabbits who burrow under the blankets against him with a murmured thank you.
LWJ sleeps an extra two hours each morning, pushing nearly 10 hours each day now.

He feels guilty about it a little. It feels like an indulgence. His uncle always encouraged him and his brother the importance of getting an early start to their day.
WQ, WWX, and his mother all assure him otherwise.

“Take the time now to get all the sleep you can, A-Zhan,” his mother teased. “Soon you’ll be so big you’ll be getting up every hour to pee. Then after that you’ll have a crying baby.”

So LWJ adjusts as much as he can.
A-Yuan starts coming to stay with them during the day 3 times a week too. Which is also an adjustment. A welcome one but an adjustment all the same.

They either keep an eye on him together or take turns.
With A-Yuan spending time outdoors with WWX while LWJ works on his videos. Or inside with LWJ as WWX works on carpentry projects in the woodshop he’s built in the garage.
No matter what though, A-Yuan always comes in for his afternoon scenting time with “Sleep-gege” which then settles him for a long nap.

LWJ is pleased. His hormones are settling and his life has become the domestic fantasy with WWX that he’s always dreamed of.
CW pandemic

It is hard with the pandemic, to think that other people are struggling while he feels like he’s been given the space to be content with himself.

He and WWX have gotten remotely involved in several AAPI groups to support small businesses over the last few months.
CW pandemic

In a somewhat surprising turn, Shufu has gotten very involved in community organizing. He never used to like to stir the pot, but in these past few months he’s started his own organization to offer legal aid and support for the AAPI community members in need.
CW pandemic

While LWJ is not a practicing attorney like his uncle and brother. He still tries to support how he can. He’s found his biggest source of support has come from the online community from his ASMR channel. His followers alone donated over 50k to help support the cause.
It was a strange moment, for Shufu to call and thank him for that. His uncle had been openly disappointed by LWJ’s decision to not pursue a career in law.

LWJ holds no grudge against Shufu, he knows he cares. He simply just doesn't understand what it is that LWJ does.
LWJ is used to people not quite understanding what ASMR is. Paying his taxes the past year was a strange affair, for instance.

So he’s a little shocked when LQR genuinely thanks him for his help, going on to say he enjoyed his video series on Chinese tea ceremonies.
“You should do more of the calligraphy videos, as well. I found them to be particularly relaxing,” Shufu gruffly offered.

LWJ is moved more than he’d care to admit.
So, life goes well over the next few months all things considered with the world in standstill around them.

WQ monitors the growth of the baby and when he passes into his 2nd trimester, everyone breathes a little easier.
When WWX tells his parents, his mother cheers loudly again but they are all surprised to see WCZ quietly tear up.

“Aiyo, A-Ying you know your Baba has always been such a sap,” CS teases as she dabs her husband's tears away with her sleeve.
She then immediately starts to make urgent plans on how they can get back to the US in time for the birth.

“The baby is due in late February,” LWJ informs CS who is already putting on her glasses to research quarantine and flight procedures.
“An Ox baby! Well, unless the little thing tries to escape early,” she smiles.

“My A-Ying was the opposite, didn’t want to leave my belly until he was nice and fat. He was supposed to be a Libra but I got a Scorpio instead,” she sighs affectionately.
“If the baby is smart like me they’ll take their sweet time in there! Who would want to leave their cozy place when their Diedie is Lan Zhan?” WWX teases as he rubs LWJ’s belly, where he’s just starting to swell.
WWX is obsessed with it, touching it every chance he can get. LWJ doesn’t mind. He preens in the light of his mates attentions.

“It's better if we can come sooner. There will likely be another surge as it gets colder,” she frowns. “We can come for your birthday, A-Ying.”
“Don’t trouble yourself, Mama, just get here whenever you can,” WWX demurs but LWJ can see his growing excitement at the thought.

LWJ knows how much he misses his parents, it’s been two years since he’s seen them now.
From there, WWX turns his attention back to the tiny house, which has sat abandoned since LWJ’s heat and their bonding.

“My parents can stay there when they visit! It can be a guest house!"
"I'll need to make it bigger, of course, so they can have their own space. I love my parents but we don’t need them in our business all the time…” WWX plots, tapping his finger to his nose.

LWJ is in quiet agreement there.
With A-Yuan staying with them in the afternoons and evenings, and LWJ’s mother making an executive decision that it is now fair game to stop by whenever she wants, their intimate moments have been limited to just nightly before bed most days.
While LWJ doesn’t regret getting pregnant, he does lament that the two of them have had to step back. They haven’t gotten to fully embrace the joys of a new bond since those first few weeks.

His nausea has put a damper on intimacy in the past few months.
The rabbits are victorious about it, or so WWX insists.

“Look at her! So smug, Peachy, the focus of Lan Zhan and A-Yuan’s undivided attention all evening, huh? Poor Wei Ying has to beg attention,” WWX whines with his lower lip jutting out, sprawling himself in LWJ's arms.
Peach does look rather content, to be fair, perched against LWJ’s leg as A-Yuan patiently holds lettuce for her to chew.

She bites WWX's arm when he attempts to take a bite of the lettuce for himself.
So when LWJ is four months into his pregnancy and he’s consistently waking up without nausea--he plots.

Or perhaps yearn is the better word.

His libido has returned with vengeance it would seem.
NSFW starts now ~

One morning, when he manages to get up before WWX, he carefully slips his sleep pants off, tossing them out of the nest, and settles back under WWX’s arm to be spooned.

From there he waits.
Eventually, WWX is roused, whether by his internal clock or the scent of LWJ’s arousal, it’s hard to say.

But he’s hard in his boxers rubbing against LWJ’s bare leg.

LWJ purrs in contentment, rolling on his front and arching his back to encourage WWX to rub between his legs.
“Hrmmm?” WWX wakes with a sharp intake of breath as LWJ grinds back against his length.

The heat of him and the friction of WWX’s boxers feels good against his folds, which throb pleasantly.
LWJ grips his own dick lazily, content at the moment just to rub.

“Oh my,” WWX’s sleep-clouded voice growls against LWJ’s shoulders. “Bunny is feeling playful this morning, huh?” He grinds forward with intention.
LWJ groans happily as his hard length brushes more directly over his folds, the tip massaging where he’s most sensitive.

WWX indulges him for a while with the slow friction, until he pulls back momentarily, to LWJ’s disapproval—
—which is made loudly known, to all but rip his boxers off. LWJ thinks he might have heard a small tearing sound.

Then he’s settling his weight more firmly over LWJ’s back, pressing him into their nest the way he knows LWJ likes.
The bare drag of WWX’s cock against him makes LWJ keen, rubbing himself down more enthusiastically, his slick easing the friction.

One of WWX’s hands makes its way under where LWJ has a loose hold on his own cock.
LWJ groans, freeing his hand to grasp their bedding allowing WWX to set the pace the way he knows LWJ needs it.

WWX’s other hand migrates from gripping the meat of LWJ’s thigh to sliding forward to cup the small swell of LWJ’s abdomen.
“So perfect for me. So good,” WWX mumbles against his shoulder.

From there their sleepy friction builds as LWJ tenses with the imminent pressure of release.

The heat of WWX’s hand around him and the feeling of his hot, hard cock rubbing against him just right …
...paired with the gentle way he cups LWJ’s stomach… LWJ comes easily, with a sigh, into WWX’s eager hand.

WWX eases back a little, angling himself to rub between LWJ’s thighs instead. LWJ huffs in complaint, spreading his legs slightly wider to encourage WWX to slip inside.
He does with a groan, sliding in easily.

“Making a mess so early in the morning, Lan Zhan,” WWX mutters.

“Coming all over our clean nest. Very naughty. Didn’t even get a towel,” he teases as he thrusts lazily inside.
LWJ just whines, tilting his hips to chase the friction once again, this time from inside. “I needed it now, Wei Ying,” he complains.

“Hm, well in that case…” WWX pins him more firmly down to the nest—
LWJ squirms as he’s pushed into the damp pillow beneath him but it’s quickly overshadowed as WWX starts thrusting hard.

He comes again weakly as WWX builds to a brutal pace.
WWX just groans at the feeling of LWJ’s walls gripping him as he tenses in orgasm and follows his lead. Coming deep inside LWJ.

They pant against the pillows for a moment until WWX pulls LWJ to lie on his side, once more spooned in front of his mate.
WWX is careful to nudge the damp pillow out from under them too.

WWX didn’t knot him, so he slips out at the movement, which makes LWJ huff in complaint.

WWX just chuckles, kissing his neck as he scents him.
LWJ sighs, feeling quite nice indeed.

He’d like to wake up everyday just like this, he thinks to himself.

WWX echoes his internal sentiments, “what a way to wake up, Lan Zhan. I know I’m going to have a really good day now. How can I not?”
“You’re not feeling so nauseous anymore?” WWX questions, his hand, which still cups his belly, starts to rub against him pleasantly.

“No,” LWJ sighs into his pillow. “Wen Qing’s treatments have helped. She says it’s normal for that to fade after the first trimester for some.”
“That’s good, that’s good,” WWX mutters. “That makes me happy, I hated seeing you suffer.”

LWJ snorts a little, “I still have plenty of suffering ahead of me, Wei Ying.”

WWX harrumphs, clearly not pleased with the thought.
After a pause, WWX asks, “Lan Zhan, when we have sex, you don’t think I’m like … spraying our baby with my j— oof!” He exclaims when LWJ elbows him firmly.

LWJ will not have his morning ruined by his mate’s absurdity.

Though he knows he wouldn’t have him any other way.
🛑 for the night~ I might be back tomorrow. Just a few more sections left plus an epilogue of sorts. 🥺
I know I kinda beat around the bush with some of the more serious issues that were happening in the US at the time. Particularly the struggles of the AAPI community and the California fires-- which would effect them directly. (1/3)
This fic is more about feel good fluff/smut to me so it seemed misplaced to go there.

Yet, that said, if you feel inclined, I'd love if any of my readers could show some love to some AAPI organizations. Either from the list I link below or local to you. (2/3)
Feel free to leave any suggestions for other AAPI organizations or a more recent compilation in a reply below! (3/3)

nymag.com/strategist/art…
^ this seemed like a nice list (of US-based orgs anyway) but y'all might have better suggestions
👶🏻🏡🌱 a/b/o / omegaverse

I will be back tonight or tomorrow with a longer update, depending on how much I can write tonight. We're close to the end soon.

A tiny interlude update for now!

FYI, LWJ's fans are called Cloud Bunnies ☁️🐰
As summer fades into fall, their baby grows. LWJ is unable to hide his baby bump at this point though he doesn’t see why he’d want to.

So he’s not surprised when he starts getting comments on his videos about it.
HGJwhisperer96: Is anyone else gonna comment on all the bump …. 👀👀?
> TingTing’sWife: IKR I FEEL INSANE LIKE AM I SEEING THINGS OR—??????
> CloudBunny4evr: @ HGJwhisperer96 @ TingTing’sWife Don’t be rude 😤
EatMySandwich: I’ve BEEN saying he’s an omega for years. None of you believed me… The sweet vindication 💅🏼
> Cumulus Rabbit: My apologies, King. 🥪👑
> CloudBunny4evr: We still don’t know— don’t make assumptions!
> Cumulus Rabbit: @ CloudBunny4evr check his Patreon and relax
Cumulus Rabbit: Congrats to your family, HGJ 💖! To all the ☁️🐰’s that are surprised, he confirmed it in a live Q&A on Patreon 💕🥺.
> TouchSomeGrass: Oh to be HGJ’s baby daddy… They must be so relaxed flkdsfds.
> Cumulus Rabbit: @ TouchSomeGrass We’ve seen him before! He is the man in his hair brushing video series and the herb garden series. They’ve lived together for a while, HGJ never shows his face but he’s in a lot of the behind the scenes vids on Patreon, so go support HGJ 💖
> TouchSomeGrass: @ Cumulus Rabbit TY, I’ve never subscribed so fast.
> PoutyHGJstan: @ Cumulus Rabbit @ TouchSomeGRass SEXY FARMER MAN 🔥???? The respect for HGJ grows each day.
> HGJsMeiMei: @ Cumulus Rabbit …. Anyone have a link for a poor student? I wanna see baby daddy 🥺
🛑 just a mini interlude for now be back later with more Pregji fluff, WWX's parents, WWX's bday, LQR getting the surprise of his life....
👶🏻🏡🌱
a/b/o + mpreg

LWJ’s viewers aren’t the only ones fascinated by his baby bump.

They can feel the baby move now.

The first time LWJ guided WWX’s hand to their little kicking gymnast, WWX wept.
LWJ held WWX in his arms for a good five minutes before his mate could bear to move away.

LWJ enjoys feeling their little one. They like to move around in excitement whenever they hear WWX’s voice.
LWJ doesn’t know if it’s his actually voice they can recognize or if his presence through the bond. Either way, LWJ feels tender at the love they already show their Baba.

The bump has intrigued both A-Yuan and the rabbits as well.
The rabbits enjoy huddling on top of the bump when he sits down, using it as their own personal cushion.

And A-Yuan has started having full on conversations with it, determined to be a “good gege” for the little one.
“There’s /really/ a baby growing in there?” A-Yuan asked, looking skeptical as his small hands curiously explored LWJ’s stomach one afternoon.

“Yes,” LWJ says, guiding the boy’s hand to where the baby flutters in response. A-Yuan gasps happily but after a moment he frowns.
“Mommy says Xian-ge put a seed in your tummy and now you have a baby because you’re an omega like me. Gege, I ate a sesame seed today, am I going to have a baby too?” A-Yuan asked, looking concerned, lifting his shirt and poking at his own stomach.
“Oh no! A-Yuan we gotta hurry and plant you in the ground and water you and the sesame baby!” WWX teased, seizing the boy and running them out to the garden where he threatens to bury a scream laughing little A-Yuan in the dirt.
WWX, in the meantime, when he’s not plastered to LWJ’s person or dangling A-Yuan over their garden, works determinedly on renovating the tiny house to be a full on guest suite in preparation for his parents arrival at the end of the month.
They also work together on converting LWJ’s old childhood bedroom to a nursery.

The theme is unsurprisingly rabbits. WWX had refused to entertain another concept. They were going for a classical Chinese style meets Beatrix Potter woodland whimsy.
LWJ helps as he can.

While he is not as skilled at crafts for furniture making as his mate, he can decorate as good as anyone.

He spends his spare time scouring the internet for things that meet his very specific texture and color criteria.
Soon the nursery is so overflowing with boxes that they have to start moving things to be stored in LXC’s old room.

LWJ feels this is only fair as half of the overflow items are courtesy of LXC, who has lost all sense, ordering every cute bunny related baby thing he encounters.
“Xichen, why did we get a tricycle in the mail?”

“Isn’t it cute? It has little bunnies on the basket! I know it’s a little early but we cannot guarantee this will still be available in a few years.”

“A little early—Xichen, my child isn’t even born… I’m giving this to A-Yuan”
LXC has been at odds with LQR on this, who has also been surprisingly opinionated about toys.

“The only toys the baby needs are things that will be helpful to their development. All the extra cutesy stuff is a waste,” he insists.
LQR has been calling LWJ everyday to inform him about his recent findings in the books he’s reading about child development.

He’s currently reading about the Montessori method, which he and WWX have been listening to the audiobook version as they work, at Shufu’s insistence.
Telling LQR about his pregnancy had been an adventure in itself. An accidental one.

His mother hosted an outdoor dinner for LXC’s birthday at LWJ’s house, taking over their kitchen much to LWJ’s chagrin.
It had been a small affair, of just the three of them plus WWX and LQR.

When LQR arrived with LXC, with a beautiful strawberry joconde cake in hand, he’d taken one look at LWJ and his pregnant stomach and promptly dropped the cake.
“Wangji….What am I seeing?” He had asked with his eyes firmly closed.

LXC exchanged a helpless look with LWJ, “you haven’t told him yet?!”

“I thought you would—” LWJ started but was cut off by his mother’s cackling laughter.
LQR just sighed.

“Xifeng, do you have any of that baijiu I gifted you last new year? I think it’s time…” LQR asked their mother, collapsing into a chair.

“Shufu, you don’t drink—” LWJ protested as he attempted to salvage what he could of the cake from the floor.
“I should have seen this coming… I’ve known since you were 15 and that boy wouldn’t stop following you around,” LQR stared at the ceiling, shaking his head.

“I thought to myself, this boy is going to try to impregnate my nephew, I just know it...”
WWX chose this moment to arrive downstairs, “Lan Shushu! Are you ready to be a Shugong?! Oh— Are we doing shots!?”

LQR abruptly came out of his existential crisis at that.

“...So when is the wedding?”
At their flushed hesitation, LQR gaze darkened, turning to look at WWX, “You /are/ planning on making an honest man out of my nephew, aren’t you?”

WWX looked alarmed, “of course! It’s just…We’ve talked about it but—”
“Kids these days seem reluctant to get a real marriage and let me tell you, a mating bond is one thing, that allows you certain rights, of course, but in the eyes of the law, a legal marriage—” Shufu continued, looking riled up.
“Shufu, we have talked about it. We would like to get married,” LWJ interjects.

“But we want to wait until Wei Ying’s parents can also be here,” LWJ says as he takes WWX’s hand encouragingly.
“Oh— of course,” LQR nodded, looking appeased.

“It will be difficult to plan with things as they are anyway… Does your father know?”

LWJ just frowned and shook his head. “I have not been able to get a hold of him,” he shrugs.
LWJ did not need to look at his mother to know she looked murderous. He could feel the pull of her anger.

LQR just shook his head again, looking irritated himself. “I will make sure he contacts you. He will regret it otherwise.”
Later, after dinner and after LXC blew a candle out stuck in a dollop of cream on one of the candied strawberries they saved from the cake, LQR turned back to WWX.

“So, Wuxian have your parents been able to secure travel? I have a friend at the Embassy if they are in need.”
“They are currently quarantining to prepare, actually, the plan is for them to come at the end of the month, if all things go smoothly. I’m finishing the tiny house to be a guest suite…”

This suitably distracted everyone as they insisted on getting a tour of the tiny house.
LWJ felt nothing but pride watching his family's impressed reactions looking at the craftsmanship and fine detail WWX put into the home.

LWJ had been shocked that WWX was able to complete the bathroom and the home’s finishings so remarkably fast once he started back up again…
WWX had eventually admitted to LWJ that he could have finished the house months ago, before their first heat.

He had just been reluctant to move of LWJ’s home and made some vague excuses about late deliveries to delay it.
“Good, I didn’t want you to move in here anyway,” LWJ replied, feeling quite smug. WWX just sputtered and insisted they “explore the joys of having sex in a loft”.

It was only afterward when WWX helps a waddling LWJ down the stairs that he frowns, staring back up at the loft.
“Oh my god, wait, my parents are going to be living here… what have I done?!”

WWX later changed the bedding and re-positioned the bed, to “welcome better feng shui” but LWJ knew his motives…
When WWX originally intended to build the tiny house for himself, he’d been coming off of living two years in a van.

The tiny house was a compromise. A way for him to feel settled and more secure while also allowing him the freedom to come and go, should he still choose.
Though as WWX adapted to living with LWJ, he grew less keen on relocating the tiny house at all. Instead he started expanding his plans for the home, making it more spacious, to accommodate a more sedentary lifestyle. Things, of course, evolved from there once lockdown started…
The house itself is beautifully done. Some of WWX’s best work.

The house has excellent functionality and WWX built an extension for the living room area to increase the living space with gorgeous open windows to overlook the mountainous countryside.
LWJ thinks WWX’s parents are in for a treat indeed. They’ve spent years living in run down structures and hostels, so this will seem like a luxury.

WWX even managed to fit a full size bathtub in there (after getting another soaker tub in their own bathroom suite first!).
LWJ is happy to see WWX feel true pride in his work, to feel like he’s offering something nice for his parents too.

The arrival of Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze bring about another milestone in LWJ’s pregnancy and their life together.
While WWX has always been close to LWJ’s mother, LWJ has never gotten the chance to be close with WWX’s parents.

He’s only met them in person a handful of times over the course of the decade he’s known WWX.
So their arrival two days before WWX’s birthday leaves LWJ feeling a little frantic.

LWJ’s mother comes over to help him cook and calm him down after he rearranges the pillows in the guest house for the 4th time in a row.
WWX left on his own to collect his parents from the airport earlier that day.

It’s nearly a two hour drive so LWJ wanted to allow the three of them to have that time alone together before their attention inevitably turned to LWJ and his pregnancy.
“It will be alright, baobei, they adore you. I’ve heard it from their mouths directly! They’re just as happy as I am that you two have bonded,” his mother encourages him, as she gently scents him before taking her leave.
The three arrive in a windwhirl of motion and laughter just as LWJ has sat Totoro down to adjust the tiny little bowtie the little bunny was viciously trying to remove.

“You’ve got to look nice for your grandparents,” LWJ was just whispering to him, fixing it to sit straight.
The rabbit leaps away however, as LWJ rushes to stand and greet them. It’s for the best, as CS immediately converges on him. “A-Zhan, let me see you! Let me see you!”

She cups his face in her hands.
Her hands feel warm and small against his skin. He’s always surprised by how small she is.

She’s got WWX’s face on a tiny frame whereas WCZ towers over her, standing at the same height as WWX.
“Goodness, I am always surprised by how handsome you are! Even more so in person!” CS cheers, her voice with a light accent, patting LWJ’s cheeks happily.

“Even more so now,” she beams up at him.
“May I?” she indicates to his belly. LWJ nods and she happily rubs his stomach. “Hello grandbaby! We can’t wait to meet you!”

WWX’s father comes behind CS to smile happily at LWJ too. He’s gotten more grey since LWJ has last seen him but he’s still a handsome man.
LWJ used to get incredibly flustered around him.

Now, though, LWJ is happily mated and the scent WCZ puts off is purely “Dad”, so LWJ just kindly nods at him in greeting in return.
CS and WCZ are both alphas but they smell similar enough to WWX that LWJ feels himself relax.

WWX has his giant eye crinkling smile on, as his arm winds around LWJ’s waist. His happiness radiates so strongly through the bond that LWJ fears he might tear up.
“Now then, we know you boys have a rabbit theme for the baby, but we couldn’t resist,” CS waves her hand at WCZ who pulls a small stuffed red ox from his carry on bag to present to them.

“Since it’ll be an Ox lunar year baby,” WCZ gives the little ox to WWX.
WWX takes it and makes it kiss LWJ’s cheek.

It does not match their baby nursery decor but for WWX’s parents, LWJ will accept it. It is quite cute.

“Now, now, baby this means you /really/ can’t come out too early you hear your Nai Nai?” CS waggles her finger at LWJ’s stomach.
“Ah, these must be your other little ones then,” WCZ says upon spotting the rabbits watching them from inside their play pin. He folds himself down to calmly let them sniff him curiously.
CS is a little more boisterous, like her son, so when she comes blustering over all but Peach scamper away.

LWJ hands her a treat to encourage Peach to come to her. He shows her how to hold the rabbit, which she does enthusiastically.
“Come on then, Nai Nai,” WWX smiles, plucking Peach out her arms and handing her back to LWJ. “I know you’re both tired. Let me show you the guest house and then we’ll eat.”

LWJ smiles following along behind them as WWX’s parents enthuse on how beautiful their home is.
They are both delighted with the tiny house, exclaiming how luxurious it is.

WCZ immediately starts asks technical questions that LWJ has no idea anything about. He is happy to still be holding Peach to give him something to do.
Eventually CS intervenes to herd them back in the main house for dinner. “You boys can’t talk shop just yet, let me eat first. Now A-Zhan, A-Ying tells me what a wonderful cook you are…”
🛑 for tonight bc Sleep. I'll be back tomorrow for WWX's bday. The Jiang siblings make their glorious return. Also some Pregji cravings.... 🤔
CW: a/b/o and mpreg. NGL, I feel like I wrote this next section in a fugue state and recall nothing fdlksjfklsd. So I'll warn as I post if necessary...
WWX’s bday marks one year to the day of LWJ asking WWX to move in with him to his mother’s old home.

While the rest of the world has been stagnant, LWJ feels that this has been the best year of his life. Only made so because of WWX and the life they’ve begun to build together.
So, LWJ wants to make the day special.

While LWJ can’t throw WWX the large party he deserves, he does his best to at least safely coordinate with some of WWX’s closest friends...
JC is an event planner so all LWJ has to do is mention he’d like to have an outdoor dinner for WWX at the farm and JC is already planning the logistics.

It is both satisfyingly efficient and infuriating.
They end up in a passive aggressive text argument about the food but JC ultimately agrees that ordering from the Wen’s restaurant makes the most sense.

LWJ will also make a few desserts and JYL will provide some of WWX’s favorites as well, like her Hubei-inspired soup.
WQ and WN are also coming over for the evening and plan to build a fire pit outside with their father.

LWJ reluctantly adds them to the groupchat with the Jiangs and it’s chaos from there.
~ Scene Kid Wuxian's Secret Bday Chat~

WQ: We’ve been looking up weird creepypasta stories we feel Wuxian would enjoy. What’s a fire pit without scary stories…

WN: Also S’mores~😊

JYL: S’mores are a must! ✨
JC: Just find one about crows being ominous and he’ll love it

WN: This is true 👆🏼

*Wen Ning has renamed the chat to "CrowBoy Wuxian's Secret Birthday Chat"*

JC: Ok wait tho! We should all try to pick out stories then & whosoever he likes best doesn’t have to help clean up.
WQ: I would like to personally disqualify Wangji in that case. Wuxian is biased. Wangji could read the ABC’s and he would be thrilled.

WN: 😂 ALSO TRUE

JYL: 😂💕💖 Oh no, that’s so cute though!
JC: fkdjslfksd HELP

JC: I keep forgetting they actually got their act together. I don’t know if I’m ready to witness irl 🤢

*Lan Wangji disliked “I keep forgetting they actually got their act together. I don’t know if I’m ready to witness irl🤢”*
LWJ: Wanyin, I’m still in the chat. 🔪

JYL: For the record, I’m personally very ready to witness cuties irl 🥺🥰💕

JYL:… But I agree Wangji you’re disqualified 😂
They decide to make it a surprise, with WWX just thinking that he and LWJ will have a big dinner with their parents and call it a night.

But the fact is that WWX seems to have his own plans in mind for how he would like to spend his birthday...
That morning, while LWJ brushes his teeth, he presses himself to LWJ’s back while his hands give an affectionate rub to his belly.

“Bunny,” WWX murmurs against LWJ’s neck. His hands slither down under the waistband of LWJ’s pants.
“Let’s call it a night early tonight, yeah? I already know how I’d like to spend my birthday~”

He then pulls away to present LWJ with a wide flat box tied with a ribbon.

“Wei Ying, what is this? It’s /your/ birthday—” he starts after spitting out his toothpaste.
“A little something for you, a little something for me,” WWX smirks a little as he nudges the box to LWJ. LWJ is flushing before he even opens the box, already having a clue what is inside.

Sure enough, he’s not disappointed.
Inside is a baby blue nightie with matching lace underwear and garters. The nightie has an open slit in the middle, to accommodate his baby bump.

WWX just gives him a kiss and wink before wandering downstairs to where his father is attempting to fry youtaio for WWX’s breakfast.
In this moment, LWJ deeply regrets contacting JC.

Still, he endures.

When he and WWX walk over with his parents that evening to the Wen’s outdoor patio, WQ and WN are already outside helping to set the table.
WN has A-Yuan on his hip, who waves eagerly at them. WWX’s face brightens immediately.

“All my favorites are here!” WWX cheers happily at the sight of them.

WQ just exchanges a look with LWJ, “almost all of them…”
And with that JYL and JC leap out from the inside the house.

“SURPRISE!” JYL cheers, shooting confetti at WWX.

WWX shrieks running the rest of the way to joyously embrace her. WWX hasn’t seen his old childhood friends since JYL’s husband's birthday back in February.
JYL laughs, hugging him back as WWX all but lifts her off the ground.

When he releases her, the two of them jump up and down excitedly for a moment before they turn on JC.

JC tries to look deadpan but cannot hold the expression, smiling when it’s his turn to be embraced.
LWJ decides maybe JC isn’t completely terrible in that moment.

WWX’s parents laugh in delight at their son’s joy. LWJ just smiles and reaches for A-Yuan who squirms free from his cousin into LWJ’s arms.

“Hi Gege! Hi baby!” A-Yuan greets, patting LWJ’s bump in greeting.
“Oh!” JYL exclaims once her attention is drawn to him, her eyes fixed on LWJ’s belly.

JC is much less elegant about it and his response resembles a screech of what LWJ images a pterodactyl to sound like.
“—What the FUCK IS THAT?” he bellows, pointing accusingly at LWJ’s stomach.

LWJ scowls, covering A-Yuan’s ears as the boy giggles. “Gege, he said a bad word.”

“That would be a baby,” WQ deadpans.
“A-Xian!” JYL exclaims, her jaw agape. She seems torn between joy, shock, and confusion.

“Hehe… surprise?!” WWX offers, making finger guns at them. He sends a pleading look to LWJ.
LWJ sighs, brushing past them to let WWX deal with the fallout of this.

It’s what he deserves after teasing LWJ so much after "The Great Cake Disaster" with Shufu, as WWX has coined the incident.
CW miscarriage

He knows WWX wanted to tell them once they got past the 12 week mark but he hesitated. JYL was having some issues trying to conceive so he worried that their news might come at a sensitive time. WWX didn’t share details but LWJ wondered if perhaps she miscarried.
(don't worry little A-Ling is coming soon!)
Then with the looming arrival of WWX’s parents, they both got quite distracted. So LWJ supposes it makes sense that it just slipped their minds.

“Hey, at least he told you they got together,” LWJ hears WQ reason. “I had to find out via Wangji’s appointment request.”
At JC indignant squawking, CS laughs, “I suppose I should be honored we were properly informed,” she winks at LWJ.

Outside of JC’s pouting, dinner is quite a success, LWJ is having a nice time, spending most of evening holding hands with either his mate or A-Yuan.
He enjoys listening to JYL and WWX’s parents stories about young WWX.

LWJ fantasizes about what their child will be like. If they will be as curious and mischievous as a young WWX or if they will be more solemn and demanding to be held the way LWJ was as a child.
His night is only somewhat dampened when JC sits down next to LWJ at the firepit, staring accusingly at LWJ’s bump as if it has committed a grievous offense.

“So when are you due?” He addresses LWJ but is loud enough that everyone is a part of the conversation.
“End of February!” WWX chimes.

JC nods. “And do you know what the baby is yet or…?”

“They’re either a male omega or female alpha, which is unsurprising,” WQ offers.
CW intersex anatomy

It’s not until the baby is born and they start projecting their scent that a gender can be determined, as both indistinguishable at birth.

“Even then, gender is fluid though! We love our little baby no matter what,” WWX smiles happily at LWJ.
“But, I won’t lie, I'm manifesting for a girl! Jiejie’s are the best, so I’m hoping we have a girl first!” WWX pats LWJ's belly.

“Gege’s are nice too,” LWJ offers, though he thinks WWX might be right about their baby. His instincts are telling him it’s a girl.
“Well, A-Yuan is gonna be gege no matter what, isn’t that right A-Yuan?” WWX tickles the boy, who sits between him and LWJ, shoving marshmallows in his mouth.

“Mmhhrm,” A-Yuan nods seriously, his cheeks puffed out.
The Jiang siblings end up staying until 1am, so needless to say LWJ doesn’t get to try out the lingerie.

He can’t seem the bring himself to regret it, though, as the happiness coming from his mate as he looks between LWJ, his parents, and their friends, makes it all worthwhile.
🛑 for tonight. In this thread, we say only happiness and love and family for my bby WWX 💕. He deserves.

I'll be back tomorrow or Tuesday (prob Tues) with a final update. Then an epilogue?
I see a million typos in this but I'm hoping the update is cute enough to distract you ✌🏼
👶🏻🏡🌱

IT'S BABY TIME!

CW: a/b/o, mpreg, some fluids???, birth symptoms but non graphic birth...
Fortunately, they make the most of the lingerie set for the next month or so.

Unfortunately, by the time LWJ is in his 3rd trimester, his skin is so sensitive that the feeling of the synthetic fabric makes him absolutely irate.
“It was fun while it lasted,” WWX says forlornly, tidying their nest where LWJ has ripped the nightie in his haste to remove it.

His nipples are so sensitive that certain fabrics against his skin are absolutely unbearable.
He’s spending more and more time in their nest shirtless purely due to his growing resentment toward having to wear shirts.

His belly is stretched to an uncomfortable degree now.

WWX hates to see LWJ so miserable and so he dotes on him as much as he can.
WWX’s parents help with some of WWX’s commission work and LWJ’s mother comes over with food made by Popo every day, so he has more spare time to simply follow LWJ around everywhere.
He finds LWJ three times a day to massage his aching muscles and rub cocoa butter on LWJ’s pulling skin. Scenting him and murmuring what a good mate and father he is.

LWJ only milks it a little, though he would never admit to this.
The nursery is complete when WCZ presents the two with a crib and matching bassinet he made by his own hand.

LWJ weeps at the sight of the little bunny designs he’s carved into it.
WWX tucks LWJ into his arms and reassures his father who looks mildly traumatized by LWJ’s tears.

“It’s alright Ye Ye, we love it very much! We’re just feeling a little emotional…”
With the colder months, comes new lockdowns. CS was correct in predicting a resurgence.

They’ve decided to delay their wedding until the spring, after LWJ has given birth and vaccinations hopefully start to roll out.
They plan to just go to the local courthouse to get their marriage certificate and then have a small barbecue with their closest friends on the farm.

WWX laments not being able to have something more lavish.

“My mate deserves nothing but the most wonderful wedding he wants!”
But LWJ has never been interested in such a thing and WWX knows this.

Sure enough, one night WWX whispers into the dark safety of their nest how he’s always dreamed of having a big wedding.
“It’s so basic of me,” WWX murmurs sheepishly into LWJ’s hair.

“We can delay it, Wei Ying, I don’t mind,” LWJ offers.

“We can always just get a marriage license to appease Shufu and then plan for a bigger wedding when restrictions lift a little more…”
WWX just sighs, “I’d honestly rather not wait. All that stuff doesn’t matter, I just want to be married to you right away.”

But LWJ can’t stop thinking about longing tone of WWX’s voice as he talked about them dressing in red, having a tea ceremony with their parents...
So LWJ reluctantly endures JC’s unhinged micromanaging to at least insure their smaller event will be all WWX dreamed of.

According to Meng Yao’s inside intel, vaccinations should be in full effect by spring. So they can tentatively plan for a small affair on the Wen’s farm.
They don’t plan on inviting more than just their closest family and friends. The Wens. The Jiangs. MianMian. The Nie brothers and Meng Yao.

That’s all they need.

There is only one more person missing ...
LWJ’s father… well, he eventually calls him from an internet cafe in the town close to the temple he’s living in.

While LWJ’s conversations with his father are usually always somewhat awkward, this one is particularly so.
His father is dressed in his monk attire, his head freshly shaved, as he stares wide-eyed at LWJ’s bump.

“Wangji… you are happy?”

The question takes LWJ aback but he nods with confidence.
“Then this is wonderful news. I am happy for you,” his father sounds the most genuine LWJ can ever remember him being.

The raw emotion makes LWJ shift around, unable to determine how he should react.
“I don’t know if you and your mate have decided names already,” his father adds quietly. “But before we knew what you were, your mother and I liked the name Qingshan for a girl.”

“It’s a reference to a poem by Xin Qiji—
—it's about the longing for a soul mate. ‘Qingshan’ is from a verse that describes blue-green colored mountains and is also used in a phrase that can translate to ‘persistence’ in English.... I think for you, that might be a lovely name,” his father nods.
LWJ manages to wait until after they hang up to cry about it.

He and WWX have already decided on their preferred names, but as LWJ stares out the window that evening, watching the sunset over the mountains, he thinks “Qingshan” might make a beautiful courtesy name.
*

One night after LWJ gets up to pee, he is unable to go back to sleep.

His mother was right in that he has a hard time getting a full nights rest nowadays. He’s constantly shifting in discomfort or having to relieve his bladder.
LWJ pauses from outside the nest to watch his mate, who sleeps soundly. He blooms momentarily in affection at the small snuffling sound WWX makes in his sleep.

With a sigh, LWJ makes his way downstairs, gripping the railing tightly as he has to slowly shuffle down.
There is a light on in the kitchen which makes him frown. When he wanders over, he finds CSSR bundled up in a blanket at the kitchen counter with a massive bowl of ice cream in front of her.

She startles at his sudden appearance and then laughs at herself.
“Aiyo, baobei, you scared me… Forgive this old Nai Nai. It’s so quiet here, sometimes it’s hard for me to sleep.”

LWJ just nods, he can’t relate to her personally but he thinks he understands what she means.
“I normally don’t break into your home but we were out of chili oil. This is a vital ingredient so here we are… your little one there was been keeping me company,” CS smiles at where Lil Apple watches her eat from her pin.
At the appearance of LWJ, the rabbit stands up on her hind legs for attention. LWJ easily scoops her up in his arms and sits next to CSSR.

Once the rabbit has settled on his bump, both she and LWJ eye the ice cream…
“Oh! Would you like some?” CSSR is already getting up to get him a bowl before he finishes nodding.

“This is fun! I never get to baby you! Xifeng and A-Ying already have that covered so indulge me,” she smiles as she carefully scoops three perfect spheres into a bowl.
“I’m like A-Ying and like mine with chili oil but I know you’re not the biggest fan. Do you want anything else with it?” she asks.

LWJ eyes the large container of Lao Gan Ma next to her bowl. LWJ would normally find it unappetizing but now… he’s curious...
He’s had the strangest cravings lately, the aromas coming off WWX’s heavily spiced food are… intriguing.

“I would like to try it,” he whispers, nodding at the chili oil.
CSSR blinks in surprise but laughs happily as she spoons a small amount into his bowl.

“Just a little bit! I don’t want you to get heartburn. I craved spice so much when I had A-Ying. I spent my entire 3rd trimester with the worst heartburn...”
LWJ is surprised when he tastes it, there is the predictable sting that he usually doesn’t care for but with the cold ice cream, it’s actually quite enjoyable.

He has to resist the urge to devour it, not wanting to appear too uncivilized in front of his future mother-in-law.
“Good, right?” CS beams. “A-Ying and I would always eat our ice cream like this when he was little. Changze thought we were out of our minds.”

LWJ chuckles at that. They eat their ice cream in companionable silence for a while.
“What was he like… Wei Ying, when he was little? I’ve heard a some about his childhood but what was he like as a baby?”

“Oh, my A-Ying was the best baby in the world! Just the easiest baby, I was so spoiled. He barely cried—
He was so sweet. Just the happiest little guy. He loved when his Baba carried him so he could be extra high—” CSSR enthuses.

LWJ smiles as she eagerly recounts many of her favorite moments.

LWJ’s later heartburn is worth it.
*
When his due date comes and goes, everyone has a laugh about it at first. But when another week goes by, their shared household is rife with tension.

His mother camps out in LXC’s old room at night. WQ has started driving all the way to her fathers house each evening—
to sleep in her old bedroom in preparation.

Everyone eyes LWJ as a ticking time bomb ready to pop at any moment.

He feels that way too.

LWJ is miserable at this point. He barely leaves the nest and he’s so uncomfortable it’s making him lash out.
He flat out ignores his brother and uncle’s numerous phone calls. He’s fussed at his mother multiple times. And worst of all, he snapped at WWX when he tried to give him his morning massage.

“Don’t touch me!” LWJ huffed irritably at WWX’s insistent hands.
His back hurts so much, it just felt like too much at the time.

WWX had looked like a kicked kitten at the rejection. And his scent soured so devastatingly that LWJ felt like the worst person in the entire world.
WQ arrived with A-Yuan later that evening before his bedtime, WWX hovering guilty behind her.

They haven’t been bringing him over lately. The boy's been going back to staying with Popo as everyone prepared for LWJ to give birth.
CW lactation

“Scenting might help,” she offered, assisting the little boy in climbing into his nest. It did provide some temporary relief for a while ... until he got the strangest pinching sensation in his chest instead.

“Gege, you're all wet,” A-Yuan sleepily observed.
CW lactaction

When WQ plucked the boy away as he was starting to nuzzle into his chest, LWJ actually growled.

WQ just ignored him. “You’re starting to lactate, that’s a good sign. May I examine you?”
LWJ just growled again, offended that A-Yuan has been removed from his nest.

“Lan Zhan, it’s alright…” WWX attempted to soothe through the bond, bouncing A-Yuan in his arms.
CW bodily fluids

LWJ only stops growling when he sees A-Yuan safely in his mate’s arms, though he glares through the entire examination.

“Any contractions? Discharge?”
“Some this morning,” LWJ grunts, shifting around in an attempt to get comfortable. His back hurts no matter how he positions himself.

“I’m going to come back tomorrow morning but text me if anything changes.”

She takes A-Yuan with her when she leaves, making LWJ feel bereft.
“Oh no, baby, don’t be sad,” WWX crawls into the nest with him. He reaches for him but pauses before he touches him.

This makes LWJ feel even worse, tears flowing steadily from his eyes. He curls into WWX’s embrace, who kisses and scents him until he falls into a fitful sleep.
As he drifts, he’s able to hear WWX whisper quietly into the night, “Baby, I know it’s nice in there but you’re making Diedie not feel good. Come out soon and you’ll get to feel what’s its like when Diedie holds you in his arms. I promise it’s the best feeling in the world…”
LWJ wakes sometime in the early morning when he has to pee but he cannot maneuver himself to move out of the nest. Reluctantly, he wakes WWX for help.

“Ah, it’s alright let your alpha help you,” WWX reaches his arms out to help guide LWJ out of the nest.
WWX grunts under the weight and LWJ feels the size of a small planet.

Just as WWX gets him on his feet, LWJ hisses as a shooting pain in his back increases. He breathes through it, he’s been having Braxton Hicks contractions for weeks now but this feels particularly awful.
CW bodily fluids

LWJ is confused when a wet gushing sensation floods between his legs.

“Oh!” WWX blinks down at his now sodden pants.

LWJ wants to crawl under their nest and never come out. He’s so mortified.
CW bodily fluids

He’s even more mortified when WWX bends down on his knees to sniff.

“Wei Ying!”

“I’m just checking if it’s pee or— Lan Zhan, I don’t smell anything... Let’s go to the bathroom and have a look, okay?”
His mate is so kind. WWX’s eyes are so gentle and encouraging that LWJ tears up, pushing down his humiliation to shuffle to the bathroom.

Less than 15 minutes later finds WQ back in their bedroom looking out of breath with LWJ’s mother following her inside.
“Jesus, Wangji,” she mutters, snapping her gloves in place. She then practically yells when she feels how dilated he is.

“You were barely dilated last night and now… I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You two never do anything halfway, so of course your baby wouldn’t either.”
LWJ just groans from where he’s firmly wrapped in WWX’s arms, reaching for his mother’s hand, who gently scents his wrist.

Their daughter is born at sunset.
She’s got a full head of hair and a full set of lungs. Her scent is strong and immediate, making itself known as soon as WQ guides her to rest against LWJ’s scent gland.

She snuffles into his bare skin, feeling safe and content at her parent’s shared scent.
LWJ feels such a fierce wave of love that he’s dizzy with it.

WWX weeps in response.

LWJ gently wipes at his mates eyes, guiding his hand to come rest against their daughter’s small form.
WWX’s finger reverently strokes over the swell of her pink cheek.

LWJ is sore and so exhausted but he can’t stop himself from smiling.

“Hello there, my little Wei Ziyi. You are our greatest joy.”
👶🏻🏡🌱

Epilogue coming tomorrow.

👶🏻🏡🌱

3 months later...

They get married at sunset, as the sky glows with a warm kaleidoscope of color. The same time their daughter was born into the world.

The golden hue of the setting sun shines off the vermillion robes LWJ, WWX, and their little one are all dressed in.
They decided to pair the event with Ziyi’s 100 day celebration, it was an auspicious date, so they can make the most of it.

They’d spent the better part of the afternoon accepting gifts on her behalf as the baby thrived with all the attention.
She’s got her temperament from WWX and is a happy, curious child. Always smiling and eager to laugh.

She does have her Diedie’s stubborn streak though, which their family finds out when she latches on to Shufu’s beard and refuses to let go.
It’s not exactly the lavish wedding WWX envisioned or the traditional one Shufu had hoped for, but it’s their own, so it is perfect.

It’s a small affair, like they planned. Just their closest family and friends, no more than 25 people.
They’ve built a platform to hover in the lotus pond that WWX has been cultivating for the past year. It is surrounded by lanterns, fairy lights, and lotus flowers, transforming their small garden into an otherworldly scene.

LWJ is loath to admit that JC has done a stunning job.
Shufu officiates which was somewhat of a surprise. He’s apparently spent his lockdown doing things like getting ordained.

A-Yuan is their flower boy, who hands flowers to his mother, Popo, NMJ, JYL, MianMian, WN, and LXC, on behalf of Ziyi, before dumping the rest over his head.
LWJ and WWX are walked to the platform by their mothers from opposite ends, where they each step barefoot through the shallow lotus pond to meet in the middle.

Their families cry through the ceremony but LWJ and WWX are too caught up in each other to notice.
When they kiss, sweeping each other in their arms, Ziyi squeals in excitement from LXC’s hold, making reaching gestures toward her parents.

WWX laughs in elation, stepping forward to collect her into their embrace so she can get her kisses too.
It’s only then that WWX tears up, while holding both her and LWJ in his arms.

LWJ just wipes his tears away and holds his mate in return.
They do the tea ceremony next with, LWJ’s mother and WCZ weeping quietly through the entirety.

CSSR just smiles and makes faces at Ziyi, who is strapped to WWX’s chest, her little arm flailing, trying to grab at her Nai Nai and the pretty tea cups in front of them.
They eat a small feast for dinner, catered by the Jiangs and Wens in tandem, with all their favorite dishes.

The Wens have built another firepit, which they all gather around after dinner.

WWX is happily wound around LWJ like a barnacle and LWJ has Ziyi tucked in his arms.
LWJ can’t remember a time he’s felt so light, his bond with WWX radiates like a pulse between them.

After some time, LWJ finds eyelids drooping, his forehead resting against WWX’s cheek.

“Sleepy?” WWX murmurs.

“Mn.”
WWX just kisses his forehead.

“Time to put my babies to bed… It’s been a long day, huh, Yiyi? Have you ever seen that many people before?” WWX teases ticking their daughter who blinks sleepily as she attempts to chew a strand of LWJ's hair.
“Do you think they’ll notice if we escape?” WWX nods at their family and friends all still gathered around.

LWJ’s mother and LXC are delightedly singing a karaoke duet at the top of their lungs. The Wens are chasing A-Yuan around a life size jenga game.
WN and JYL chat over dessert, her pregnant belly just starting to swell.

WCZ stares, his brow furrowed in confusion as he looks between NMJ and MY and then back at LXC.

CSSR, WQ, and MianMian appear to be huddled together, making bets on when he connects the dots.
LWJ smiles, just tucking his face back in WWX’s neck.

“They might notice Ziyi’s absence before ours.”
WWX chuckles, “That’s definitely true. What do you say, Yiyi, should we risk it?”

“Mn, yes, let’s go home,” LWJ agrees on his daughters behalf.

And the two walk hand-in-hand, with their baby in their arms, through their garden and back to their home.
FIN.

👶🏻🏡🌱

Thanks for riding this out with me! This got way longer than planned!
In case you are wondering, yes, both myself (and JC) were inspired by the wedding scene in Crazy Rich Asians. One of the best wedding scenes of all time! Obvs, WX's version here is a little more lowkey but just as beautiful 💕.

Also, this fic is now on A03! The 2nd half will be posted over there this weekend.

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Aug 26, 2023
mpreg //
age difference //

i'm watching saving face and i'm thinking about med student sizhui having LWJ turn up at his door with all his suitcases & no explanation.

6 furious phone calls from shugong later... turns out his ba is knocked up 😵‍💫
sizhui lives in a small apartment w his best friend jingyi, who is delighted that the place is clean for once & to receive home cooked meals by LWJ. sizhui loves his dad, but is at a loss of what to do. LWJ refuses to acknowledge his pregnancy...
"Bofu... do you know who the father is?"

"He won't say. You know how your Ba is..." LXC sighs over the phone. LXC made a valiant effort to encourage LWJ to come stay with him but LXC lives with his husband NMJ and his younger brother already in another city.
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Jul 11, 2023
I'm thinking about a modern au where Mama Lan lives + Farmerxian is her helpful young man neighbor that helps her around the house/property. When her cityboy son LWJ comes to visit, he is prepared to dislike this "A-Ying" since Mama talks so fondly of him and thats not allowed.
By the time he's finished packing the food, he's sweating again. He only has time for a quick shower before WWX collects him.

His hair is still wet when WWX texts him that he's on the way, so he just embraces it and uses some mousse to scrunch his bangs into an artful wave.
Since WWX insisted on LWJ wearing the blue shorts, he tries to keep the rest of his look casual. He opts for fitted white tank top & a loose navy & white striped button up that he leaves open.

At the last moment, he grabs for his sunhat just as he hears WWX's car close outside.
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Mar 24, 2023
Thinking of little WWX going to the library after school…It’s his safe space away from the dysfunction of the Jiang household. He notices another little boy around his age that is always there, sitting quietly doing his homework with his bunny backpack.
WWX genuinely loves it there! He is curious little guy so he spends his time learning new things when he finishes his homework each day. He’s teaching himself about astronomy now. But, he finds himself getting distracted, keeping tabs on the other boy who always sits by himself.
He wants to say hi so bad! But the Library aunties are so nice, he doesn’t want to get in trouble. They always save the newest books they’d think he’d like and give him stickers.

So he just observes for now, smiling hugely any time the boy looks in his general direction.
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Jan 28, 2023
Just thinking about Cryptid!WWX who bring LWJ little gifts like a crow. After a day of terrorizing local wildlife + having a laugh @ dodging cryptid chasers, he's hovering outside LWJ's window leaving him a nice shell he found and some gemstones he cracked open just for him.
LWJ is just minding his business getting ready for bed all 👀😳 "thank you" each time he gets a new gift which makes Cryptidxian puff up proudly before he disappears with a blinding flash of light (think Mothman vibes- interdimensial travels/ass that doesn't quit).
LWJ puts the treasures on a little display by the window so Cryptidxian can see them, he seems to puff up happily even more when he does.

LWJ is marked down as scared/horny re: this Creature following him around. Should he be Concerned that this is some sort of feeding ritual?
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Dec 6, 2022
Thinking about massage therapist LWJ... He would be So Good at it. 👀

WWX leaves that appointment a changed man. 😳 His whole world view shifted.
WWX who generally sits like a shrimp, gets immersed in his work for hours and forgets to drink water. Is just getting bullied by this beautiful man with large man hands about posture and hydration as he tortures him and twists him around, digging into his muscles.
LWJ's voice is soft and deep, which WWX decides is just LETHAL. His asexual spectrum ass is moaning and groaning the whole time and to make it all the worse, he pops a fucking boner in the middle of the session. 😳😩🍆
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Nov 16, 2022
SOS I was making progress on my next chapter when I stumbled upon info about BSSR and realized I fucked up some of the lore about her and now I'm rewriting some part of chapter one 😭
In my defense, this fic is CQL-verse and non of this is explicitly mentioned, so I'd be within my right to just leave it as it but it will ANNOY ME. So I'm reworking it... 😩
I had this notion in my head that BSSR only accepts very few disciples and only takes them one at a time and then when they finish they leave and go on their way. Rather, it seems she has many disciples that chose to stay with her and those that choose to leave can never return
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