Happy Birthday Wei Ying!
For his birthday, I want all the Wwxs to meet.
Child wei ying, first disciple wei wuxian, the yiling partriarch, the ressurected.
It’ll be confusing first, don’t you think?
15 y/o wwx would be sooo confused: why are you so skinny? And why is the future us shorter than you?
Mxy!wwx: is the height the only thing you noticed?
Baby wei yimg would be just there, silently watching his counterparts speak over each other with a cute little absent expression.
And yllz!wwx would be drinking the hell out of those wine jars mxy!wwx has in the jingshi
Yllz!wwx: we’re we always this scraggly?
15 y/o wwx: you’re one to talk! You look like a skeleton!
It’s all so chaotic and fun at the same time. Sure, if any sane person saw this scene it would sound insane. To enjoy the company of yourself? Insanity.
Both yllz!wwx and mxy!wwx envy the joy their younger self still has, the light in his eyes that they can never recover again. They indulge in this little temporary space they’ve made for themselves in this world, knowing that it won’t last forever.
They care for baby wei yimg like they do with a-yuan, they make him smile, break him out of his wary instinct.
15 y/o wwx tells him tales of his new home, the rivers and lakes, lotuses, the kind people. While the older two listen in with pained smiles, one more than the other.
“You’ll meet the most beautiful and kindest shijie ever.” Their teenage self would say.
Baby wei yimg would smile, comforted by the fact that someday, he would have a home, would have someone to love him and care for him.
Both young wwxs wouldn’t notice how yllz!wwx’s face curls in longing, and how mxy!wwx would flinch.
It’s painful, it’s the truth, it’s something they both ran away from.
“I miss her.” Yllz!wwx would admit, “It’s been a few months since I saw her. Heard she had a kid.”
While mxy!wwx would say nothing.
“Her kid’s name is Jin Ling.” He would whisper, “He’s just like his uncle.”
15 y/o wwx would joke that, jc would be a sour looking uncle. “So she really married the peacock?”
“Speaking of children. How’s a-yuan?” Yllz!wwx asks.
Then, mxy!wwx would go on and on about how good he’s been, how much he has grown, what his courtesy was, all with a fond smile.
“Aiya, he really acts so much like Lan Zhan.”
And then they all promptly discover that mxy!wwx is actually married to lan wangji.
“Eh?! That fuddy-duddy?!” 15 y/o wwx sputters, face red.
“We-we went back to gusu with him?” Yllz!wwx mutters, a bit hopeful.
“He’s patient with me, he understands and he wait. You have no idea how much Lan Zhan loves us.”
Mxy!wwx says. “I can’t imagine living a life where he isn’t a part of it.”
“That’s why.” He points accusingly towards both of them. “You both better suck it up, and treat him better for god’s sake!”
“Hah?!” “Stop shamelessly disrespecting him you young fool! And you!” He points to yllz!wwx.
“Hear him out.” he says softly, “Gusu isn’t meant to be a prison, he wants to protect you.”
And when it’s all settled down, and they’re back to chattering chaotically once more. A small, shy yet bright giggle blooms from between them.
Baby wei yimg looks at all of them with a satisfied smile, so young and childish, so innocent and free.
“I’m really happy we have a home!” He says with a smile.
A fond huff from all of them, and soft smiles.
A home, was Lotus Pier,
And even if it was on borrowed time. A home, was with refuges who only had each other, till the end of their lives.
And now. A home was with the clouds.
“Yeah.” Wei Wuxian says to himself.
“I’m glad we had a home.”
And he wakes up, birds chirping and sun light seeping through the windows.
“Happy Birthday, Wei Ying.” His husband greets him fondly.
This is home.
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