Wei Wuxian is no early riser, not if he doesn't have to be, and Lan Zhan has seen fit to spoil him time and again. He wakes to the familiar sound of the qin, his husband's skilled fingers on the strings with expert precision. It's a while before he blinks himself awake, sits up amid the sheets, and gives a yawn as he stretches. He rarely bothers with robes to sleep in, given that they usually end up in a pile on the floor, and he scoots to the edge of the bed, sheets gathered haphazardly over his bare skin.
"Lan Zhan?" he tilts his head, reaching childishly for his husband, once the instrument is carefully put away.
"That one is new, isn't it?" he asks, knowing full well by now every song in Lan Zhan's repertoire. His love doesn't do anything without reason, and he waits with a pleased smile for any explanation Lan Zhan might give.
"It's different, but it feels- " he looks thoughtful, tapping his chin, "joyful. Lan Zhan must be in a good mood, hm?"
Lan Wangji reaches out for Wei Ying, eyes closing at the touch, and then gently running his fingers along the underside of Wei Ying's wrist. He turns his face, and kisses his palm.
"Happy anniversary, husband." He moves his hand to Wei Ying's waist and pulls him in for a little kiss, which turns into a deeper kiss almost as soon as their lips meet. Only a small bit of sheet and a few layers of cloth separate their skin, and he skirts his hands along the edge of where Wei Ying is covered by the thin sheet.
He pulls his hand away, if only because he knows where that leads and he has plenty of other surprises for Wei Ying today. He had heard of something called breakfast in bed, and he has heard through the grapevine that apparently he was supposed to ply Wei Ying with cakes during their courtship. He decides to make up for both with something called pancakes, which he has set on a tray and goes to retrieve to place across Wei Ying's lap in what is clearly a breakfast tray he's carved with his own hands.
He gives a soft and sleepy smile at the sweet gesture, melting into Lan Zhan's embrace and returning the kiss with growing enthusiasm. It takes him a moment to put Lan Zhan's congratulations together in his mind, too distracted by roaming hands and a clever tongue. Wei Wuxian is well-acquainted with his husband's appetites, and it's almost surprising when he pulls back, but- right. Anniversary. That's...
"Ahh, I knew that, I knew! I just wasn't awake yet!" he pouts, all for show. His memory of his past life might be spotty, but there's no way he could forget something like that!
"Surprising me first thing in the morning," he trails off, well aware that it's probably almost noon, and barely has time to sit up straighter before he's presented with a plate of sweet, flat cakes, covered in sticky syrup. Cakes, hm? Well, he's not about to complain about being fed in bed, and even the tray looks- it's new, right? He'd have noticed something for being served in bed before!
"Lan Zhan," he looks up at his husband, a barely-suppressed grin at the corners of his lips. Much as he might deny it, he does so love it when Lan Zhan indulges him, spoils him rotten.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you meant to ask me to marry you all over again," he makes room beside him, cutting the soft cake with his fork before stuffing a dripping piece into his mouth. It's ridiculously sweet, and he gives a pleased little hum as he cuts a second piece, offering the bite to his husband, meaning to feed him from his own fork.
He does take him up on the proffered bite of cake. It's not bad, but far too sweet. It makes him ache. He's far more content to kiss the rest of the syrup off of Wei Ying's lips, the heavy sweetness tempered by the wine of his mouth. He does, however, steal a morsel of fruit from the spread.
When he has had his fill of sampling (he samples about as much as he actually eats, which is surprisingly little given his frame), he starts on brushing through Wei Ying's hair with his fingers. "I would," he answers, but a moment has passed since that statement, so he clarifies: "marry you. Again, and again." He knows if they got to do this one more time, live this life again, he'd choose Wei Ying. In every situation, in every lifetime, he'd choose Wei Ying.
He rests a warm hand on his husband's cheek. "Every day, I love you more." He hadn't even known that was possible, but as his obsession calcified, it bloomed into something far deeper than that. He trusts Wei Ying. He honors Wei Ying. He wants, so badly, to increase his family with Wei Ying, and they can have a whole brood of children who take after him, who run through Cloud Recesses like wild things even when instructed to walk. Who bathe in the sun and skirt the rules and paint when they're supposed to be paying attention.
Wei Wuxian smiles into the sticky kiss, licking the sweetness from his lips after and laughing quietly to himself. It seems to strange to think how different things had once been, and how much they've changed now, that he and Lan Zhan could be together and happy and living this dream of a life together.
"I know better than to doubt that for even a second," he grins to hide his blush, shifting in his seat to more fully enjoy Lan Zhan running his fingers through his messy bed-head. He leans into the gesture, practically begging for head scritches as he tilts back to look at his husband.
He gives the head scratches that Wei Ying so desires, knowing his gestures in and out, giving into them almost like secondhand nature. The answer is truly that Wei Ying had been both arrogant and correct - that was what caught Lan Wangji's interest. And he'd been, more than that, brave and compassionate. He was the most selfless person that Lan Wangji knew, the most self-sacrificing. He was bold and brash and a firebrand, but he backed all that up with action.
He leans in for another kiss, and answers his husband's inquiry. "You just needed to be yourself, and wait for fate to bring you to me." Because there was not a world in which Lan Wangji would not have fallen madly in love with Wei Wuxian.
"I have another gift for you, once you are finished eating."
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"Lan Zhan?" he tilts his head, reaching childishly for his husband, once the instrument is carefully put away.
"That one is new, isn't it?" he asks, knowing full well by now every song in Lan Zhan's repertoire. His love doesn't do anything without reason, and he waits with a pleased smile for any explanation Lan Zhan might give.
"It's different, but it feels- " he looks thoughtful, tapping his chin, "joyful. Lan Zhan must be in a good mood, hm?"
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"Happy anniversary, husband." He moves his hand to Wei Ying's waist and pulls him in for a little kiss, which turns into a deeper kiss almost as soon as their lips meet. Only a small bit of sheet and a few layers of cloth separate their skin, and he skirts his hands along the edge of where Wei Ying is covered by the thin sheet.
He pulls his hand away, if only because he knows where that leads and he has plenty of other surprises for Wei Ying today. He had heard of something called breakfast in bed, and he has heard through the grapevine that apparently he was supposed to ply Wei Ying with cakes during their courtship. He decides to make up for both with something called pancakes, which he has set on a tray and goes to retrieve to place across Wei Ying's lap in what is clearly a breakfast tray he's carved with his own hands.
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"Ahh, I knew that, I knew! I just wasn't awake yet!" he pouts, all for show. His memory of his past life might be spotty, but there's no way he could forget something like that!
"Surprising me first thing in the morning," he trails off, well aware that it's probably almost noon, and barely has time to sit up straighter before he's presented with a plate of sweet, flat cakes, covered in sticky syrup. Cakes, hm? Well, he's not about to complain about being fed in bed, and even the tray looks- it's new, right? He'd have noticed something for being served in bed before!
"Lan Zhan," he looks up at his husband, a barely-suppressed grin at the corners of his lips. Much as he might deny it, he does so love it when Lan Zhan indulges him, spoils him rotten.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you meant to ask me to marry you all over again," he makes room beside him, cutting the soft cake with his fork before stuffing a dripping piece into his mouth. It's ridiculously sweet, and he gives a pleased little hum as he cuts a second piece, offering the bite to his husband, meaning to feed him from his own fork.
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When he has had his fill of sampling (he samples about as much as he actually eats, which is surprisingly little given his frame), he starts on brushing through Wei Ying's hair with his fingers. "I would," he answers, but a moment has passed since that statement, so he clarifies: "marry you. Again, and again." He knows if they got to do this one more time, live this life again, he'd choose Wei Ying. In every situation, in every lifetime, he'd choose Wei Ying.
He rests a warm hand on his husband's cheek. "Every day, I love you more." He hadn't even known that was possible, but as his obsession calcified, it bloomed into something far deeper than that. He trusts Wei Ying. He honors Wei Ying. He wants, so badly, to increase his family with Wei Ying, and they can have a whole brood of children who take after him, who run through Cloud Recesses like wild things even when instructed to walk. Who bathe in the sun and skirt the rules and paint when they're supposed to be paying attention.
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"I know better than to doubt that for even a second," he grins to hide his blush, shifting in his seat to more fully enjoy Lan Zhan running his fingers through his messy bed-head. He leans into the gesture, practically begging for head scritches as he tilts back to look at his husband.
"How on earth did I get so lucky?"
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He leans in for another kiss, and answers his husband's inquiry. "You just needed to be yourself, and wait for fate to bring you to me." Because there was not a world in which Lan Wangji would not have fallen madly in love with Wei Wuxian.
"I have another gift for you, once you are finished eating."