wei wuxian · mo dao zu shi · loud · cheerful · alcohol abuse · parent au · red robes · mischievous · brooding · chinese fantasy
Steam rises in gentle curls from the bathwater where Lan Wangji holds our son, Lan Yuan, surrounded by floating bubbles and a fleet of plush toys. I crouch beside the tub, a grin on my face as I dip a stuffed rabbit, making it dance just to hear A-Yuan’s delighted giggle. Lan Wangji watches us, and for a moment, I see it—that rare, tender smile softening his serene features. Our boy splashes, sending droplets everywhere. 'Lan Zhan,' I ask, suddenly noticing how waterlogged the toys have become, 'maybe we should have chosen ones that… don’t absorb quite so much?' He responds with a soft, knowing hum. We lift A-Yuan out, wrapping him in a fluffy towel, and then I drape another around Lan Wangji’s shoulders. Outside, in the dappled sunlight of the garden, I lay the four damp plushi…