#fuqin finally

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statement concept: depression nest becoming a real nest

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For wen!wei wuxian au, I would love to read something from lan jingyi's perspective during or after the whole arrow thing

In the days after the battle at Pingquan, Lan Jingyi hardly left his bed.

He had feared his father's anger at his deception since the very moment he decided to join the war effort: but in true child-fashion, he never once dreamed that his blunders on the battlefield would bring about his family's utter ruin.

Zhan-shushu, taken captive and tortured. The most important spy for the resistance, maimed for life by a poisoned arrow that was loosed by Jingyi's own hand.

His father had not punished him. Perhaps he understood that no punishment could be worse than watching his uncle falling to his knees, the tip of a bloody Wen spearhead at his throat, and shouting for Father to leave him and flee with Jingyi. Perhaps he holds himself responsible for the whole debacle, believing that he ought to have noticed Jingyi switching places with the young soldier in the eighth regiment. Or perhaps—and Jingyi cannot help but pray that he is mistaken—he intends to storm the Wen camp with his generals and free Zhan-shushu during the night, without a care for what might happen to him during the rescue.

"No," Father says hollowly, when Jingyi finally dares to ask if he plans to go after Zhan-shushu. "You must be taken back to safety, and we have wounded to tend—and the Wen will be thrice as vicious as usual now that Wei Wuxian has been injured. We're going home."

"But—!"

His father turns away, already calling for Nie Zonghui to help him prepare for their departure: and after they set off for Qinghe, Jingyi is left to himself until the regiment reaches the crossroad near Tangshan.

"Come on," Fuqin tells him, in the same dreadful, empty voice he spoke with the day before. "You and I are going to the Cloud Recesses."

Jingyi's blood runs cold. "W-why?"

"You must return to your Ba, where it is safe, and I must give him the news about Wangji in person. I can't leave a thing like this to A-Sang or Zonghui."

With that, Fuqin picks Jingyi up and sets him on Baxia's hovering blade as if he weighed no more than a kitten; and so, they begin the long, cold journey to Gusu.

They alight at the gate beneath the Cloud Recesses to find Jingyi's Baba already waiting for them. At a glance, he seems to understand that something has gone terribly wrong: so he turns around without another word and leads them up to the Hanshi, where Father finally breaks the news about Zhan-shushu's fate in Pingquan.

In all his seventeen years, Lan Jingyi had never seen his Ba cry. His Fuqin cries often, and the entire family knows how to comfort him when he does—but he was too shamed to shed a single tear when he told Jingyi's Baba about Zhan-shushu, and Ba was so distraught upon hearing the news that he nearly wept himself sick.

Captured. Captured. The terrible word has not left Jingyi's thoughts since he watched the Wens haul Zhan-shushu away; and that night, he lies in bed and wishes with all his might that he could wake up and find himself back in the Unclean Realm, where he was meant to be running errands for the quartermasters as they went about their daily duties.

Captured and tortured. After the Wen forces split in two, with half remaining at the battlefront and half retreating with Wei-jiangjun and Jingyi's uncle in tow, Nie Zonghui followed Wei-jiangjun's regiment on foot for three miles and returned to report that the general was near death—and that his men, enraged by their lord's cries of agony, had stripped the robes from Zhan-shushu's back and whipped half the flesh off his bones.

Zhan-shushu did not cry out, or so Nie Zonghui said. He was tied to stake planted in the earth, with his bonds fastened at waist-height so that he would be forced to kneel; and the whipping did not cease until thirty-three stripes had been laid on Zhan-shushu's back, at which point Wei-jiangjun's screams finally faltered and fell silent.

Lan Jingyi hears his father relay all this to his Ba with tears running down his cheeks; and when he is dismissed, he retreats to his bedroom and bolts the door in his wake.

But as luck would have it, his solitude does not last very long. His sister Jueying picks the lock in less than half a shichen, determined to drag him out for dinner and a bath. After he eats and bathes in the Hanshi's little hot spring, she follows him back to his room and insists on snuggling into bed with him; and the next morning, she drops the baby twins into his lap and orders him to cuddle them until he feels better.

"I don't think the twins are going to help, Yingying," he chokes, holding little Yunhua close to his chest. "Not when our shushu—when Zhan-shushu is—"

"He's not dead, so just stop," Lan Jueying snaps: but her voice is trembling, too, and Jingyi is suddenly certain that she must have cried earlier that morning, before he was awake enough to hear her. "He's an important prisoner, isn't he? Wen Ruohan's not just going to kill him."

Yet again, Jingyi thinks of his magnificent uncle—Gusu Lan's Hanguang-jun, the envy of every clan under the sun save the one to which he belonged—brought to his knees and taken captive due to Jingyi's foolhardiness, so that Jingyi might live, and stuffs his fist into his mouth to keep himself from sobbing out loud.

But then Fuqin and Baba call the four of them out for breakfast: and over their bowls of porridge and tea, Ba breaks the news that he, too, is going away to war.

"There is nothing else we can do," he says, as the poor baby twins—who have never known what it was for the six of them to live as a united family, since Father first rode to battle ten weeks after Yunhua and Yunhai were born—keep nibbling their sticks of youtiao in his lap. "Someone will have to take Wangji's place, and I may be able to keep up Wei-jiangjun's correspondence with his spies on the Jiangling front. I must go."

"What about the wards?" Jingyi says raggedly. "If you follow Father to Hejian—who's going to uphold them?"

Baba wraps a comforting arm around his shoulders; and in that instant, Lan Jingyi understands exactly what his father meant by must.

Jingyi is his parents' sole cultivated child, the only one whose physical form arose from Ba's lingli instead of his blood and body. As far as the protection seals are concerned, Lan Xichen and Lan Jingyi are one and the same, indistinguishable—and if Ba transcribes the anchoring arrays that uphold the wards on Jingyi's skin, he will be able to depart from the Cloud Recesses and leave the warding sigils untouched.

"I'll do it," he whispers at last. "I'll take care of the Cloud Recesses for you, Ba. Go."

[the-night-writer1]

If you're still taking prompts, here's one from the Discord: In the middle of the night, Macaque and pregnant Wukong are in bed, Wukong can't sleep due to his baby moving all over and Mac notices his mate's discomfort and ties to help.

Son of the monkeys au I hope you don't mind buddy)

It been a hard day and to Wukong it be a restless night. The little sunshine wasn't sleeping well and he couldn't soothe them it seemed. He'd tried all his nornal methods that worked on Mk. Music , rubbing his bump, monkeys cuddling the bump and even pleading. It had gotten pleading but nothing was working. The cub was just moving nonstop.

"Please bud just rest you've never been this restless before " Wukong said gently as he sat up in bed," What's got you so fussy sunshine?"

"Maybe he just misses his fuqin?" Macaque softly teased as he appeared in the room. He'd been gone most of the day helping Mk with deliveries , Pigsy spreading the word out about the shop and Sandy with missing cats. There was also after LBD's defeat Wukong wasn't quite ready for Macaque to move in. Which Macaque completely respected.

"Please don't tease me" Wukong said with a tired expression which worried Macaque . Last time he was here Wukong at least had a small comeback.

"Easy peaches I just heard you in distress and came to check in" Macaque spoke with tender tone as he came over to Wukong's side. He pressed his forehead against the monkey king's while gently Wukong's cheek with his right hand, " what do you need me to do?"

"Plum I just want them to sleep." Wukong whined as he leaned into Macaque's temporary embrace, "I've tried everything."

"I'll try to settle him down okay Peaches " Macaque said as he positioned himself over Wukong's bump. Gently placing his hands on the bump where he could feel the fussy baby feet.

"Hey Sunshine. You need to rest " Macaque hummed softly to the bump," I'm here you're both safe little sunbeam. It's alright to rest you and baba need it."

Wukong was relieved when sunshine's kicking was finally starting to calm down. Macaque seemed to hit the nail on the head. The cub was scared because it had just been the two of them. Wukong had been the only voice they heard today. They were fussy because they were scared.

Oh shit his unborn baby has PTSD.

[bloomingapricots]

I’m the Older Brother of the Villain, Those Who Dare Touch Him Will Pay

Updated here first at AO3

Summary

Shen Duzhe had no thoughts of being an older brother before, he didn't even know the concept till his younger brother was born. Despite their rocky beginnings, Shen Duzhe loves his brother and younger siblings very much.

Notes

The reader is called Dúzhě (读者) which means “reader”

Duzhe is male and the eldest Shen sibling here

There is some of my feelings as an older sibling

Shen Yuan’s younger sister will be called Hóng (虹) meaning “Rainbow”

Chapter 1 (Here) | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

Chapter One

“Because you’re an older brother” are words that Shen Duzhe despised most. “You’re an older brother, be more mature” are words Shen Duzhe heard often. “As an older brother, you have to be responsible for your younger siblings” it was not like Shen Duzhe asked his parents for siblings and wanted to be responsible. “You’re siblings, you have to be nice” just because he shared the same blood as them does not mean he should automatically like them.

When Shen Duzhe first learned he was going to have a brother, he did not react much, after all, it was just him and his parents for much of his life up till his younger brother was conceived. And as a child of rich parents who worked so they could live comfortably and lavishly, Shen Duzhe lived without wants. He was more interested in the room his brother will be living in for the next two decades, as Shen Duzhe’s child brain thought it was a pleasant room to look at and the chair in there was very comfortable to sit in.

When Shen Jiu was born, Shen Duzhe was with his grandparents and when they drove to the hospital for him to meet his brother, he did think his brother was cute. As with most families, since Shen Jiu was a newborn he had most of their parents but Shen Duzhe was fine with it since as a rich family they had hired a nanny for Shen Duzhe and he was distracted enough to not feel resentful about it. And it was fun watching Shen Jiu as he wiggled around. It was when they were a lot older, when Shen Jiu started walking and talking that Shen Duzhe started resenting having a brother.

It was not because of Shen Jiu’s action though, it was the action of the people around them that made him feel a bit resentful. The constant words about having to be more mature, having to be more responsible, that if Shen Jiu was hurt or upset, Shen Duzhe was scolded for not keeping an eye on him. As such, the duty of being an older sibling. Such feelings of pressure and expectation of being the older sibling felt suffocating, that being responsible for another person’s well being felt unfair, especially when it resulted in their parents being upset with him. The day Shen Duzhe fully got what it meant to be an older sibling was when he encountered a terrified Shen Jiu after he woke up from a nightmare, a nightmare about his past life.

It was late at night and Shen Duzhe forgot to grab himself a bottle of water for his bedside. As he shuffled to the closest kitchen, out of sheer luck since he was lazily scanning the same old hallway, he spotted a lump huddle at the end of a window drape.

“Jiu Jiu?” Shen Duzhe called out as the lump was pretty small and no adult would hide in a curtain drape. All Shen Duzhe heard was a whimper in response. “Jiu Jiu, Fuqin and Muqin would be fine if you crawled into their bed,” Despite being resentful about the expectation of being a big brother, beside that topic, their parents do occasionally spend one-on-one or two-on-one with him. And Shen Jiu is still young enough that they don’t have to give him tough love yet. Shen Duzhe stood in front of the lump for a long awkward moment as this was technically the first time in a long while he was alone with his brother. “Jiu Jiu... did you have a nightmare?” Shen Duzhe can’t guess any other reason and he was right to guess as the lump flinched. “Again, Fuqin and Muqin will comfort you if you go to them,”

“Go away,” Shen Jiu finally responded, his voice muffled.

“...” Shen Duzhe, as smart as he was, was still a child, and as much as Shen Jiu was an adult reincarnated as a child, is a child with child level limitation now. So Shen Duzhe did what a child would do with a sibling, who in his mind was being unreasonable, and became aggressive. Shen Duzhe tried to drag Shen Jiu out of the drapes but Shen Jiu clanged onto it like his life depended on it till they both started crying in frustration. “Jiu Jiu! let goooooo!” Shen Duzhe sobbed.

“No.” Shen Jiu replied. As Shen Duzhe tugged on Shen Jiu, Shen Jiu started screaming his frustration out. “Why did I have to reincarnate with my memories! That stupid beast face keeps appearing when I sleep!”

“Jiu Jiu, no one is getting into our house without Fuqin and Muqin knowing or past Uncle!” Shen Duzhe replied.

“No! That beast is messing with me again!” Shen Jiu yelled. It was a miracle that the two have not woken up the entire mansion yet. After Shen Duzhe tugged Shen Jiu one too many times, Shen Jiu let go but then tackled Shen Duzhe and started hitting him. Surprisingly, to Shen Duzhe, Shen Jiu’s punch was pretty weak so he was not hurt that much beside his back as he fell on his back. As Shen Duzhe was distracted by his thoughts Shen Jiu started crying again which snapped Shen Duzhe out of his thoughts. “I can never escape! Always a slave! Never thought of!” As the fight left Shen Jiu, he sobbed on top of Shen Duzhe.

“...You would not be here if Fuqin and Muqin did not think of you,” As much as the word sounds sweet, Shen Duzhe is a seven year old child who was not a reincarnator so he was looking at Shen Jiu like he was stupid.

“Stop looking down at me! You hate me for taking your place!” Shen Jiu yelled.

“Huh? Why would I hate you?” Shen Duzhe asked.

“You hate me for taking your parent’s affection! You look down at me for being so weak!” Shen Jiu replied.

“That’s stupid,” Elegantly stated by the seven year old. “You are a baby, a baby could die from something simple like falling from your high chair. That’s not being weak, that is…” As Shen Duzhe tried to think what to say, Shen Jiu sobbed again and subconsciously clung to Shen Duzhe. Shen Duzhe awkwardly rubs his five year old brother’s back in comfort. “Uh, I don’t hate you, Jiu Jiu, I’m just annoyed with the grown ups telling me I have to be mature and responsible. And while I haven’t thought of having a brother, I don’t mind having you as my brother,” After a frustrating fight, the two sleep on the floor and as much as their parents wanted to be mad at the two for getting out of bed and ended up sleeping on the floor. They could see the two growing closer after their fight, especially since Shen Jiu now personally seeks out Shen Duzhe and Shen Duzhe spends time with him.

As the two got older Shen Jiu became an older brother too with the birth of Shen Yuan and later the birth of their younger sister, Shen Hong. Shen Jiu was put into therapy and Shen Duzhe now with a more developed brain had a better understanding of what Shen Jiu had said when they were younger and believed in him. After all, Shen Jiu was incredibly grumpy, unusually so, and Shen Duzhe saw far too many nights of Shen Jiu sneaking into his bed with haunting and terrified eyes. Shen Duzhe sometimes heard Shen Jiu begging someone called Yue Qi to not leave him.

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“Jiu Jiu, you’re going to pop a blood vessel at this rate from how hard you hate-reading that web novel Yuan-er despises,” Shen Duzhe stated as he sat across the kitchen island from his brother Shen Jiu. After Shen Yuan showed Shen Duzhe and Shen Jiu the web novel that he thought was the trashiest of trash, Shen Duzhe and Shen Yuan noticed the change in Shen Jiu’s expression. The fact that Shen Duzhe’s beloved, pampered, spoiled, baby brother Shen Yuan, who can read a person like a brick wall also saw Shen Jiu’s change in expression was a concern. Was a concern for all of them. And Shen Duzhe connected the dots and when he looked back to Shen Yuan, it seems like he also connected the dots as when Shen Yuan and their baby sister, Shen Hong, was in their late preteens, Shen Jiu told them about his reincarnation.

“No. Don’t tell me, Gege, that Proud Immortal Demon Way… that Shen Qinggqiu-!” Shen Yuan started to yell.

“Yes…” Shen Jiu confirmed in a small voice. A voice Shen Duzhe has not heard since childhood.

“Yuan-er, call Meimei and get food,” Shen Duzhe ordered and Shen Yuan quickly left after yelling he will. Shen Duzhe closed Shen Yuan’s laptop and carried Shen Jiu’s to his room, in the apartment the two of them shared. Shen Yuan still lived with their parents and Shen Hong.

“And you’re ru-” Shen Duzhe cut himself off as he thought the word ruin might trigger Shen Jiu. “That is in the past, a past you cannot return to and a past that cannot reach you here. The you now is Shen Jiu, who is the treasured black jade of the Shen family,”

“Gege…” Shen Jiu stated after a moment of silence. Shen Duzhe stood up to stand next to Shen Jiu.

“In this life, you are a spoiled, pampered, rich second young master,” Shen Duzhe gently took the tablet, with Proud Immortal Demon Way open, out of Shen Jiu’s hand. “You have a good relationship with your siblings and parents so there is no need to fight for your position in the Shen family. You are in the modern world, so you're not restricted on how you act nor are you caged. You are free to do whatever and your family will support you in every way. You will never be hurt, our parents and your Gege will make any assaulter pay no matter what, no matter the price,” That might have sounded, as Shen Yuan would say, a bit Yandere at the end.

“... I’ll stop,” Shen Jiu said.

“Shall we catch a movie with Yuan-er and Meimai?” Shen Duzhe asked, hoping to brighten Shen Jiu’s mood.

“Can it be just the two of us?” Shen Jiu asked in reply.

“Alright,'' was Shen Duzhe’s answer.

[crissiebaby]

The Pampered Curse: Chapter 5

DISCLAIMER: This story contains diaper usage, humiliation, domination, masturbation/diaper sex, hyperwetting, mental regression, and other ABDL themes. I hope you enjoy!

Commissioned By: BlossomBitchDolly

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“Mommy! Mommy! There’s a weird girl on the street!”

“Have you no shame?! What a disgrace you must be to your parents!”

“Hahaha! Hey, babycakes! Trick-or-treat was last Saturday!”

If Edan were to tally up every single embarrassing moment from his life and compile them all into a single highlight reel, he would gladly watch that footage on repeat so long as he could be spared the unreal humiliation he was experiencing in the present. Neither age nor gender nor sexuality nor astrological star sign made any difference. All who were in earshot were coming out of the woodwork to gawk, taunt, and degrade his infantile wardrobe. And worst of all, he couldn’t even blame them. If he had been just another bystander when some idiot came walking down the street dressed like he was, he’d be laughing his ass off. If only he had the luxury of such a lofty perspective.

Instead, Edan found himself waddling along the sidewalk of his very active neighborhood street, his diaper echoing a wealth of crinkles with each step as if the world had strapped an amp to his padding and cranked it up to 11. He didn’t even have his usual walking shoes to help him move faster, with his bare feet collecting dust and dirt as he continued on his warpath to that damned ghost’s mansion.

Unfortunately, by the time Edan found himself passing the final suburban house within his neighborhood, his need to pee had reared its ugly head yet again. “No! If I piss my diaper now, I might never be able to think straight again,” he thought, balling up both fists while he toddled forward. It wasn’t easy with control of his bladder falling to nearly zero but he somehow managed to keep from urinating as he reached the gravel road with the mansion at its end.

Trudging through the grass along the road was quite a difficult feat considering the ridiculously thick padding that Edan was dealing with but it beat walking on a gravel road shoeless. The bumpy terrain nearly had him tripping over himself but his determination and what remained of his speedy reflexes kept him upright. Before long, he spotted the mansion in the distance again, causing him to double his pace as he neared the finish line. His legs were nothing more than jelly as he rounded the structure and staggered up the creaky, wooden steps toward the front door. All the while, his heart threatened to leap out of his chest with how furiously it was pumping.

“Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real. Ghosts aren’t real,” repeated Edan to himself as he raised a fist to the door. For some bizarre reason, there was still a lingering part of himself that refused to face the fact that ghosts were a real and tangible thing as if the diaper alone wasn’t already proof enough. Regardless of what his beliefs were at this point, he’d come this far. Holding in a lungful of air, he reached out and shakily pounded his fist on the grand entrance.

*KNOCK! KNOCK!*

Unable to shake the haunting aura of the mansion, Edan stepped back from the house after two quick knocks, gaining as much distance as possible from the dilapidated structure. However, as he waited for the ghost woman or some other spiritual presence to show up, he found that he was still strikingly alone. It made no sense. Had he made this entire farce up in his head? If so, then the mortifying experience of touring his neighborhood with an overgrown pumpkin of a diaper on his hips would’ve all been for nothing.

Growing furious over the idea that his regression might have somehow been self-inflicted, Edan stormed back up to the door and proceeded to slam his fist repeatedly, his sanity draining all the while. “Open da fuqin doow and ged dis shid off me! Pwease!” he cried, beating the door as he finally broke down and began weeping openly. He no longer cared about his adult, hyper-masculine appearance. He’d shed as many tears as necessary at this point in hopes of guilting his ghostly enemy.

Yet despite his obvious remorse and the clear evidence of a lesson learned, Edan remained on the porch of the estate with not so much as a single ghost in his presence. With nowhere left for his rage to go, he wound his foot back in front of the shabby door. If the ghost wasn’t going to let him in, he had no choice but to break in. Tragically, as his leg swung forward, the diaper obstructed his forward motion enough to throw him off balance, sending him crashing to the floor on his butt. And while thankfully, the over-pump diaper cushioned the blow to his bum, the same could not be said for his bladder. With the impact jostling his body heavily during his harsh descent, he lost what little grip he had on the remnants of his potty training.

*HSSSSSSSSSSS!*

*BZZZZZZZZZZZZ!*

Urine had barely made contact with the inside of his pampers before its vibrations roared to life like a chainsaw slicing through his adulthood. In the blink of an eye, his eyes fully glazed over as the most euphoric sensation he’d ever felt gripped his body, and refused to let go. His mind no longer had the fortitude to resist, losing himself to the carnal desires of his stimulated body.

Opening her front door the second that Edan’s butt collided with the wooden ground as if waiting for her cue, the ghost of Madam Petunia Wick exited onto her porch with a smile that somehow toed the line between kindly and wicked. “Oh, dear! It appears someone left a baby all alone on my doorstep. Surely, a cute little pumpkin like you must have a Mommy hiding around here somewhere,” she said, feigning confusion as she pretended to search the immediate area for Edan’s missing mother, only to turn up empty-handed, “Though, I suppose “little pumpkin” isn’t very appropriate considering a pumpkin of this size would be a sure-fire to win the blue-ribbon at a county fair. No, you, my horny little devil, are Mommy’s HUGE pumpkin.”

As the word, “HUGE,” left Petunia’s mouth, she leaned down and pressed her near-translucent hand into Edan’s diaper, shifting its soggy, pulpy contents around his aching member. Edan’s response was as expected as he threw his head back as far as his neck would arch. With his grasp on reality fading fast, he wasn’t sure why he was here or even where he was anymore. Heck, he probably couldn’t remember his own first name as his brain turned into putty. Madam Wick’s putty, to be precise.

“Fear not, my sweet, autumn child. You can call me Mommy from now on,” said Petunia, gracing Edan with her intoxicating, ear-to-ear grin as she placed her arms around his torso and lifted him into the air with ease, diaper and all. In no time at all, she had him flipped over and cradled in her arms. To anyone watching from afar, the height difference between herself and Edan would’ve made for an awkward look. But from the point of view of the loving mother and her reborn newborn, no image could be more perfect.

Closing the door behind her, Edan was given his first chance to see the inside of the ruins that the formerly pristine mansion had become. Unsurprisingly, its interior was a decaying mess, with caved-in ceilings or crumbling walls making up the once-Grand Hall. For Edan, whose mind was now mushier than his diaper, the ramshackle manor was more frightening than his babyish brain would’ve preferred. He clutched his new Mommy’s torso, hugging his face to her enormous sweater puppies.

“Hehe! I’m sorry, pumpkin. I should’ve done this before we entered. Go ahead and close your eyes, sweetheart. And when you open them, you won’t have to be so scared anymore,” she said, watching her baby with pure, motherly affection as he happily shuttered his eyelids for her. She felt the core of her spirit-form flutter as she leaned in and pressed her lips to Edan’s forehead.

If Edan’s eyes were open, he would’ve borne witness to an incredible sight. Unbeknownst to him, Petunia’s magical kiss was laced with a powerful spell to usher Edan into her realm, welcoming him into the place between life and death. As her spell took effect, the mansion around him slowly returned to its prior glory. Soon, the run-down, old manor that Edan had grown so familiar with had disappeared, replaced with the inviting home that Madam Wick had made for herself and her beloved friends to live out their kinky fantasies for all eternity. And now, Edan was one of them.

As the mansion retook its shape, so too did Petunia’s form. Color returned to her cheeks, filling her face with a warm glow while her tattered, ghostly outfit repaired itself, the fabric shifting and stitching itself back together until her sultry nightgown looked as pristine as it did the day she bought it. The Lady of the house had to look her best, after all.

With Edan’s soul now as bound to the lush mansion as hers was, Petunia lifted her plump lips from her baby boy’s head. “You can open your eyes again. The bad dream is over now,” she said, relishing in the adoring expression and widening smile that befell Edan’s face as he gazed around his new home. Any animosity she may have felt toward him disappeared with his old life. It didn’t matter who he used to be or how rudely he used to behave. He was her baby, now and forever more, “Okay, my yummy pumpkin. After such a long walk, I think it’s time you settled in for a nap. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

Nodding his head rapidly, there wasn’t anything Petunia could say that Edan wouldn’t think sounded nice. He must’ve looked incredibly tired to his Mommy because the moment Petunia mentioned the idea of a nap, his brain and body instantly felt sluggish. A large yawn escaped his mouth, forcing his gob open for several seconds.

“Hehe! That’s a BIG yes from you,” said Petunia, climbing the winding staircase that lined the parameters of the Grand Hall to the second story. As she entered the main upstairs hallway, Edan was treated to a wide variety of blushy sights. From a sissy in the midst of some major nipple torture to a pair of lesbians engaging in a bit of rope play, it appeared that the newspaper had been spot on in its reporting of the fetish-filled house, much to his doughy-eyed delight.

Edan’s delight intensified as Petunia arrived at a pastel blue door near the end of the hallway. Upon opening the soft-colored door, his excitement reached new heights over the nursery that he now had the pleasure of calling home. It was the perfect room for a BIG baby boy like him, with everything he would ever need from an oversized crib and changing table to a seemingly endless supply of both childish and naughty toys. 

Laying Edan down on the crib’s soft mattress, Petunia didn’t even bother asking if he needed a change before sleepytime. With a diaper that size, he likely wouldn’t get the chance to test out that changing table for a long time. He didn’t seem to mind, though, raising his arms up and cooing for his Mommy, not a fresh diaper. “So restless for someone so drowsy!” she exclaimed, placing her hands on each of Edan’s cheeks and rubbing them until he was a giggly mess, “I think I may have an idea of how to zap that energy right out of you.”

Resting a hand against Edan’s diaper, Petunia amended her previous spell, permitting Edan to cum so long as it was her hand that instigated it. And since her hand was already nuzzled into the crotch of his plush padding, Edan’s reaction couldn’t have been more predictable.

“H-huhHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMM!!!” moaned Edan, his eyes going cross as his body skipped all of the build-up, launching him into the single most intense climax of his life without any means of bracing himself. His body quivered in Mommy's arms as her touch electrified every sensory neuron in his body. The head of his cock spewed cum into his diaper until his entire pelvis was coated in a thick layer of stringy semen. It was pure ecstasy and he never wanted the blissful feeling to end. Sadly, while he lasted far longer than he ever managed to do his own, his weary body could only go for so long, exhausted from three days of unending stress.

Luckily, Edan would never have the misfortune of feeling such stress again. Not with Petunia watching over him and filling his soul with every infantile desire that she kept locked away within herself. He may have once taunted her for what she enjoyed but now he was going to share in her joy for diapers and all things Little. She landed one, final kiss on Edan’s forehead as his eyes slowly drifted shut. “Sweet dreams, pumpkin. And welcome to your new life.”

THE END.

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[thebiscuiteternal]

Hello!! Because not being born sickly does not mean "hasn't and never will catch a cold in his life", do you think you could do a take on reverse au mingjue getting sick while he still hasn't made peace with his brother? does nie huaisang stay away or—having loads of experience on what NOT to do when you're feeling like death—quietly cares for his didi?

"Are you taking that to Jue-er?"

Zhang Min jumped at the unexpected voice, then she turned around and a smile touched her mouth when she found it was Nie Huaisang peering -with some difficulty, given his lagging height- over another one of the infirmary's countertops.

"I am," she said, holding out the last of the medicinal tea sachets she'd prepared. "Would you like to help me tie this one off?"

He brightened up, just a little bit, at the offer, then stretched out a hand to put a finger where she needed to make the knot.

Once she'd done that and put the sachet in the box with the others, Nie Huaisang was rifling around in his sleeve for something when she looked at him again.

"Could you take this with you, too?" he asked, finally producing a small bundle that he laid on the countertop with upmost care.

"May I see what's in it?" Zhang Min asked in return, careful to modulate her tone so he would know she was only curious, not suspicious.

The poor boy already had to put up with enough suspicious glances and gossipy whispers as it was.

Nie Huaisang nibbled on his lower lip in consideration for a little bit, then nodded, and Zhang Min untied the ribbon on the bag to find a slightly squashed little paper bird, another bag that contained some hard candies, and a soft cloth tiger with bright yellow eyes and teeth and bold black stripes standing out against its red body and open mouth.

"Oh! What a very lovely get-well present!" Zhang Min said, the praise earning a shy smile. "But wouldn't it be better if you gave it to your didi yourself?"

The smile vanished, and Nie Huaisang looked down at the floor, tugging at the hem of one sleeve in visible discomfort. "Liu-daifu says sick people need quiet and no dis-tur-ban-ces or else they won't get better," he mumbled.

And being forced to spend time with his... deeply disliked older brother would definitely disturb little Mingjue's peace, was the part that went unsaid, but not unheard.

Zhang Min sighed softly, then reached across the counter and gently ruffled Nie Huaisang's hair. "May I at least tell him it's from you?"

Nie Huaisang shook his head. "Tell him it's from... I don't know. Someone else. Fuqin? You?" he asked, looking increasingly desperate as he tried to figure out a good answer.

"Hmm, I think not. I'll tell him it's from all the healers, how about that?"

The boy made a noise of relief. "Okay. That's okay," he said. "I gotta go to lessons now."

Once he'd bolted out of the infirmary, Zhang Min looked down at the opened gift, then clicked her tongue in dismay and tied it closed again.

Mingjue would learn better than what he heard from the sect's gossips one day, she was sure of that.

She just hoped it wouldn't be too late for her young masters to repair their frayed bond when that time came.

[thebansacredbanned]

Writing patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern! Tagged by @yletylyf!!! <3

The covers lift up, letting in the cold air and stirring Xiao Chong from where he was about to drift off to sleep. [And there was only one bed (fraternal edition), The Blood of Youth, Xiao Chong & Xiao Se]

The demon from his past standing in the doorway is all it takes to ruin the Reunion Dinner. [housekeeper, The Disguiser, ah-Cheng]

It had been a restless night for all three of them, but, well, Huli had never needed much sleep anyway. [Hormones and other horrors, Oh My General, Hu Qing/Ye Zhao/Zhao Yujin]

Jingyan emerges from the tunnel to shouting. [Things we need, Nirvana in Fire, Mei Changsu/Xiao Jingyan/Lin Chen(ish)]

Of all the elders and members and disciples, it is Xichen who runs to his fuqin’s house. [the walls around my father's house, The Untamed, Lan Xichen & Qinghen-jun]

There’s a change coming to Beili. [Know we'll sing your name (when you come home), The Blood of Youth, Tang Lian & the Tang clan]

“Now that we are all sworn brothers… I was wondering…” [As the saying goes..., The Untamed, 3zun]

It doesn't take long for Mingjue learn to that if he can’t find a-Sang, the way he should be looking is up. [I'll always catch you, The Untamed, Nie Mingjue & Nie Huaisang]

When Madam Jin had finally conceded that she was never going to bear her husband a son, Jin Zixuan was old to know that she was not the child either of her parents wanted. [such stuff as dreams are made, The Untamed/MDZS, Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan/Luo Qingyang (pre-relationship)]

Nie Mingjue is a dead man walking. [Dead Man Walking, The Untamed, Nie Mingjue & Wen Ning]

Me, starting this: oh I don't think there'll be a pattern

Me, 10 minutes later: ... huh

Like obviously there is some variation in there but wow yeah there are more similarities than I expected, especially between the most recent ones! I don't tend to necessarily think about first sentences other than getting them out on the page, so seeing them side by side is a lot of fun actually

Tagging: @nemainofthewater @wishthefish @circumference-pie @dcderringer @sinni-ok-sessi and yeah anyone else who's curious!

[dkniade]

Translating Diluc’s Message on the Cat’s Tail Message Board

(Finally, after working on it on and off, it’s here.)

I’m reading the sign in front of the Cat’s Tail for the first time, and realized it’s a different message (so far) every time I interact with it. It’s a really nice detail. This message is implied to be left by Diluc. I wasn’t sure if it was him at first, but by the second section, it was clear.

Let’s compare the differences between the original Chinese version, my translation, and the official English translation. Translation notes will be under the cut, as always.

Diluc’s true feelings can be glanced through this small interaction on the message board… .

Original Chinese Version

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「即使是我，也会偶尔想起以前的生活。骑士团的温暖也好，友谊也好，父亲大人也好，当时的一切都是那么美好。可是已经无法回到过去了。」

「为了未来，不能沉湎在美梦当中。又或者说，为了人们有沉湎在美梦中的余裕，必须有人醒来，面对黎明前的黑暗。」

「有些事情，理智上虽然明白，是必须割舍的，但感情上还是会有些怀念。真是让人烦恼。」

「祝贵店生意兴隆。就业的竞争可是很激烈的。」

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猫尾的回应

人生就像酒，需要经过提炼和变质才会成熟呢。

但猫尾的大门总是会对所有人敞开，即使与竞争对手也一样。谁都无法回到过去，但谁的能回到猫尾，暂时放下烦恼和忧愁喔。

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My English Translation

Message

“Even someone like me will also reminisce about the leisurely life of the past. It was all so wonderful back then, be it the warmth in the Knights, the friendships, or dear father. But it's not possible to return to the past anymore.”

“For the sake of the future, I cannot indulge in dreams. Or rather, so that the people can have the pleasure of indulging in dreams, someone must wake and face the darkness before dawn.”

“Rationally, I know some ties must be severed, yet emotionally I still miss them a little bit. It’s so frustrating.”

“I hope for the prosperity of this tavern. The competition in the wine industry can indeed be fierce.”

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The Cat’s Tail’s Response

Hey, life is like wine: It matures through brewing and aging.

But the doors of the Cat’s Tail will always be open to everyone, even to our competitors. No one can return to the past, but anyone can return to the Cat’s Tail and temporarily let go of their worries and sadness~

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Official English Translation 

Message

“Even I sometimes reminisce about the carefree and happy days of the past. The warmth of the Knights, my friends, my father... Everything was perfect. But one can never return to the past.”

“For the sake of the future, I cannot keep on dreaming in memories. Or should I say, someone has to wake up to face the darkness before dawn so that others may continue to dream.”

“Rationally, I know there are some things that one must let go of, yet emotionally this is much harder to do. Sometimes my heart is agonized by this…”

“Hope the business goes well. It's a battlefield out there in the liquor business.”

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Cat's Tail's Reply

Life is like wine. It needs refinement and fermentation to mature.

But the door of Cat's Tail is forever open to anyone, even to our business competitors! People can never return to their former lives, but they can always return to Cat's Tail to set their worries and sadness aside.

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Translation Notes

Message

悠闲 (youxian) means “leisurely”

父亲大人 (fuqin daren) is a highly formal way to address to one’s father

父亲 (father) is already quite formal but 大人 in this sense means “master”, as in “Master Crepus” (something a servant is more likely to say). However, “master father” isn't something people say, so the closest would probably be “dear father”.

沉湎 (chenmian) means “indulge oneself to”. It’s a very literary term

余裕 (yuyu) means “leisure time”

祝贵店生意兴隆 is a formal way of wishing for the success of a store (or tavern in this case), so it’s something along the lines of “I hope for this tavern’s business to boom”, or in other words, “I hope for the prosperity of this tavern”

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The Cat’s Tail’s Response

“人生就像酒，需要经过提炼和变质才会成熟呢。”

提炼 (tilian) means “to refine” 

炼 is the same character used in the Chinese term for “alchemy”, 炼金术 (lian jin shu), literally “the art of extracting gold”

变质 (bianzhi) means (for a food or drink) “to go bad”, but seeing that here, the life is compared to wine, it most likely means “ to age” (life can age, just like how wine can age)

成熟 (chengshu) means “to mature” but also “ripen”. In terms of winemaking, it could mean “to ferment”, but then it can’t be compared to life easily, so keeping with the winemaking terminology, I’d say “mature” fits the simile the best

烦恼 (fannao) means “troubling (things)” and 忧愁 (youchou) means “sad” or “troubling”

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Comparison and Analysis 

Tone and precision are important things to consider when it comes to word choice in translation. If the original tone is casual, then don’t use overly formal words. If you can use one word to express a term, then don’t split it into two words to complicate it. Likewise, if you can use one sentence to express a thought, don’t split it up into two sentences. It seems HoYoverse’s English translation team doesn’t think about these two things…

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Original Chinese: 「即使是我，也会偶尔想起以前悠闲的生活。」

My Translation: “Even someone like me will also reminisce over the leisurely life of the past.” 

Official English Translation: “Even I sometimes reminisce about the carefree and happy days of the past.”

It was unnecessary to split the word 悠闲 (leisurely) into two words “carefree and happy”.

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2.

Original Chinese: 「骑士团的温暖也好，友谊也好，父亲大人也好，当时的一切都是那么美好。」

My Translation: “It was all so wonderful back then, be it the warmth in the Knights, the friendships, or dear father.”

Official English Translation: “The warmth of the Knights, my friends, my father... Everything was perfect.”

美好 means “wonderful” rather than “perfect”. To say it was all so “wonderful” back then is more warm than it was all so “perfect”. There’s already a slightly colder tome in the English translation. 

To use 也好 after each thing mentioned sounds like “this was wonderful, that was also wonderful, and that was also wonderful. It was all so wonderful”, or in other words, “be it this, this, or this, it was all so wonderful”. It links them all together, leading to the end of the sentence.

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3.

Original Chinese: 「有些事情，理智上虽然明白，是必须割舍的，但感情上还是会有些怀念。真是让人烦恼。」

My Translation: “Rationally, I know some ties must be severed, yet emotionally I still miss them a little bit. It’s so frustrating.”

Official English Translation: “Rationally, I know there are some things that one must let go of, yet emotionally this is much harder to do. Sometimes my heart is agonized by this…”

割舍 means “to sever ties”, and the character themselves literally mean “cut [with a blade and] give up”. “Sever ties” retains that cutting imagery.

To say “let go” doesn’t sound as harsh as it does in Chinese. When Diluc severs ties, he really (makes an effort to publically) severs ties with the Knights. 

Once again there’s no need to overcomplicate things in translation. 

怀念 is refers “yearning (for the past)”, or “miss (someone/something)” or “cherish (someone/something)” so it’s fine to say “I still miss it a little” rather than oversimplify it to “this is much harder to do”.

烦恼 simply means “frustrating”, so “It’s so frustrating” is straightforward and precise like Diluc. “Sometimes my heart is agonized by this…” is much more intense and dramatic, which honestly sounds more like what Kaeya would say.

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4.

Original Chinese: 「祝贵店生意兴隆。酒业的竞争可是很激烈的。」

My English Translation: “I hope for the prosperity of this tavern. The competition in the wine industry can indeed be fierce.”

Official English Translation: “Hope the business goes well. It's a battlefield out there in the liquor business.”

It would seem the English translation team has forgotten or didn’t know the message was left by Diluc.

Once again, please note the formality in the Chinese version. Diluc is a businessman and a gentleman so he wishes even his competitor good luck in their business. The English translation meanwhile makes it sound too casual.

“The competition in the wine industry can indeed be fierce” mentions no explicit metaphors for war, yet the official English translation’s “It's a battlefield out there in the liquor business” took the word 竞争 (business competition) and ran too far with it.

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5.

Original Chinese: “人生就像酒，需要经过提炼和变质才会成熟呢。”

My English Translation: “Hey, life is like wine: It matures through brewing and aging.”

Official English Translation: “Life is like wine. It needs refinement and fermentation to mature.”

The addition of the particle 呢 makes the sentence sound much more casual. Theoretically, if this line was a voiceline, then the voice actor might deliver it in a lighthearted way, but it’s not a voiceline. It’s a small detail, but that end particle effectively brings across the tone of the sentence, hence my addition of “Hey” at the beginning of my translation.

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6.

Original Chinese: “谁都无法回到过去，但谁都能回到猫尾，暂时放下烦恼和忧愁喔。”

My English Translation: “No one can return to the past, but anyone can return to the Cat’s Tail and temporarily let go of their worries and sadness~”

Official English Translation: “People can never return to their former lives, but they can always return to Cat's Tail to set their worries and sadness aside.”

Another very small detail that makes a difference in tone. Ending the sentence with 喔 gives a sense of playfulness or teasing. Likewise a simple ~ gives off the same tone.

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Conclusion

Even though it’s such a short passage, Diluc’s part was pretty difficult to translate. There’s a lot packed into these seemingly short lines of Chinese, which is excellent storytelling since all the information is there without it being too long, that ends up being longer in English. Nonetheless it was interesting to look at. Diluc’s true feelings can be glanced through this small interaction on the message board… Thank you for reading this.

[syrips]

me: -sipping juice out of a wine glass, speaking nonchalantly to my partner- you know, thanks to gortash, i finally understand the concept of hate-fuqin

mango (friend): what? why would you fuq someone if you hate them?

me: because, i want to roast him while he's at his most vulnerable. i wanna murder him, as he probably wants to murder me. tensions are high. stakes are high.

mango: that literally makes like. less sense. thats not hate-fuqing, thats just two deranged people together

me: yes-

my partner, out of nowhere: hold on now, she has a point. i too, would hate-fuq, or be fuqed, by anyone who wants to kill me, or me to them.

me: -nodding- i mean, i think gortash is also kind of neat, but that's besides the point

partner: -nodding- id love to be fuqed by anyone who can kick my ass

me: -nodding- exactly. thank you.

mango: what the fuck?

[high-pot-in-noose]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

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Stanley Parable got me saying incomprehensible shit like "hot-take: the Infinite Hole is the sequel's Broom Closet Ending."

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#4

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200 notes - Posted May 27, 2022

#3

Y'know sometimes I forget that the way I react to and approach human-interaction is "odd", but then I remember the bewildered look my brother gave me when I told him I'm happy I'm finally conversational in 2-3 languages because that means I can avoid conversations in any of those languages by pretending I only speak one of the others.

232 notes - Posted October 21, 2022

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Familial Terms You Might Want To Know For Your Chinese Fics

It was recently suggested to me after my post targeted towards fic-writers about titles and terms used in Chinese fantasy that I should also make one about familial terms. Apparently, it’s rather common to see confusion and mix-ups on this front as well amongst fanfiction.

DISCLAIMER: I myself am not Chinese. I enjoy cnovels and cdramas, but I am South-East Asian. Please don’t come to me for advice or explanations on any Chinese language; I do well with the titles and honorifics because my native language also employs those, but that is the full extent of my expertise. Also, please note that while there will be indications of if a term is formal or informal, the ones that I don’t know will be left un-indicated; feel free to let me know if you know.

Also also, I will not be including things like second cousins, third cousins, nor the in-laws for any of those relations. If I were, I’d might as well just write a book.

IMMEDIATE FAMILY

Mama – Mother, “Mom”; informal

Muqin – Mother; formal

Niang – Mother; informal, archaic (applicable for ancient/fantasy settings)

Baba – Father, “Dad”; informal

Fuqin – Father; formal

Die – Father, informal, archaic (applicable for ancient/fantasy settings)

Qizi – Wife; formal

Laopo – Wife, “Old granny”; informal

Zhangfu – Husband; formal,

Laogong – Husband, “Old gramps”; informal

Gege – Older brother; informal

Xiong – Older brother; formal

Zhangxiong – Older brother; “Eldest brother”; formal, archaic (applicable for ancient/fantasy settings)

Jiejie – Older sister; informal

Zi – Older sister; formal

Zhangzi – Older sister, “Eldest sister”; formal, archaic (applicable for ancient/fantasy settings) [*I don’t recall which novel I read that used this term, but I’m quite certain it was a wuxia; I can’t verify that this was a real term that was historically used]

Didi – Younger brother; informal

Meimei – Younger sister; informal

Erzi – Son; informal

Nu’er – Daughter; informal

GRANDPARENTS

Nainai – Father’s mother; informal

Zumu – Father’s mother; formal

Waipo – Mother’s mother; informal

Waizumu – Mother’s mother; formal

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951 notes - Posted April 7, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Terms You Might Want To Know For Your Wuxia/Xianxia Fic

MXTX's danmei are getting increasingly popular, and the fandoms are getting more fic-happy. I've noticed that some writers seem interested in writing their own fics but are concerned of making mistakes with niche honorifics and titles. I've noticed some that have jumped right in, but have made innocent errors that I'd like to correct but fear coming off as rude or presumptuous. And so I've made this list of terms that covers the basics and also some that are a little more niche since they're usually directly translated in cnovels.

DISCLAIMER: This is by no means a comprehensive list of everything one needs to know or would want to know concerning ancient Chinese honorifics and titles, merely what I myself consider useful to keep in mind.

Titles

Shifu: 'Martial father'; gender-neutral

Shizun: 'Martial father'; more formal than 'shifu'; gender-neutral

Shimu: ‘Martial mother’; wife of your martial teacher

Shiniang: ‘Martial mother’; wife of your martial teacher who is also a martial teacher

Shibo: elder apprentice-brother of your shifu; gender-neutral

Shishu: younger apprentice-brother of your shifu; gender-neutral

Shigu: apprentice-sister of your shifu

Shizhi: your martial nephew/niece

Shimei: younger female apprentice of the same generation as you

Shijie: elder female apprentice of the same generation as you

Shidi: younger male apprentice of the same generation as you

Shixiong: elder male apprentice of the same generation as you

Shige: elder male apprentice of the same generation as you, specifically one who has the same shifu as you or is the son of your shifu

Zhanglao: an elder of your sect

Zhangbei: a senior of your sect

Qianbei: a senior not of your sect

Wanbei: a junior not of your sect

Zongzhu: Address for a clan leader

Zhangmen: address for a sect leader

Daozhang: Daoist priests or simply a cultivator in general; gender-neutral

Daogu: Daoist priestess or a female cultivator; not as commonly used as 'daozhang'

Xiangu: Daoist priestess or a female cultivator; not as commonly used as 'daogu'

Sanren: a wandering cultivator

Xianren: 'Immortal Official'; a title of respect and power like 'General'

Xiuzhe: 'Cultivator', can be shortened to 'Xiu'

Xianjun: 'Immortal Master/Lord'

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[jedikhaleesi]

New arrivals in Arendelle

{for @ravenclawbelle }

It was a beautiful summer day in Arendelle. Well to Katia it was more of a boring day. Her mother had gone out with her Aunt Elsa and her brother was out in stables with their father. All in all there was nothing interesting to keep Katia entertained. She walking down the hallways of the castle, hoping an idea would spark as she looked at the beautiful art that decorated the walls. She then stopped outside of her older sister, Adela’s, room and knocked on the door, thinking that maybe she would be up to do something. “Adelaaaa!!” She called as she continued to knock, “open up pleasee.”

[oceanid-mother-dove]

Finally finished with the Sun Family for Shuffle Swap! Of course ending with Mei and Xiaotian’s (horrible monster of a person) Fuqin! Shuffle Swap Sun Wukong!

[offaeandcreation]

To Live Without Regrets

Summary: 

“If you regret killing me…” 

 Jin Guangyao could almost see Wen Ruohan leaning over him, his hair pouring down his shoulders like an ebony waterfall, a wide grin full of teeth, and scarlet eyes twinkling in false crinkles. 

The invisible grip tightened on his neck. 

“I’ll make you regret betraying me.” 

Five times Jin Guangyao refused to regret his choices and the one time he did.

Pairing: Wen Ruohan/Meng Yao | Jin Guangyao

WC: 4,100

Warnings: Gore, Mild Horror, Physical Abuse shown/mentioned/implied, Non-con on screen but not too detailed, Bullying, Dysfunctional Relationships, Daddy issues (non-sexual), Sexual Content Implied, 

AO3

1. 

Meng Yao saluted at his father’s feet. 

The way his mother taught him, correcting his posture by tapping his back or knees with the gentleness of a butterfly, whispering to relax here, bend more, bow his head, and look at the floor.

 He stared at his father’s dark boots, shiny leather with gold peony embroidery that glinted in the sun. The type that by stepping into too wet dirt would ruin them for good. An interesting choice considering they were at war.

“He’s too much a coward to walk on anything not laid in silk or gold.” A familiar voice sneered into his ear, “Did he even step into the battlefield?”

Meng Yao’s gaze flickered to the corpse laying beside him. Dirk caked silk white robes and the bloody stump where the head used to be no longer glistened with fresh blood. 

“I have brought Clan Leader Wen to you, Fu- “Meng Yao’s breath caught in his throat, “-Clan Leader Jin.” 

He received no response, and the rains did not grace the patch of dirt he stuck his nose into with any puddles to see his father’s reflection. 

“Where’s the head?” Jin Guangshan finally asked, “I recall asking specifically for it.” 

Only years of practice kept Meng Yao from brushing the Qiankun pouch attached to his hip, “… Lost in the chaos. My greatest apologies.” 

Wen Ruohan burst into laughter, “If he doesn’t accept you, will you suddenly find my head?”

Meng Yao’s lips thinned. The pouch tugged at his belt, as if someone suddenly dumped a case full of logs into it. The silence stretched for several beats.

“It’ll do.” Blessedly, Jin Guangshan said, “Stand up, Jin Guangyao.”

Meng Yao stared at the dirt caking his dull boots. Did he hear that right?

Jin Guangyao?  

Jin.

Jin Guangyao lifted his head. His father towered above him wearing gold silks and peonies, with only the vermillion mark between his brows glinting like a jewel. He flicked open his expensive fan, dripping in gold paint and priceless landscapes, and hid his unsmiling lips. 

Finally.

 Finally he could go to his mother’s grave and share the good news. Even with his cultivation lagging behind, even amid a deadly cultivators’ war, only with the gifts of wits and character his mother had granted him made her dream finally come true. 

For the first time in his life, Jin Guangyao’s eyes watered along as a genuine smile tugged at his lips. He gave into it with a salute, “This lowly son thanks Fuqin for his acknowledgement.” 

Jin Guangshan flinched.

“You’re dismissed.” He said as he waved his free hand in a half-hearted dismissal. And turned his back to him, “Someone, get rid of the corpse.”

“Was that really what you wanted all this time?” Wen Ruohan’s voice whispered. 

Jin Guangyao’s eyes glanced to the side, half expecting to see the former Clan Leader Wen standing beside him. Only to be greeted by the Jin disciples crowding around Wen Ruohan’s headless body, some sending the occasional glare at him while others muttered to themselves about burning the body, that he won’t be reincarnating anyway without his head. 

“Nothing I ever did could have replaced your desire to be acknowledged?”

Jin Guangyao bowed his head slightly to hide the movement of his lips, “It was my mother’s dream.” 

Wen Ruohan cackled, his ringing in both of Jin Guangyao’s ears even when he turned his head, “You really fooled me then into thinking I meant something to you. Why bother with the pretense now?”

 The Qiankun pouch pulsed with barely concealed resentment. 

Jin Guangyao clapped the pouch, “Stop throwing a tantrum.” 

Ice surrounded Jin Guangyao’s throat, like a pair of cold, clawed hands around like a scarf. He could barely swallow…

“Let’s make a wager.” Wen Ruohan crooned, “If you regret killing me…” 

 It was too easy to imagine Wen Ruohan leaning over him, his hair pouring down his shoulders like an ebony waterfall, scarlet eyes twinkling in false crinkles, and a wide grin full of pearl-white teeth. 

The invisible grip tightened on his neck. 

“I’ll make you regret betraying me.” 

 _____________________

2. 

Jin Guangyao barely suppressed a hiss as he sewed the gash on his forehead closed. Dark blood oozed in droplets, streaming down his face and occasionally into his right eye. Violet bruises bloomed around the gash. Did Madame Jin really need to throw an iron teapot at him? 

“If you haven’t used up all your spiritual energy to stay up in the past fortnight, you would have enough to prevent those ugly bruises.” 

Jin Guangyao’s gaze flickered to the far side of his bronze mirror. A soft outline of Wen Ruohan’s head bobbled where his unused pillow on his bed was. The rest of his body would never appear, probably because Jin Guangyao only kept his head. 

“You made a promise not to play with my vision.” Jin Guangyao snarled, wiping away the wayward blood that once again seemed utterly determined to blind him in one eye. 

“Oho~ Did you just snap at me?” Wen Ruohan taunted. The faint outline shimmered and grew as if he moved from a lying to a sitting position. If he had his body, that was, “You must be exhausted.” 

Jin Guangyao ignored him. Having finished the last of the stitching, he considered his makeup kit. Makeup could risk infecting the wound, and the benefits didn’t seem to outweigh the negatives. Even applying several layers only hid the worst of the purple underneath his eyes. 

Would his cap be enough? Or the way it sat on his head also aggravate the wound? 

The bronze mirror reflected the hazy outline of Wen Ruohan’s head, appearing just several cun away from Jin Guangyao’s ear. His hands, if he had any, would sit on his shoulders, pale fingers settled like butterflies. 

“When was the last time you walked around so exhausted you could fall over? When was the last time you walked without malice-born bruises?” 

The answer danced on Jin Guangyao’s tongue. Like sweet Tanghulu given to a starving child.

The body-less head smiled at him in the mirror, “Was this all worth it?”

“Madame Jin is mourning.” Jin Guangyao interrupted. “She lost her son, and she is lashing out.” 

The outlines around Wen Ruohan’s mouth pinched. A full-lipped pout that only a toddler could compete with, “By such logic, aren’t you implying he was dead since you entered Jinlin Tai? Wouldn’t his death mean she will throw heavier objects at you? By the end of the year, people would mistake you for a man-shaped bruise.”

Jin Guangyao closes the mirror with a loud clunk, “Fuqin wishes to have Xue Yang experiment with your body. See it turn into a fierce corpse.” 

Wen Ruohan went quiet. 

“You were once a powerful cultivator. It would be a shame to let that go to waste,” He continues as if reciting a textbook. “The resentment you must have from being backstabbed should be enough to compete with Wen Qionglin.” 

The candle on his desk flickered as resentment poured from the ghost. It flicked some of Jin Guangyao’s loose hair, but the piles of papers on his desk remained undisturbed. 

If Wen Ruohan had his material body, he would be growling. 

“I talked him out of it,” Jin Guangyao said, replacing the medical kit into its proper place, “Your head is missing and Xue Yang’s pins work through the temples, for now.” 

“Is that a threat?” Wen Ruohan hisses. 

Jin Guangyao gave a one-sided shrug. Dropping the conversation. He reached for the towering pile of paperwork sitting since dawn- no, now several piles. Someone had divided up the pile, if haphazardly, into several. 

A ghost of a smile flickered on Jin Guangyao’s lips, “You managed not to knock them off the desk this time.”

“See if I do you such a favor again.” 

He snorted, “Then don’t come to me complaining about being bored.” 

Wen Ruohan huffed and floated back towards the bed. 

 If Wen Ruohan was in his living body, he’d carry his chin up high with the most over-the-top grouch that only a spoiled mistress could make. 

Many times, Jin Guangyao made the mistake of turning his head to look for something that wasn’t there. 

Such a shame fierce corpses couldn’t smile. 

“You know, it suddenly occurred to me… do you watch over that brat because you miss the Fire Palace so-” 

“Enough or I will change my mind about Wen Qionglin.” 

______________________

3. 

“Son of a whore!” 

Jin Guangyao’s hands tremble beneath his weight. A weight he could barely feel. It was as if Nie Mingjue had indeed unleashed Baxia and carved out all his innards, leaving nothing but a gaping emptiness with only the barest layer of his skin left. 

“Jin Guangyao!” 

Colors flood around him. A flash of a blade. Whisks of white. 

“Guangyao!” 

Sudden darkness, copper in his mouth.

“A-Yao!” 

Jin Guangyao flinched at Wen Ruohan’s voice. The warm glow of torches outlined the empty sitting room. He stumbled forward, falling to his knees. The gold pillow sank underneath his weight, not enough to cushion the dull vibrating pain that clawed up and down his legs. 

“A-Yao.” Wen Ruohan’s voice said. Quiet. Soft. 

Jin Guangyao felt his mouth move, words that used to come easily, like blinking. 

He kicked him down the stairs. 

He called him a son of a whore. 

He tried to kill him.

Again.

“A-Yao. Breathe.” 

Air flooded down his throat. Jin Guangyao gasped and choked. Bile licked the back of his throat. 

“A-Yao. No one is here. That ungrateful brat can’t hurt you because he isn’t here.” 

Soft outlines materialized in the air in front of him. Like wisps of light blue smoke. This time, instead of the smoke-like patches, Wen Ruohan fully formed his features. A solemn expression painted with the finesse of an artist. 

Jin Guangyao’s shoulders sank, and he collapsed against the table. His breath came out sharp and ragged.

“Like them,” He wheezed, “he was like them all along.” 

Wen Ruohan watched him, his mouth too unstable to make out its position, expression twitching between curiosity, concern, and even a flash of vindication, “Oho, what do you mean?” 

Laughter bubbled out of Jin Guangyao. It came out soundless, but he still doubled over, unable to take a breath, “Won’t you just ask the question, Ruohan? Ask if I regret it all? Regret killing you to save him?” 

He expected a smile to bloom on Wen Ruohan’s face. Now was the opportune time to ask about the wager. And maybe Jin Guangyao would say- 

“No.” The words formed on his lips with ease. Along with the placid smile he long learned to wear. 

Wen Ruohan rolled his eyes, “And you went and answered it yourself. Why bother asking?”

“Nie Mingjue acted kindly towards me once before. Defended my mother by shutting down the insults.” 

When they called him a bastard. A son of a whore. 

“And then he went and did it himself,” Wen Ruohan bared his teeth, “you did so much for him and he repays you like this? Ungrateful little brat. Hooting his own faux morality until he is no less than a rabid dog that needs to be put down.” 

Jin Guangyao bowed his head. The table he leaned on rattled. 

Wen Ruohan hovered by him. 

He didn’t ask him why he didn’t regret it.  

-

Weeks later, Wen Ruohan kept a lookout as Jin Guangyao snuck into the secret underground library at the Cloud Recesses. 

“Are you going through with this?” Wen Ruohan asked him once Jin Guangyao burned the sheet music in the fireplace. 

Jin Guangyao looked up from the flames. His face was lax of all emotion. Only the staccato of his heartbeat in his ribcage hinted at the swirl of unease he hid deep in his chest, “I was under the impression this would entertain you.” 

“Try again.” 

Jin Guangyao breathed in, then out. His fingers threaded through his hair. A tick that he thought he long had gotten rid of, “It’s for his own good. Imagine how much he could hurt Huaisang with the way he is going. Hurt himself. It’s best to put an end to his suffering.” 

Wen Ruohan hovered in front of him, an artful brow shooting upwards, “And here I was thinking you were getting payback.” 

“It’s for his own good,” Jin Guangyao repeated.

“Just say you regret saving him and want his life as payment for his abuse, A-Yao.” 

________________________________________________________

4.  

His mother thought of every excuse for his father for why he had never returned. 

“He must be busy,” she whispered one night after entertaining ten men, the bruises still fresh on her throat, “that’s why he hasn’t come for you.” 

“He’ll come soon.” She said, fingering the pearl button as the illness stole the meat from her every limb, not even sparing the soft curves of her cheeks.

 “A matter must have taken his attention.” 

She waited.

She died waiting.

In the end, when he replaced his family name with Jin, Jin Guangyao watched the man he called father shirk his duties onto his lap so he could run off to the next brothel. 

He watched his father from the corner of his eye, waiting for the warmth that his mother promised. The same softness that crinkled around his eyes back when Zixuan was in the room. But when Jin Guangyao spoke to him, Jin Guangshan looked more interested in the ‘antique’ vase in the corner of his office.

Wen Ruohan raised his eyebrow at him after one such meeting.  

Jin Guangyao waved him off, “I got all I wanted from him: acknowledgement. What else do I need from him?” 

“Whatever helps you sleep better,” He grinned at him. 

 “You may comfort yourself with that thought.” Jin Guangyao replied.

-

“Meng Shi was a famous entertainer,” Jin Guangshan said to a prostitute near an open window of the brothel, “but as a literate woman, she would be too much trouble.”

Jin Guangyao’s smile froze.  

“What of her son?” The prostitute asked. Perhaps the one warming his lap. 

“Forget it.” He hand-waved. 

Xue Yang roared with laughter beside him, cursing out words that blended perfectly with the stampede of the crowds in the bustling red district of Lanling city. 

Jin Guangyao’s smile remained pasted as he entered the brothel to retrieve Jin Guangshan. It remained on his face all the way back to Jinlin Tai, even with Xue Yang’s prods and Clan Leader Jin’s drunken rants.

He started trembling the moment he stepped into his room. His favorite clay pot rattled when he tried to lift it over the hot coals. 

“Why are you acting so surprised?” Wen Ruohan materialized across from him. The ghostly sway of his hair blended with the curl of smoke from the coals. He wore a thin smile, as fake as the trinket Jin Guangyao’s “father” gave his mother.

“I’m not in the mood for your antics,” Jin Guangyao said, replacing the pot on the coals again. The top nearly popped off with how hard it rattled. 

Wen Ruohan ignored him, “You knew he would crush you beneath his heel the first chance he got.” 

Jin Guangyao’s hand tightened around the handle. 

“I thought you sought acknowledgement for your mother’s dream?” Wen Ruohan’s head tilted to the side, as if to consider.

“Wen Ruohan,” he warned. The edges of his vision blurred in the deep ochres of the waning sun and a tint of light blue of Wen Ruohan’s ghostly form. 

Blue pupils, long since unblinking, met his. “You wanted him to love you.” 

“This is your last warning,” Jin Guangyao hissed through his teeth.

“You know what confuses me?” Wen Ruohan ignored him, “You weeped how your father kicked you down all of Jinlin Tai’s stairs when you first came groveling for acknowledgement. And now you are upset that he doesn’t love you when you forced him to give you the Jin name. 

Why would you assume he would start loving you when all he saw was a waste of space?” 

Jin Guangyao slammed his fist on the table. A sharp spike of pain flew up his arm. The teapot barely budged; it shook more when he held it, “My mother died waiting for him!” 

And he never weeped.  

Wen Ruohan watched him with a blank expression, “He never was going to come back.” 

Jin Guangyao swung his head towards the ceiling. The solid wood of the dark table anchored him from to the tempest of fire brewing deep in his chest. A tear dripped down his cheek.

 “You want me to admit I regret killing you? That I should have known from the start that the acknowledgment from my sorry excuse of a father was a mistake.” 

Jin Guangyao smiled at Wen Ruohan. His cheeks aching from tension, “You know, I have a theory, Clan Leader.” 

Wen Ruohan’s eyes narrowed, searching him. It only made Jin Guangyao smile wider. “What you really want is me to acknowledge I loved you. That it all wasn’t an act. That you were more than a stepping stone.”   

Wen Ruohan’s nose flared. The ghostly smoke swirled, like ink dropped into water and then stirred, to the point only a cloud of blue floated in the place of his head.

Jin Guangyao waited patiently, pouring hot water from the clay teapot into the tea leaves he prepared. The handle a pleasant burn in his palm. 

Only after he replaced the tea leaves did he continue, “I planned to kill you from the start. Not once did I reconsider.” He glanced at the ghost. 

Wen Ruohan’s features slowly returned, rough patches where the eyes and mouth should have been, but still placed with an artist’s eye. It betrayed no expression, blank like in one of his meetings, or when the news came of loss after loss after loss. 

“And I loved you. I didn’t fake a thing.” Jin Guangyao took a sip before reaching for the Qiankun pouch at his side.

“Men- Jin Guangyao, what are you doing?” Wen Ruohan shot forward, his head bobbing above the smoking tea. 

“You’re right. I shouldn’t be surprised,” Jin Guangyao said as he untied his belt, “Fuqin is trash who I shouldn’t have expected better from. And do you know what you do with trash, Clan Leader Wen?” 

Wen Ruohan’s eyes bulged as he removed his decapitated head from the pouch. Eyes closed with every lash in place and mouth relaxed. Outside the pallid skin, sunken cheeks, and missing body, it almost looked as if he were asleep. Even his hair barely tangled—the preservation talismans did their job. 

“Throw it out.” 

_

“That was what I told you.” Wen Ruohan muttered later that evening, “I told you to throw trash out.”

Jin Guangyao smiled at the dark ceiling. The only downside of a fierce corpse head companion is the lack of body heat, “To be exact, you said to burn trash so it may be reborn from the ashes.” 

“So I did. Were you planning on trying that with my head?”

 Jin Guangyao huffed, “I considered. But I had a better idea—let the flames cleanse the dirt so a temple could be built instead.” 

Around his mother’s grave. And Guanyin shaped to her likeness so she may reincarnate into a better life. 

Wen Ruohan floated in front of him, a blue wisp of cold fire in the darkness of night, “Do you regret it?”

Jin Guangyao laughed. Deep and loud. 

He didn’t know. 

_______________________________________________________

5.

“Do you like it, Fuqin?” Jin Guangyao taunted from behind the curtain. 

The parade of ugly, old prostitutes sat on Jin Guangshan’s lap, working like they would any client. Rivers of tears poured down his father’s face with his wails muffled by the cloth muzzle tied securely around his mouth. 

“You ask for prostitutes almost every day,” Jin Guangyao continued, “I got you so many. I did as you asked. Aren’t you happy?” 

  A bonfire lit in his veins, pulsing in his ears like war drums.

His mother suffered because of him. 

He suffered because of him. 

Blood, sweat and tears just to get his acknowledgment. 

Was it a sin for a child to want their father’s love? 

Blood. Sweat. And tears. 

For a man who wouldn’t spare them another glance. 

And now, Jin Guangshan, bare-boned and sick, tied to the bed, with his legs splayed out like his mother was forced to do for years. But even if every prostitute in the room sat on his lap one thousand times, it would only be the fraction of the men his mother had to entertain. 

What a pathetic, weak little man. 

Wen Ruohan roared with laughter beside him. Watching the spectacle as he would on a good day at the Fire Palace.  

“I always loved your taste in punishments.” He wheezed, “Claim to only humor me back then or not, but truly, your ideas are something else.”

A smile dripping venom bloomed on Jin Guangyao’s face. A thrill of pure glee, hot like molten metal, bubbled in his chest. 

He gave his “father” so many chances. Who else is he to blame but himself? 

Wen Ruohan’s eyes met Jin Guangyao’s, flashing like rays of a bright star, “No regrets?” 

Jin Guangyao laughed at him. A deep belly laugh that only Wen Ruohan could stir within him. “Regrets? Who in this world has time for regrets? I have a sect to run and a future to strive for. He’s as good as dead.” He grinned so much it hurt, “I can live now!” 

Wen Ruohan paused, his own smile frozen on his face, “What of Nightless City? Weren’t you free then?” 

“Only if I had your fickle regard,” The words spilled out so easily, as if Jin Guangyao was drunk, “What if you changed your mind about me? What if you found out I was a spy? You would kill me.” 

Wen Ruohan’s good humor disappeared. His eyes, now only strokes of blue, bore into his, a seriousness that rarely graced his features.

 “I knew.” 

Jin Guangyao balked, the glee dissipating, leaving behind a gaping hole in his chest. 

“Since when-” 

One prostitute interrupted with a scream, “He’s dead!” 

_____________________________________________________________________

+1 

Wen Ruohan didn’t dare appear during the chaos at Guanyin Temple. Dealing with a demonic cultivator and Nie Mingjue’s reanimated corpse was far too risky. And it wasn’t like he could do much, with not even his entire soul intact.

But then, after, it was too late. 

“You wouldn’t let me live!” Jin Guangyao shouted at Lan Xichen before running towards the coffin, “Fuck you, Nie Mingjue, you think I’m scared of you?”

And in the next instance, Nie Mingjue’s corpse snapped his neck. 

The seal on the coffin holding their corpses would last a hundred years. They wouldn’t be able to reincarnate, souls trapped to fight one another until one such day they could pass.

 With his head still hidden in the Qiankun pouch by Jin Guangyao’s side, neither could Wen Ruohan. 

Perhaps it is due to this that Wen Ruohan passed through the wards unchallenged. He floated over the coffin, yet to be buried. 

“A-Yao?”

No response. 

“The wager is off.” He continued, “I won’t make you regret betraying me. I promise.” 

No response. 

“It shouldn’t have ended this way. Come out so we can complain about it until they deem us ready to reincarnate together. I always keep my promises. You can come out now.”

Silence. 

No, not quite. Just the groans of two fierce corpses buried below. 

A tug pulled his attention, so slight he almost missed it.

Just by the coffin right on the outside, flicks of resentment fluttered around a stain of blood. Wen Ruohan floated closer. 

Two characters scribbled on the side of the coffin. As if in a rush.

Regret. 

Wen Ruohan settled by the coffin, right by the characters. He stared out through the broken door, watching the sky change from pitch black to light blue. 

“You know, A-Yao… I never wanted to win.”

[stiltonbasket]

OMG I am loving qin su!wwx verse but I'm dying at the Burial Mounds cliffhangerrrrrr AHHHH but also all in your own time bc we respect boundaries =D

When Lan Qing and Lan Jueying left the Cloud Recesses earlier that morning, running away to Lanling to see their A-Die had seemed like a good idea.

“Something’s wrong, and no one will tell us what!” thirteen-year-old Jueying complained, packing an emergency qiankun bag. “Jiujiu never has time for us anymore, and A-Die and Father are being weird, and A-Die came back from the conference early, and then he came back, and then he left again! Where did he go? Jie, what’s going on?”

“I don’t know. And we can’t even go to Gege for help,” Lan Qing muttered, because their xiongzhang left for a group hunt in Changlun just yesterday. “Hurry up, A-Ying. We need to get out of here before shugong comes back.”

Their journey to the Jinlintai went smoothly enough, since A-Qing and Jueying often travel there with their parents; but then they landed on Koi Tower’s main terrace, and that was where everything started to go wrong.

“You have to let us in,” Lan Jueying says haughtily, when the doorwardens try to make them turn back. “My parents are here, and I want to see them.”

The two Jin guards in front of them exchange uncomfortable looks. “Nie-zongzhu and Lan-zongzhu are not here,” one of them tries to say: because not even a Jin would dare cross a young mistress born to two major sect leaders, especially when one of them is Sect Leader Nie. “They have gone to the Burial Mounds.”

“Then where is Jin-zongzhu?” A-Qing asks, imitating the sharp tone her shugong always takes with misbehaving disciples. “He is our shushu, so now that we are here, we must not leave without paying our respects to him.”

“Jin-zongzhu is occupied.”

“Is he so busy that he would turn away his nieces?” Lan Jueying says, batting her eyelashes until the wardens glance at their feet. “We’re tired, you know! I wasn’t even strong enough to fly this far until last year!”

Eventually, the two Jin guards lead them inside, and Jueying asks to see Auntie Su.

“She’s--unavailable,” an attendant says through gritted teeth. “She was found to have been possessed by the Yiling Patriarch.”

A-Ying and A-Qing glance at each other. Their jiujiu brought a veiled woman home two months ago, and A-Ying originally mistook her for their Aunt Su: but the lady Jiujiu keeps spending time with is thinner than San-shushu’s wife, and sounds very different, and Jiujiu would have known immediately if someone within nine or ten feet of him was possessed or not.

But if that really was Aunt Su, then perhaps...

“Take us to Jin-zongzhu, please!” Jueying cries. “We think we know where she is!”

“Han-ge, she said--”

“But Jin-zongzhu--”

“He’d want to know about this!” the younger guard hisses. “Ge, take them to him!”

The older warden heaves a sigh and then gestures towards a corridor.

“Follow me,” he grumbles. “Jin-zongzhu told us not to say anything, but if you know where Jin-furen is, he’ll have time to see you.”

__

And that was how they ended up down in the Jinlintai’s dungeon, crying like babies in A-Die’s arms behind the bars of a prison cell when Jin-zongzhu strips them of their spiritual powers and confiscates their two precious swords before locking them away.

“What’s going to happen to us?” A-Ying gulps. “A-Die, what happened to Auntie Su? And why did San-shushu make you come here?”

“We didn’t mean to tell him that she might be at the Cloud Recesses,” Lan Qingxia sobs. “I just thought--he sounded so worried, A-Die, but then he made someone take us down here, and we th-thought it was going to be a guest bedroom, and--”

“He said you were here to keep you safe!” wails Lan Jueying. “But he was lying, Jiejie said so! Is father coming to save us?”

“Don’t cry,” murmurs Lan Xichen, drying his daughters’ tearstained faces on his collar. Neither of them can tell how long he’s been trapped in the dungeons without his lingli, but it must have been at least a day and a half, or maybe two days, and his stomach keeps growling from hunger because he won’t eat anything Jin-zongzhu sends him. “A-Die knows a way to get you both somewhere safe, all right? You must be very still while I work, and hold on to your sister as tight as you can.”

Jueying nods and wraps her little body around Lan Qing’s. “Like this?”

“That’s right,” he soothes, kissing the silver cloud ornament over Lan Qing’s forehead and the tip of A-Ying’s button nose. “When you get there, tell the first person you find what happened, and that your baba went to Luanzung Gang with Huaisang and all the other cultivators who were at the conference.”

“Where are we going?” A-Ying asks, so quietly that A-Qing can scarcely hear her. “A-Die?”

Lan Xichen shakes his head and points upward, reminding them that anyone could be listening, so Jueying and A-Qing cling to him for a few more seconds before standing back to give their father room to work.

But instead of reaching into his locked jindan for power, Lan Xichen tears past the bounds of his lower dantian for something deeper than spiritual energy, and then the dank dungeon melts away into nothingness around them--taking Lan Xichen’s body with it, just as the pale front of his gown paints itself crimson with the blood dripping from his qiqiao.

“I love you, qian jin,” Lan Xichen gasps, whipping his head in the direction of the footsteps coming down the stairs. “Tell your father that I--”

Lan Jueying screams.

“A-Die!” she howls, as Lan Qingxia grips her sister’s waist for dear life. “Diedie, no!”

But no one answers, and when Lan Qing finally opens her eyes, she finds herself standing in their fuqin’s bedroom with Jueying sobbing in her arms.

[vegastalker]

My lovekids from my Wen Furen AU, where Meng Yao gets himself into big trouble during his time as a spy but gets out of it with murder and a new title

I had the strenght to finally draw my babies.

Anyway, the kiddos here are Da-Jie, A-Yun and Song'er

Meng Yao is their mom and they all have different fathers lmao

The AU is a angsty, dead dovey (sometimes) mess but the kids have a happy prologe and life so thats what matters to me hahaha

Well Meng Yao also gets his happy ending but 👀things are messy when you share custody with Nie Mingjue lol

Lan Xichen is a good papa to the three of them and they all love him a lot

For the record they refer to their parents as

A-Niang for Meng Yao

A-Die for Lan Xichen

Fuqin for Nie Mingjue (Junmiao refers to him like this, when her brothers were little they did too but as they got older Anyu and Rusong stopped)

Rusong is the heir to Gusu Lan, he has a little mischievious streak on him which he tries to supress

Anyu studies talismans more than the sword, never ask him about his dad it makes him nervous

Junmiao is very straight forward and the heir of the Nie, she may be able to wield a saber but she is clumsy with her hands in everything else

I love them a lot ♡

[thebiscuiteternal]

I cannot get enough of your YuSangYao AU so, if it's alright... more please. Maybe something with a little JZX and Qin Su as well (I'm curious to see how they work in this AU)

lol this is gonna end up an actual chapter fic, isn't it? i'm not complaining (maybe just a little).

anyway, have a little bit of qin su being an adorable troll.

__________

As soon as A-Su plops down beside him, he knows nothing good was going to come out of that smile.

"Sooooo... birthday."

And he was right.

Jin Ziyao makes a small groan as he puts his head in his hands and resolutely ignores his brother snickering from his other side. "We're not discussing this."

"Why not? Just because Fuqin will be his... usual self about it-"

"That's an impressively polite way of putting it," A-Yu drawls, stretching.

"-that doesn't mean we can't still celebrate without his or Jin-furen's input," A-Su finishes.

"Remember last time we tried that?" Jin Ziyao points out, words muffled by his hands as he refuses to raise his head.

A-Su huffs and rolls her eyes. "So we do it more quietly this time. If we pool our allowances-"

"Such as they are."

"Hush, you little monster."

"Bigger than you now."

Jin Ziyao leans out of the way of the two as they shove each other like five year olds.

He's touched that his sister is making the effort to drag some kind of joy out of his birthday, but really, it had never-

"Wait, he doesn't know?"

A-Yu rests his chin in his hands with a smirk. "Yao-ge avoids the question every time he asks," he says, and oh.

Oh, shit.

They are really not discussing this. "It doesn't do any good for him to know," he says in what his brother calls the Cut Off At The Knees Voice.

Usually it works. This time, however, it only makes his sister fold her arms and give him the look of I Will Out-Stubborn You If It Kills Me. "It absolutely does matter! At the very least, you should be getting a gift, if not a visit!"

"And if he visits, everyone will assume it's for Zixuan instead and we won't even get to see him because he'll be dragged off to the main party."

"He could still see us after," A-Yu protests. "He always comes to see us."

"Just drop it," Jin Ziyao finally snaps. "It. Doesn't. Matter."

---

In the end, it really doesn't. For reasons that most likely involve a lot of political posturing, the only sect that attends the banquet is the Jiang, and even that's probably only because of the betrothal.

He and his numerous other siblings play the roles they are assigned and he pretends not to ignore the smug smirks when he has to offer his well-wishes and a gift in return for nothing.

(He is immensely surprised when, during the drinking and mingling portion of the banquet, Jin Zixuan approaches him and offers a quickly mumbled offering of gratitude and reciprocal well-wishes before fleeing under his mother's glare.

"Well, damn, there might be hope for him yet," A-Su says, and he can't help the smallest snort of laughter in return.)

It's deep into the night when he and A-Yu return to their shared rooms.

Physically and emotionally drained, all he wants is sleep, and then his brother crouches down and pulls a large box out from under his bed.

Jin Ziyao freezes when he sees the wrapped cloths of deep gold and green. "You didn't."

"I didn't," A-Yu says, but he's grinning. "A-jie did."

He closes his eyes and blows out a sharp breath, counting to ten in his head because they're trying to be sweet and it won't help to get mad about it. "Fine, give it here."

His chest catches as he opens the packages inside. There is a bag of candy from Yunping he had mentioned missing. He had once complained about one of his siblings damaging a book he'd wanted to borrow from the sect library, and there it is too, a pristine and prettily wrapped copy.

Sometimes during their meetings, he wondered if Nie Huaisang was actually paying as much attention as his brother insisted he was.

And here is proof that the answer was yes.

"So... is it good enough for you to forgive us for tattling?" A-Yu asks.

He wipes his eyes with the heel of his hand, not caring how improper it is. "It'll do."