Thread by @YilingSani

#SoftWangxianWednesday

It's shortly past Mao when Lan Wangji opens his eyes to a sky being slowly coloured in by daylight.

Wei Wuxian is still deeply asleep, his arms wrapped around Lan Zhan and his body pressed tightly against his as if he's been trying to melt into one.

Lan Wangji's arms are holding Wei Wuxian tight, his face buried in the dark hair still smelling of the expensive bath oils from the last night's bath.

Wei Wuxian's warmth is such a comfort to him, he wishes he didn't have to move.

He'd rather spend his day in bed with his husband, spoiling and looking after him. And fucking him.

But today is an important day. Several clan leaders are coming to Gusu for a meeting and Lan Wangji must attend it too.

Lan Wangji manages to untangle Wei Wuxian from himself and slide out the bed, but as if feeling the sudden emptiness around him, his husband lets out a pitiful whine in his sleep. His hands search around and they find Wangji's pillow.

Wei Wuxian draws it close and buries his face in it causing a small smile to form on Lan Wangji's lips.

His husband was so adorable when he was asleep.

Lan Wangji bends down and kisses Wei Wuxian's cheek gently. He then removes the dark strands from his husband's face with

gentle strokes of his fingers before leaving the bed completely.

Lan Wangji gets dressed and sits down at the table. He picks up the green jade comb when a sudden movement behind him makes him turn his head.

Wei Wuxian is up and crosses the room coming to stand behind him.

"Wei Ying?" Lan Wangji frowns. "Why are you up? It's still early."

Wei Wuxian is barely awake. His eyelids heavy and he blinks very slowly. His shirt undone and his dark hair a complete mess. But the smile on his lips is bright as he leans down to kiss Lan Wangji's lips.

"My husband has an important day," he explains, his voice soft and still heavy with sleep. "I need to help him get ready."

Wei Wuxian takes the comb out of Wangji's hand and turns him back towards the mirror.

"Wei Ying," he begins to protest but meets the silver eyes in the reflection – they are gentle yet adamant.

Lan Wangji sighs and allows Wei Wuxian to comb his hair.

The movements are slow and tender as if Wei Wuxian is afraid to cause his husband even the smallest bit of pain.

One hand moves the jade comb through the strands, while the other follows gently stroking Lan Wangji's scalp.

He closes his golden eyes feeling content.

"My husband is so beautiful," he hears Wei Wuxian who then tilts Wangji's head back a little to place a kiss on his forehead.

The warm lips linger there for quite a while, his palms framing Lan Wangji's face until he finally draws back.

Wangji opens his eyes and meets the silver starlight looking down at him with so much love.

Wei Wuxian smiles at him, his hands remaining on Wangji's face.

He takes the fancy silver headpiece and secures it carefully into the ebony hair. Wei Wuxian then picks up the snow-white ribbon and ties it around Lan Wangji's forehead. He runs the ends of it through his fingers lovingly before letting it go.

A few last strokes of the comb and once he's finally satisfied with his work, Wei Wuxian places a kiss on the top of his husbands hair and straightens.

"There," he says with a tired but sunny smile.

Lan Wangji grabs Wei Wuxian's arm and with one swift move pulls him into his lap. Wei Wuxian lands in it willingly and rather heavily.

The golden eyes slide over Wei Wuxian's face.

Wei Wuxian' features are so soft and beautiful in the morning light.

His neck is covered with small bruises and bites Lan Wangji had left there last night. The white Lan ribbon had left traces around his wrists.

Lan Wangji takes one of Wei Wuxian's hands and covers the red marks with feather-light kisses. He hears his husband sigh happily.

When he draws back at last, Wei Wuxian's eyelids are drooping and Lan Wangji smiles fondly.

It was far too early for his chaos of a husband to be up.

Feeling the tiredness seeping in his bones, Wei Wuxian goes slack against Lan Wangji.

His body is heavy as lead and his skin still warm from the night spent in his husband's arms. He feels way too cosy to be fully awake at this hour.

He wraps his arms around Wangji's neck and buries his face in his shoulder.

"Lan-er gegeeee," he whines softly. "Hurry back, okay?"

Lan Wangji's arms wrap around him tightly as if he's a lantern that's about to float away in the eastern wind.

"I will."

He basks in the warmth of his husband's body pressed against his chest, drawing in the luxurious scent of oils and soap as his fingers card slowly through Wei Wuxian's messy hair.

"Love you," Wei Wuxian mumbles against his shoulder.

"Love Wei Ying too," Lan Zhan replies.

They sit like that for a while until he feels Wei Wuxian go completely limp.

Lan Wangji smiles again and stands up with his husband in his arms. He crosses the room and places now asleep Wei Wuxian gently onto the bed.

He spends some time stroking Wei Wuxian's cheek gently and then kisses him tenderly on the lips.

Wangji's heart aches to leave his husband like this, but he must go. He pulls the blanket up to Wei Wuxian's chin and stands up.

With one last look at his sleeping beauty of a husband, Lan Wangji sighs and leaves Jingshi as quietly as he can.

He already misses his Wei Ying.

Once he gets back, he'll hold Wei Ying tight for the rest of the day and well into the night.

//the end