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When Lan Wangji enters their apartment he is met with quiet. That wouldn’t normally be a reason to worry, but Lan Wangji spots Wei Wuxian’s shoes in the hallway and his jacket on the floor to the living room.
If his husband is home, there should be more noise. The quiet instantly becomes more present, and definitely more worrisome, and Lan Wangji is quick to put his own coat on the rack and take off his shoes before he almost hurries to the living-room.
Wei Wuxian is sitting on the couch, a truly miserable expression on his face, but Lan Wangji can see the amused sparkle in Wei Wuxian’s eyes, that promises some sort of mischief.
It does wonders do put Lan Wangji at ease, because if Wei Wuxian still looks like that, it cannot be that serious.
“What’s wrong?” Lan Wangji asks, and Wei Wuxian holds out his arms, pouting up at Lan Wangji as he makes grabby hands at him.
“Lan Zhan,” he whines and Lan Wangji is so weak for his husband he immediately steps close, allows Wei Wuxian to sling his arms around his middle and press his face to his stomach.
“What’s wrong, Wei Ying?” Lan Wangji asks again, as he smoothes a hand over Wei Wuxian’s hair.
“I’m cold,” Wei Wuxian complains. “Won’t you warm me up, Lan er-gege?” he asks as he blinks up at Lan Wangji.
“Did you not put on the heating?” Lan Wangji wants to know and he turns his head, tries to see if the heaters are working or not, but Wei Wuxian won’t let him go.
“Lan Zhan,” he whines again and shakes his head where it’s buried against Lan Wangji’s sweater again. “The heater won’t help,” he complains.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji scolds him, because he knows that voice.
Wei Wuxian is up to something.
“What are you doing?” he asks him and Wei Wuxian tightens his grip on Lan Wangji.
“Nothing,” Wei Wuxian innocently gives back. Too innocently.
“Wei Ying,” Lan Wangji tries again as he bends down to press a kiss to the crown of Wei Wuxian’s head. “Tell me what you’re doing.”
“You’ve been working so much,” Wei Wuxian grumbles. “Haven’t seen you all week.”
The first part is true. Lan Wangji has been working a lot lately, but the second one is definitely not true. Wei Wuxian always demands a kiss from Lan Wangji before he leaves and most mornings he shuffles out into the kitchen, blanket wrapped around him to get it, before he waddles back to bed.
And no matter how late Lan Wangji comes back, Wei Wuxian is always still awake, always greeting Lan Wangji with a kiss and a hug and a smile and love.
“Not true,” Lan Wangji tells him and Wei Wuxian heaves a big sigh.
“But close enough,” he mutters and then flops back down on the couch. “I’m a poor neglected husband, and on top of that I am also cold. Won’t you tend to me, Lan er-gege?”
“Spoilt,” is Lan Wangji’s only response, but he leans down to kiss the complains right out of Wei Wuxian’s mouth. “And shameless,” he tacks on when they part, both breathing a little bit harder and Lan Wangji will never get tired of the way Wei Wuxian beams up at him, the smile creasing the corner of his eyes and Lan Wangji wants to do nothing more than lean down again.
But his husband is cold.
“Blanket, sweater,” Lan Wangji decides and then, because two can play this game, “and tea.”
“Lan Zhan!” Wei Wuxian says with a gasp and scrambles into an upright position. “Emperor’s smile! Not tea. Only the sweet, sweet taste of Emperor’s smile will warm me up.”
“So I can leave, too?” Lan Wangji wants to know as he hits Wei Wuxian in the face with the blanket he throws at him.
“Nooooo,” Wei Wuxian whines, scrambling around to untangle himself from the blanket. “You and Emperor’s smile. Those are the things I need,” Wei Wuxian then decides and Lan Wangji shakes his head at him.
“I don’t believe you,” he says as he walks away, straining his ears to hear if Wei Wuxian is following him or not, but he stays put on the couch.
Lan Wangji hurries into their bedroom, exchanges his work clothes for softer and warmer loungewear and he has Wei Wuxian’s favourite sweater in his hands when he walks back out.
He hits him in the face with that one, too.
“Hey,” Wei Wuxian shouts at him and when Lan Wangji looks back from where he’s walking past him, Wei Wuxian is glaring at him. “What kind of husband are you even?”
“The one to make you tea now,” Lan Wangji calmly replies and he greatly enjoys the way Wei Wuxian splutters on the couch.
“Bring me some Emperor’s smile!” Wei Wuxian calls after him when he finally manages to get over his shock, but by then Lan Wangji already has some water prepared.
It’s not long before it’s ready to be poured over the tea, and then, because he’s not a complete monster, Lan Wangji adds a dash of Emperor’s smile to it as well.
Not that he will tell Wei Wuxian about that yet.
He brings the tea back to Wei Wuxian to find him swaddled in the blanket, wearing the sweater, and for all of Wei Wuxian’s dramatics, this tells Lan Wangji that he truly is cold.
“Here,” Lan Wangji says with a kiss to Wei Wuxian’s temple as he puts the tea down on the table.
“You’re horrible,” Wei Wuxian pouts and his hands shoot out from under the blanket to pull Lan Wangji down with him on the couch.
Lan Wangji was waiting for that move, because Wei Wuxian is predictable in his antics, so he cushions the fall enough to not land completely on top of Wei Wuxian.
“Now cuddle me,” Wei Wuxian demands and Lan Wangji turns his head to drag his nose up Wei Wuxian’s cheek.
“What an absolute terrible hardship,” he whispers, and smiles against Wei Wuxian’s skin when he feels him shiver.
“With how you’ve been tending to your duties as a husband I am not surprised by that.”
“Are you not satisfied with our every day?” Lan Wangji wants to know and he can feel Wei Wuxian blush where his cheek is rested against Lan Wangji’s. “Do I have to wake you in the morning to make it twice a day, every day?” Lan Wangji asks and then laughs lightly when Wei Wuxian squirms under him.
“Lan Zhan, I would die,” Wei Wuxian breathlessly says as Lan Wangji kisses a path down his throat.
“Then maybe don’t lie so shamelessly,” Lan Wangji tells him with a slight nip to the base of his throat and then flips them around.
He settles back against the couch, Wei Wuxian tucked securely into his body, and Lan Wangji immediately tucks the blanket around them again.
“Now drink your tea.”
Wei Wuxian lets out a deep sigh, but he does reach for the tea cup. He sends one last betrayed look at Lan Wangji before he takes a small sip, and Lan Wangji can pinpoint the exact moment he realizes that the tea is spiked.
“Ah, Lan Zhan, you’re too good for me,” Wei Wuxian mutters as he takes a few more sips before he puts the cup down again. “You really are.”
“Barely good enough for you,” Lan Wangji gives back, because Wei Wuxian only deserves the very best and also the world, but those words get stuck in his throat when Wei Wuxian cuddles closer.
He wraps his arms around Lan Wangji’s middle and tucks his face into his neck before he goes absolutely boneless against Lan Wangji.
“I love you,” Wei Wuxian mutters, and Lan Wangji can tell that sleep is already tugging at him.
“I love you, too, Wei Ying. Now sleep,” he softly gives back and strokes his hand up and down Wei Wuxian’s back.
“Mhhh,” is the only response he gets back and then Wei Wuxian’s breath evens out.
Lan Wangji had plans for tonight; work still in his bag and a phone that was probably demanding his attention, but with the comforting weight of his husband on top of him, and the soft breaths tickling his throat, it’s not long before Lan Wangji drifts off too.