Mistaken Love And Hate

Epilogue

The warm summer breeze carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine into the room, where Wei Wuxian sat cross-legged on the bed, the golden rays of the setting sun painting the walls in soft amber hues.

Wei Wuxian glanced toward the open window, then shifted his gaze to Lan Wangji, who was carefully arranging Lan Yuan's toys in a neat row on the shelf. His every movement was deliberate, calm—so quintessentially Lan Wangji that it made Wei Wuxian's chest ache. 

Wei Wuxian's transition into married life had been anything but seamless. At first, the idea of sharing a home, let alone a room, with Lan Wangji had filled him with unease. The shadows of his early years with Lan Qinghen haunted him, the memories of raised voices, controlling behavior, and bruised pride leaving him flinching at even the most innocuous gestures.

There were nights when the tension grew too thick, when Wei Wuxian's instinct to bolt reared its head. One evening, shortly after they had moved into the same room, Lan Wangji had reached out to adjust the collar of Wei Wuxian's robe, his hand brushing against Wei Wuxian's neck. The unintended touch had sent Wei Wuxian recoiling instinctively, his heart racing.

Lan Wangji had immediately stepped back, his expression stricken but composed. "Forgive me," he had said softly, bowing his head. "I will not touch you without your consent."

Wei Wuxian had nodded, muttering something about it being fine, but the shame of his reaction lingered. That night, Lan Wangji had left a note on the bedside table: You are safe here. Always. The words, written in Wangji's precise hand, had stayed with Wei Wuxian long after the paper had yellowed.

There were lighter moments, too—unintended comedic instances where their vastly different personalities clashed in ways that could only be described as absurd.

One morning, Wei Wuxian had attempted to make breakfast as a surprise for Lan Wangji. He had ended up setting off the fire alarm, the kitchen filled with smoke as charred pancakes lay abandoned in the pan. Lan Wangji had rushed in, alarmed, only to find Wei Wuxian waving a dishcloth at the smoke detector, his face smudged with flour.

"I was trying to make breakfast," Wei Wuxian had said sheepishly.

"Perhaps," Lan Wangji had replied, his lips twitching ever so slightly, "you should leave that to the maids."

Wei Wuxian had laughed, the sound bright and unguarded. It had been one of the first moments he had felt truly at ease in their shared space.

For three years, Wangji had been everything Wei Wuxian never thought he could have—patient, kind, unwavering. Three years had passed since they had begun rebuilding their fractured relationship. Three years of tentative steps forward, awkward missteps, and moments of quiet understanding. And through it all, Lan Wangji had been steadfast, never once faltering in his resolve to be a better partner, a better father, and a better man.

The alpha had shown his love not through grand declarations but through the consistency of his care. He had mended what was broken with quiet persistence, tending to Wei Wuxian's wounds not with force, but with the gentle balm of understanding.

Their shared life had been built brick by brick, with careful hands and deliberate effort. At first, the idea of sharing a room with Wangji had terrified Wei Wuxian. The shadows of his past—of Lan Qinghen's cruelty—clung to him, making him flinch at every unintentional movement, every raised voice, even the sound of a door closing too loudly. But Wangji had never once pressed him, never once demanded anything more than what Wei Wuxian could give.

It had taken time—years—for Wei Wuxian to believe that he was safe. Yet here he was, in the home they had made together, with their son who adored his father and their bond growing stronger with each passing day.

"Wangji," Wei Wuxian said softly, his voice trembling with a mix of nervousness and determination.

Lan Wangji turned from the window, his golden eyes warm and steady as they met Wei Wuxian's. He crossed the room in a few quiet strides, sitting beside him on the bed.

"What is it?" Wangji asked gently, his hand resting lightly on the mattress, close but not touching. He always waited for Wei Wuxian to close the distance—a silent acknowledgment of his boundaries.

Wei Wuxian drew in a deep breath, his hands twisting in his lap. "I've been thinking..." He hesitated, his heart pounding. "I want us to... to renew the bond."

Lan Wangji's eyes widened slightly, the only outward sign of his surprise. "Are you certain?" he asked, his voice careful, his expression unreadable.

Wei Wuxian nodded, his cheeks flushed. "I'm sure. You've... You've shown me that I can trust you. That you're not like him." His voice broke slightly, but he continued. "And I want this—for us. For Lan Yuan. For me."

Lan Wangji's hand finally moved, his fingers brushing against Wei Wuxian's. "I will," he said, his voice steady but low with emotion, "but only if you initiate the bond. This must be your choice, your moment."

Wei Wuxian blinked, startled. "You want me to...?"

Wangji nodded, his hand still lightly resting over Wei Wuxian's. "This is your decision. I want you to be certain—not because of me, but because it's what you truly want."

Wei Wuxian swallowed, his heart thundering in his chest. For a moment, doubt crept in, old fears whispering in his mind. But then he looked at Lan Wangji, at the quiet strength in his gaze, the unwavering love that had never once wavered in three years. He felt the weight of his past fall away, leaving only the warmth of the present.

Slowly, Wei Wuxian leaned forward, his lips brushing against Wangji's in a soft, tentative kiss. Lan Wangji responded with equal gentleness, letting Wei Wuxian set the pace.

Wei Wuxian shifted, straddling Wangji's lap, his hands trembling as they rested on the alpha's shoulders. "I've never..." he began, his voice trailing off.

"It's just us," Wangji murmured, his hands settling lightly on Wei Wuxian's hips, offering support but not control. "Take your time."

Wei Wuxian nodded, his confidence growing with each passing moment. He moved slowly, deliberately, his kisses deepening as their bodies aligned. The warmth between them grew, a quiet flame that banished the shadows of fear and doubt.

As their breaths mingled and their bodies moved in harmony, Wei Wuxian felt a surge of courage. His teeth grazed Wangji's neck, his breath hitching as he prepared to make the mark. Wangji tilted his head, baring his neck in silent permission.

Wei Wuxian bit down, the act both instinctual and deliberate, his teeth sinking into the soft skin of Wangji's nape. He felt a rush of warmth, of connection, as the bond flared to life between them.

Wangji's breath caught, and in one fluid motion, he returned the mark, his teeth grazing Wei Wuxian's neck before biting gently, sealing their renewed bond. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure, relief, and completion that left them both trembling.

They stayed entwined, their foreheads pressed together, their breaths mingling as the new bond settled between them.

"You're mine," Wangji whispered, his voice raw with emotion, "and I am yours. Always."

Wei Wuxian smiled, tears streaming down his cheeks as he cradled Wangji's face in his hands. "Always," he echoed, his heart full for the first time in years.

In the quiet glow of their room, with the soft sounds of their son's laughter drifting in through the open window, they finally found the happiness they had fought so hard to achieve. Together, they would face whatever came next—not as broken pieces trying to fit together, but as a family, whole and complete.

A/N I know that the story was already completed but I felt it needed some perspective. Forgiveness is not easily won. It takes patience, time and persistence and it is a mutual effort. @Zhanyi_bunny07 I hope I have done justice to the idea taken from your story. Though I have flipped the couple, made it omegaverse, I still tried to maintain the misunderstanding, fall out and the mending of the relationship. I hope you like it.