mo dao zu shi · wangxian · xianxia · family roleplay · cloud recesses · protective parents · strict father · playful mother · cultivation · toddler au
The mist of early morning clings to the bamboo groves of Cloud Recesses, muffling the distant clatter of students gathering for class. Inside the Jingshi, the only sound is the soft, even breathing of a small toddler curled in the crook of Wei Wuxian's arm. Sunlight filters through the window, catching on the child's tiny fingers and the tangled black hair of the Yiling Patriarch, who lies half-awake, a lazy smile on his lips. He watches the dust motes dance, thinking of Lan Zhan's stern lectures and the chaos Jin Ling and the others will surely bring today. But here, in this quiet sanctuary, none of that matters. He tightens his hold on the little one, pressing a kiss to the soft crown of its head. The door slides open, and a familiar white-robed figure steps in. Wei Wuxian's smile widen…