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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 189:

Part 188

TW: swearing,

"What's the yelling about?"

"Uhh..... What do you think of extending the vacation to 1000 years?"

Nezha: No. No, we can't. For... so, so many reasons. So many. Wish we could, though.

SWK: Why are you asking?

Sav: Ji-

RS: *covers his mouth* Something that can wait until after you two have properly enjoyed your honeymoon.

RS: Hey Savage, didn't you say you brought or parents something to celebrate?

Sav: Shoot! I almost forgot! Let's get the family together, I know I'm not the only one who brought something.

~~~

Jyoti and Jidu had shown up that morning with Yin Long, Li Mei, and Sha Miantiao not long behind.

Nezha was trying really hard to keep all of the faces and names straight. Didn't help that there were now five sets of identical twins running around.

Chang Weihou showed up too, and brought his new boyfriend with him. Weihou was a very large, muscular boatman. His boyfriend was a far smaller, being a very slender Water Monkey. At least Nezha could easily tell them apart from the rest of the family.

Nezha: Why did you have to make them all look exactly the same?

SWK: It's not my fault my husbands used me as a copy machine.

The littlest grandkids ran around with the toys they brought from home, and the elder ones caught up with their aunts and uncles.

Once everyone had been crammed into the living room, the families and siblings presented their gifts to the new(ish)ly wed.

~~~

Jinzha: *watching the news*

Jing: *announces the marriage*

Jinzha: *spits out his coffee*

Jinzha: FATHER, YOU DUMB BI-

Frankie: *starts playing with Jinzha's foot*

Jinzha: Uh... Bing-Bing. Father is being a dumb Bing-Bing. That's what I was going to say.

Frankie: *stares innocently*

Jinzha: I'm going to call Gege Muzha, okay?

Frankie: O-tay.

~~~

Muzha: I SAW!!!!! How stupid can Father possibly be to publicly shame our brothers like that? While they are away on their honeymoon no less???

Jinzha: I know! He really should have tho-...

Muzha: Brother? Is something wrong?

Jinzha: Who's watching our brother's house while he's away?

Muzha: Wait... Oh no.

Jinzha: Muzha, who's watching the house?!

~~~

River: I've seen you do some really stupid things, but wow. Just. Wow.

Jing: I know, I know, I know!

Jing: *sighs* *puts his face in his hands*

Jing: Are you going to make me sleep on the couch?

River: Pfft. Really?

Jing: Oh, thank go-

River: You're sleeping on the floor.

~~~

Muzha rushed over to Nezha's house immediately after the call. He hadn't skipped a class in... ever. Not without warning the faculty first and explaining his reasoning first, though.

Now seemed like a good time to cut class, though.

He arrived to see a set of vehicles he didn't recognize out in the driveway. No signs of destruction anywhere in sight. Still, Muzha proceeded with caution.

Muzha looked into the house through the window.

Three men he didn't recognize (at least with their backs turned to him) where just... sitting in his brother's living room, watching a new channel which likely covered his father's recent political catastrophe. All the channels were covering it.

Muzha decided to knock on the door.

One of the men got up to open the door.

Muzha swore he'd seen him before, he just couldn't remember where.

The man opened the door and seemed pleasantly surprised to see Muzha.

Pekoe: Hi Muzha, nice to see you again! I'm sorry, your brother isn't here at the moment, do you need him for something?

Muzha: Not really, I was just checking to make sure that my brother's house was safe.

Pekoe: Oh! Did Nezha send you? I assure you that we're doing just fine. I know he worries, but we know how to guard his house. We do train alongside him after all.

Muzha: That's where I recognize you from! You were one of my brother's "groomsmen" at the wedding. One of his platoon members, right?

Pekoe: Yes. Nezha introduced me to you, but I guess you forgot. My name's Pekoe, by the way. Over there are my boyfriends, also platoon members. That's Liang and the other one is Yi Min.

Muzha: Yes, I remember now. Nezha didn't send me, but my other brother and I were worried about what might happen in his absence. He didn't tell me anything about housesitters.

Pekoe: Yeah, he didn't want to leave the house unprotected after what happened to the last house.

Muzha: Thank goodness. After father's incident earlier, I was worried about the state Nezha's house might be in.

Pekoe: We heard. I sent a text to Nezha about it, but he hasn't responded yet. I assume he's busy. In the meantime, I asked the other members of our troop to keep an eye out for trouble.

Pekoe: We're a pretty close group, so they're definitely going to help keep the peace around here.

Muzha: Thank Buddha.

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 243:

Part 242

TW: implications of abuse,

Wukong's tail couldn't stop wagging as he waited at the bus stop's handicap section.

Wukong held a map depicting the routes of each bus. The routes were colored the same as the busses that took them. The bus route map and the sign on the bus stop had the times each bus would arrive where on it.

It was admittedly a bit harder for someone with visual impairments like Wukong to make out, something he would definitely be mentioning to Nezha later. With his glasses, Wukong could more easily understand what the map said, but it still took a bit of extra focus and squinting.

The blue bus was the bus that stopped between the Main District Bus Stations. Wukong, now seated at the Water District Main Station, waited to go to the Metal District to get some vegetables that were more commonly found in the grocery stores there. He brought a small rolling basket to transport the goodies home.

~~~

The blue bus ran very smoothly and the ramp worked well too! Wukong was also surprised by the space in the wheelchair/ stroller section.

Not many people were on the bus, unsurprisingly. This was the first week of the busses being available, after all.

The only other passengers were a mom with a toddler in the built-in car seat, and a turtle-looking gentleman in the handicap spot with a cane.

The intercom system played a recording of a friendly voice announcing their next stop. It was a lovely sound to hear, and very helpful since Wukong wasn't familiar with the streets the bus took.

~~~

Wukong rested at the Metal District Station for a moment to text Nezha that he had arrived safely. He wasn't too used to having a phone, but he had to admit that it did help with communication.

Red Son made an attachment phone holder for his wheelchair that could be adjusted for each of his wheelchairs. Very handy. Those along with other attachments and trinkets could be found in Da-xia's department of Red Son's business.

Nezha responded a few moments later expressing his delight that Wukong had arrived safely and a reminder that Red Son's workplace wasn't too far away from the heart of the Metal District.

Wukong sent a thumbs up as a response.

The Metal District reminded Wukong of San Diego. It was a larger and taller city than the one he and Nezha lived in, but not quite New York/ Megapolis skyscraper big.

Wukong took a bit to get to the grocery store; crossing the street still was a bit intimidating without Nezha there with him.

The store itself was a nice little produce shop, though some of the items were a bit higher up. Wukong had only brought his regular wheelchair since it could connect to the basket and could be hand-propelled.

And just his luck, the cilantro was on one of the upper shelves. The only store employee in sight was helping someone at the register.

Whelp, no use waiting if he could get it himself.

SWK: *detaches the basket and uses it as a crutch to stand* Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow-

River: Woah, Wukong, do you need help there?

SWK: *turns head around* River?!

River: Yeah, it's me. Do you need help? That looks like it's hurting you.

SWK: It is. Just a bit. *deeply exhales in relief as he sits down* You mind getting the cilantro?

River: Sure thing. *points* It's that one, right?

SWK: Yep. What are you doing here, anyway? Looking for some uncommon veggies too?

River: Nah, just stocking up the new fridge. Jing and I moved out a bit towards the edge of town. It's a nice spot.

SWK: Moved? I didn't hear anything from Erlang about that!

River: Yeah, Jing didn't make a big fuss about it, for once. Not many people left to fuss to, though.

SWK: Oh, yeah, guess not... Is he here?

River: Yeah, he's over there. He saw you struggling and told me to go help.

SWK: *waves at Jing*

Jing: *waves back*

SWK: You two doing okay?

River: Yeah! We're starting off fresh in our new home, I think Jing finally caved and started taking therapy seriously. He's going consistently and it's showing! It's not a straightforward improvement, I mean, you know how it is, but yeah. It's been good.

River: I think the whole cutting ties thing was what gave Jing the wake-up call he needed. He's not trying to "self-improve" just to get what he wants anymore. He's actually trying to better himself now.

River: And it's really been improving our relationship. And yes, we're officially together now.

SWK: That's awesome for you two! I'm so happy for you both.

River: How are things going on your end?

SWK: Eh... crazy as usual. I don't think any of the brothers want me to share details about their lives, though. But I will say that I am officially free from D.A.V.E!

River: You are?! *covers their mouth to squeal*

River: Oh my goodness, congratulations!

SWK: Thank you!

River: So you're really getting better? No wait, duh, I mean, you literally stood up just now. Kinda.

SWK: Yeah, I'm still working on recovering. Without proper help, it's still hard to stand up correctly. It can hurt if I don't do it right, but my legs still aren't quite strong enough to fully support myself. The basket's too low and not firm enough to really give me a good boost.

River: Not surprised. What I am surprised about is that you're apparently here alone. Where is everyone?!

SWK: At work, though I do have a phone to call if I need help. I can go places without assistance now thanks to the new busses!

River: Oh yeah, the new busses. We got a notice in the mail about that. And you can just... go? Nezha's okay with it?

SWK: He's my husband, not my owner! He does tell me to let him know where I am so he doesn't worry too much, though. I don't mind. He's still a huge improvement over my past marriages.

River: Yeah... I do have some of his memories, and most of the ones about you? Not pretty. I'm sure you know more than I do... I'm really not him, I swear to you.

SWK: I know. I can tell. You two never truly felt like the same person. Not really.

River: *breathes a sigh of relief* Thank you. I'm really happy to hear that from you.

SWK: Don't think about him too much. He's a dead man, he's gone. It's high time we started living.

River: Thanks, Wukong. I'll try.

SWK: Trying is all any of us are ever doing.

~~~

Nezha: *sets down his lunchbox* So how was shopping?

SWK: It was good! And you'll never guess who I ran into today!

Nezha: *jokingly* Was it Koraidon?

SWK: It was your father.

Nezha: *freezes*

SWK: Don't worry, I only talked to River! And I didn't mention Jinka to them!

Nezha: Okay... What were they doing there?

SWK: Turns out they moved near there! Somewhere on the outskirts of the Metal District. River says it's a nice little spot. They also said that both of them are doing a lot better and Jing is taking therapy more seriously now!

Nezha: Really?

SWK: That's what River said! They said you and your brothers cutting ties with him was the "wake up call" he needed.

Nezha: What all did they say?

SWK: *recounts the entire conversation*

Nezha: Oh... good for him.

SWK: I... I just figured I should let you know. I know that's probably a lot to take in-

Nezha: No, no! It's good that he's improving, great even!

SWK: Nezha...

Nezha: *looks away* *sighs* I know I should be happy for him, I just... pissed.

Nezha: *huffs angrily* ... Why couldn't he change like that for me?

SWK: Oh, Nezha!

Nezha: *breaks down crying* *hugs Wukong* Why didn't he do that for me? When I was there?

SWK: *holds him* I don't know. I'm so sorry, Daffodil. I wish I knew.

SWK: I wish I knew.

Part 244

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 194:

Part 193

TW: mentions of smoking, swearing,

The floor wasn't very comfortable.

Jing supposed it should be that way.

But honestly, how was he to know that announcing the marriage would cause trouble. Wukong was shy to spotlight, why else would they be hesitant to tell all the realms?

Really, they ought to be grateful they didn't have to say it themselves. Nezha was just being a brat as usual-

No, no. That's not the right thought process. Nezha's just protective, yes, protective. Of both himself and his spouse.

Ugh. This carpet is really uncomfortable.

~~~

Jing took another sip of his morning coffee.

Yet another letter on his desk asking for him to resign. Jing had gotten more than a few of those recently.

After every screw up he did?

Maybe he should. He wasn't very good at this anyhow... and it's not like he enjoyed the position either.

Plus, he'd have more time to spend with his Socks: Frankie and River. Jinzha had already been spending more time with them than he had which just wasn't right.

He missed Frankie.

That's it, he wanted to go home.

~~~

Zhang entered Erlang's office and opened the window. This place was going to need a deep cleaning to get the scent of smoke out of it.

~~~

It took a good few hours to sort all of the paperwork and letters out, and- what was this? A letter from Jing? Why write a letter to your only equal in status, one you see daily? Why- oh no.

It's a resignation letter.

Not even 24 hours of taking over for Erlang and Jing's made the worst timed decision possible.

Wait, did no one inform Jing of Erlang's condition and what he decided to do about it? Fuck, no one did!

It really couldn't be blamed on Jing this time... maybe.

~~~

Jing: Good news, River!

River: Is Wukong back?

Jing: No... but it's still good news!

River: Did you somehow manage to fix the problems you caused?

Jing: No...

River: Well, what did you do?

Jing: I resigned from my position as Emperor! Now I won't screw anything else up, and I'll have more time to spend with you and Frankie!

River: YOU WHAT???!!!

~~~

Yao: What do we do what do we dowhat do we dowhat do we dowhatdowedo-

Kang: Just breathe, Yao.

Yao: *sarcastically* Yeah, then I can just get high of second-hand smoke! That'll fix everything!

Zhang: Still, we have to figure out how to do something, anything!

Li: Quick question: do we tell Nezha and Wukong what happened and should we publicly announce it?

Yao: Absolutely not!!!

Kang: I'm with Yao on this one. Today's Wukong's birthday, too. We're not ruining both our sons' honeymoon and our son-in-law's birthday by announcing Jing's latest fuck up.

Zhi: So... what's the game plan?

Zhang: We split up the work between the six of us. We let Nezha in on everything that's happening and if Erlang's not back yet, we'll let him decide what to do.

Yao: I hope Erlang gets out soon.

Kang: You and me both.

Part 195

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 173:

Part 172

TW: mentions of alcohol, alcoholism, bias against polygamy, assault, swears,

Erlang stared at the empty liquor cabinet in anguish. He downed another can of soda.

Zhang sat down beside him and waited for the others to follow. He rubbed Erlang's shoulder to get his attention.

Zhang: Lang-a-lang, what's the matter? Your mind has been going horrible places, we can tell.

Erlang: *sighs* You all know me so well.

Li: Please, love, share your troubles with us!

Yao: You don't usually sit alone in such a state, you usually come to one of us at least! What's so wrong?

Kang: *rubs Erlang's leg* Please. It's not like you to be avoidant and quiet. What's bothering you?

Erlang: I... It's something Jing said that had me thinking lately.

Quo: What did he say?

~~~

Kang: I know I say this a lot, but can we please just stab him?!

Plum Hill Boys: NO!!!

Erlang: That is no way to solve this, but by the gods, I wish it were.

Erlang: What he said also got me thinking. What if he's deliberately delaying approval for the laws to be put in place for us to wed?

Erlang: I've been giving him grace and time thinking that he was busy establishing other laws, which may have been true on some level, but what if that's not the case? If he's deliberately trying to keep us from marrying because he sees us as immoral and unclean?

Yao: *lays down on Erlang's lap* I sure hope that's not the case. You've had enough problems with him already.

Erlang: I know. *puts his head in his hands* And his words have been causing me even more problems.

Erlang: My cravings are getting stronger. If we had even a single shot in our home, I'm certain I would've relapsed by now.

Zhi: *hugs him* We'll help keep you steady and on the right track. We won't let you give in again.

The Plum Hill Boys gathered to comfort Erlang. It had been centuries since they took a vow of sobriety, and they had each other to rely on when staying true to that vow became difficult.

Even still, Erlang couldn't help but feel like it was only a matter of time until he had the worst relapse of his life.

~~~

River: Are you sure about this?

Jing: I don't agree with Erlang on a lot of things, but Nezha was right about this, about me! I hate it, but I really should apologize for my troubles. Sure, I don't agree with the idea of multiple partners, but it'll make Erlang stop being butthurt towards me.

River: I'm not talking about legalizing polygamy, I'm talking about giving someone a bottle of sake as an apology gift.

Jing: It'll be fine. Erlang loves a good bottle of alcohol. He used to bar hop with his brothers and then they'd puke on my lawn just to piss me off. They started doing that soon after Nezha moved in with them.

River: Okay, now I think that's an even worse idea than before.

Jing: I'm sure Erlang would like another fun night with his partners.

River: I know, but alcohol? That sounds like a "forgive me now forget I even fucked up" kind of present.

Jing: ...

River: ?

Jing: Okay, I'll pick something else.

~~~

MK: Dadsy! I'm running out of time! I can't keep stalling, but I want do something more romantic than picnic in the park or boba shop date! How did you propose to Papa?

Pigsy: ... I didn't.

MK: Wait, WHAT???!!!

Pigsy: He proposed to me.

MK: How-wha-why?

Pigsy: He got scared I'd never propose to him, or that I was expecting him to do it, so he proposed to me.

MK: How did he do it?

Pigsy: Got on one knee and started begging, how else?

MK: Okay, but where did he do it?

Pigsy: You're standing in the exact spot he proposed to me on.

MK looked down at the noodle shop tile beneath his feet, as if it somehow changed when he wasn't paying it any attention.

That's when he finally understood.

And got an idea.

MK: *grabs his jacket* I just got a brilliant idea, I'll be back before the dinner rush!

Tang: *walks into the noodle shop* What was that about?

Pigsy: He's trying to figure out how to propose to Red.

Tang: Awww!

Tang: He's not going to be back until after the dinner rush, is he?

Pigsy: I'll be surprised if he's back before closing time.

Part 174

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These are scenes that happened within a week after Part 168. The plot is plotting (probably).

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Flower of a Poisonous Seed Part 209:

Part 208

Jinzha got a text from River about MK and Pigsy. Red Son wasn't hard to find either. Now they just needed to find Mei, Mo, and Sandy and get them back to the Jade Palace.

Nezha was able to slowly help Wukong out of her difficult state. Nothing a bit of privacy, cuddling, and carefully selected sweet words couldn't fix.

Gentle reminders that she was now an adored part of Heaven and that there was no one who could touch her now. That everyone in the Celestial Realm now knew that she was his and he was hers and that wasn't going to change. Ever.

Reminders that she is loved. Not just by Nezha either. Jinzha assured Wukong that he loved her too as a sibling. Kang assured Wukong that Erlang and the Plum Hill Boys loved her long before she took Nezha's hand in marriage.

Reminders that she was a great Empress and she would continue to be great for however long she held the throne. And that this was not a burden she had to bare alone.

~~~

SWK: Maybe if I had acted like the Empress I'm supposed to be, maybe I would have lasted longer.

Nezha: We shouldn't dwell on the what-ifs, let's just focus on what lies ahead. Speaking of, do you want to go to the afterparty? It's more of a banquet, really, but our attendance is really up to you.

SWK: Is the guest list really the same as our wedding guest list?

Nezha: It's smaller, actually! Same list, but with notable absences. Li Jing, Frankie, and River will not be attending. Same with the ex-troop members. In fact, many of my troop members won't be attending because of their status as Imperial soldiers. I wish they could, but security wasn't up to me.

SWK: Aw. I actually like your troop. They were so sweet to me the few times I was with them.

Nezha: I know. They love you too. They are my brothers and you are my wife. They consider you family too.

SWK: Good, I think of them as family too. Any other changes?

Nezha: None that I can recall. There is also the possibility of someone having gotten lost in the chaotic mess out there or unable to attend for other reasons. I really can't predict the exact number of people.

Nezha: Oh! But there will be some wait staff present. I told them to attend to the other guests as much as possible and for only a select few people to approach us directly.

SWK: Okay, good. Then yeah, I think I wanna go.

~~~

It took a good while, but once River and Muzha got into contact, it was easy to get everyone together at Muzha's house.

River: Does anyone need like, I dunno, makeup touch ups or-

Mei: Yes! We need snacks! They didn't have any in the Palace and the convenience store food looked sooooo good!

Mei: Also I stole that guy's breakfast bars.

Muzha: Hey! Those were mine!

~~~

Some of the Peach Maidens asked if they could help "doll up" Wukong for the banquet. They weren't allowed in the Palace during the preparations for the ceremony, so they asked if they could pretty pretty please help her get ready for the party.

Wukong agreed.

SWK: You girls got the dress?

PMs: YES!!!!!!!

SWK: Matching makeup palette too?

PM: You know it, girl!

~~~

SWK: What do you think, Nezha?

Nezha turned his wheelchair around and saw Wukong.

She wore a lotus-themed modest dress with eyeliner and eyeshadow drawn to look like a blooming lotus. Liquid lipstick the shade of blue of the gentle river where lotuses were known to bloom. A style fit for a goddess of the highest standing.

The loud beeping of Nezha's heart monitor was all the response they needed.

Nezha brushed off his worried attendants only so he could spend a few more moments staring at his lovely lady wife.

SWK: Everyone will know I'm yours if they didn't already.

Nezha: Damn right they will.

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TW: mentions of death, suicide, abuse,

Nezha cried into Wukong's chest before he was even awake enough to remember why.

He just felt a hole in his heart and clung to the nearest part of his heart he still had left.

Nezha stayed crying in bed while Wukong heated up a meal Nezha had prepared the night before knowing the state he'd be in the next morning. He'd prepped all of the day's meals and kept snacks within reach at all times.

Wukong stayed by his side all day between getting meals.

And the phone call.

SWK: *answering Nezha's phone* Hello?

Muzha: *from over the phone* Wukong? Where's my brother?

SWK: Good morning to you too, Muzha.

Muzha: Sorry, hi, I was wondering why Nezha wasn't at our father's house. Today was intended to be a family day.

SWK: And a family day it will be, but Nezha decided that he wants to stay home with me. He and Jing are still having a rough patch and he doesn't want to be around him.

Muzha: Again? What did Father say this time?

SWK: That he's a huge brat and deserved every punishment Jing ever gave him... and more.

Muzha: ...

Muzha: Yeah, that'll do it.

SWK: So yeah, we're not coming over, but don't worry about him. I'm here to help him through his grief.

Muzha: He still grieves Mother?

SWK: Yeah, he's a mama's boy at heart. Plus it's not like Jing ever really gave him the time of day growing up so she was all he had. At least until Erlang came along, but that was centuries later.

Muzha: ... It seems there is much I don't know or at least never considered about my younger brother.

SWK: Nezha's just as complex a person as you and everyone else in our family.

Muzha: I trust that as his spouse, you of all people would know that best.

SWK: I do. So would you kindly tell Jing that we will not be coming over and that if he has any questions, he can take them up with me.

Muzha: Will do. Let my brother know I send him my comforts, as does Jinzha.

SWK: I will. *hangs up*

~~~

Jing called Nezha's phone less than an hour later. Before Wukong could answer it, Nezha looked to see who was calling and angrily chucked it across the room and pulled Wukong back into his embrace.

Nezha: *teary-eyed and huffy* We are not answering to that *mutters insults into the blanket*

SWK: If you say so.

The phone would ring every few minutes with the times between stretching longer and longer as time passed. Eventually, the ringing stopped.

~~~

As irritated as Jing was with Nezha's behavior, he really couldn't blame him. He had done nothing to make amends with his third son and probably shouldn't have attempted to ask him to act like nothing happened just to be together on an already difficult day.

River had a conversation with Jing earlier, doing his best to comfort him in his grief. Jing held River as long as he could, savoring their comforting hugs. But River couldn't stay forever.

It was the first time River let themselves switch with Frankie in Jing's arms.

Jing adjusted his grip to properly hold Frankie as he cooed at the baby. Frankie laid his head on Jing's shoulder and gnawed on his shirt collar.

Jing: *in his baby-talk voice* You put everything in your mouth these days! Are you teething, my baby?

Fran: *continues sucking on his shirt*

Jinzha: Could Frankie have become a demon baby somehow?

Jing: I don't know, is that even possible?

Muzha: Yes. Yes, it is. It's happened to most if not all of Guanyin's pets.

Jinzha: *laughs* Do you still have a grudge against that goldfish?

Muzha: It's not nearly as funny as you think it is.

Jing: *baby-talking to Frankie* Well, if we do have a demon baby on our hands, I'd better do some research on that. I know about human babies but not demon babies.

Jinzha: You say that as if Nezha didn't throw you for a loop!

Jing: Okay, Nezha was always more celestial than human and we all know that. You two were normal babies and I handled you just fine.

Muzha: Mm-hmm...

~~~

After giving Nezha a bath, Wukong brought him to the altars set up in the backyard. He helped Nezha light the incense and prepare the offerings of food and flowers.

Nezha spent a few moments crying and praying for his mother. Wukong held onto his back as he did so.

Nezha: *voice hoarse from crying* Wukong?

SWK: Yes, my Daffodil?

Nezha: *sobbing* I want my mom. I want my momma to be here. I wish she could've met you. I wish she could've walked me down the aisle on our wedding day.

SWK: I'm so sorry Nezha. *holds him tighter* I'm so sorry.

Nezha: Gods, what have I done?

SWK: What was that?

Nezha: The last time we both hugged I... the next day I... oh, I put her through so much. Maybe my father was right about the punishments he gave me-

SWK: No, he was not!

SWK: *starts tearing up* As a mother... who lost their child to a self-sacrificial suicide...

SWK: Your mother would not agree!!!

SWK: *crying* Don't you dare even suggest that! It would break her heart even more to know you think you deserved it!

SWK: You didn't! And you never will!

SWK: THERE IS NO EXCUSE FOR ABUSE!!!

Nezha: *crying for different reasons now*

Nezha: My love?

SWK: *sobbing* There is no excuse. There is nothing you did to deserve it and there never will be. I'm telling you that as much... *voice breaking* as I am myself.

Nezha: *pulls Wukong in to a hug*

SWK: *cries in his husband's arms*

~~~

Jing helped Frankie pick out flowers and place them on Lady Yin's altar. Jinzha gave Frankie a mini-lesson on parts of an altar and what they were for.

Muzha grumbled to himself about how they didn't need any more babies in the family. Jing ignored him and made sure Frankie couldn't hear his words.

Jing: Aw! Baby's first offerings! *baby-talking* Good job Frankie!

Jinzha: *baby-talking* Yay, Frankie!

Muzha: *deadpan* Woohoo. Go Frankie.

Jing: *elbows him* Be nice to your little brother.

Muzha: I'm not sure what that thing you're holding is, but it sure isn't my brother!

Jing: Muzha!

Muzha: I have a younger brother. One who isn't here right now because you can't be a decent parent to save your life!

Muzha: There! I said it!

Jing: *insulted* I can be a decent parent!

Muzha: Then do it you-

Jinzha: *covers Muzha's mouth before he could finish his sentence*

Jinzha: I think what Muzha is trying to explain is that you tend to pay us uneven amounts of attention and that he wishes you'd mend your relationships with him and Nezha before you fully delve into the responsibility of another child.

Muzha: *muffled by Jinzha's hand* Especially one you didn't make!

Jing: Don't worry about that, Muzha. You'll have your turn in the spotlight. But you need to remember that I have responsibilities too, you know.

Muzha: *smacks Jinzha's hand away* THAT'S NOT AN EXCUSE!!!

Fran: *starts crying*

Jing: Oh! Shh-shh-shh, shh-shh-shh. Baby Sock, it's okay. *starts patting Frankie's back and walks away with him*

Muzha: Don't you think for a second that this is over!!!

Jing: We'll have this conversation when Frankie's down for a nap! *slams door behind him*

Jinzha: Well... that-

Muzha: Don't. Even.

Jinzha: Okay.

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So... I'm the eldest of six kids... yeah...

Also, could some explain why Nezha is a god of filial piety when half of his backstory involves having severe issues with his father and nearly killing him for it?

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Nezha was still sitting on his bed, suitcase in his lap, waiting for the command to load all of the luggage onto the transport.

Firehose turned on his flashlight and pointed it at Nezha, whose pupils dilated in an inhuman fashion as a result.

FH: Uh... okay... two questions...

Nezha: Please stop pointing your flashlight at me.

FH: *points his flashlight at the ceiling*

Nezha: Thank you.

FH: *slightly scared of Nezha* One, why are you awake-

Nezha: We get to go home today!

FH: Checks out. Two, why did your eyes do that? Are you okay?

Nezha: Yeah, when my body was being constructed, some parts of a snake were used as ingredients. I don't know what parts were used or for what. Sometimes my body can show bits of snake-like features in certain circumstances.

FH: Are you... part... y'know?... Demon?

Nezha: No, just regular snake. Yellow-lipped sea krait if I remember correctly.

FH: Oh! Not gonna lie dude, you looked terrifying with snake eyes at *checks clock* three in the morning.

FH: Man, go to sleep.

Nezha: Can't.

FH: Why?

Nezha: Miss my husband.

FH: Ugh... It's too early for this. *lies back down*

~~~

Nezha woke up to Xiaotian Quan licking his face. He didn't know when, but he must've fallen asleep with his head and arms flopped over his suitcase.

Erlang: Good morning, sleepyhead! It's time to load up!

Nezha: Shoot, already?! What time is it?

Erlang: Almost 7. You haven't missed much. Some people are still getting their stuff in their suitcases.

Nezha: *yawns* Okay, I'll put my stuff on the transport.

Erlang: Don't forget to take your meds and pick them up from the med bay!

Nezha: Almost forgot, thanks Baba!

Erlang: *makes a scared face*

Nezha: What? What is it?

Jing: *standing on the other side of the wall* *looks daunted yet unsurprised*

Erlang: *looks back at Nezha* Uh, it's nothing, kid! Just get your stuff together and bring it on out.

Nezha: I'm already packed and ready, so I'll take my luggage out now. *walks towards the door*

Erlang: *motions for Jing to leave quickly behind his back*

Nezha: *notices the motion and speeds to look at who he's motioning to*

Nezha: FATHER????!!!!

Jing: Uh... good morning?

Nezha: *realizes what he said* Oh... no...

Jing: Um... we'll talk later. *walks away*

Nezha: Fuck.

Erlang: *puts a hand on Nezha's shoulder*

The soldiers that overheard the whole thing: *hisses in a breath* oof.

~~~

Nezha grabbed the medications and packed them in his backpack. Policies changed after the death of Zitan Yu, AKA Red Slippers. Medications could no longer be kept in the dorms and now had to be kept and distributed by the medical staff.

Before he left, he gave the staff a note thanking them for their services throughout the month. He had not always been the best patient, he was however, a rather frequent one.

Nezha left the medical bay, backpack slung over his shoulder, and saw Li Jing standing a few feet from the door.

Nezha: Father? If this is about-

Jing: Yes, and... it's okay for you to call him that. I was just... surprised you did. And so casually too.

Nezha: *skates closer to him* Father, if you think that diminishes your parentage of me in any way-

Jing: *holds up a hand to stop him* I know the truth, Nezha.

Jing: I know that I was not a good father, heck, you even had to be taken from me! And Erlang Shen was there to be the father that I wish I had been back then but wasn't.

Jing: He deserves the title more than I do. It would be foolish of me to think otherwise.

Nezha: I... I'm sorry, Father.

Jing: *puts a hand on his shoulder* Don't be. If I can share the title of "Jade Emperor, Ruler of The Heavens and All the Realms Below" with Erlang then I can share the title of "Nezha's parent" with him too. No matter how hard it will be.

Jing: *laughs* *jokingly* If we can co-rule Heaven how hard can co-parenting be?

Nezha: *laughs* I don't know.

Jing: I guess we'll have to find out!

Nezha & Jing: *hugs*

~~~

Jinzha helped River pack their things into the suitcases. Jinzha bought extra suitcases for River to transport all of their new outfits and hair products. He'd even bought a suitcase for Frankie's new toys. He had to admit, he was going to miss pampering the two of them.

River was "helping" via lying facedown on a fully packed suitcase.

Jinzha: Still worried about what Father will say?

River: *muffled yelling into the suitcase*

Jinzha: *rubs their back* I'm sure it won't be as bad as you think it will be.

River: I wish July could last a little longer. I'm not ready for it to be over.

~~~

SWK: WHY CAN'T JULY BE OVER FASTER???!!!

PIF: Doing laps in your new wheelchair won't make your husband come home faster. Neither will staring out the window.

SWK: *rocking back and forth in his chair* WHERE???? IS???? NEZHIE???!!!!

RS: *running up to Wukong* UNCLE!!!!! I GOT A TEXT FROM NEZHA!!!!!

SWK: WHAT??? WHAT DOES IT SAY????

PIF: Hush! Indoor voices, you two!

RS & SWK: Sorry.

RS: It says, "Getting lunch then we'll be on the road! Tell Wukong I miss him and that I'll be home soon."

SWK: He hasn't even left yet???

RS: Afraid not. But he will.

~~~

One would think that soldiers would be more organized getting on a transport vehicle but Nezha's platoon and many others in the Celestial Army devolved into a bus full of young children whenever they were traveling.

Lots of accidental shoving and loud disagreements over who was sitting with who and where. Nezha was just glad he managed to snag a seat and didn't have to sit on the floor like last year.

Yi Min, of course, didn't mind sitting on the floor with his boyfriends.

Yi Min: Are you sure you don't wanna sit on the floor too?

Nezha: *smiles* As fun as you make it look, it's better for me to have a seat.

Pekoe: Let us know if you need anything.

Nezha: Of course, my friend.

~~~

All the seats faced inwards on the transport, giving the 200-odd passengers barely enough space to fit on. This wasn't the only transport either.

The soldiers each had their own methods of staying entertained. Some played hand games from their childhoods, while others told stories to buddies sitting close by.

The funnest bit was when someone not from Nezha's platoon, who he thought his nickname was Echo, started singing an old military working song and everyone else joined in. He was very grateful for Wukong's singing lessons. Most fun Nezha had all month.

Everyone clapped along with the song and even did a few other songs before their voices grew tired. After that, many slept, using each other's shoulders as pillows.

There was no room to spread out. The soldiers on the floor had to hug their legs to their chests just to fit everyone. Nezha leaned on the soldier to his left. He didn't see who it was but everyone was kinda used to laying on each other during long trips anyhow. The left soldier adjusted his shoulders into a more comfortable position, trying not to disturb Nezha.

As much as Nezha missed his family back home, it was good to know he brought some family with him on the job.

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"🎶Oh, Frankie!🎶 I got you some things!"

River was standing in the kitchen next to the open fridge door shoveling a bowl of noodles into his face when Jing came in the door. A pause of awkwardness fell over them for a moment.

Jing: Oh, River... Hi.

River: *mouth full of noodles* Hey, Jing.

Jing: I just bought a few new toys for Frankie. Mostly baby toys. Jinzha filled you in on Frankie's recent development, right?

River: *slurps up noodles* Uh... nah.

Jing: Oh, well... Frankie seems to be trying to figure out how to move your shared body as you do. He even managed to call me "Mama"!

River: *chews and swallows* Oh, did he?! That's amazing! I didn’t know he could do that! He's not really able to 'talk' per se in our shared dreams and that weird meditation talk thing we do.

Jing: But I thought you said you could communicate with him?

River: I can, but it's more of me understanding his kitty noises than actually talking.

Jing: Oh. Neat.

River: He did tell me that you've been treating him more like an actual celestial baby rather than a cat.

Jing: Yeah... is he okay with that? He never seemed to dislike it when I did but he hasn't figured out how to say no yet.

River: Oh, he loves it! Frankie adores every little bit of affection you give him. At least, after I explained everything that happened he did. It was all very confusing for him.

Jing: Yeah. He's so little, I'm sure most of our adult problems don't make any sense to him.

River: Speaking of, did you figure out how old I actually am, or when my birthday is?

Jing: Oh, yes! Yes, I did. I'll get the papers.

~~~

Jing and River sat down on the couch and looked over the documents.

River: I'm an April baby?

Jing: Yep April 21st, but you and Frankie have two separate birthdays, surprisingly!

River: Makes sense. A while back, I could kinda... feel him still being in the womb and feel it when he was being born...

Jing: Okay... didn't know you could do that...

River: Yeah, I think it's weird too. Anyways, when's Frankie's birthday, like, officially? And how old are we?

Jing: Oh, well, Frankie's birthday is on February 22nd. Sweet baby's not even a year old yet!

River: Aww! Hope you don't mind having a little baby again after the last one finally flew the coup.

Jing: On the contrary! I... I guess I've had the slightest bit of empty nest syndrome. I don't know how Wukong managed it all these centuries!

River: Well... he has other problems to deal with.

Jing: True. But back to what we were talking about. Apparently I don't just have an infant in my nest but a teenager as well!

River: I'm a teenager?!

Jing: Chronologically, yes. Mentally? Probably not. You spent so long acting as an adult, it wouldn't be a surprise if you felt as though you were older than that. You're 14 according to the records.

River: Yeah, I feel older than 14. I... I am not younger than Bai He. She's my baby girl. I am not younger than my kitten.

Jing: Fair enough. I'm sure she would agree.

Jing: Has she had her first day of college yet? Have you heard from her at all?

River: Yeah, she started classes. She's been liking it so far! I'm very happy for her.

Jing: Good. I hope she studies well.

~~~

Frankie looked at his room to see some new toys laid out across the floor.

Frankie: Ma!

*five seconds of silence pass*

Frankie: MA!!!

*two seconds later*

Frankie: MAMAAAAAAA!!!!!

Jing: *from the other room* I'm coming, I'm coming baby! *enters Frankie's room*

Jing: *in a baby-talk voice* Hi, Frankie! Hi, sweetheart! How do you like your new toys?

Frankie: A! A! *raises his arms at Jing*

Jing: Up? Do you want me to pick you up?

Frankie: *excitedly* A!

Jing: Okay! *picks up Frankie*

Frankie: *curls up to Jing's chest* *starts purring*

Jing: Awww. *lays his head on Frankie* I love you too. *starts swaying* Sweet baby. My baby Sock. You just wanted your Mama, huh? *kisses Frankie's head*

Frankie: *happy meowing*

~~~

After a few minutes of swaying and cuddling, Jing gave Frankie his bottle of warm milk and then grabbed a squishy plastic block for him to play with.

Jing carefully placed the block in Frankie's hand and curled Frankie's fingers around it.

Jing: See? This is how you hold it!

Frankie: A? *moves his wrist around, not letting go of the block*

Jing: It'll take some practice, and that's okay! Take your time.

Jing: *grabs another block, squeezing it repeatedly*

Block: *makes squeaking noises as Jing squeezes it*

Frankie: *stares at the block wide-eyed* *drops his own block*

Jing: Yeah, do you like it? *squeaks the block again*

Frankie: *screams with excitement*

Jing: Oh! Okay!

Jinzha: *bursts in the door* RIVER WHAT- *sees Frankie in Jing's lap screaming at the block* What happened here?

Jing: Childlike wonder, I'm assuming!

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