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Oh gods here we go.

I am WeaverPop, god of the universe

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Well. I am quite happy with that :D

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I am Arran, god of the most important thing

EDIT: if y'all don’t wanna use your name use your username

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Lesbian flag Seychellized.

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Welp.

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lets start a chain cause why not

1. take this quiz

2. do this picrew of yourself

3. tag some fiends!

I'll start:

Dude 💀

tagging: @kimetsu-chan @larz-barz @aceofstars0 @exymybeloved @explosivesamurai

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Poppy Playtime Make Believe AU where the events of the game are just a (very messed up) game the kids at the orphanage are playing.

It all started with "Huggy" playing a prank on the unassuming Player, secretly following them around. It spiraled from there because a lot of kids wanted to join in afterward. Poppy was the one who came up with the basic plot and got "The Prototype" to play the villain. Except for Theo and Poppy, nobody interacted with The Prototype, so nobody knows who the big bad is, but most are sure it must be Poppy's father, Elliot Ludwig.

It's Marie who first throws in the idea of cannibalism and everyone immediately loves it. Poppy puts her in charge of the Game Station in the story, and the shy Marie becomes the completely unhinged Mommy Long Legs. She blossoms as Mommy Long Legs. It is terrifying. But she accidentally breaks her arm during the game and has to watch the rest of the game from the sidelines, much to her disappointment.

Theodore is the next one to focus the story on himself. At first his worship of the Prototype within the story is acceptable, but he gets a little too excited to play this game over time and steals some files on the other orphans to use as a base, so he as well as Marie (due to her broken arm) get to have long extensive talks with Elliot Ludwig. Because both incidents happened because they were needlessly antagonising the Player. Elliot is not amused. Poppy and the others decide rather than getting dragged away after being caught, Catnap deserves the honor of going out in a really cool boss fight.

Quinn acts like a rabid animal in the game. Outside, he is a relatively normal kid, but in game he goes full animal. It is terrifying

Riley is really happy she is involved, and writes some very intense diary entries that fit the story. Miss Harper is very concerned over this. "I am finally fitting in with the other kids :D" "I am being cut open. Life is hell"

Matthew was originally not supposed to be a part of the game since he is much older than most kids, but he was supervising Jack and Kevin at the time, who both wanted to join in, but only with him. Kevin was a bit too rowdy, so the adults asked Matthew to watch over him, and Jack's parents worked at the factory but couldn't find a babysitter. So Matthew was asked to handle both.

When it got pointed out by someone Jack needed to be an orpan, Kevin said they would just kill off his parents and Jack immediately happily agreed. As revenge for trying to exclude Jack from the game, the trio decided to kill off the character of the kid, Pianosaurus, immediately. "Pianosaurus" was mad over this, but the others found it hilarious.

Initially, the trio is teamed up with Poppy and the Player, but Kevin does not like this arrangement. When the Player messes up too much and them doing their job leads to most of the characters dying off, he convinces Matthew and Jack they should get revenge.

There are some adults who play along. The Prototype and... Harley Sawyer?? The mean doctor who most kids are convinced is evil. But Quinn managed to convince The Doctor to join in to torment the Player. Nobody is 100% sure if it is because Quinn was the one who asked or if the Doctor just hates the Player so much and loves tormenting them.

But for most adults the kids just reenact things they heard them say to fit the game, making them come off as exaggerated.

The Player is just some worker, none of the kids knows their name. They don't even realize they are made part of the kids' game, they just think they have very bad luck and the kids are being a bit weird. OK, not a bit weird, they are being chased around by kids, bitten by Quinn and attacked for no reason.

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Tried a strawberry cake pop from Starbucks: very much worth it.

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Update. No longer behind train. Managed to make it home :D

Life sucks. I am stuck behind a train. Yay.

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Life sucks. I am stuck behind a train. Yay.

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 65:

Part 64:

A random knock on the door one day was to be expected. The news of Nezha and Wukong's housewarming and what it meant to them spread like wildfire and they had received many well-wishes the past two days, so it wasn't out of the ordinary for a knock on the door early that morning.

Red Son was still asleep, this time in his own room, and Wukong rested himself in their bedroom. Nezha went to answer the door by himself.

Nezha: *opens the door* Good mo- Ao Guang???? Why are you here???

Guang: A few reasons. First, this. *bows and hands Nezha a red envelope with both hands* Congratulations to you both.

Nezha: *receives the envelope* *still suspicious of Ao Guang* *angry at him for a multitude of reasons but tries to be polite* Thank you.

Guang: Secondly, I came to follow up with Wukong on the deal made some time ago.

Nezha: *making up an excuse for him to go away* He is ill and isn't out of bed yet. Perhaps some other time.

Guang: Before you go, I would like this gift to be received by Wukong. *hands him a gift bag* I was going to give this to Wukong on Mother's Day, but well, I had not yet been informed about the state of your previous home or where you had been relocated to. I am sorry to hear about that, by the way.

Nezha: *checks the gift* *is pleasantly surprised* This is quite lovely. I'm sure Wukong will enjoy it.

Guang: I hope so. Oh, and Nezha?

Nezha: Yes?

Guang: I promise you, I mean Wukong and his family no harm in any of this. In fact, should he need any more help, whether it be in obtaining anything medical-related or protection from outside threats, I and my family (at least myself and my descendants) will gladly come to his aid. I simply want our family to be whole again.

Guang: I hadn't intended for the deal to be as it was. I was more than happy to freely give Wukong access to the burial ground and acknowledgment of his marriage to my nephew, but my brother is stubborn. He does not see things like I do. My own perspective on past matters has changed quite a bit over time. Speaking of...

Guang: And I... *bows slightly* I am so sorry... for what I did to you. That... that was not right. That was very cruel of me.

Guang: I was grieving... but that is no excuse for my actions. You were just a child and I should have recognized that. I am so, so sorry.

Nezha: I do not know whether or not I will ever find it in me to forgive you, but I see that you have changed since then.

Guang: You do?

Nezha: Yes. I know of your history with my beloved. This *holds up the gift* is not how you would have treated him so long ago.

Nezha: I may never be able to fully forgive you for what's been done. But I have been on the road to healing from that and my Wukong has been a major catalyst in that.

Nezha: If things are to go the way he hopes, then I will tolerate you. For him.

Guang: Thank you.

Nezha: He actually isn't so sick as to be bedridden. If you give me a moment, I will help him get ready for guests and you can present this gift to him yourself.

Guang: I will wait here patiently.

~~~

SWK: You talked to Ao Guang by yourself?

Nezha: Yes, it was a very formative conversation. Perhaps he isn't so bad anymore.

SWK: Are you feeling okay?

Nezha: Yes, I assure you.

SWK: Okay, so we're really going to have a calm conversation with Ao Guang in our home.

Nezha: We are not inviting him inside.

SWK: There's my Daffodil!

Nezha: The porch furniture is set up so can sit out there and talk.

SWK: Okay! Let's do this!

~~~

SWK: Hello, Ao Guang.

Guang: Good morning, Wukong. How are you feeling?

SWK: I'm doing better, thanks. You came here to talk to me about something?

Guang: Yes, I came to follow up on the deal we proposed some time ago. But first, here. *hands him the gift* It was meant for Mother's Day, and as you are the mother of my nephew's children, I thought you ought to receive something too.

SWK: Thank you! *opens gift*

Wukong pulls out a robe that looks like the kind Ao Lie would often wear but in Wukong's colors. It also had teas and medicinal herbs inside.

SWK: Oh wow! This is gorgeous. It's so soft too. I love it.

Guang: *smiles at him* Good, I had hoped you would like it. I put in a variety of teas and herbs as well as I didn't know what would help you. It was quite the shock to see you so sickly last time.

SWK: Yeah, sorry about the jump scare. My health has been improving though.

Guang: That's good to hear. As you can imagine, I'm not exactly in the know about your health.

SWK: I've had my ups and downs, but I am getting better.

Guang: Good. Now, I'm not asking as a final statement, I just wish to know if you've discussed the proposal to your children.

SWK: I have, though many of them don't like the idea of it. Out of the 19 children we had, only 13 are still alive, and of those 13, only 2 have agreed so far. Some are still making up their minds.

Guang: I personally will take whatever I can get. I can't speak for my brother and the rest of our family though. But I will forward this information to them. We will be in touch about their responses.

SWK: Alright then.

Guang: Oh, and one more thing about the proposal: I know we did not state just how many of your children would be required to move forward with the deal, but I will try to see to it that only one will be required. I cannot promise anything, however. I do not personally agree with the proposal, but I fear I cannot change my brother's mind.

SWK: Thanks anyway. Just do what you can please. That's all I ask.

Guang: Thank you. This whole ordeal has been so unfair to you, for which I apologize. *jokingly* As I'm sure you're well aware, we dragons can be quite stubborn.

SWK: *laughs* I am very well aware, yes.

Guang: That is all I have for you today. I wish you both good health, safety, and a prosperous life together.

Nezha & SWK: Thank you.

Guang: *leaves*

~~~

RS: Good morning, Uncle.

SWK: Good morning, Peony!

RS: Say, who did you get that gift from?

Nezha: Ao Guang.

Nezha could see the mental record scratch on his face. It was really funny to see.

RS: I'm sorry, who????

Part 66:

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OH! Some embarrassing nicknames could be Shīshǔ (wet rat), Puddles, or Chuckles

OC Naming:

Gotta come up with names for Nezha's troop AKA the Celestial Soldiers.

Got any suggestions? Please let me know. They can even be ridiculous and embarrassing nicknames they've received for whatever reason. I heard soldiers do that a lot.

I'll keep them here:

Feicui (Emerald/Jade)

Zitan (Red/Purple Sandalwood)

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Would Jing have any feelings of guilt over nezha anxiety about pregnancy?

Obviously its not anyone's fault giving birth is a very traumatic and dangerous event for even the healthiest people.

But maybe he'd still feel like he's traumatized his son because he had to see him go threw that.

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After everything settles down, Jing feels absolutely awful about it.

Granted, the labor was more stressful bc of Jing being in distress, but he would definitely feel like he traumatized his son. Mostly because, for all intents and purposes, Nezha has never seen his father be like this hat before. Even when lady Yin died, or when Jing went into labor both times before, he’d always kept somewhat of a composure.

But even Jing has his limits. How could you possibly reconcile with the idea of your father, who’d thrown you out for simply falling in love, being someone else entirely? To jing, his entire childhood, his very nature, its all been a lie.

To top it off, Jing feels even worse at the idea that his dna was the cause of Nezha’s rough nature. The realization that Nezha was only doing what was natural to a literal demon kid, that he and heaven had punished him for it, it was awful.

All of that coming out into floods as he was in labor? Having Nezha see a side of him he’d kept somewhat carefully contained?

Yeah, he’d def feel guilty over it. He’s happy when Nezha does eventually give birth, but every anxiety and insecurity Nezha expresses during said pregnancy just stabs that guilt a little further.

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it's really no wonder nezha has so much anxiety about pregnancy just look at what he had to see his poor father go threw.

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Yup, this incident was one of many things Nezha constantly worries abt in the future.

Especially because of the aftermath of the said birth. Even without the baby blues, Jing’s emotional state was a wreck. Nezha has to sit back and watch his own father go through the awful cycles of crying, screaming, raging, etc. not to mention how fast but obviously painful the birth was, the lack of medications working… yeah Nezha is VERY nervous abt it.

Even when they do decide to have kids it’s a long and tedious process. It gets easier, since Nezha gets therapy along the way, but the anxiety never truly goes away.

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Is the baby ok?! Is Jing ok? What about Nezha, azure?? What is everyone’s reactions?!

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Azure had rushed Jing to the ER in the car (yes he can drive) with Nezha, the others soon behind. The other au’s were very concerned but were focused more on the cubs, who were absolutely freaking out and crying/screaming.

Jing does eventually regain consciousness as he’s being wheeled in, and while he is disorientated he is also having a MAJOR panic attack. He’s a) in pain from labor, b) Freaking out over of the baby is ok, c) desperate to know where his other kids are, and d) continuing his earlier freakout from finding out who his dad really is.

Azure… well he’s just trying to make sense of the glibbetish coming out of his loves mouth, trying to comfort both him and Nezha, while also trying not to freak over jing going into early labor.

Nezha is a mess, but a more controlled one. He’s phoned jinzha and Muzha to let them know, and attempting to keep himself calm after watching his father litterally have a meltdown so bad he went into labor not an hour earlier.

After the others arrive at the hospital, they and the Zha brothers had to wait 7 hours until they could see Jing again. All while listening to the screams of pain, rage, and sadness coming from the delivery room.

All the hubbub is very uncomfortable for the au’s, since nothing like this has really happened to their jing before. F!Wukong is much more level headed, bc they’ve done this song and dance before, but Jing’s sudden burst at the house had him seriously rattled.

The baby is born premature, though quite healthy. In the end the baby, a healthy little boy by the name of 姜 (Jiāng) aka Ginger, because of the patches of soft orange-red fur on that he has. However, Jing’s distress on top of being born early caused a few complications during the labor. Of which impacted Gingers hearing, making him deaf.

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 62:

Part 61:

Red Son carefully put all of the photos taken earlier that day in see-through pockets to be displayed on the walls. He took care not to get any fingerprints or dust on them.

All photos were carefully arranged in chronological order.

Jing placed red banners high along the walls, not truly understanding why they were that color. He just figured the party had red-themed decorations because it was their favorite color or something. (It's not.)

Nezha set a red tablecloth on the only table they had at the moment. He placed a red basket on the table and a sign just above it reading "Envelopes go here" with elegant yet bold text for the guests to see.

Macaque sat next to the ladder waiting for it all to be over.

Wukong nervously rolled himself towards Jing with a tea tray in his lap.

SWK: *takes deep breath* Jing?

Jing: Oh, what is it Wukong?

SWK: *nervously* I brewed this pot of oolong tea for you. I hope it's good enough for you. *holds tray up to him*

It suddenly hit Jing all at once. The reds, the fancy clothes, why everyone was acting like a housewarming party of all things was sacred. And now Wukong was before him, trying to perform an impromptu tea ceremony.

Jing: OH MY GODS, IS THIS YOUR TWO'S VERSION OF A WEDDING????

Mac: How are you just now figuring that out?

Jing: I don't know! I thought it was just a regular housewarming party!

RS: It's 🎶not🎶.

Jing: So the-the red and the outfits and- oh my gods, I'm dressed so inappropriately! I'm in all red! And I didn't even prepare an en-

Nezha: Father! The tea!

SWK: My arms are getting tired, I'm sorry.

Jing: OH MY GOODNESS!!!!

Jing: Yes! Thank you, Wukong! I accept your tea! *bows, kneels, and takes a cup*

SWK: *places tea tray back in his lap*

Jing: Oh my goodness, I'm dressed so inappropriately.

RS: You are going to drink the tea, are you not?

Jing: Oh! Yes, of course! *taps the tray and sips the tea down*

Nezha: *walks over to Wukong and puts his hands on his shoulders* Well done, my dear.

SWK: Thank you. Can you take the tray from me? My arms hurt.

Nezha: Yes love. I imagine you used quite a lot of your strength to do that. *takes tray*

Jing: Oh, goodness, I'm terribly sorry Wukong. I wasn't anticipating any of that.

SWK: It's okay. You accepted the tea.

Jing: Come here. *hugs him*

SWK: *hugs him with his head*

Jing: You rest up. I'll go home and change.

SWK: Okay.

Jing: Come along, Socks. *leaves*

Mac: *shadow-portals away*

Nezha: Do you need to take a nap?

SWK: *sadly* Mhm.

Nezha: Poor dear. You used all your energy for that. It's okay. There's an air mattress in the bedroom ready for you.

SWK: Okay.

Nezha: *carries Wukong to bed*

Nezha: *lays him down and tucks him in*

Nezha: First nap in our new place.

SWK: Yeah. *curls up in his blankets*

Nezha: Rest well, my darling. I hope you feel better soon.

SWK: Thank you.

~~~

Jing: Is Wukong alright?

Nezha: He is resting. He put all he could into presenting you with that tea. He hadn't been able to lift more than a pound until recently.

Jing: Oh gods, I ought to apologize.

Nezha: I doubt he minds. He is still ill and he knows his limits.

Jing: Still. Oh, and I prepared an envelope for you both. May I present it to him?

Nezha: Of course you may. But I cannot promise he will be able to accept it with both hands.

Jing: That is perfectly fine. I'm not expecting him to follow tradition when I myself did not.

Nezha: It's not like we gave you much of a warning, though.

Jing: It's quite alright. Oh, and congratulations my son. I hope you two spend many happy centuries together.

Nezha: Thank you, Father.

Jing: Come here, my boy. *hugs him*

Nezha: *hugs him back*

~~~

Nezha opened the door to the bedroom and when they entered, they saw Wukong looking right at them, still curled up on the air mattress.

Nezha: My love! Did you have a good nap? Are you well?

SWK: My arms are sore, but I'm feeling a bit better. How are you guys? Ooh, I like the outfit, Jing!

Jing: Thank you. And you can refer to me as "Father" if you would prefer. You have completed your portion of the tea ceremony, after all.

SWK: Thanks, Father.

Jing: And now I would like to complete my duties as your new father-in-law.

Jing sat on his heels and bowed as he presented his red envelope with both hands. He had made it so that the envelope was just above Wukong's hands. All he needed to do was reach up with his fingers and grab it, which he did.

SWK: Thank you.

Jing: You are quite welcome. I wish you both good health, happiness, and prosperity throughout your lives.

Nezha & SWK: Thank you, Father.

Jing: I'll leave you both a moment together. *stands, bows, leaves, and closes the door behind him*

Nezha: I guess it's official.

SWK: I love you so much.

Nezha: I love you too.

~~~

As the guests walked in, Jing realized why the happy couple hadn't specified the importance of this event to them. It was quite hilarious seeing who was "in the know" dressed appropriately dressed up next to those who didn't. It was good to see his new son-in-law's trickster heart come into play.

It was pretty funny too, seeing their faces when they finally got the memo. Nezha could've sworn he saw MK jump a solid meter into the air when it was finally explained to him. He was in a t-shirt with grease stains and sweatpants on. Red Son must've seen this coming, since he had a suit and tie at the ready for him.

Wukong was able to make his appearance and enjoy a bit of the festivities. Someone had brought in a bouquet to toss, which the mischievous monkey threw right in his ex's face. Given Macaque's reaction, the Demon Bull King knew that both monkeys understood what Wukong was trying to imply.

DBK: Little brother, you know things regarding Macaque and his relationship status, don't you?

SWK: Oh boy, do I!

DBK: Do tell me every detail!

PIF: Oh, you two. Such gossip on the important day? We ought to be asking about Wukong's relationship. And why even was your ex invited anyway?

SWK: Because he's Jing's plus one!

PIF: ...

PIF: Don't spare even the smallest of details.

~~~

Nezha's soldier friends all gave him the warmest of wishes and even helped prepare games for the guests.

Pigsy, of course, catered for the event and gifted them new kitchenware. Tang hovered over Pigsy in hopes of snatching some food. Sandy let Mo cuddle up in Wukong's lap to help with his anxiety.

Muzha tried commenting on Nezha's technical marital status but received a smack upside the head from Jinzha, who wished them both the best in life and welcomed Wukong with open arms.

The Peach Maidens and the Plum Hill Boys enjoyed games and drinks together.

Even Guanyin made an appearance for a bit. Wukong had a nice long talk with them about everything and promised he'd try to attend one of their lessons.

Mei somehow managed to hack into the speakers and started blasting every single platonic(ish) love song she could find.

One song stuck out to Nezha and Wukong the most:

Never met at all by Aimee Carty

It was so anxious yet grateful and hopeful simultaneously, and the singer's voice was beautiful.

Every word in the song sounded like it was written for them. It was so heartfelt and passionate, yet never said the word love once.

Wukong sat in Nezha's lap as they swayed. They closed their eyes and listened to the music together, taking in the moment.

Everything was perfect.

~~~

Nezha laid Wukong back down on the air mattress and sighed.

SWK: So, shall this day be our anniversary from now on?

Nezha: Absolutely. You know the date?

SWK: May 19th.

Nezha: The perfect date.

SWK: Do you think the money in the envelopes will be enough for furnishings and decorating our house?

Nezha: I think so. One of my friends got us a gift card to the paint store, so we've at least got that covered.

SWK: Good. I can't wait to get everything set up.

Nezha: Me neither. For now, we need a good night's sleep.

SWK: I'm glad we decided to stay the night in our own house.

Nezha: Me too. Goodnight darling.

SWK: Goodnight Daffodil dearest.

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Amazing writing, that twist caught me off guard in the best way possible!

Could this possibly be at least partially why Nezha was born as powerful as he was? Or is it just a coincidence?

Thank you! 😊 and it’s the former. Celestial babies are powerful, but they shouldn’t be THAT powerful.

Now that the secret is out, I can safely tell you all that Jing is (technically) half-human half-demon. His mom was a human who fell for his demon father (as you saw). Jinzha and Muzha got more of his human eek half, so they’re not as affected as Nezha was. A lot of Nezha’s abilities, his three headed form and the like, are stuff he got from his parental grandfathers side. Recessive genes and all. It’s also why Nezha’s magic is uniquely pink.

Jing’s demon half never really manifested in his mortal life, like many human-demon hybrids. It’s only after the JE dies and the leftover yin/yang from azure unlock these abilities. (Hence the glowing blue eyes when he was preggo with mocha.)

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Disapproval— A Jing and Lady Yin origin and Family reunion

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“I cannot believe you—“

“—of all the reckless, impulsive decisions that you have made in the past, this by FAR takes the mooncake! Sneaking around with a princess?! And a celestial one at that!”

Jing winced at his father’s yelling, shuffling from where he was kneeling at the table while his father paced back and forth in rage. The fabric of his simple blue training Hanfu suddenly felt very constricting.

“Papa,” Jing murmured quietly, “papa, please-“

“And!” The older man barreled on, speaking over Jing’s protests, “I find out that you are wanting to elope with that- that judgemental spoiled princess!”

Jing immediately tried to defend himself and his choices. “She’s not spoiled or judgemental! Yin has been nothing but kind to me and the others!” His jaw trembled, fists clenching at the front fabric of his clothes. Seeing this, his father sighed softly.

“Sweet baby” The redheads voice came out soft, almost pleading. “My son, she is a celestial. They do not care for the lives of mortals. You are too young, you do not understand yet.”

Jing glared at his father, his own voice ticking up a volume. “I understand perfectly well!” Jing wilted when his father’s gaze turned hard, but he kept going. “Yin is different, Papa.” He pleaded, “she’s not like Zāng or Nèicún. I actually like her, and she likes me.”

“It’s only a fleeting thing,” Jing’s father stated sternly, “she’ll leave at the next pretty tail she sees, just like all the others. I know you think she’s different bit she isn’t. You will be marrying Zāng or Nèicún and that’s final.”

Jing closed his eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and lifted his head to meet his father’s fierce gaze. The older man’s angry eyes tried to pierce through Jing’s defenses, but the young swordsman had already made up his mind. He wouldn’t budge. Not this time.

“I don’t care if she’s a celestial. She’s given up everything to be with me, and I’m willing do the same.”

The moment the words left Jing’s mouth, the older man stood and shouted at the top of his lungs. “Leave!” He demanded, pointing at the door, “Leave this house! And only come back when you have left that wrench!”

Jing stood with all the grace of a soldier, before turning his back to his father and strides out the door. Heat pricked at his eyes, but he stubbornly held back.

That night, while staying in a small inn the young couple could barely afford, Li Jing swore to himself that he would never sit at his father’s dinner table again.

The first few years were hard. But Jing’s grandfather was more than willing to help them out while Jing got his feet under him. The young swords man worked tirelessly, day in and day out, perfecting his craft and gaining the attention of many. Soon, he married Yin in a beautiful ceremony, Jing’s grandfather officiating.

Even after the passing of his grandfather, Jing continued on strong, determined to give Yin everything they needed.

Jing sent a single letter to his parents when, a year later, Jinzha was born. He waited several weeks, and silently cried in Yins arms when they never responded. He did this again when Muzha was born, hoping and praying they’d answer. That maybe they’d finally see past Yins celestial heritage. But nothing. Jing eventually gave up on any sort of relationship with them, resigned to never see them again.

When Nezha was born, he didn’t bother to send them a letter. What was the point?

Then after some the time after he’d moved to the celestial realm, Jing realized his parents were likely dead. He was immortal now, and while he’d always known he’d outlive them, it stung to realize he’d never be able to reconcile.

Life without Yin was hard. So hard. His father’s words echoed in his head every day, along side a certain emperors. But Jing wouldn’t let it stop him.

When Jing met, fell for, and was inevitably broke up with Azure, he wondered what his parents would say then. If they would condemn Azure too, this time for being a demon.

By the time of the heavenly pillars collapse, Jing had nearly forgotten his parents. He reconciled with Nezha, reconnected with Azure, had the cubs, and is nearly ready to give birth again at 8 months pregnant. It’d been so long, that when he went to the store, the last people he’d expected to see were his parents.

Yet there they, it rather he, stood, front and center of Magapolis mega-pharmacy. The very man who’d turned his back in Jing for falling in love. The man who Jing had finally moved passed.

Li Shānyáng was a towering man, even more so than Jing himself had ever gotten. His fiery orange-red hair was as long as it used to be, even with the streaks of grey. He was older now, more stress lines, but he walked with his back strait like he always did.

He’s seen Jing too, and looked just as startled. He reached out a single hand, to calm out to him.

“Jing?” Shānyáng whispered, almost hopeful, “Jing? Is that you?

Jing stood frozen. He couldn’t make a single sound. It was as if his vocal cords turned to cement. How was this possible?

Shānyáng slowly approached, but the moment he got within range of Jing, the pregnant man stepped away almost on instinct. He frowned and stayed where he was, but he still looked at Jing with those sad, hopeful eyes.

“How.” Jing finally managed. “How are you here?”

“Well,” Murmured Shānyáng, “demons do live long lives.”

Jing’s heart nearly stopped. A wave of dizziness swept over him,

“I’m sorry,” Shānyáng said, “I always meant to tell you.”

Alive

A demon.

His father was alive and a demon. Any further words the man- demon - may have said were drowned out my the harsh beating of Jing’s heart as it all clicked. The hate for the celetials, his father’s unnatural red-orange hair. The way others seemed weary of him all Jing’s life.

Jing ran. He didn’t think, didn’t look, just ran. He could hear his father calling out behind him, desperate and pleading. But Jing used what little energy he had to just teleport back to the celestial realm. Back home.

Everyone startled when Jing burst in, and Azure jumped to his feet in alarm at Jing’s tear stained face. But before he could comfort him, ask what was wrong, Jing shoved him away and rushed to their bedroom.

There was a large commotion, and Jing’s vision started to spin. He gasped for air, clutching the dresser, before dry heaving a few times. In his panic, he could barley hear Azures voice. “Jing! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?” but Jing couldn’t respond.

A sob ripped itself from his throat, turning midway into an enraged shriek. The pregnant celestial (celestial-demon? Celestial-human-demon hybrid? What was he?) grabbed a small plant and hurled it across the room. Shouts of panic echoed in the house, and this time Azures voice rose above it.

“Jing! What has gotten into you!?”

“He lied to me!!!” Shrieked Jing, whipping his head around to face his lover. Nezha and the others crowded the doorway, out of range, as Azure was the only one brave enough to enter. The lion only looked more confused and concerned at those words, and gently reached out to the distressed preggo.

“Who lied dear?” The former-rebel murmured, trying for gentleness. Jing didn’t care, instead hurling another plant.

“My father,” Jing hissed, and he could see the other Nezha’s heads jerk up. “He’s alive! He’s alive and a fucking demon and never told me! He let me think he was dead!”

Azure was stunned, and quickly ducked out of the way of the third plant. “Dear,” he pleaded, “I don’t understand-“

“He hated her! He hated her because she was a celestial and I never even questioned it! He lied he lied he lied—!”

(Crash!)

“Jing!” Hollared Azure, who instinctively shelled the others from the flying shards. Jing let out an inhumane scream, slamming his other fist into the glass as hard as he could.

A loud pop was heard,and everything froze. Jing let out a ragged breath, and looked down at the ground. Blood and glass littered the floor, but now so did water. It took a moment to realize what happend, but as Jing came out of his rage he relized why his pants were now soaked.

Between his meltdown and the shock of going into labor, Jing collapsed. Azure barely managed to catch his mate before he hit the ground, and they made haste to rush Jing to the hospital for a labor two months early.

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