#accidentally got a lil depressing there but yknow. thats showbizz baybee!!!!

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hanguang-jun day!! @ghcstchild sent:

Cold fingers run gently through the fur collar of a robe, snow-covered but still warm enough to shield him as Wei Wuxian nuzzles shamelessly into the heat of his husband’s neck. ❝ You weren’t in bed this morning, ❞ he mutters softly. It counts as a criminal offense. It left him a little worried and noticeably disappointed. ❝ Now half of your birthday present is frozen and you’ll have to warm it up with hot tea and a nice fire before unwrapping, “ the chuckle that falls is unbearably adoring. He doesn’t pull too far away, just enough to leave some space between them and plant a kiss on Lan Wangji’s lips. ❝ As for the other half… ❞ a small box is placed in the other’s hand, with a simple but elegant ring inside it. They both have worried too much in the last few months, pointlessly, irrationally. ❝ My golden core isn’t strong enough to make it work the way it’s supposed to yet, but it’s bound to me. When you’re away or I leave on a night hunt… ❞ even more pointlessly and irrationally he buries his face in that soft fox fur again with a quiet groan. ❝ It’s stupid. But you already have everything else, so it’s really not fair... ❞

birthdays are strange for lan wangji. since the first one he'd spent without his mother, he'd come to think of them more as a time of pain and longing than one of celebration. it had only grown worse on his first birthday after wei wuxian's death — forced to acknowledge that lan wangji was growing older, while his zhiji, his zhiyin never would.

it is pointless to worry about such a thing now, this he knows. but he had spent 13 years in such a headspace, and there are days where he forgets he no longer has to grieve. it had become second nature to him. so, when he woke up and saw wei ying by his side and felt like a man staring at the place his limb once was, felt the phantom pains of years of mourning, he left.

by the time he hears the crunching of snow behind him, the tightness in his chest had subsided some. he opens the edges of his fur coat instinctually, allowing wei ying to burrow into his warmth as he always did in this weather. the one time lan wangji is the warmer of the two. he listens to him speak, drags his hands across the expanse of his body, letting his presence wash over him and drag any lingering sadness away with the knowledge that wei ying is here.

when he finally remembers to speak, it is a firm statement. “ not stupid. ” golden eyes gaze upon the ring with unabashed fondness. it is lovely, modest but undeniably beautiful in the way lan wangji prefers. “ it is beautiful, wei ying. i only wish we could match. ” ever since his husband had started wearing his underrobes "by mistake", he'd grown a little obsessed with the idea of the two of them matching. having an outward expression of their bond to each other. but no matter, they could worry about that later.

he pulls back from their embrace enough to take wei ying's face in his hands, momentarily short circuiting on how small it looked in his large hands before placing a kiss on his head. “ mn. already have everything. ”