#PregjiSeason soon after lotus pier burns lwj dreams of being fucked by wwx. they've never had sex in real life. never kissed. lwj doesn't even know if wwx returns his feelings.
when he realises he's pregnant he thinks it's a curse, at first.
cw mpreg
i just think if you get your core removed and then develop a new form of cultivation you can accidentally dreamfuck your crush and knock them up with your baby, as a treat
the dream sex is tender and desperate and rough all at once, wwx kissing his cheekbones, his mouth as he grinds deep into him. everything around them is dark.
they both think they're taking comfort in a sweet dream only uh. well.
i realise this isn't where my 'courtesan warprize lwj' thoughts should be going, but what if yllz tries to abscond with wrh's favourite courtesan and grabs the WRONG ONE
everyone knows wrh adores his favourite courtesan, has written rhapsodic love poetry about his unblemished skin and midnight hair etc etc, so wwx sees lwj and goes 'yeah that's definitely the right one'
meanwhile, lwj is the Worst Courtesan Ever. definitely not the favourite.
cw ref to non/dubcon
lwj is handsome, yes.but he is forbidding, and palpably fucking hates everyone. he was roped into the life at the fall of cr/the whims of wrh, and he's not going to pretend to be happy. being bad at his job is his rebellion.
can't stop won't stop thinking about alpha lwj going into rut and his friend beta wwx 'helping' him out and realising he's extremely, extremely into being treated like lwj's slutty, needy omega
wwx is supportive of his alpha and omega friends of course! but he doesn't have heats or ruts and like most betas is just like, 'scenting??? biting?? seasonal horniness? thank god i don't need to deal with that shit'
it's only when he moves in with his best friend lwj that he realises how much it can suck to be on the non-beta end of things. lwj's ruts are *bad* (his jiejie's were always pretty gentle - she just locked herself in a room for a week and that was it).
omega lwj, hostage of the wen sect, is dragged to a banquet and offered up for the use and pleasure of wen ruohan's favourite ally: the yiling patriarch.
cw feared noncon
no one has touched lan wangji since he was taken hostage, but he knew with grim certainty that it was inevitable. either one of the wen sons would take him as a concubine, or he'd be handed off to win someone's favour.
now he has his answer.
he's given clothes to wear: deep red silk so thin it moulds to his body. gold and rubies for his hair, ears, wrists, throat. he refuses, until wen chao storms in and tells him he can wear this or nothing at all.
he is stubborn enough that he... carefully considers his options.
dilf lwj and trophy husband wwx? yes. dilf wwx and lwj striding in with second wife energy? ABSOLUTELY.
anyway i'm low-key obsessed with modern younger lwj, son of a powerful family, graduate from one of the world's best universities, head to toe in designer clothes, seeing wwx in his scruffy hoodie dragging along his son and thinking 'yes. that one. i will marry that one.'