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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 129:

Part 128

Red Son excitedly made his way to the Li-Sun family residence. He happily knocked on the door, expecting to see either his Mum or Baba at the door.

He was a mixture of shocked and horrified when Ao Bing opened the door to greet him.

RS: Wha-

Bing: Hello, Red Son! I was-

RS: WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE??? WHERE IS MY MU- uh- MY UNCLE??? WHERE IS NEZHA??? *lights his fists on fire*

Bing: Whoa! I'm just here to look after Wukong while Nezha's at work! Here, you can come in and see for yourself. Wukong is resting in his craft room.

RS: He'd better be okay.

Sure enough, Wukong was asleep curled up on the couch in the craft room. An unfinished blanket rested on the coffee table next to him. He was tucked in with his favorite blanket, the one gifted to him by Nezha, neatly and tenderly.

From the look of it, Wukong had indeed been well cared for.

RS: Okay, he's unharmed, I'll give you that. But why are you the one caring for him?

Bing: Because you and your family were away and everyone else is at work with Nezha. It seems they need all hands on deck after Li Jing caused that government shutdown. Nezha estimated that he'll be at work until 10 o'clock at night.

RS: Wow, that bad?

Bing: Yes. But we are allowed to contact him. He is in a meeting as we speak, but he promised to call again when he is done.

RS: Then I will wait eagerly for that call.

Bing: Would you like help bringing your bags in?

RS: Sure. It's not like we have much else to do at the moment.

Bing: I know. I've been bored out of my mind when Wukong doesn't need me to do anything for him.

~~~

Nezha was so excited to hear Red Son's voice over the phone. Bing was doing Red Son's laundry in the other room, so they were alone to talk.

RS: I've missed you and Mum dearly, Baba. I'm very glad to be home. You know my heart is ultimately with you both!

Nezha: *from over the phone* I know, my son. And I'm happy that you're home to us. Though I wish I could spend more time with you over there.

RS: I know. Ao Bing filled me in. Jing's finally gone back to work, yes?

Nezha: Yes, and as much as I'm glad to get things accomplished, I wish I could be home with your Mum. He was up at three in the morning making himself a tube meal to have because he felt so malnourished.

RS: *gasps* Has that dragon not been taking well enough care for him?

Nezha: No. By all accounts, he's been doing very well. Your Mum's just at a difficult stage of recovery and needs all of the nutrients he can get. His brain is reforming itself faster than we anticipated which is both a blessing and a drawback.

Nezha: Luckily, he doesn't need to stay awake to have his tube meals. We've been having Bing give him tube meals every 3 hours with the meal types on rotation. That way he can have all the vitamins and minerals he needs to recover.

RS: Oh, poor Mum. I should've come home sooner.

Nezha: Do not blame yourself, Son. He will be okay, he just needs time and care.

RS: And now I am home to help!

Nezha: Yes, you are... However, I would like Bing to stay and help care for Wukong. Your Mum and I talked and we agreed that you put too much pressure on yourself to care for him. We appreciate the help, don't get us wrong, but we also want you to be another member of the family rather than a nurse for your Mum.

RS: I... I understand. It's just... I want to help!And-

Nezha: And you may! But we don't want it to be all on you. You're our son, not our caregiver. We're meant to take care of you, not the other way around. We love you so much, which is why we're choosing this.

RS: I understand.

RS: Come to think of it, it would be rather nice to have some help with Mum. He can be a handful even if he's trying to be anything but!

Nezha: Yes, I'm aware. I love him dearly, and I have been considering getting full-time help with him. It might be good for both of us. Juggling work and a sick husband is a lot to handle, and I've burnt myself out more than once trying to keep up.

RS: That's not good. Maybe help is required.

Nezha: Bing is a good help. If he didn't have responsibilities of his own, I'd have considered him to be the help in question. I'm still hesitant about hiring someone though.

RS: I could ask around. I have the contacts for most of Mum's doctors and favorite nurses. Perhaps one of them knows someone reputable enough for Mum.

Nezha: We can look into that, yes. But for now, have some rest, would you? And tell your Mum all about your trip when he wakes up?

RS: I will. I'm a bit tired from the drive over here, anyway.

~~~

Red Son helped Wukong into bed while yapping his ears off about everything that happened during the two-week vacation.

RS: And can you believe it's September already? It feels both like it's still January and we should be in December at the same time!

SWK: *weakly* Mhm. *curls up in bed*

RS: Uh... am I talking too much, Mum? I can stop if you'd like.

SWK: No, baby. *yawns* You're good. Mum's just tired and not feeling very well.

RS: Would you perhaps like some relaxing music to rest to and enjoy?

SWK: Oh, that sounds lovely! You put that on and come lay down with me.

RS: I will!

~~~

It was awfully relaxing, listening to his Mum's favorite lo-fi videos while lying down with him. Red Son missed the soft and intimate moments that came with snuggling quietly with his parents. And his Mum, perhaps the very first person to truly love him, was here with him. The comfort of his Mum's presence was like no other.

Wukong wasn't in good health but he was improving. That's all Red Son could ask for.

For the first time in however long it had been, it felt like everything would turn out all right.

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Honestly, after reading this, I am so tempted to have them not tell anyone who DAVE is. (Except Red Son of course)

I can imagine it now:

DBK: *growing increasingly confused* Who the fuck is Dave????

RS: Oh, they didn't tell you? It's what they decided to name Uncle's illness!

DBK: ...

DBK: You know, after +6,000 years of being brothers with your uncle, I really should have expected something like that.

DBK: But I didn't...

Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 128:

Part 127

TW: mentions of blood,

As soon as he settled into his office to get work done, Nezha called Wukong, just to hear his voice. Wukong picked up almost immediately.

The conversation was slow at first. Simple chatting about the day's plans.

After the conversation lulled once again, Wukong started softly singing. Whatever songs came to his mind, he sang them for Nezha, even if they were in a language he didn't understand.

Nezha was happy to listen. It made the office feel less lifeless and constricting.

Before he started singing, Nezha couldn't help be zone out and despair about the time they're spending apart. He knew doing so only lengthened that time, but he couldn't help it.

Wukong's voice soothed Nezha's very soul. Every bit of dread and anxiety seemed to be a distant memory once the notes rang out through the office, soft as the end of the day.

Nezha could also hear the subtle click of knitting needles at work. He could tell that it wasn't another sweater that his husband was making, but a blanket. A large one at that. He could only imagine the colors and who it was for.

~~~

Erlang brought Nezha's favorite breakfast muffins to him at brunch time.

Erlang noticeably softened once he realized whose voice was singing from Nezha's phone. He smiled a special gentle smile that Nezha had only seen once before: on their wedding day.

Erlang: Is that pre-recorded?

Nezha: Nope, it's live. *grabs the phone* Say hi to Baba, Mushroom!

SWK: *from over the phone* *delighted* Hi, Erlang! How are things?

Erlang: Somehow boring and busy simultaneously. Only Jing could create that kind of work for everyone.

SWK: *laughs* Naturally.

Erlang: How are things on your end?

SWK: We're good. Ao Bing is with me.

Erlang: *looks at Nezha, shocked* *mouthing the words* What happened and when???

Nezha: *mouthing the words* I'll explain later.

SWK: Uh... everything okay over there?

Erlang: Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just a bit surprised is all.

~~~

Nezha's favorite songs were the ones that had a story in them or dialogue. Hearing Wukong sing with various emotions and voice imitations was always a treat. It was clear how much fun Wukong was having with them.

Nezha didn't even realize how much he was getting done. He never realized how much easier it was to work while having background noise and someone to talk to if his mind wandered a certain direction or just needed someone to bounce ideas off of.

Before, Nezha used to confine himself to silence and solitude to get things done. It was how he was taught, after all. But this worked so much better.

Perhaps he should do this more often.

~~~

SWK: *over the phone* Bing's helping setting up my tubes for lunch. What are you having, Daffodil?

Nezha: Oh! I didn’t even realize it was lunchtime. I packed a sandwich as well as a juice and some other things, but knowing Baba, he's going to bring me more food in a few minutes.

SWK: Aw, I'm glad he's looking out for you. I've been worried about you.

Nezha: Don't be. Just hearing your voice helps me greatly. I can get work done quickly and focus more with you on the phone with me. I only wish I could feed you myself. Which of the tube meals are you having today?

SWK: The green one. I've had purple three times in a row so I felt I needed the green.

Nezha: Darling, you know you ought to have them on rotation! Do you not check to see which vitamins and minerals you are lacking in?

SWK: I don't know how to work that device. Also, that thing scares me. It's literally supposed to prick me and draw blood.

Nezha: I know it's scary, but the blood test is supposed to help you see which tube meal you should be having so you don't get malnourished. That's a very real danger for someone of your condition.

SWK: I hate calling it "my condition" I know the doctors said that it's a problem with my immune system and my mental health going splat while my body still retains damage from, well, everything. It's kind of a self-inflicted sickness that I never meant to cause but really.

SWK: You have a name for your illness, why can't I have one for mine?

Nezha: Hmm... If you could name it, what would you name it?

SWK: ✨️Dave✨️

Nezha: No.

SWK: Please?

Nezha: No.

SWK: Aw. :(

Nezha: That sounds like a person, not a disease. We are not giving it a person name.

SWK: Well, do you have any ideas?

Nezha: Hmm... I don't know.

SWK: What if Dave is the initials for it?

Nezha: You'd have to come up with words that fit the letters.

SWK: Easy, Depressive Autoimmune... uh...

SWK: Very Ew. Or something.

Nezha: *laughs* The first two are perfect, the last two need work.

SWK: Any suggestions?

Nezha: I can't think of any v words. Maybe an e word could be... Effect?

SWK: Could be! Still need a v.

Nezha: Wait, let me look something up. How about Viral? It means both a rapid spread of something and is related to the word virus.

SWK: Ooh! That's perfect!

Nezha: So, Depressive Autoimmune Viral Effect?

SWK: AKA D.A.V.E.!

Nezha: Okay. If you are happy with that, we can call it that.

SWK: Yay, D.A.V.E.!

Nezha: Not yay, very not yay. We're trying to make D.A.V.E. go away and not come back.

SWK: True.

Erlang: Who's Dave?

Nezha: Oh, Baba's here. I'll call you back after lunch, okay?

SWK: Okay!

Nezha: Punch D.A.V.E. in the face for me, okay love?

SWK: I will! Love you!

Nezha: Love you too. Bye Mushroom!

SWK: Bye!

Nezha: *hangs up*

Erlang: Again... who's Dave?

Nezha: It's what my husband decided to name his illness.

Erlang: Why am I not surprised?

Nezha: Probably because you know him.

Erlang: *laughs* True.

Erlang: I brought you some beef noodles.

Nezha: Yes! I love you!

Erlang: You don't eat beef nearly as much as you used to, do you?

Nezha: Do not tell the Bull Family.

Erlang: I would never. Now, mind filling me in on everything I missed in your life?

Nezha: Of course, *jokingly* would you like it in chronological order or by category?

Erlang: *laughs* By category, please. And start with the dragons if you may.

Nezha: Sure thing, Baba.

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FloaPS Facts Part 23:

Height Differences:

Nezha and Wukong are the same height but no one can tell because Nezha is rarely seen without his Fire Wheels and Wukong now uses a wheelchair

Red Son is taller than Nezha and Wukong but again, no one can tell he's taller than Nezha

It was obvious that Red Son was taller than Wukong though. After reuniting after centuries of being apart, Wukong was amazed at how much Red Son had grown. He even joked: "Who gave you permission to be taller than me?" (He was so proud of him)

MK is taller than Wukong, but shorter than Red Son

Pigsy is half an inch shorter than Wukong (it's barely noticeable)

Tang and MK are the same height

Mei is between Red Son's and MK's heights

Princess Iron Fan is the same height as Mei

Erlang Shen is a foot taller than Red Son

Xiaotian Quan is hip-height to Erlang

Li Jing, Jinzha, and Muzha are the same height as Red Son

River is half an inch taller than Wukong

Sandy is twice Red Son's height

DBK can change his size as he wishes, so no one knows how tall he is naturally, not even Princess Iron Fan (she never cared about it)

Guanyin towers over DBK when they're both in their natural sizes

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 128:

Part 127

TW: mentions of blood,

As soon as he settled into his office to get work done, Nezha called Wukong, just to hear his voice. Wukong picked up almost immediately.

The conversation was slow at first. Simple chatting about the day's plans.

After the conversation lulled once again, Wukong started softly singing. Whatever songs came to his mind, he sang them for Nezha, even if they were in a language he didn't understand.

Nezha was happy to listen. It made the office feel less lifeless and constricting.

Before he started singing, Nezha couldn't help be zone out and despair about the time they're spending apart. He knew doing so only lengthened that time, but he couldn't help it.

Wukong's voice soothed Nezha's very soul. Every bit of dread and anxiety seemed to be a distant memory once the notes rang out through the office, soft as the end of the day.

Nezha could also hear the subtle click of knitting needles at work. He could tell that it wasn't another sweater that his husband was making, but a blanket. A large one at that. He could only imagine the colors and who it was for.

~~~

Erlang brought Nezha's favorite breakfast muffins to him at brunch time.

Erlang noticeably softened once he realized whose voice was singing from Nezha's phone. He smiled a special gentle smile that Nezha had only seen once before: on their wedding day.

Erlang: Is that pre-recorded?

Nezha: Nope, it's live. *grabs the phone* Say hi to Baba, Mushroom!

SWK: *from over the phone* *delighted* Hi, Erlang! How are things?

Erlang: Somehow boring and busy simultaneously. Only Jing could create that kind of work for everyone.

SWK: *laughs* Naturally.

Erlang: How are things on your end?

SWK: We're good. Ao Bing is with me.

Erlang: *looks at Nezha, shocked* *mouthing the words* What happened and when???

Nezha: *mouthing the words* I'll explain later.

SWK: Uh... everything okay over there?

Erlang: Oh, yeah, sorry. I was just a bit surprised is all.

~~~

Nezha's favorite songs were the ones that had a story in them or dialogue. Hearing Wukong sing with various emotions and voice imitations was always a treat. It was clear how much fun Wukong was having with them.

Nezha didn't even realize how much he was getting done. He never realized how much easier it was to work while having background noise and someone to talk to if his mind wandered a certain direction or just needed someone to bounce ideas off of.

Before, Nezha used to confine himself to silence and solitude to get things done. It was how he was taught, after all. But this worked so much better.

Perhaps he should do this more often.

~~~

SWK: *over the phone* Bing's helping setting up my tubes for lunch. What are you having, Daffodil?

Nezha: Oh! I didn’t even realize it was lunchtime. I packed a sandwich as well as a juice and some other things, but knowing Baba, he's going to bring me more food in a few minutes.

SWK: Aw, I'm glad he's looking out for you. I've been worried about you.

Nezha: Don't be. Just hearing your voice helps me greatly. I can get work done quickly and focus more with you on the phone with me. I only wish I could feed you myself. Which of the tube meals are you having today?

SWK: The green one. I've had purple three times in a row so I felt I needed the green.

Nezha: Darling, you know you ought to have them on rotation! Do you not check to see which vitamins and minerals you are lacking in?

SWK: I don't know how to work that device. Also, that thing scares me. It's literally supposed to prick me and draw blood.

Nezha: I know it's scary, but the blood test is supposed to help you see which tube meal you should be having so you don't get malnourished. That's a very real danger for someone of your condition.

SWK: I hate calling it "my condition" I know the doctors said that it's a problem with my immune system and my mental health going splat while my body still retains damage from, well, everything. It's kind of a self-inflicted sickness that I never meant to cause but really.

SWK: You have a name for your illness, why can't I have one for mine?

Nezha: Hmm... If you could name it, what would you name it?

SWK: ✨️Dave✨️

Nezha: No.

SWK: Please?

Nezha: No.

SWK: Aw. :(

Nezha: That sounds like a person, not a disease. We are not giving it a person name.

SWK: Well, do you have any ideas?

Nezha: Hmm... I don't know.

SWK: What if Dave is the initials for it?

Nezha: You'd have to come up with words that fit the letters.

SWK: Easy, Depressive Autoimmune... uh...

SWK: Very Ew. Or something.

Nezha: *laughs* The first two are perfect, the last two need work.

SWK: Any suggestions?

Nezha: I can't think of any v words. Maybe an e word could be... Effect?

SWK: Could be! Still need a v.

Nezha: Wait, let me look something up. How about Viral? It means both a rapid spread of something and is related to the word virus.

SWK: Ooh! That's perfect!

Nezha: So, Depressive Autoimmune Viral Effect?

SWK: AKA D.A.V.E.!

Nezha: Okay. If you are happy with that, we can call it that.

SWK: Yay, D.A.V.E.!

Nezha: Not yay, very not yay. We're trying to make D.A.V.E. go away and not come back.

SWK: True.

Erlang: Who's Dave?

Nezha: Oh, Baba's here. I'll call you back after lunch, okay?

SWK: Okay!

Nezha: Punch D.A.V.E. in the face for me, okay love?

SWK: I will! Love you!

Nezha: Love you too. Bye Mushroom!

SWK: Bye!

Nezha: *hangs up*

Erlang: Again... who's Dave?

Nezha: It's what my husband decided to name his illness.

Erlang: Why am I not surprised?

Nezha: Probably because you know him.

Erlang: *laughs* True.

Erlang: I brought you some beef noodles.

Nezha: Yes! I love you!

Erlang: You don't eat beef nearly as much as you used to, do you?

Nezha: Do not tell the Bull Family.

Erlang: I would never. Now, mind filling me in on everything I missed in your life?

Nezha: Of course, *jokingly* would you like it in chronological order or by category?

Erlang: *laughs* By category, please. And start with the dragons if you may.

Nezha: Sure thing, Baba.

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Ok, I've decided that I literally love you so much and I follow you to the ends of the earth now

Thank you 😊

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Hey noticed you like lmk, and idk if you like ninjago too, but if you do, maybe check out the spicynoodles bio parents au by (I think) kyri-45

K bye

I read every chapter the second it's posted. I love it!

Yes, I'm a ninjago fan too. Been a fan since the pilots.

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Hi :)

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 127:

Part 126:

TW: mentions of drug influence, swears,

"Do you think we'll still be able to go on vacation in September?"

"I fear not, my darling."

It was hard to fall asleep knowing what was going to happen the next morning. Neither one of them was excited about the time they would spend apart. Nezha was allowed to call home, so they could at least talk to each other via their home phone. But who knows how occupied Nezha would be?

Ao Bing had already been situated and now slept in the guest room. He brought along some of the inheritance from Ao Lie with him when he came. It sat untouched in the living room as Wukong could hardly bear to look at the box of his husband's old belongings, let alone open it.

Then there was their upcoming vacation.

The family had been informed that the dates would likely be pushed back because of Nezha's work, and they had yet to put out new dates as they just didn't know how long work would last.

Nezha: I'm so sorry about all of this, love.

SWK: *tucking him in* It's alright, Daffodil. We'll go on that trip someday. Then we will get to hold many grandbabies.

Nezha: Oh, how I look forward to that! They are all so cute, every one of them. You made a very good family.

SWK: And I'm happy you're a part of it and that you enjoy them so much.

Nezha: How old are the littlest ones now?

SWK: Savage's twins should be around 7 months old if I remember correctly.

Nezha: Aww, so tiny!

SWK: Yes! Tiny babies with the littlest paws!

Nezha: *puts his hands to his chest* Oh, my heart!

SWK: *genuinely concerned* You aren't actually having problems, are you?

Nezha: No, I'm fine. I just love my grandchildren, that's all.

SWK: That reminds me, you still haven't chosen your Grandparent Name!

Nezha: Can I just let the little ones choose for me?

SWK: Bad idea.

Nezha: Okay... is Yeye taken?

SWK: Yeah, that was Lie's. But I think you could get away with it if you add your name after Yeye.

Nezha: No, I do not wish to steal from him any more than I already have.

Nezha: What is your Grandparent Name again?

SWK: Nana or Gran-gran. It varies by family branch.

Nezha: Aw, sweet. Hmm... what should I be?

Nezha: ...

Nezha: I don't know.

SWK: We may have to resort to the kids coming up with one. Maybe let's let the older ones pick if we have to.

Nezha: Fine by me.

~~~

Muzha: Out of all the parental titles, why did you choose to be called Mama?

Jing: I didn't. Frankie just called me that and it stuck. I'm not nearly as picky about it as I once was. If you want to change what you call me, you can.

River wiped the drool from his shirt while he listened to the conversation. Jing was leaving in a few minutes, but that didn't concern River so much as the mess he might leave in his wake.

~~~

Nezha: And you have everything you need? I can go over the binder again if need be!

Bing: Yes, my friend. We will be alright. I can handle him. I will call you if anything goes wrong. Plus, I doubt Wukong will want to go ten minutes without talking to you over the phone.

Nezha: True. Keep me posted.

SWK: *hugs him by the waist* If your father gives you any trouble, I will personally kick his ass. I do not care that I am crippled, I will do it.

Nezha: I will miss you, too.

Nezha: *moves to hug him properly*

SWK: *kisses his cheek*

Nezha: And you let me know if Red Son gets home from his vacation early, okay?

SWK: I will.

Nezha & SWK: *touch foreheads and shares breath*

Nezha: I had better get going.

SWK: *does his saddest monkey face*

Nezha: Oh, please don't make that face! You're only making this harder!

SWK: Okay. *gives him one last hug and cheek kiss* Be home as soon as you can, okay? No dilly-dallying!

Nezha: I promise, I will be home as fast as possible. No dilly-dallying whatsoever.

Nezha: I love you.

SWK: I love you too.

Nezha: *pulls away from the hug* Goodbye, my darling Mushroom.

SWK: Goodbye, sweetest Daffodil.

Nezha: *leaves*

Bing: ... Two questions-

SWK: Yes, we are always like this, and yes, we have cutesy pet names for each other, what about it?

Bing: I was actually going to ask you what "dilly-dallying" is and why you had those particular pet names for each other.

SWK: Oh! Sorry, those just tend to be the answers to common questions we get.

Bing: I figured as much.

SWK: Yeah, so, dilly-dallying is taking far more time than is necessary to do something and both of the pet names are my fault. Not complaining though!

SWK: I assign all of my loved ones different flowers that fit them in one way or another. It's kinda my thing. I didn't want to give Nezha lotuses so I chose daffodils instead.

SWK: The "Mushroom" bit is based on something I said while absolutely tripping balls on anesthesia after my surgery.

SWK: They gave me the really good stuff. It was amazing. I don't remember anything!

Bing: That is hilarious. And adorable.

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My cousin just had her baby and now my grandma is a great-grandma. Her great-grandma name is GG.

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What’s gonna happen if redsons parents find out abt the whole “calling Wukong and Nezha by parental names” thing? Bc it’s already been established it would not go down well. If a fight breaks out, who would Redson choose? Would he go no contact with his bio parents like Nezha did?

If DBK and PIF found out that Red Son calls Wukong and Nezha not just any parental title, but one more endearing than the ones he calls them? Yeah, they'd be mad, but they'd be more heartbroken than anything. Ultimately, they know they kinda brought this upon themselves.

If a fight does break out, Red Son would likely choose Wukong and Nezha. They loved him from the start, unconditionally.

But he wouldn't make that decision easily. Red Son now runs a business that relies on DBK and PIF's wallets. He doesn't want to lose that. It would take away the only thing that makes him feel like he has a purpose. Don't get him wrong, Red Son loves DBK and PIF, but his relationship with them is more complex.

I don't think he'd go no-contact so much as he would take a break from them.

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 126:

Part 125:

"You're returning to work?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

Li Jing was returning to work both out of necessity for Heaven's political situation and because he felt like he had gotten his life in a more stable position. This meant that Nezha, too, would have to return to work.

Wukong wasn't happy about it, but he understood.

Nezha: I will likely have to work overtime to make up for all of the work left unattended while we were gone. We were gone for an entire month. Father had better pay me the overtime amount. It's his fault this is happening.

SWK: How much overtime will that be?

Nezha: ... I don't know.

Nezha: Likely an additional five or six hours a day for weeks. Weekends will likely be booked as well.

SWK: Do you want me to go to work with you? Fourteen or fifteen hours a day is a really long time.

Nezha: I'm still debating that. I know you will be bored out of your mind while we're there. But dropping you off at someone else's house for so long each day doesn't seem like a good idea either. We don't even have anyone to drop you off with.

Nezha: The Bull Family is still out on vacation and they are working individuals too. I- *sees Wukong's "I have an idea" face*

Nezha: ... What are you planning?

SWK: Ao-

Nezha: NO!!!

SWK: *flinches*

Nezha: *panicked* W-w-w-wait! Shh-shh-shh, shh-shh-shh. I didn't mean to scare you.

Nezha: You were saying?

SWK: *avoiding eye contact* Ao Bing offered his help. He might be our best bet.

Nezha: *thinks over the idea*

SWK: I know you two only just started talking again, and that you don't entirely trust him-

Nezha: No, you have a point. Bing might be our best bet. Everyone else is either joining me in cleaning up Father's mess or unavailable.

SWK: My other thought was Muzha.

Nezha: ...

Nezha: I'll call Bing.

SWK: Wait, really?

Nezha: Muzha is likely to neglect you in favor of his schooling or drag you along on whatever he has planned already. Either way, it's worse than Bing would do.

SWK: True.

Nezha: And Eldest brother told me that Muzha almost punted Frankie out of jealousy the other day.

SWK: Yeah... no. Not going with him.

Nezha: Jinzha will be watching Frankie and River at Father's house and I don't want him spread too thin, so he's a no-go as well.

Nezha: So that would make Bing our only option.

SWK: I'm surprised you're agreeing to this.

Nezha: As am I! But I believe he will take good care of you, and that he will respect our boundaries with him.

SWK: Okay! Let's do it!

Nezha: I'll call him now.

~~~

Bing: *over the phone* Really? You want me to help take care of him? For such a long time as that?

Nezha: Yes, yes I do. So will you?

Bing: Yes! Of course! Whatever he needs, I will provide! Do you want me to stay over at your house?

Nezha: If possible, yes.

Bing: I will be over! I do need time to prepare though. And I do have my own duties but those shouldn't take longer than a few hours a week and he can stay with me as I work.

Nezha: That is alright, friend. As long as Wukong is cared for.

Bing: Of course, anything for my cousin-in-law! Or is it simply cousin? Either way, he will have everything he requires.

Nezha: Thank you, my friend.

~~~

Jing: Are you absolutely sure you can take care of Frankie? Like, absolutely su-

Jinzha: Again, Father, yes, I can handle him. There are others who can do my job while I'm here and I am well-suited to take care of the littlest member of our family.

Jing: Okay, well, remember that I have diapers and baby wipes in Frankie's room. The milk warmer is in the kitchen and he can digest normal cow's milk-

Jinzha: Yes, I know all I need to, now go! *shooing him towards the door*

Jing: Call me if anything happens to him!

Jinzha: I will! Now say your farewells and be on your way. You have much work to do.

Jing: Alright. *walks over to where Frankie is* Ew, Frankie, don't put that in your mouth! Not all of your thumbs should go in there!

Frankie: *sucking on his foot-thumb* ???

Jing: *sits down in front of him* I love you little one. Mama will be back in a few hours. Now, give Mama hugs and kisses! *reaches for him*

Frankie: *reaches for Jing* Mamamama!

Jing: *embraces him* *rocking side to side*

Jing: *kisses Frankie's forehead repeatedly* I love you, my baby. Be good for your Gege, okay?

Frankie: Gagegegegage!

Jing: *laughs* Okay, baby. Give kiss?

Frankie: *mushes his face into Jing's face*

Jing: *laughs louder* Thank you, baby!

Jing: Mama loves you too. Now I'm gonna hand you over to Gege, okay?

Frankie: *sneezes on Jing* Amama gegega.

Jing: *wipes himself off* Yep, thanks for that. *hands him over to Jinzha*

Jing: *brushes Frankie's hair out of the way* I'll be back soon, my little love. *kisses Frankie's forehead one more time*

Jing: *leaves* *closes the door behind him*

Frankie: *hears door close* *starts crying*

Jinzha: Oh! *petting Frankie's hair* Shh-shh-shh, shh-shh-shh, shh-shh-shh. It's okay, Frankie. It's okay. Shh-shh-shh.

*3 hours later*

Jinzha: *finally got Frankie to stop crying and fall asleep* *sets Frankie down in his crib*

Jinzha: *wiping his brow* Phew!

*random dog starts barking outside*

Frankie: *wakes up* *starts sniffing*

Jinzha: No! No-no-no-no-no!

Frankie: *starts crying again*

Jinzha: Ugh! Not again!

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I have had those moments when caring for babies with separation issues. It's not fun.

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𝔹𝕠𝕟𝕦𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕌𝕟𝕝𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕕

Lose You Now

TW: mentions of suicide, grief, fainting, vomiting,

(Takes place after River tried to take his life but before Jing found out they could be saved)

The adrenaline from the news had yet to fully wear off. Jing just redirected it to his new mission: finding anything and everything he could about the elixir that Macaque River took to end himself.

I wish I could remember every second we had

I know I tried to count 'em all

One by one, one by one

But you don't get 'em back, you don't get 'em back

Take every memory we've ever had

Oh, I wanna live 'em all

One by one, one by one

None of these documents made any sense to Jing! He couldn't read, his heart was beating too fast, and his mind was spinning like crazy. The room started spinning too.

And I swear that I'm not gonna lose you now

I'll keep you in my life somehow and

Even when the lights go down, down

I could never lose you now

How many hours had he stayed up in a never-ending adrenaline-fueled research rush? All of the lights in the house were on, but Jing could barely see two feet in front of him.

And even though we're not so close here

Maybe you can pick me up still

'Cause I can't stop falling down

I can't stop falling down

And I'm not gonna lose you now

I'm not gonna lose you now

He was starting to slow down. No. No, he couldn't slow down. Coffee, he needed coffee. Where was that machine?

Oh, I can still remember all the lessons you gave me

I hope that I can live 'em all

One by one, one by one

Don't you go lookin' back, there's no lookin' back

How many cups did he drink? It felt like his blood flowed with electricity. It was too much and yet not enough!

And I don't need to open every picture I saved up

I'm only tryna visit with you

One by one, one by one

*CRASH*

How did that cat tree end up through the window? Why were most of the coffee mugs shattered on the kitchen floor? Why was Jing's head spinning so much?

And I swear that I'm not gonna lose you now

I need you in my life somehow and

Even when the lights go down, down

I could never lose you now

Even though we're not so close here

Maybe you can pick me up still

Why hadn't he made any progress? Where were all of the useful documents? Why did it hurt to breathe?

'Cause I can't stop falling down

I can't stop falling down

And I'm not gonna lose you now

Even when I'm falling down

I'm not gonna lose you now

What time was it? What day was it? Why was he so dizzy?

'Cause I can't stop falling down

I can't stop falling down

I'll keep you in my life somehow and

Even when the lights go down, down

I'm not gonna lose you now

I'm not gonna lose you now

Jing collapsed to the ground.

When he got up, he puked and passed out.

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 125:

Part 124:

Erlang stopped by after the storm stopped to make sure his son and son-in-law were okay. He came bearing medical supplies, flashlights, and food.

Wukong slept soundly in the blanket fort, his hand still in a bag of unfinished fruit snacks. Nezha played with the sleeping monkey's hair while he talked to his Baba.

Nezha: Baba, is everything going alright with work? Has father returned to his position yet?

Erlang: Kind of and no, but he is planning to. I do check in with him often. There have been a few things going on in Jing's house. Nothing too extreme, just old problems forcing themselves to be dealt with.

Nezha: Muzha finally snapped, didn't he?

Erlang: Indeed. I suppose you saw the signs? *gives Xiaotian Quan belly rubs*

Nezha: He snapped at me before I pointed him to the root of his problems.

Erlang: Ah! Should've seen that one coming. Your brother is smart academically, but not so much with matters of the heart. Maybe he'll get there one day.

Nezha & Erlang: ...

Nezha: Probably not.

Erlang: Yeah, probably not.

~~~

*in the living room*

Jinzha: Do not punt the baby, Muzha.

Muzha: I wasn't gonna!

Jinzha: You were looking at him like you were going to.

Muzha: *crosses arms and looks away* Well, I'm not!

Jinzha: Please don't take your anger out on Frankie and River, they are not responsible for your pain or Father's negligence of you.

Muzha: I know.

Jinzha: Brother, please.

Muzha: *whips his head around to look at him* I said I know!

Jinzha: I thought you and Father sorted things out, why are you continuously expressing fury? Did nothing come of your conversation?

Muzha: We did talk it out, but I don't think Father will keep his word to me. He didn't before. River and Frankie weren't even fully in the picture back then.

Muzha: *saddened* He seems to only talk to me out of obligation. It's like he wishes I were never born...

Frankie: *scoots over to him* *hugs his leg*

Frankie: Gegege?

Muzha: Frankie?! When did you learn that word? *picks him up*

Jinzha: Father taught him that shortly after your argument. He does want you. Even if it doesn't seem like it on the surface.

Jinzha: Father loves all of us. He just... has his issues. His own set of problems that hold him back...

Jinzha: But who in this family doesn't?

Jinzha: We may be gods, but that doesn't make us perfect. Never did, never will.

Jinzha: We're just people, ultimately. As is our Father.

Jinzha: That doesn't mean that we forgive and forget every wrongdoing, but it does mean that while we can want better things from others, we can't expect perfection.

Jinzha: Father has been going to therapy. He is trying to go back to work. He's making an effort to get his life back on track. It might not seem like it, but that's something. Something important.

Jinzha: And we might need to meet him halfway.

Jinzha: I spend more time here to help with Frankie and River, and Nezha will see Father when they return to work.

Jinzha: What do you do to spend time with Father outside of family gatherings?

Muzha: ...

Muzha: Nothing, I suppose.

Jinzha: Maybe try to visit more often. I know you're busy with schoolwork, but maybe come over for dinner once a week or so. See if that helps.

Jinzha: We can't expect Father to plan every activity we do together, can we?

Muzha: I suppose not.

Jinzha: Father pays attention to those in this house most often. It's easiest to deal with what's right in front of you. So be in front of him.

Jinzha: We have to try too. We're too old to ask Father to care for our relationships with him by himself. We need to make an effort too.

Jinzha: I'm saying this because I've learned it the hard way. And now it's your turn.

Jinzha: Nezha and I are giving you an opening to steal the spotlight. So do it.

Muzha: ...

Muzha: I will.

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I'll do Nezha then!

You've been given the clear!

@the-immortal-restless has just laid down the rule of don't use our likenesses to be mean ❤️

Have fun!

- @mistykitten-gxm

Cool!

Should I do Wukong or Nezha? Kinda leaning towards Nezha but I can do either one!

[autism-autobot]

You've been given the clear!

@the-immortal-restless has just laid down the rule of don't use our likenesses to be mean ❤️

Have fun!

- @mistykitten-gxm

Cool!

Should I do Wukong or Nezha? Kinda leaning towards Nezha but I can do either one!

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It's okay, I didn't know @autism-detector was a thing, lol

What about @snapdragonzz ?

- @mistykitten-gxm

What about them?

I follow them too if that's what you're wondering.

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It's not really my place to diagnose????

So... maybe????

What about @snapdragonzz ?

- @mistykitten-gxm

What about them?

I follow them too if that's what you're wondering.

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What about @snapdragonzz ?

- @mistykitten-gxm

What about them?

I follow them too if that's what you're wondering.