“come back to gusu with me” except years of repressed omegan traits finally caught up to wwx and the only alpha he (didn’t know he) wants is right there. at arm’s length and willing to help him through his heat.
so they fuck. wwx gets bred.
and what do we usually get out of an extremely compatible alpha/omega mating? that’s right. we get a baby.
and somehow, no matter how many times wwx pushes lwj back, no matter how much he hisses venom at not wanting him as a present parental figure for their pup —
hgj keeps coming back.
he not only provides for wwx but also for the wens that wwx refuses to leave behind.
lwj helps with everything. from chores to wwx’s pregnancy, even to wq’s check ups. it’s almost too good to be true. almost enough to soften wy’s heart.
pregnant, he wants nothing more but to just give in and bask in the attention and care this strong and able alpha who’s practically throwing it at his feet.
but he can’t. not when lwj keeps asking.
gusu. it’s always gusu.
gusu lan that will always be part of the gentry.
the same ones who drove them away to the bm.
wwx just can’t.
he would have. if it was just him. but there are lives dependent on him now and it’s just not the one he’s carrying in his womb.
a fight follows every time lwj asks.
moons come and go and wwx’s labor finally brings him to his knees.
there was pain yesterday, but wwx has always been in pain since the war started. he didn’t know it meant that his pup finally wants out.
so he waddles amongst a crowd of worried wens and a growling alpha, refuses all assistance. he can walk, thank you.
it took forever and a day for him to reach his (sometimes, their) hut. lwj built it away from the settlement and took care in cleansing it from resentful energy.
he didn’t know how often lwj does it, but he’s always a bit more clear headed when he’s inside it.
and so he gives birth.
it’s the worst pain he ever had the fortune to experience. they didn’t have any time to give him some pain aids, so he has to soldier through it.
wq isn’t the one who’s helping him but she’s in the hut, grabbing whatever tools and orders popo is demanding.
lwj’s there too. but only because wwx could not let go of his sleeve. he just grabbed tight on it some time during the waddling march and never let go.
when his pup is finally out, everything is a blur. everything hurts. he can’t really focus except for that one instinct in his mind that reaches out for his pup.
the imprinting. he needs to have his pup on his chest to allow it to imprint on its dam.
gosh, he cries.
he would love it so much. he would move worlds for this pup.
is it a boy or a girl? popo, what is it? i can’t hear you. my pup… my pup where is my pup?
everything hurts but his pup isn’t on his chest yet.
wwx cries and cries, where is his pup?
[it’s been a long time since i wrote a threadfic. i’m not sure if i even want to continue this by morning. but i’m so exhausted and sleepy and good night 🥹🫶]
when his world settles and he’s no longer in so much pain, wwx discovers that lwj took his pup away.
the bastard used his alpha dominance to order the poor betas in surrendering the pup.
not only did popo faint but wq made herself bleed to not give into his dominance.
in the end, biology proves true and wq ended up surrendering wy’s pup to its sire.
lwj let the pup imprint on him.
wq’s eyes were red in rage when she told him what happened. lwj opened his robes and rested his pup on his bare chest and just let the imprinting go.
and then he left.
the betas in the hut were trembling over his presence. wy’s unconscious body still bleeding and fresh from giving birth.
they said that lwj didn’t even look back.
he has wy’s pup. he has wy’s new life with him.
wy’s rage is quiet.
he has not cried.
he does not ache.
days pass and wy has not moved a muscle from his bed. he just lets wq and the others tend to him. to heal him and feed him and just control his strings enough so he won’t die from his wounds.
most of the time he just don’t feel.
yet when it’s darker in the bm as night falls, wwx’s hands would slide down his body and would hold at the place that’s empty again.
he misses his pup. he misses his pup terribly and when the missing hits, wwx cries.
even his sorrow is quiet.
this pain… this pain is worst in so many different ways.
he wants his pup. it does not matter how, he needs his pup in his arms. he needs to know how it feels to hold it against his chest. he wants to feel every breath it takes and know it lives.
he needs to see it and decide for a name. he needs… he needs his pup.
wwx is not aware on how long has passed, but when he finally finds the urge to move, the resentful energy of the bm come to him like an obedient pet.
wwx lets it slither around him. lets it consume him.
with resentment and sorrow, wwx marches to gusu.
he’ll get his pup. even if it meant killing the alpha that dared to take it in the first place.
there’s a siege in cloud recesses.
a siege led by one man and his army of corpses.
the protective array that surrounded the lan ancestral seat has long fallen and wwx is walking its grounds once more.
his pup is here but he’s not yet found it.
wwx knows the lans are speaking at him, breaking their own rules as they shout profanities at him. calling him all foul words as if they haven’t wronged him first.
but they don’t matter, his corpses are quick to shut them up.
he walks and walks. none of the shiny swords of these cultivators managed to touch him as he go deeper into cloud recesses.
pathetic. they really can’t do much to him unless they have the power of every single cultivator clan there is.
and the one person who could have stood and fought there as his equal… well. equally powered or not, wwx vows to kill him soon.
he does not find mercy in him
wwx never wanted to use the full power of his cultivation path on these people.
but this is one offense he could not forgive nor act blind on.
they have already taken so much from him. not this too. he will not let them.
the number of the corpses has not even been touched yet wwx can already see a lot of lan cultivators succumbing to exhaustion.
wwx understands.
it’s hard to keep up with the dead. the corpses would keep fighting as long as wwx stands and he has yet to meet a cultivator that could step even a meter near him.
“wwx!” ah. did he finally do enough damage to get lqr out? “stop this madness!”
he is tailed by his other nephew, the one who wwx does not want. hm, unfortunate.
he does not answer the taunt, but he did manage two steps forward before he has to counter an attack. ah, the other lan brother can get agitated. good.
“you shall not step any further into our home.” lxc says. “this stops here.”
or what?
he wants to ask but he does not have any energy to entertain anyone aside from the man he wants dead.
when lxc sees his plea did nothing, he says, “what does the yllz want?”
that… that makes wwx raise his brow.
“what can we do for you to leave?” any other day he would probably laugh at how a sect leader could negotiate so poorly like this. what a broken back bone this one has!
“two things.” his voice is hoarse when he finally decides to speak.
“my pup,” he glares at the confusion on their faces. “and lan er-gongzi’s head on a spike.”
their confusion bleed to horror and wwx is glad to give them such visual of what he wants out of this siege.
“your pup?” lqr asks. “we have no such thing here!”
wwx could not help it.
he laughs. what did his dear, dear lwj said to his family then?
“really? didn’t your nephew bring a newborn recently?” he scoffs. “what gallant excuse did he give? did he find the pup abandoned somewhere? adopted it? did he say he rescued it?
“taken from some dying or problematic parent?”
both lans look at each other. wwx’s thoughts are confirmed.
“ah. so he did the usual i guess. he didn’t say anything and you just let him keep my pup. like the spoiled little master that he is.”
these lans.
they’re so pretentious with their rules when in reality, they’re as weak to temptation as any ordinary folk.
what are rules when a family member asks desperately to break them?
“he didn’t say how he took my pup from my womb? didn’t even let me hold it? imprint on it?
“how he acted like a savage and used his dominance to get his way? it does not matter that he sired my pup, i am its dam and i will take it from him even if i have to burn cloud recesses while doing it.”
“sired…”
“ah yes,” wwx sneered at lqr.
“ofc that’s the part you would focus on. yes, your nephew bred a demonic cultivator. your esteemed nephew is weak to a hole in heat like any other knot-head.”
good. let them know how tainted their flawless second jade truly is.
“now step aside, i have blood to spill.”
[i don’t count this as darkxian because my definition of dark roots from within. wwx only reacted to how he is treated.
also! 2/23 is my 2nd anniversary in this fandom. i’m not sure if i’ll be doing anything but i’m glad to still be here. i hope you enjoy my little space.🙇♀️]
they let him pass.
it surprised wwx ofc. he has expected to put both of them down if they so much as defend lwj but they just avoid his eyes and let him go through.
wwx feels his anger boiling again when they did that.
they had the decency to let him punish lwj but they unknowingly admitted to the fact that they really do let lwj do whatever he wants to do.
even when his actions are starting to become questionable and suspicious, they still let him do what he wants.
spineless shits.
so he marches ahead, hyper focused in finding his pup and the bastard that took it away from him.
and as he goes deeper into cloud recesses, the fewer lans found him and wwx have stopped summoning corpses to take care of the distraction away.
then, he found them.
wwx shakes at the picture he finds.
if he was not so furious at what lwj did, he would have wondered at how his heart aches at this. how he would be clutching at his chest over the implication.
he would be crying if he is not so blinded by rage.
they paint such a warm family. a strong handsome alpha playing the guqin. back straight and posture perfect.
a male omega by his side, beautiful with such pretty wavy hair, and smiling at the bundle attached to his chest. he’s feeding with such adoration.
and that’s wwx’s pup.
tw: gore, violence
red in envy. red in jealousy. red in rage.
it took wwx nothing to wrap the pretty omega’s head in resentment and smash it.
the body slumps on the wall, blood is contained in a spell, but the neck is painted red and a pup’s cry finally breaks the scene.
wwx finally makes his direct kill.
it’s not the one he wants to kill so much but he still feels some wicked satisfaction over it.
besides, he thinks no one should be sitting beside that bastard. that seat should not and never be occupied by someone.
wwx has done him a favor.
lwj’s calm. even with a headless body practically dropping beside him and an unsupported pup is wailing at his side, lwj is as calm as a mountain lake.
he stops playing that wretched guqin to scoop their pup from the lifeless body.
unfeeling, as if he just took the pup from a sleeping dam.
wwx watches as he rocks their pup on his chest, watches as the pup calms down.
he has not even… wwx swallows through the grief and longing that threatened to douse his rage.
“lan wangji.”
he hates how there is not enough anger in his voice, but wwx holds himself taller when the bastard finally addresses him with a look.
“wei wuxian.”
“i’m not sorry about your omega.” he looks at the headless body on lwj’s feet. “he was holding something of mine.”
lwj did not answer so wwx starts to walk towards them.
they’re on a veranda and he has to look up to them when he nears.
he hates lwj. especially when he keeps his cool when wwx wanted chaos. even when wwx wants to kill him, he makes this seem like
wwx has just gotten home after a day under the sun and he’s anticipating his return with their pup in his arms.
he hates how that feeling still pokes its rotten head despite his anger.
“you took something of mine.” he says through gritted teeth. “i want it back.”
lwj just looks at him cooly, he has not stopped rocking their pup to sleep.
fuck. wwx does not even know how it looks like.
“no.” lwj finally says and it breaks something in wwx. “he is mine as much as he is yours.”
he. his pup is a boy.
“how could you have taken him from me, lwj?” he asks because despite his anger and thirst to kill this alpha, wwx could not forget that lwj was a friend too.
his friend. his zhijie. his… lwj did not know how much power he has over wwx.
or maybe he does since he knows exactly how to break his heart.
“the bm is not a safe place to raise a pup.” lwj says.
“you couldn’t have talked to me first?! i was not even able to hold him! i don’t even know how he looks like! i didn’t… i did not…”
the omega in him was not able to imprint. and that’s a loss he would never get over.
“it’s pointless.” lwj responds coldly. “wy does not want to leave the bm.”
“because we have no choice!”
“i offered.”
“your offer does not extend to the rest! i know what you meant lwj!”
he wouldn’t have cared if the wens died as long as he get to have his breeding hole in gusu, would he?
“mn,” lwj dismisses. “but wy is here now and that’s what is important.”
he frustrates wwx so, so much!
“i’m here to kill you for taking my pup!”
“but you won’t.”
wy almost lets the resentful energy whip out in his anger.
“and you’re so sure of that?”
“mn, you love our pup and you wouldn’t want him dead because his imprinted parent is gone, would you?”
everything in wwx simmers away.
suddenly he’s weak. all that anger…
weeks of unresponsiveness and pain… all of that is suddenly for nothing.
a newborn won’t survive without the imprinted parent. no matter what. the bond would severe and that would kill the life in the pup.
what’s worse is that it would die thinking it was alone. abandoned.
lwj is right.
he… he couldn’t kill him.
“wy must be exhausted after traveling, come, i have tea inside the jingshi. a-yuan would also be hungry since he didn’t finish feeding from his nursemaid.”
wy had no choice but to follow.
he can survive this.
he can play nice with lwj and maybe when his pup is older, less dependent on the imprint, and lwj’s shields are rested after enjoying wwx’s obedience, he can break him limb from limb.
for now he’ll follow.
for now, he’ll guard and pray that he would not abandon his plan after playing house.
nmj abandons the beef he’s about to slice up. lxc’s 16-step skin care routine is interrupted so he could run to his son. nhs’ winged eyeliner is ruined.
all three run to the baby.
they found him in the backyard.
he’s in front of dumpling’s aviary, crying.
nhs, ever the worried uncle, is the first to ask why he’s bawling his eyes out.
ljy: mimi and sauce are gone! i think i didn’t close the door well yesterday. i’m sorry!!!
mimi and sauce are their new hatchlings.
only a few days’ old and borne out of jingyi’s absolute favorite hen, banana.
lxc: oh no. they can’t be far, hun. the gates around the yard are closed all the time.
nmj: yeah, maybe they’re just hiding.
nhs: mn! or sleeping somewhere safe. don’t worry about it!
the yllz is the only vampire on this earth that lwj can’t kill.
not because of his lack of skill nor ‘coz the yllz is basically a vampire royalty.
yllz: come on gorgeous, you can do better than that.
it’s because of his fucking mouth.
the siege, the order of vampire hunters, have confirmed again and again that ‘taunt’ is not power. it’s not some kind of hypnotism skill nor any kind of enhanced manipulation tactic.
lwj still highly doubts their study over that because why else can’t he kill yllz when he talks?
but tonight is the night that he would end him.
lwj will drive a stake into his heart and put an end to his pathetic immortal life.
he caught the yllz in good time. the moon is barely up in the sky and that means that the vampire has yet to feed.
boss: yes but lqr isn’t really like that. he prefers to line up like everyone else. he’s injured rn and needs someone to push his wheelchair to his gate.
and that’s how wwx, airport attendant, ends up pushing lqr’s wheelchair from the lobby to security to his airline gate.
lqr has a strict face and he has not said a single thing since their introduction. so unlike the elderly wwx used to help around the airport.
wwx is fine with it. he would ofc prefer a chatty passenger since stories from the elderly ones always give him so much funny tales, but he also knows that sometimes, the quiet ones are better. ykno, as someone who has worked in customer service, that’s a good sign.