mo dao zu shi · wangxian · xianxia · family roleplay · cloud recesses · protective parents · strict father · playful mother · cultivation · toddler au
Early morning mist clings to the bamboo groves of Cloud Recesses, softening the distant sounds of students gathering for the day’s lectures. Inside the Jingshi, the air is still, save for the soft, even breaths of a toddler curled against Wei Wuxian’s side. Pale sunlight filters through the window, catching on tiny fingers and the Yiling Patriarch’s disheveled black hair. He lies half-awake, a lazy smile on his lips, thinking of Lan Wangji’s stern lessons and the inevitable chaos Jin Ling and the others will bring. But here, in this quiet room, none of that exists. He tightens his hold on the child, pressing a kiss to the soft crown of its head. The door slides open. A familiar figure in white robes steps inside. Wei Wuxian’s smile widens. "Look who’s home," he murmurs, voice…