I wanted soft wangxian, my patreons wanted pregxian; this is the mix of both our wants🥰🥰
I just wanna say, if someone got u pregnant, the minimum they owe u is softness and care and a lot of pampering 😌
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I wanted soft wangxian, my patreons wanted pregxian; this is the mix of both our wants🥰🥰
I just wanna say, if someone got u pregnant, the minimum they owe u is softness and care and a lot of pampering 😌
"If i could get pregnant, there would be a lot of little Lans running around by now" or whatever wei wuxian said in the extras 💀
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Anwy, I had TONS of fun drawing this pregxian commission ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖
WWX with LWJ's eggs...
Decided to sketch some mer-wangxian right now!~
The biggest reason I love Huli Jing/Fox Wei Wuxian AUs is because of the fox's ability to birth litters of kits at one time. No it won't be 1 kit or 2 it'll be at least 4, I don't make the rules his nature does. And when fic writers do that? My Pregxian and Mamaxian connoisseur heart is overfilled with unspeakable joy🥹
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the eternal struggle of wanting to give wangxian a huge brood of kids in my a/b/o teen pregxian fic but then having to contend with coming up with names for all those babies
Thinking about MerXian pregnant and how big and full he would be with all those guppies to come.
He would just drift in the gentle current to a small mound of sand to rest under the filtering light 🥺❤️
Wangxian - Pregxian Oneshot
A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/68455051
Lan Wangji’s yellow eyes softened the instant he heard the wild, unrestrained laughter of his beloved echoing through the Jinshi.
Wei Ying was draped lazily across his lap, arms thrown into the air mid-gesture as he rambled on, about Little Apple’s strangely specific preference for red apples over green - his lips forming a pout so sweet, it rivaled the fruit in question.
Lan Wangji’s gaze lingered on Wei Ying’s face, then drifted down. Though Wei Ying had sworn adamantly, that he hadn’t gained any weight (despite the suspicious number of early-morning kitchen visits), his body told another story. His skin had grown softer, the lines of his waist rounded, his cheeks flushed with a hue and fullness, reminiscent of the very peaches he’d been craving.
The pregnancy was revealing itself, tenderly altering him in ways even he could not hide. Wei Ying is carrying my child. The thought echoed within Lan Wangji, ever since he had first sensed the subtle shift in Wei Ying’s spiritual core. A new life had stirred, and with it, a deepening tether.
Lan Wangji's eyes never strayed far from Wei Wuxian. However the small instincts of Wei Wuxian failed to go unnoticed under his eyes. Lan Wangji's eyes flickered with something resembling the way the water glistens once the sunlight traces the waves the instance he noticed that with every sudden laugh or jolt, Wei Ying’s hands would instinctively fly to shield his belly, protecting their child from his own irrepressible antics.
Even his usual recklessness had begun to ebb, softened by an unfamiliar caution. Once, Wei Ying had even fussed over him when Lan Wangji took his brother’s place at a sect meeting - Lan Xichen, lately too forgetful and distant, caught in the grip of quiet reflection. It was rare for Wei Ying to dote so tenderly, but now... now, everything was shifting.
Including the blanket which was slipping from the bed.