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aki-draws-things · 3 years

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NaNoWriMo 2020 #19

Not so angsty, because as said, LiangFeng deserves happiness.

And the boys too deserves to be happy.

Prompt: Found Family

Ship: Mingjue/Zonghui, Yue HuangShui/LiangFeng

Word Count: 1871

Nie mingjue was a fast learner, liángfēng discovered, in amusement. They were the one who said it first, that he had been raised to a golden light. It was no wonder in truth, with his desire to keep his lands and family safe. It was a bit more wondering when they discovered that the spirit who took his saber as "rightful residence" was none other than the demons' queen. But by the time they discovered she had already claimed the saber and her wielder as hers and had no intention of letting go. She was kind, nie mingjue said, and she had been with him ever since he picked the saber, a soft voice whispering in his mind, different from the voices liángfēng heard, but still a voice.

"it's probably your abilities that kept you safe from being possessed and overthrown by her." they said looking at the saber, but nie mingjue shook his head, a hand caressing the hilt fondly.

"she would never. Baxia is a strange demon, she doesn't want the destruction of the mortal realm, and she gets really pissed when someone tries to take it over. Probably because she too is a leader, she understands the meaning of keeping the balance."

"mistress… Your son is defending a demon!" liángfēng called as yue huangshui entered the training room.

"I'm defending baxia." he pointed out, careful no to point the saber too. "not a regular, random demon."

"mistress! - they called again, the shock clearly fake on their face. - young Master nie is defending the demons' queen!" they corrected themselves earning a little laugh from huangshui.

"as long as he doesn't invite her over for dinner."

"that would be an embarrassing dinner, mistress." liángfēng had to agree.

"speaking of dinners. - nie mingjue took a step toward both of them. - you have time for one? Huaisang will be really happy to see you again, and to meet liángfēng too. And so would zonghui." please don't say no. The younger part of him seemed to beg. It had been almost a year since he started moving between Qinghe and that timeless place, not wanting to stay there and learn while leaving his brother in charge, and his husband alone. All considering he picked the whole shifting between realms pretty fast, stopping feeling nauseous after the first month. A fast learner indeed, and liángfēng felt a pang of pride in that, they took a liking to the younger boy as soon as he showed up. He was more similar to huangshui than they both realized. They still called him young Master despite his insistent protests, his use of nicknames to prove his point and the fact that more than once he called them either Lao shi or, but rarely and not without some guilt, even shijie. He tried to avoid it, most of the time happening when he wasn't feeling completely himself, too tired and weakened by training or fighting. They never corrected him, knowing there was no malice or disrespect in the way he said it. Their body was feminine after all, nie mingjue tried to call them Da-ge once, they stared at each other for a long minute before shrugging off the feeling, it didn't feel right. Shijie had a different ring, it still felt strange, but not entirely unpleasant.

"young Master, I don't think it should--"

"why not? It's about time you meet huaisang. You're definitely going to love him, I know it."

"Mistress don't give him ideas!"

"then it's decided."

"no it's not! Young Master nie!!"

"shijie!" he carried the final letters a bit longer, pouted a little like a child, something that looked extremely strange on his face, especially considering he was towering on them pretty much of a head.

"don't shijie me, young Master."

"dinner. Dinner. Come have dinner with us, shijie. I'm going to have made the best dishes of all of Qinghe."

Yue HuángShuǐ took a step or two back, looked at the young man she had left behind that he still was a boy, he looked at the person that made her feel love again in the midst of her grief, he looked at her son excited eyes, at the way he smiled when calling them shijie, the small dimples on his cheeks. Looked at the way they didn't back away from a female nickname, how they embraced it because coming from mingjue, from someone who spoke it in a respectful way. She looked at them and smiled, a familiar warmth in her chest.

"young Master, please… This one doesn't even know how to behave in a dinner with a major sect." nie mingjue laughed and grabbed their hands.

"It's just dinner. Us three, brother and my husband. No big sects involved. Just family."

They looked away, a blush spreading over their cheeks.

"I shouldn't be there, then, if it's family."

“You have a Nie fan. And braids. - he paused a moment, it felt strange sometimes, not having to act like the Sect Leader all the time. He was no one in that place, and he was so much younger than many. It felt good not being in charge. - You have Mother too. I dare to say this counts as family enough, right?”

Yuè HuángShuǐ nodded smiling and the battle was over and won.

“You look happy.” Nie ZongHui had a particular way of doing things, a specific order in which to do them, and that included taking in whatever emotion Nie MingJue was feeling and putting it into words. They didn’t have to discuss it if they didn’t want to, but it would be out in the open and not stuck inside the Sect Leader, only for him to bear. “You are happy.” Nie MingJue hummed, fingers working fast on undoing ZongHui’s braids, he didn’t even have to turn to notice, the way his hands moved was enough.

“I convinced LiángFēng to come for dinner. With mother.” Well, it made sense he was happy, Nie ZongHui thought. Wait—

“Madame Yuè is coming? Does Huaisang—”

“Knows? - Nie MingJue hid a little laugh and burrowed his face against ZongHui’s shoulder. - He’s running around planning what to have for dinner. He’s more excited than I am, honestly.”

“But you are excited.” It was true, and they both knew it.

“Of course I am, why shouldn’t I? I will finally have my family back for one dinner. Why shouldn’t I be excited?”

There was something else Nie ZongHui felt, not in the words or in his voice, it didn’t change at all, but in the way his arms embraced him, the way MingJue's nose pressed against his back, the cold tip on his warm skin. He was happy, of course, he was excited, obviously. He was— sad. Neither of them spoke of that, nor of anything else, Nie ZongHui leaned his body back against him and covered MingJue's hands with his. That was the kind of feel they didn’t speak about. No reason to speak of it after all, everything was way too clear.

“I wish you could be like me.” Nie MingJue whispered when ZongHui was asleep by his side and he was staring at the ceiling wide awake. “Even the thought that one day I will lose you…” He curled up closer to him and soon enough ZongHui's arms moved to embrace him. He wouldn’t sleep but his warmth always made him feel a little better.

"I still don't believe it's proper for me to com--"

"we've talked about this already, liángfēng. It's not only proper since you're family, but mingjue already convinced you. Think of how sad he would be if you chose not to come." yue huangshui fixed the collar on their robe gently, her fingers brushing against their neck.

"young Master would understand…"

"liángfēng. - she called, and they bowed their head slightly only for Huangshui's fingers to lift it from the chin. - as a sect leader he's stern and strong and unbending, but here, with us, with you, he's a young man who can lay down all his responsibilities and just be himself. He's young, like you were when I first met you, he's uncertain and scared, he had to grow up so soon and so fast and I did him wrong by leaving him alone. But you… Oh my dear, you. You took him under your wing like an older sibling he never had, and he clings on that because no matter how old he may look or be, he's still too young. And in that world, being too young and in charge is a condemn."

LiángFēng melted under her touch, huangshui words only half heard. It was enough to imagine how disappointed and sad her new brother would be to make up their mind. They saw him sad, when he thought he wouldn't be able to return to the mortal realm, he saw him, tall, strong, big sect leader, eyes still glowing golden as tears fell down his cheeks, drop on his knees and grasp at yue huangshui robes with desperate hands, begging her to allow him to go back. To return to his little brother. To the man he loved. To his people.

When liángfēng ascended they thought the place was freedom itself. No voices, no father to order them around and disrespect them, no one to mock them. But they had no one in the other world, no one they would miss or that would miss them. He did. He had so many people, so important and precious. He looked so devastated that liángfēng felt their heart hurt for him. They wished to never see that expression ever again on his face, they swore they'll find a way to always keep a smile on him, no matter what. Just like they swore to always follow mistress Yuè.

He would be sad if they didn't come after he invited them, it would make him frown, probably even pout the next time they would see him. What older sibling would ever let their little brother get so upset on purpose?

Still, having dinner in the mortal realm felt strange. The food was good, it even looked nice, lot of meat and wild herbs and vegetables, coming, huaisang said, form the best parts of Qinghe. Except the meat.

"Da-ge went hunting. He does that sometimes."

LiángFēng looked up, the chopsticks held carefully, and looked straight at mingjue.

"you hunted that… - they stopped and looked back on their plate. - what was that again?"

"deer." It was zonghui who answered them, looking at them as he took a piece of meat from MingJue's plate instead of his own. "and yes, we do that sometimes. For special occasions. This sounded special enough, mis--master---" he looked around briefly, not finding a proper alternative and sighing.

"does Shijie not like it? -- zonghui! Stop stealing my dinner! You didn't even touch your plate!"

"no, no young Master… It's great!"

"we always share, and you don't complain."

"we have guests."

"that's family, Da-ge… Not just some random guests."

"besides,- he took another piece and held it to MingJue's mouth waiting for him to take it. - I did that while staring at sect leader Jin already, and you didn't seem to mind it too much."

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aki-draws-things · 3 years

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NaNoWriMo 2020 #18

18 and 19 will focus mostly on my OCs, because I love them so much and they deserve all the love! especially LiangFeng! Please go and love them, my sweet baby.

Also, I took all the liberties possible, being written during the nanowrimo kinda had me unable to make proper research (No, no, wait.. who am I kidding? I have no control and i still made research, just not as specific as I usually do.)

This two fics will take part in the Raised to a Golden Light AU.

Prompt: Forced Mutism

Ship: Yue HuangShui/LinagFeng, mentioned

word Count: 2853

Their world had always been in chaos. Ever since they could remember, there were voices accompanying them in their mind, voices that didn't belong to them but only they could hear. There was never a moment of blissful silence, the voice never quieted no matter what they did or how much they begged, the voices didn't care. Because the voices weren't alive anymore, and dead things do not care for the living.

LiángFēng doesn't remember their name the day they wake up on a marbled floor white as the snow, the day they raise their head and stare at a woman dressed in gray with her hand stretched for them to grab. They have no name, they don't know where they are or how they got there, but the woman is kind and warm, her hands are soft and there's an aura of light coming from behind her making her look ethereal. LiángFēng before they got the name took her hand and was raised to their feet easily. That was when they noticed, snatched the hand away and covered their mouth in silent shock.

"are you wounded?" the woman asked. "It happens sometimes, new ascensions can be rough when you're that much young."

Ascension? They thought. A sob broke through their throat and tears spilled down the cheeks. They weren't hurt, nothing hurt in truth, nothing at all.

"what is your name?" the kind woman asked again, patient, sweet.

"I… - a new sob broke their voice, and another, and another again. They couldn't stop. - this one has no name."

The woman seemed surprised for a moment, then she brushed a hand over their cheek, wiping the tears.

"then we'll find one for you, my child. Come."

On uncertain feet they followed, a hand wrapped around the hem of the woman's sleeve, not wanting to let her walk too far.

The world and their mind, for the first time in their short life, blissfully silent.

It wasn't always like that, there was a time when they didn't know what silence felt like. Thinking back they weren't even sure they had a name, they're parents never cared since they discovered their particular ability.

"you can do so much good like that, daughter."

"I… I don't like being called a daughter, father…" they whispered, voice small and childlike, almost afraid. Their father laughed and caressed their hair.

"nonsense my dear. - he said. - look at yourself. Such pretty hair and face, and definitely a pretty girl's body and clothes. Of course you're my daughter."

"but… Father, I don't feel like a girl. I like the pretty dresses but--"

They took a step back, the mood showing on their father's face changing.

"stop talking now. I have no time for your nonsense." he turned to leave the room and stopped in the door. "remember, your voice belongs to the lost souls. Unless they're the one complaining you do not speak." the little LiángFēng before the kind woman gave them the name nodded at their father's words and crawled in the bed. Souls always complained, they howled and cried in their mind, begging to be helped, begging to be saved, released, guided. Souls of old people, young brides too small for their husbands, men who went hunting and never returned home, children lost and left alone. Some souls were young, voices soft, some even politely asking if that one person hearing them could help them. They liked these souls, their kindness and the endless thank you they gave them, they felt like a caress or a hug.

"please kind girl, can you help me find my son? I didn't have time to tell him I loved him." "please, tell mama and papa that I will be good." "oh, thank you, thank you. Can you see her? - LiángFēng chuckled, eyes closed as an old man excitedly hugged his beloved wife. Their happiness was contagious. - she was the light of my life and here she is, beautiful as the day we met. Thank you for bringing me to her, thank you." and they danced away, when LiángFēng opened their eyes there were tears falling in her cheeks.

"I want to find a love like this one." they whispered, not daring to speak louder.

The kind woman, who they had discovered was called Yue HuangShui, took them in a different room, with a soft bed and a desk.

"you can change and rest if you need." they shook their head, hands now both grasping at her sleeve like a scared kid, but she didn't seem annoyed, she still smiled and led them to the bed.

"you're not tired I see, come, let's find some new clothes. Take anything you like, you belong here now."

Everything was rich and beautiful, far different from everything they ever had.

"I… Don't deserve them Mistress Yue…" they whispered lowering their head. Yuè HuángShuǐ laughed softly and picked a robe for them.

"you deserve more than you think, here child, have this."

“Are you a Goddess, Mistress Yuè?” They asked one day. Time was strange in that new place, it seemed almost still, LiángFēng was familiar with Martial Gods, they even prayed them when the voices were so loud and insistent and painful. They prayed so much and so hard for them to stop—

“You must be a goddess! - They exclaimed and then immediately shoved both hands over the mouth lowering the voice again. - This one prayed for the to stop talking and you… You appeared. And now they’re gone.”

Yuè HuángShuǐ lifted her head from the paper, the brush kept perfectly still and vertical in her left hand.

“I’m not enough worshiped to be a Goddess, child.” She smiled then, almost by chance, her look fell on the drying ink. “LiángFēng. - She muttered under her breath before looking up again. - Clean, pure, uncorrupted. A gentle breeze that the world is in desperate need.”

“Mistress Yuè?”

“Your name. From now on, if you like it, your name will be LiángFēng.”

“Liáng…Fēng?” They repeated it slowly, trying it, almost tasting it on their tongue.

“Only if you wish, of cour—”

“Yes! - They smiled happily, clapping their hand once and looking happier then they’ve ever been since they arrived. Yuè HuángShuǐ couldn’t help but laugh with them. - This one truly likes the name!”

"it hurts…" they cried softly, their head seemed to be splitting in two with the pain, voices screaming to be listened to, to have a priority and they couldn't understand why they all screamed in their head. Why them? They've been good, they behaved as father told them to. The voices didn't seem to agree and they screamed and screamed and screamed. "father please--"

"what have I told you?"

They wished mother was there, surely mother would have been kind, surely mother would have helped them. But mother was never there, mother wasn't even alive anymore. Sometimes, when the voices quieted a little and a sweeter one whispered they asked if it was mother. It was never mother, mother never spoke. They still hoped that one day she would.

"to… To give voice to the souls."

They curled up on the bed trembling, the head hurting more and more.

"unless it's a soul that is hurting, you…" father waited and liángfēng knew he wanted them to finish the sentence, to prove they remembered. But it hurt too much and they felt unconsciousness begin to fade, their cries getting softer as the strength left their small body.

"I… - they coughed weakly. Their body laying on the hard mattress, limp, eyes half closed. - I don't spea---" exhaling slowly they fell unconscious, voice never stopping and them too weak to keep listening.

They prayed. In the silence of their little room and sanctuary, they prayed. Surely among the gods there was someone who could quiet the voices crowding their mind, someone who could bring peace and silence. Surely there was a God so kind and merciful that would listen to them or so they hoped, they wished. They prayed.

Until one day the God, goddess, answered them and the voices quieted.

"mistress yue." they called sitting down in front of her desk, a silver robe matching the little fan they found and decided to carry everywhere. "why do you keep this little cage on your desk?" they touched the bell on the top, its sound echoing softly and clear around them.

"there's a core made of yin energy in there." yue huangshui explained looking almost amused at how liángfēng immediately retread their hand from the bell. "I don't want to destroy it."

"but… But it's evil energy." they said, confused. Slowly they moved on the other side of the table and peaked inside the little cage where a ball of energy pulsed calmly.

"does it look evil?" huangshui asked and liángfēng shook their head. It didn't. Not really. They could feel the yin energy in it but if they had to judge just by the look it didn't seem evil at all.

"the cage is just that. A normal bird cage like thousands of them. The bell is the trick. - she explained. - when you perform a purification you need something to ground the energy, something able to calm it and release it slowly. A core like this would take a couple more months before disappearing."

LiángFēng nodded.

"but… I don't understand. Disappear where?"

"Back in the world. There must always be a balance. If we exorcise all evil from it then what does it remain?"

"the… Good energy? Isn't that the purpose of all?"

"the mortal realm can't survive only in yang energy. At some point this energy would turn greedy and greedines will become anger, and create a new kind of yin, stronger, angrier, far more dangerous, for everyone. Even us. . But if we keep the balance as it is now…"

"mistress yue." they called stopping her. "mistress, can you teach me?"

"mother, can you teach me the little butterflies?" liángfēng eager to learn face merged for a moment with a young boy who's eyes briefly sparkled gold, a boy she had left behind, abandoned. She wondered for a moment if he still remembered their little golden little games, she made sure she sealed his memories and taught little huaisang to do the same, leaving the even younger kid with a responsibility bigger than he was. For a moment she saw her little boy in that person who never strayed too far from her.

"mistress yue? Is everything--"

"yes. - yue huangshui looked back at them and slowly touched their face. - yes, of course I can teach you." she wondered if her son would ever forgive her for living.

Remaining silent wasn't hard most times for liángfēng they learned fast and young, their father forcing them to only speak with the souls voices, turning her strange ability into a living. On the outside, most public side he was a kind, caring father, his cultivation not too high, taking good care of his special daughter. A kind man who loved to help others.

He wasn't kind. He wasn't gentle. He wasn't caring.

Little he cared for the lost souls invading liángfēng's mind ever since they were little, he cared for the silver people gave him, and he threw his daughter at them when people called them liars, he called them a liar too, accusing them to make up those souls just because their voices and words weren't what the living remembered. The thing was, souls cannot lie. Every word they spoke, no matter how good, how nice, how bad and angry, they were always the truth. Living beings on the other hand, they lied all the time, they hid behind a courteous smile and lied as easily as they breathed.

LiángFēng couldn't lie. Because liángfēng had no name at the time. LiángFēng had no voice but the souls' one. Souls can't lie, and neither could liángfēng.

"he did you so wrong, my dear." yue huangshui said, her hands carefully styling their whitening hair in small braids. It was only a couple of silver white streaks for now, she offered to teach them to hide it, to keep their hair black, but they admired the streaks in silence for ours and then shook their head, sometimes choosing not to speak at all for hours or even days.

I like them like they are. It's a new start. They meant to say. Huangshui braided the white streaks with the black hair in a small rose on the back.

"he did you wrong and I wish he could pay for that."

"mistress?"

"treating their child like that only to take advantage of his child's ability."

She never said daughter, always so careful with her words and they only had to say it once.

"it's… It Doesn't matter. I liked to help them."

"and that's why you're here now, it still doesn't make it alright. You couldn't even speak."

“Ah! LiángFēng chose not to speak.”

“You can lie now.” Yuè HuángShuǐ chuckled lightly as they blushed holding the fan closer to their face in a gesture almost painfully familiar.

“You remind me of someone I used to know. Someone I used to love.” She said and LiángFēng closed and lowered the fan holding it in both hands.

“Is it the someone you still mourn, Mistress? If you tell LiángFēng what is doing to make you sad, LiángFēng will—”

“You don’t make me sad!” She grabbed their hands and forced them to look up at her. “You don’t make me sad, LiángFēng. You could never! You remind me of him and it’s such a good memory that I would look at you every moment.”

Maybe it was at that time, LiángFēng theorized, that they fell in love with Yuè HuángShuǐ. The moment they decided that they would dedicate all of their days to see her smile. They were used to loneliness, even with the thousands of voices in their head. For their Mistress’ smile they would face thousands years of loneliness.

“Nameless Lord of a nameless land.” Yuè HuángShuǐ greeted the man making him jump in fear and turn, his hands trembling as he held his sword in front of himself. He stared at the woman clothed in dark gray with golden eyes. “No favor you may want to ask the Heavens will be listened to for a thousand years. Consider your life as your greatest fortune because you’ll never have anything else.”

“Who—” Yuè HuángShuǐ lifted a finger to her mouth in a silence gesture.

“No, nameless Lord of nothing. You have no right to speak. Ever again.”

Like she arrived, she was gone, his mouth now sealed shut.

Qinghe wasn't far but she entered the Unclean Realm’s borders with apprehension. Nothing had really changed during the years, it felt like coming home from a night hunt alone, heading to the palace and having her husband and their lover waiting for her. Except they were both now gone, and she wasn’t headed to the palace.

She spotted easily a little stand on the side of the busy road and approached it taking her time to admire the fine fans hand painted until one was pushed right under her nose, open. It wasn’t perfect, the strokes sometimes too big and dark, or too trembling, a phoenix soaring the skying a silvery colored wind.

“You can buy FēngFēng something pricey and artistically beautiful. Or you can give them something with a meaning.” She looked up staring at her son.

“Since when you paint fans?” HuángShuǐ inquired taking the fan in hand and a hairpin from the stand anyway.

“Since HuaiSang decided he wanted to do some family bonding time and dragged me and ZongHui out of the training ground.” He didn’t sound too happy about that and she chuckled lifting the fan to the light to catch better the details. Not perfect indeed, but beautiful nevertheless. “Besides, the Sect Leader paints the official ceremony's fans for the closest family. Father made yours, and HuāLing’s, mine and Huaisang’s too. I made one for ZongHui, - He ignored her look, they had a lot to catch up over the years and sometimes she still wondered how he could have forgiven her so easily. Other times she wondered how he managed to make ZongHui love him, only to later discover it had been the other way around. - LiángFēng deserves one too. They’re family.”

“You painted a phoenix on their fan.” She pointed out.

“You don’t want to tell them, someone has to. Mother… They would never blame you for loving someone. They would love LiángFēng just as much.”

“I come bearing gifts.” Was the first thing Yuè HuángShuǐ said walking up to them. She placed the wrapped gifts on the table and sat in front of LiángFēng.

“Mistress Yuè, I—” LiángFēng looked at the hairpin and, especially, at the painted fan in awe. “I don’t really— It’s too much for—”

They didn’t notice HuángShuǐ gently taking their hand until it was held so carefully and lightly and Yuè HuángShuǐ kissed the back.

“I would consider it an honor to fly again in such cool breeze, if you’ll have me.”

#Yue huangshui #LiangFeng #Raised to a golden light #au #forced mutism #the untamed #cql #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #mdzs fic #Grandmaster of demonic cultivation #founder of diabolism #fanfic #nanowrimo 2020 #angst collection in cultivation #aki writes

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✿ JGY and/or NHS?

Sorry, took me a little While...

✿ - DECAY - an old memory, from childhood perhaps

JGY

He tends to seal most of his childhood memories, for they're not incredibly happy or pleasant. He often dreamed of a different life, a better life, for him and for his mother, and sometimes for a couple of the other girls in the brothel too, not all of them, just a couple, just the kindest.

But there's one thing. His mother used to tell him stories, every night while tucking little Yao to bed, stories of golden palaces, of gentle kings and queens, people who were all waiting for him one day to return home.

She told him there was for sure, she knew it without a single doubt, someone out there, in the vast world outside Yunping, waiting for him, in need of his presence.

Little Yao often dreamed of golden palaces and kind eyes calling him son.

(Qinghe was no gold, and Nie MingJue was hardly kind to anyone but his brother, and yet for years the Unclean Realm looked just like the palaces of his dreams.)

NHS

One would think Nie HuaiSang took his soft heart from his mother and sure, Bái HuaLing was the kindest soul the Nie Sect Leader met, her core was not the strongest, she could hardly wield a sword, let alone fight, but she cultivated in her own way, through her voice. The little canary of the Unclean Realm, like Yuè HuangShui always called her.

Huaisang hardly remembers her, she died too early for him to remember, and his great love for art and fans and birds comes from his father instead.

But that's not the fondest memory he can think of. No, that's MingJue. A still fairly small boy singing lullabies to him in a small, shaky voice when huaisang scrambled in his chamber during a storm. He would sing him of the beauties of the night seen through raindrops, of how lightnings were Heaven's beacon to lead the lost souls back home and how he shouldn't be afraid. Not once the song was the same, for he simply improvised words until Huaisang would fall asleep so he never truly learned it.

(the day their father died and MingJue's mother left Qinghe, grief too much for her to bear, it was raining. Huaisang walked in his brother's room, wrapped his arms around him and sang for him instead. He sang of a real bright lightning leading the lost Phoenix back to her home on the moon.)

#MDZS headcanon #jin guangyao #Meng Yao #nie huaisang #Nhs comparing yhs to a Phoenix goddess living on the moon #He's not entirely wrong since Yue huangshui lives secluded on a celestial mountain not far from Qinghe #MDZS #Cql #The untamed

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aki-draws-things · 3 years

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Ok, so.. The not yet finished summary of Immortal Lost. I'll probably add details or change things here and there. Summaries exist because I will most certainly forget things. Anyway.

Feel free to drop ideas to fill the gaps ~ fill free to grab them away from all the angst I'm going to dump on them. (or maybe no. Let them suffer together). Feel free to drop ideas to make it more angsty and make this mouse happy~~

Will I find a sense in this idea by the end of the week?

Beginning - past - set one or two generations after yin metal

- young nie mingjue, with his family, one younger brother, two older sisters. His father have the ancestral tomb made for the sabers after they had to fight the angry spirits. He dies against one of the spirits and his saber is the first to be laid officially in the tomb. Out of everyone he develops a closer bond with his saber when, during a battle, he hides in a cave in the mountain, wounded, and there he meets what he first believe was a goddess. (but in truth it was just baxia, chilling away from the demon's realm because it was too noisy.)

- immortality is gained through cultivation. He learned to control the saber spirit, who becomes baxia in the end, qi deviations still occurs, but when they happen he hides in the cave, Baxia guides him through control, that's the only place where she can take a physical form, though not for long.

- the cave was one of the places where the divide between dimension is thinner, hiding in the cave, both the first time and after, he absorbed the energy of the place, both from the demon's realm and from the heavens. It's in a mountain close to the unclean realm, something that will later pass on the legend as a celestial mountain.

- after many years, after his brother and sisters died, he leaves Qinghe in the hands of a nephew and travels the world until his name becomes somehow a legend (he uses an alias, different names and such, he's tired.), the one nie who achieved immortality. The one who ascended to godhood. People around Qinghe starts to pray to him for protection, especially in battle for protection. After travelling long and far he always returns to the cave only to find that someone not only managed to find it but built a small shrine even. He sets a spell on it, so that it's way harder to find the actual place but still allows people to reach the shrine and pray, he won't take it from his people, but won't let them disrupt his peace either.

- from time to time, over the next years, he finds ways and strategies to return to the unclean realm when the Nie sect is most in need, looking younger or sometimes even different (as a God he can change his look, though he's quite fond of his original one.) to help them or even lead them again for a while, if needed. (only the elders are aware of who he really is, at least during the first times, later he will keep it secret and roll with nie zhenxiang's idea, in present years.) he's not sure he qualifies as a good God for them, there are others far more benevolent than someone wielding a saber with a demon spirit inside, but it's Qinghe that decided for him.

Past, in between.

- it's during one of these times, while acting as sect leader because the actual one is a 5yo child, that he meets the future chief cultivator wen ruohan. He looks young at the time, passing as an older cousin for the actual leader and taking control because of his young age, participating in a competition where he defeats wen ruohan eldest brother and is later introduced as sect leader. (poor baby ruohan was so enchanted that he managed to trip right against him and feel embarrassed for years for that being their official first meeting.)

- [I don't know exactly how things happens in between halp] wen ruohan, being the youngest is less pressured at fighting or ruling position and he's more of a scholar, asking sect leader Nie (of who he doesn't know the actual name) to teach him everything he knows, spacing from history, military strategies, fighting styles. Everything. Sometimes sect leader Nie disappear for weeks and months, for battles, but never allows wen ruohan to follow.

- a battle happens, years after the first meeting, wen ruohan is supposed to fight with his older brother and ask if sect leader Nie would help them. But Qinghe too needs protection. So they part ways until young ruohan realizes that theory fighting is different from actual one, a real battle is gruesome and hard and dangerous, in ways he wouldn't imagine.

- he wakes up after being wounded away from the battlefield, in a shrine in the mountains, covered in silver furs to protect him from the cold. There's a man in the shrine, with frost on his hair and robes and still not shivering one bit. And oh no! It's sect leader Nie! Right when he was starting to believe his crush couldn't get any worse!

- quick think, ruohan. Quick think. Make him think you're dead! Okay, no, I said quick, not stupid. Unconscious. Still unconscious. Oh fuck. Was he always so... SO? Ruohan no! Okay, maybe a little peaking --- oh, fuck me! Well, he probably wouldn't --- ugh! Ruohan shut up!

- anyway, that is the moment Wen Ruohan realizes (his crush definitely won't disappear) nie mingjue is in fact not human and decides to keep the secret for himself if he trains him more. Of course nie mingjue was already training h, and doesn't take his request as a threat, knowing that wen ruohan won't simply go and tell the world, and anyway, who would really believe him?

- so wen ruohan learns and grow, following nie mingjue (who still hasn't told him the name a d that's getting quite annoying, right?) as a shadow, growing closer and closer to him, falling more and more in love until he can't be rejected anymore because he throws himself on mingjue. Things don't exactly change after, much to ruohan's disappointment, but he starts to notice the little gestures from mingjue that somehow escaped his attention.

- [something in between probably, I don't know... More angst? Do we want more angst? A bit of Immortal angst?] until a bigger battle, something that unites the main Sects again against a common enemy. In the end it seems like wen ruohan is killed, dying while nie mingjue is trying to get him out of the battlefield and somewhere safe. He tells him his name then, his real name, probably regretting not doing it sooner. And then, then control snaps. He let baxia's howls reach the surface and doesn't try to hold her back, merging witb the saber spirit.

- the enemy is defeated, it stood little chance against a very angry immortal with a demon spirit howling in his mind. But he can't subdue her again, he doesn't want to. For years and years he had been good, righteous and kind, he deserves to let anger out, but when it does it explodes. So the sects unites again to stop him, they kill him, or so they think, and leave. Many soldiers and generals are lost against his power, included the wen sect leader.

- since wen ruohan wasn't actually dead, once he recovers he takes the role of leader, role he never wanted, he refuses to believe mingjue really did that, his mingjue. He gets angry at whoever calls him a demon, he let slip that a God such as him cannot be a demon. And he tries to reach for the shrine, only to find it empty, the statue that once was there gone, with only dust and ashes, the altar broken on half. He makes a new one, and light an incense stick and prays, but no one appears and after a while he stops going there too. (he doesn't see people beginning to return to the shrine though, with offerings and prayers.)

Present times

- meeting nie zhenxiang had been an accident, or perhaps fate decided it was time for him to return to the mortal realm. Nie zhenxiang is a capable man and leader, smart to know who he really is, a direct descendant from MingJue's original family, and a curious one. He claims to have had a thing with yue huangshui, and it's true, they use that thing to make people believe mingjue is his son and justify his absence until then. He doesn't use his real name but goes as Nia xiá (or something combined. Still o want to keep the character for afterglow), it was both part of the name his brother had and the name he used with wen ruohan, a call back to the sun symbol of the wen sect. (his regrets at not being able to protect him are what caused him to stay away from the mortal realm and the shrine at first.)

- he fits in the new family really fast and well, huaisang never question if he's really his brother or not, he looks at him once and declare he's his dage. Soon disciples of Qinghe and the other sects stop questioning where he comes from and all and just accept nie xiá as the new heir.

- in between something else happened. Wen ruohan, keeping his role as sect leader and, to popular knowledge, immortal (not yet, he once would say, quite shily, but that's his goal.) and chief cultivator, well respected by everyone, got his hands on yin metal. At first it wasn't for power. He never believe mingjue to be dead and even if he stopped going to the shrine he still searched for him. The yin metal promised, in a seductive voice, to help him find the one he desperately searched for, and he believed him. He didn't change right away, but the yin metal is malicious and twisted promises into what it wants. To be whole again, to rule over them. And wen ruohan slowly gets twisted into the one they all want to fight. (he has two sons, his wife dying giving birth to wen chao, he loved her, and still had these doubts because what if he found the one he loved before? She's a replacement, but still he loves her.)

- meanwhile nie mingjue grows in the Nie sect and finds new friends in the lan heir, xichen. He doesn't want to love someone, burned by what happened once. Still he gets close and shares a bond stronger than he felt in years. Somehow they don't work out, lan xichen is great but there are so many secrets mingjue keeps from him that they decides that being friends, instead of engaged, is better, for both of them. Huaisang is upset by that, he wanted them to be together because they looked perfect, but no. Dage had to go and declare being friends was better.

- until at a conference he meets officially the other sect leaders. And especially sect leader wen. A man, young and undeniably pretty, with two sons, with the same name, and characters, of the one he lost. But wen ruohan, his ruohan, died many years before, he died in his arms, and nie mingjue remembered that moment very clearly. This leader seems just as taken back as he is, staring at him with wide eyes, frozen mid-bow and then mumbling that he reminded him of someone he knew as an apology.

- this wen ruohan, mingjue finds out, is very different from the one he knew, convincing him even more that it's just a weird chance. He's strong, he likes fights and he's hunger for power is something that would've never crossed his ruohan's mind. But mingjue changed too, he had left baxia spirit in charge for long, he didn't want to deal with mortals anymore and she was a good replacement, but baxia is a demon, and while not being as bloodthirsty as the others she's still a demon.

- [more things in between. Mistakes, accidents incomprehensions. nie zhenxiang is actually killed, indirectly, by wen ruohan. I just need to define things better]

#Ruojue #Nie mingjue #Wen ruohan #Immortal lost #Summary #Fic plans #Mdzs fic #Aki writes

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Mmmh... I give you a little bit of raised to a golden light, brand new part with the sweetest little mingjue. ❤️❤️❤️

Nie zhenxiang knew, the moment he set eyes on yue huangshui, that she was different. Different from everyone else he had ever met in his life. Different, perhaps, for the golden aura that seemed to surround her, for the graceful way she moved and acted and the fierce way she struck down her enemies like they were a mere inconvenience in her day.

"I'm afraid, Da-ge, you set your eyes on something too high." wen ruohan said, amused by his his eldest sworn brother getting so worked up over a woman both him and their other brother were so sure wasn't really human.

"I'll just have to jump a little higher then." he joked and lan qiren sighed shaking his head, because they also knew that making him change his mind was beyond impossible.

In the end yue huangshui proved to be not exactly human, and yet deeply in love with the mortal realm and, apparently, with nie zhenxiang, somehow. How it was a mystery the brothers didn't plan on unfold, he looked, and was, happy, whatever the means they were happy for him.

And then a child came. A tiny little thing, with bright eyes, claiming attentions and love like it was obvious people should give him.

And they indulged him, with smiles and cuddles and gifts, the firstborn in their life as brothers, spoiled more than they would ever admit.

And with the child came a golden glow, an ever present shield around the immediate nie family, a shield against evil, against enemies. Yue huangshui watched her son grow day after day, she watched as his eyes glowed when he was scared and distressed, she watched as he shut them tightly close when someone unfamiliar got too close. She watched, not without amusement, a spark rejecting Jin guangshan hand when it came down to ruffle his head, and a moment later becoming a soft warmth when yu ziyuan laughed and caressed his cheek and he instantly claimed he wanted to be picked up by her and no one else for the following hours.

"you should be careful madame yu." wen ruohan mused, not far from them, keeping an eye on the little boy.

"careful? How so? He's the sweetest and calmest child I ever met."

"he is, yes. - he agreed, watching as he tangled his hands in her hair and she, the scary violet spider, let him. - he just is in that time when he tries to chew on everything he can get his mouth on."

As if on clue little mingjue lost interest in her hair and grabbed her hand looking closely at it, eyes wide in curiosity, dragging it closer to his face and trying to chew on zidian.

#Nie family #Little nie mingjue #Chewing everything he seems to like #He already put his papa's saber hilt in the mouth #Wrh headpiece #Most likely lqr sleeves #And now zidian too #Jfm tried to get his wife back so they could go back to their chamber #He found himself defeated by a screaming child who liked to be where he is #Yzy is expecting Yanli at the time #Raised to a golden light #The untamed #Mdzs fic #End of year wip #Aki writes #Soetpotatis #Nie mingjue

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Hello, that's what this Mouse does when she wakes up randomly and takes notes on the phone for ideas. (the note was "long lived Mingjue living young and finding wrh after time." it's not my best note at 3 am actually... But it had potential, in that moment.)

Would that idea work? Who knows... Not me now for sure.... I don't even know where it wants to go...

Sometimes years merged together in a blur of days that went by one after the other, always the same as the one before. The hidden shrine in the mountains around Qinghe kept him safe for long, for many long years and sometimes he wondered what it would be, to never come out again, to live there as a God no one prayed to, as an immortal above the tribulations of mortal living. Alone.

That. That was the problem. He was alone. And he was bored. His sword called for fights greater than fend off lost spirits who ended up in their shrine by accident, spirits who had done nothing wrong and did not deserve that fate. But the loneliness and seclusion twisted his mind and his sword. It twisted his heart and tainted the purity of the shrine until he was no more a forgotten God but one with the spirit in his sword. A demon wearing the fair face of a human. But still a demon with a heart, beating and capable of choosing his own path. And the spirit he become one with, the one residing in his loyal sword was bored too and let him choose. - because even for a demon she was kind to those she cared for, and she cared. -

Nie zhenxiang was surprised the day he met him, dressed in the gray robes of the Nie sect, a saber strapped on his back and hair braided the same way he taught his only son. They stared at each other in silence, both deciding what to do put of that meeting. Until the Nie sect leader spoke.

"you're the immortal living in the mountain, right?"

The immortal blinked. What gave him away exactly? People of Qinghe all forgot about him, or so he thought for many years.

"you can come to the unclean realm with me. I can find you a place... Some clothes, these look like they've seen better days."

And he laughed with an ease and innocence the immortal forgot about mortals.

"I ruled, once." he said, slowly, and showed him a silver fan, a symbol of his ruling days, something, he realized, the Nie sect carried on, judging the fan in the man's hand. The new sect leader nodded.

"I know. I've read the stories, the legends about the mountains, and about you. - he stopped, smile faltering for a moment and he scratched his head. - we can't really say you're one of the ancestors, though... I don't think people would take it as well as I did."

The immortal nodded in agreement. They wouldn't. The sect leader fell silent again, lost in thoughts, before suddenly lighting up.

"you can look a bit younger, right? - he could, yes, the immortal confirmed, but why? - we can say you'rey son." he blinked, doubting that would work, but nie zhenxiang continued.

"I once had a... Something... With a goddess, I think. Yue huangshui. - the immortal laughed, his look already changing to something younger, he didn't look that young in many, many years. He knew yue huangshui, powerful and kind, always with a smile, it was easy to love her. - we could say she kept the child until now. Or something."

"you have an early death wish, to go and bed a goddess like her highness." he chuckled now looking like he was around 15 years old. A tall young man, but young nevertheless. "but that would justify my absence, and my different, higher, knowledge." yes, they could make it work, somehow.

"it's not exactly my fault she's beautiful. - he laughed as they began descending the mountain with careful steps. - oh! How do you feel at the idea of having a younger brother?" he asked him casually.

The immortal thought of it for a moment. He used to have a brother once. Younger. And two older sisters. Once. Long, long ago. He was the only one left, the only one of them who survived and reached immortality in the end. He forgot what a brother would feel like. He missed them.

"I can't wait to meet my new didi!" he said, voice younger, matching his look, excited at the idea, smiling brightly at him, head turned his way as he walked at his side. Nie zhenxiang smiled back.

"do you have a name of choice?" not his real one, that would cause confusion, the immortal knew. He was also forgetting what his real name had once be.

"Xiá. I guess..." he said, borrowing his brother's name. No one knew it anyway, it had been too long, and he had died too young.

"nie xiá... - nie zhenxiang nodded. - well, A-xiá, welcome home."

~~~°°°~~~

It had been many months since his arrival to the unclean realm, people talked about it, about him, then the talks moved to his military abilities at such a young age, his well developed and strong golden core and his strength with the saber.

It had been months and the Nie sect was now hosting a conference. It had been months and now he was going to meet other sects he once fought with, now lead by strangers, descendants of those who had been friends once.

It had been years and now, looking younger than he had ever looked in too many years, was standing there, beside his "father", staring at sect leader wen and trying not to look too shocked.

Wen ruohan, on the other hand failed, he froze mid bow and looked like he had seen a ghost.

"Ming...Jue?" his voice faltered a moment when he finally caught him alone, late that evening. "you can't --"

Nie Xiá--Mingjue smiled. He didn't expect to find someone, he should have heard words of that, but again, he hid in the mountains for so long-- he didn't expect him.

"fierce as always in discussions, A-Han." he simply said.

He didn't expect him, and yet he couldn't help the smile that formed in his face the moment Wen Ruohan seemed to melt under his voice. It had been so long. Too long. Maybe-- maybe.

#Nie mingjue #Immortal nie mingjue #Nie zhenxiang #Wen ruohan #How I try to make a required ruojue work with a 3am idea #Also... Age difference... But in the other way around.#Seriously I'm not sure I should listen to my sleepy ideas and yet here I am...#Mdzs #Mdzs fic #Fanfic #Aki writes

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NaNoWriMo 2020 #09

That fic should have some warning tags for implied rape and abuse, (and i’ve tagged it.) but rest assured i didn’t described a single thing. I don’t write smut so I’ll just limit myself to let it be implied it happened.

As the other chapters too, characters are most definitely OOC. I won’t use the Nano challenge to make a study on them and figure out their voices, I just let the stories come out, I still wish to apologize for that. I’m still trying my best to make those fics nice and entraining enough.

(Next three days will be connected and finally angst will punch us straight in the face! :D Is someone ready as I am?)

Day: 09/11/2020

Prompt: dirty secret

Ship: None official

Word Count: 2192

"Shi-ge!" if anyone would connect the excited voice to the one and only uptight Jin ZiXuan, that wouldn't be the Jiang siblings. None of them, even though Jiang YanLi always said that there was more than a stern look underneath, but it was her heart speaking, her brothers were sure of that. They turned in time to see Nie HuaiSang and Jin ZiXuan colliding against a taller man who easily grabbed them before they could risk tumbling over. That was a weird sight, mad weirder by the knowledge that nothing strange went around cloud recesses to make them act like that. Well, perhaps nie HuaiSang had a valid reason to behave like that, they found out a little later, the man was, in fact, his older brother, leader of the Nie sect. Yes, huaisang could act like that and throw himself at him. But the Jin peacock?

When he was little, Jin ZiXuan, knew nothing about hate. Many people seemed to despise and hate his father and he couldn't figure out the reason not even . if he tried. Maybe he wasn't the most open and affectionate man, maybe he didn't spend much time with his family as other fathers did, but that wasn't enough to hate him.

Then one day two boys were taken in Jinlintai, dressed in a dusty dark gray robe the older and a cream one the younger who looked roughly his age, his father said they would now live there and Zixuan nodded eagerly. He would finally have someone to play with that wasn't his annoying cousin. But why did the two boys look so sad? Didn't they like the palace? Or their rooms? Or the new, better clothes? Jin zixuan was confused.

The older one locked in his room for hours, studying dutifully. Or he went to the training ground among the older Jin disciples, with a sword much bigger than theirs, and trained until the sun set and the younger one left their plays to run fetch him and drag him back to his room. Back and forth. Every day.

He scowled and snarled angrily at his father for reasons Jin zixuan didn't understand. Maybe their parents never taught them to be polite? But he was so kind and caring with his little brother.

"A-die and A-niang are gone." the younger, Huaisang, explained to him once.

"gone? Gone where? Are they coming back?"

Huaisang scrolled his shoulders.

"I don't know. Da-ge always says gone."

It would take a couple more years for him to understand what gone meant. His lips trembled as he tried not to cry.

"why are you crying?" the older, mingjue, asked. "it's not your family to be dead."

"but it's sad, shi-ge…" he bawled softly against his chest. Huaisang crawled on him and hid his face against the neck over the golden robes. "I don't like shi-ge and shidi sad." Huaisang started crying too and soon enough nie mingjue found himself having to pick both of them in his arms and go back to the palace.

"then stop crying, silly boy."

One thing Jin guangshan didn't know the day he gladly took the two nie boys in his sect was the truth about the older one. He didn't complain when the Nie sect elders came to him and asked for his protection after their master died too early, on the contrary. Having some sort of power over Qinghe would make him greater, even almost compared to the wen sect now. He was surprised the older son of the Nie leader didn't take over his sect. He was Sixteen, old enough to lead them. Or so the world thought. The elders gave him vague answers, how nie mingjue while having a high cultivation was unfit to lead them, really, Jin guangshan never complained. He couldn't see the unfitting things they supposedly talked about but it was fine for him. He had power, he was in control of one of the main sects and he only had to thank wen ruohan for that. In the public eyes he was going to teach nie mingjue and raise him to become one day the great leader he was. In truth he meant to keep his grasp on Qinghe for as long as possible and there was an easy way to ensure that.

A child.

It had been two years since the Nie brothers came to Lanling and jin guangshan secretly took great pride and pleasure in having unfold one of the greatest secrets the Nies were keeping. The younger one, with his poor cultivation and his innocent mind, with his liking for pretty songbirds and for arts was in fact, a young girl.

Still too young, he reminded himself, but in a couple of years she would be old enough to bear his children and at that point her brother could do nothing but leave the power to him if he didn't want all the affair to be exposed.

Yes, Jin guangshan prided himself in his knowledge.

But when he went to inform nie mingjue of said knowledge and his plans he almost didn't believe his eyes.

He almost lost his eyes to a double hairpin.

It took him a couple of minutes to realize he had been wrong, that explained even better the reasons nie mingjue didn't take his clan in hand. He couldn't. The Nie sect, just as most of the main sects, had always been led by men. Lan Yi tried once, but never succeeded. Leading wasn't a woman's duty after all. They were weak. Unfit.

"get out before I carve your eyes out." he, she, threatened him, chest now covered with a loose robe and fresh clean bandages scattered over the bed. Jin guangshan should have been afraid, he knew the strength nie mingjue had all too well, he saw him her defeat his best disciples in training, even the older ones. And look at that. She was a girl.

Jin guangshan barely remembered nie MingJue's mother, she was undoubtedly strong, and her eyes had a gold hue when she was angry. Mingjue probably took her high cultivation from her. Still, unfit to leadership.

"You won't." he simply said. Closed the door behind himself and took a step closer looking closer at the body before him. She was pretty, after all. Perhaps with the right kind of clothing it would be easy to hide the larger shoulders, a different hairstyle would make her look more feminine, even eligible for marriage.

His plansw changed.

"I was wrong." he admitted, a hand reaching to take a strand of hair. Nie mingjue stepped back. "you know, I thought little huaisang was the girl, I would have never imagined. But now that I know I notice all the little things. It's quite obvious."

"no it's not." nie mingjue growled. “There’s nothing obvious because you don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Defensive, Jin GuangShan thought. Desperate to keep herself safe. She wouldn’t be easy to tame, too wild, just as most Nies, but the reward would be even greater if, when, he would succeed.

“Oh, but I’m not here to judge you, Miss Nie. - Nie MingJue sprinted forward, he pushed Jun GuangShan against the wall hand held a hairpin between his eyes, definitely not afraid to use it. He remained calm. - I can understand why you never mentioned it. You, a woman, unable to lead your clan at your father’s too early death. Your brother, still too little, his cultivation too poor. The Nie Sect is destined to fall.”

Nie MingJue wasn't to speak back, to say once more he was a man, no matter what his body would say, he had always been a man ever since he had memory, and as such both his parents and HuaiSang's mother raised him. As the one he truly was.

“Sometimes the reincarnation cycle get messed up a little. Sometimes the heavens like to test our strength in order to make us stronger.”

“Why do they like it? It’s not fun! It’s painful.” Nie MingJue complained.

“Because they have yet to learn, - His father said fastening a braid on his head. - That us humans will find a way to defy them. There’s nothing wrong in the way you are or you feel.”

“It’s unbalanced.”

“And then you find your own way to balance it. Show them not to mess up with us Nies.” Yue HuangShui laughed and Nie MingJue followed their worlds ever since.

“But I have a way to prevent it.” Jin GuangShan’s voice brought him back to reality. There was something in his look that MingJue didn’t like, something that screamed at him bot to trust him.

“What?” His voice came out strangled and almost shy, he shuddered as the Jin Leader moved closer, his hand opening the robe just enough to expose his skin.

“A rightful heir.”

Nie MingJue always cried more than his little brother Huaisang, that was common knowledge for most people who knew them. He did his best to look stern when outside in public, he took every hit and every hint and let them build up inside of him only to explode when he was finally alone.

“Rightful my ass.” He muttered in anger and frustration some months later when he found his usual robe was too tight and uncomfortable and he settled for something loose.

“If he dares to set foot in the Unclean Realms I’m going to throw him down the walls.” He threw a warmer robe over his shaking shoulders, as he emptied a bowl outside. His qi rattled along with his anger and he ended up feeling sick once more.

Maybe in that way he would get rid of — No.

He fell on his knees, hands pressed over his mouth in shock. How could he even think that? What kind of monster would ever think that.tears fell and he curled up on himself.

“Shi-ge, do you still feel sick? Do I have to call a healer?” He yelled at Jin ZiXuan too Levi him alone.

“Da-ge you need to eat something.” Nie Huaisang put his head inside the room and looked at where his brother was curled on the floor. “I have soup.”

“And fruit.” ZiXuan chimed in, a plate held carefully on a tray next to a steaming bowl. “I’ve asked A-Fu to cut some bunnies in the apples!”

“I’m not hungry.” They left the tray inside the room and with a look at each other they left.

“Shi-ge…” Jin ZiXuan called sleepily. “Jue-gege…” He poked at his cheek until he finally woke up to find the young Jin heir with a consumed candle and a blanket standing next to his bed, Huaisang sleeping soundly on his own bed against the wall.

“What A-Xuan?” He yawned and the boy climbed on the bed next to him holding the blanket at his chest.

“Do you like A-Xuan?” Nie MingJue nodded, not in the right mood for that kind of conversation, and neither was ZiXuan, both too sleepy for that.

“Will you like Meimei too?”

“How can you say it will be a little girl?” He asked, voice softening as ZiXuan bended over and curled over his chest and stomach.

“No stealing Da-ge…” Huaisang slurred climbing on the now crowded bed and fast falling back asleep.

“I’d like a little sister. - He revealed closing his eyes. - but a little brother would be nice too. A-Xuan will like him anyway. A lot lot.”

When the time came Nie MingJue almost refused to look at the little things crying at the top of her lungs. He managed to ignore her for three whole minutes before feeling his chest tight at her cries and gathering her in his arms where she settled comfortably.

“She’s so pretty.” Jin ZiXuan nodded in agreement with huaisang, his finger held in her tiny hand without the intention of letting go. She was going to be a Nie, MingJue said. She would never be a Jin, she wouldn’t grow up in Lanling but in Qinghe, she would never be one of the many bastards and, even more importantly, she would never be recognized as Jin GuangShan’s daughter.

“But she’s still your Meimei.” He assured to a mildly worried ZiXuan who, in answer, hugged her little arm and brushed his cheek against her head like HuaiSang always used to do in affection.

A young girl in dark gray robes ran from behind Nie MingJue and threw herself at Jin ZiXuan who promptly caught her.

“Da-ge! I want to show you something when you come to Qinghe!” She exclaimed excitedly before throwing herself in the same fashion at Nie huaisang who, while trying to catch her, tumbled on the grass with her arms secured around his neck.

“I’ve heard some things from Huaisang during this past months.” Jin ZiXuan said, his voice vague. “About a proper Master Nie who tamed the great beast of the mountains.” Nie MingJue barely hid a smile gathering the little girl on his arm and dragging HuaiSang back on his feet.

“Can we expect a new little brother?”

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