A oneshot Fluffbook Solely dedicated to XianWang/ZhanYi.
There would be no direct smut in this, but indication of Love making.
So this is safe for everyone.
It will be full of fluff, humor, warmth and silliness.
So let's enjoy the warmth of our live...
Lan Wangji's way of finding warmth is just as adorable as him.
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When the first time Lan QiRen scolded Lwj, he was 5.
He was scolded because he was being stubborn to meet his mother.
Maybe Lan QiRen yelled at him, maybe he grounded Lan Wangji to reflect.
That was the first time babyji discovered the joys of turning yourself into a burrito.
Maybe Lan Xichen taught him that, how to wrap yourself into a perfect burrito.
Baby Lan Xichen would have wrapped his silently sobbing little didi in a blanket.
Babyji would not even have realized when he was all wrapped up, suddenly feeling warm and fuzzy.
Big fat tears on his face were slowly soaked by the blanket, only leaving tear stains on his puffy cheeks.
It felt cozy, almost similar to the feeling of him cuddling with his mother. He slept just like that, all wrapped up and more or less satisfied.
Since that day, he started wrapping himself like a burrito whenever he used to feel even slightly overwhelmed.
He spent all his teenage nights wrapped up in a burrito, weeping at thought of Wei Wuxian touching his forehead ribbon, or winking at him, or bumping shoulders with him.
He spent his nights of youth wrapped like a burrito, thinking about what a DILF Wei Wuxian looked in those black and red robes, scaring everyone in close vicinity just by existing. He was also sad with the fact that Wei Wuxian does not want to come Gusu with him, but horny thots took over melancholic ones.
He was not able to turn himself into a burrito after being whipped, so those month were even more painful for him, both physically and emotionally.
Every night for 13 years, he burrito-ed himself, trying to feel less sorrowful. He mourned, wept, sobbed, and mourned more, all of it done while wrapped up in a blanket.
Even now, when he is married to the love of his life, he burrito-es himself whenever the responsibilities and work of chief cultivator become a bit too much.
Wei Wuxian entering Jingshi after taking the juniors on a night hunt, all excited and ready to tell his husband all the funny anecdotes of the journey, only to find his adorable bunbun wrapped out.
Wei Wuxian knows when Lan Zhan does this. So he carefully walked towards the bed and sits at the edge, smiling fondly at his big burrito.
"Baobao..." He called softly while petting his husbun from above the blanket.
"Wei Ying. You are back." Lan Wangji would ask with a soft expression, half of his anxiety already gone at the sight of his husband.
"Hmm... So it's a burrito night today. Am I invited?" Wei Ying asks cheekily, already knowing the reply.
"Mn. Wei Ying is always invited." Lan Wangji would say before opening one side of the blanket, making space for Wei ying to enter.
They both settle in the Giant burrito, Limbs tangled in a love knot, trading soft, chaste kisses.
It warms Lan Wangji's heart more than anything else. The hole in his heart that was made after his mother's death would always be there, but he knows his husband is talented, he has already found a way to stich it, by loving Lan Wangji.
But the burrito nights would always be there, as it leaves no place for space between him and his DILF of a husband.
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