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Nie MingJue, the unintentional kidnapper

Or that time A-Yuan almost got adopted into the Nie Sect

Nie MingJue is starting to get slightly uncomfortable. Sure, it has been decades since HuaiSang was a toddler (two decades, to be more specific), but surely toddlers need to blink more? The child is looking at him like he is the most mesmerising vision it has ever seen in its entire 4 years on earth.

He tries to glance through the door without being too intruding. He understands there is a touching reunion happening somewhere inside, and God knows he doesn't want to interrupt the Jiangs screaming and crying and hitting and hugging their wayward prodigal demonic cultivator, but surely someone else can take the child? Is it not a cousin of the Ghost General and her terrifying sister? Now he thinks about it, he is not so sure they are very fit guardians if they are willing to abandon their charge to any random cultivator. And the worst part is A-Yao, the person best suited to deal with this situation, has left with them, presumably trying to find a quieter resting place for the Wen remnants away from the chaos that is the 100 days celebration of the newest Jin baby.

He flinches when a soft finger cautiously pokes his cheek. The child grins guilelessly at him and says, "Pretty gege!"

Nie MingJue blushes to the root of braids. That's it! This child is obviously surrounded by unreliable people who would teach him utter nonsense or dump him in the middle of enemy territories, so as a responsible adult, it is his solemn duty to adopt the child (a boy? It is dressed as one, but who knows with Wei Wuxian?) and take it to Qinghe. He stands up with the child under one armpit, the child seemingly unbothered by being dangled like a sack of potatoes.

"He's mine!"

Lan Xichen's baby brother looks just as angry as he did on the day they first met, when he ended up biting HuaiSang. Except now he is almost as tall as MingJue, and he has already put the tip of his finger on his sword.

Rude!

Nie MingJue, a sect leader and the chief cultivator, is an older brother first and foremost. How can he resist ruffling Lan Er-Gongji's already ruffled feathers even more?

"I didn't know Wangji had a child."

Wangji bristles even further, reminding him of the time he accidentally stepped on Second Mother's cat's tail.

The child waves at him from his precarious position, "Rich Gege!"

Does Wangji's eyes soften a little? Nie MingJue can swear he saw a crack of smile in his lips. Surely, he is just hallucinating. The child chirps out again, "Pretty Gege!" pointing at MingJue. The room temperature plummets several degrees.

"GIVE HIM TO ME!"

If Wangji doesn't want to take over from Lan Laoshi, he can easily earn his living teaching enunciation to rich masters. Nue MingJue heard every syllable distinctly, including the single exclamation mark at the end. Is he serious?

Nie MingJue stares at him. He has heard rumours. The light bearing lord! The war has done awful things to the cultivators. Once kind, just men have been reduced to butchers with enough trauma to last a few lifetimes, but surely it hasn't changed the upright young man in front of him to such an extent that he was willing to...

He moves the child from underneath his arm and settles him down on the ground behind him.

"Look here, Wangji, he is just a child..."

He gets interrupted again by the same clear, obstinate tone.

"Give him to me! Now!"

Has Wangji lost it? Does he want to kill a child, practically a baby, to avenge his father and his sect? Does he really think he can get away with killing the adopted child of Wei Wuxian when Wei Wuxian himself was just a few doors away? Not to mention the Ghost General and the Jiang sect leader in the vicinity?

You can probably cut the tension with a blunt sabre. That's the first thing Lan Xichen notices when he walks in, the second thing being his brother and his best friend locked in a staring contest. Wangji looks like he is ready to start a fight, and Da-Ge has that little mocking smile, which means he is happy to indulge. Behind him, little A-Yuan is studiously examining the pattern on the carpet.

Wangji breaks the stare first. He turns to his big brother and says, almost petulantly,

"He's not giving A-Yuan back!"

Lan Xichen smiles and shakes a deprecating finger at MingJue in mock sensor,

"Now, now, what do you mean by not handing over my nephew to my brother? Da-ge! If you indeed want a child,..."

Wait a second! The jibe about the child being Wangji's, that was purely a taunt. Is it true? Did Wangji really have a child? A 4 years old? But, he begs your biggest pardon, Wangji is a child himself! How can he have a child? When? With whom?

Having his sympathetic brother on his side seems to encourage Wangji to speak further.

"A-Yuan called him pretty!"

If only people could see their Light bearing Lord pouting! Xichen tuts.

"For shame, Da-Ge!"

But before Nie MingJue can demand explanation, A-Yuan decides he has had enough of the carpet and stands up, then walks over to Lan Wangji in a brisk, businesslike manner, who bends down to pick him up without breaking eye contact with Nie MingJue and pointedly kisses the child's forehead.

Nie MingJue is pretty sure he is having a Qi deviation right now. Ah well, there are worse ways to go, he supposes.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #mdzs crack #pure crack #nie mingjue #lan wangji #a yuan #wen yuan #lan xichen #Just imagine Wei Wuxian brought the whole burial mound to the Carp Tower for Jin Ling's 100 days celebration #of course he and the Jiang siblings have a lot to catch up on #and Jin ZiXuan needs to hold the baby while patting Jiang Yanli on the back #And Jin GuangYao needs to somehow accommodate few extra dozen of people! Managerial nightmare!!#Wait! Nie MingJue is just sitting there! Let him mind the toddler for a while!#Lan Wangji believes his precious son almost got kidnapped by the chief cultivator

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mostlikelytofangirl · 2 years

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Ok but can you do a fic with like baby trapped au done by jiang cheng to jin guangyao

Hi there! Sorry this took so long ^^;. I'm literally at the other side of the world on vacations, but I figured I should reply to this already, especially after having been hit by inspiration.

Idk if this is what you had in mind, but I could only think of modern AU since I failed to come up with a canonverse way in which JL could ever be under the full care of the Jiang sect :P

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Jiang Cheng had no idea who was that guy trying to fool. He would admit to not being the most observant individual and that only made the situation all the more infuriating: Jiang Cheng noticing it all so blatantly and Jin Guangyao still shamelessly denying it.

“I have no idea what you are talking about, Wanyin.”

The Wanyin in question frowned in his best unimpressed face, hoping he didn’t have to spell out how little he believed the guy standing in front of him in his designer suit and shades, all perfectly professional like it was a business meeting and not a casual conversation at Jiang Cheng’s porch.

If they could even call dropping their currently sleeping shared nephew at Jiang Cheng’s place after a legal battle ‘casual’, that is.

“You can wear all the Gucci you want and that still won’t cover the bruises, Guangyao.”

Jiang Cheng rolled his sleeves up and crossed his arms. He was pleased to see Guangyao’s hand flinch towards his own sleeve, realizing too late that his tailored shirt wasn’t covering his wrists enough.

“Accidents happen, Wanyin,” replied Guangyao, shrugging and placing his shades on top of his head. “Forgive my bluntness, but this is hardly your business.”

That only made Jiang Cheng furrow his brow deeper. Yes, maybe it wasn’t his place to say a thing about what clearly was happening between Guangyao and his father and step-mother, but it just didn’t sit well with him, not saying a thing.

“We have been handling this issue together for a while, sorry if I show some concern,” Jiang Cheng rebuked, not sorry at all. “The Jin household is not a safe place and—”

“And that’s why I helped you get full custody of A-Ling, didn’t I? Which is a secret you swore to take to the grave with you.”

The urgency in Guangyao’s voice was only adding to the pile of clues he was unknowingly giving Jiang Cheng about his own situation at the Jin residence. Or maybe he was trying to get Jiang Cheng to do something about it? He couldn’t put it past Guangyao to be too much of a proud bastard to directly ask for help. That was something Jiang Cheng could respect, truth to be told, as much as such mind games were a pain in the ass.

“I will, don’t worry, no one will know.”

“Good. It wasn’t an easy case, I’d hate for all the hard work to be wasted just because you can’t keep your mouth shut.”

“You know, it would have made the case easier if you had just declared the mistreat—”

“It’s all done now, Wanyin, we accomplished our goal.” Guangyao looked away, putting his shades back in place as he got ready to leave. “I’ll have the rest of A-Ling’s things ready in a couple days, tops; father and Mrs. Jin are very sore losers and I wouldn’t be surprised if they offered resistance, so it would probably help if you applied pressure, calling frequently and threatening to get the police involved for failure to comply with a court ruling.”

“I’ll pick the bags up myself.”

Guangyao nodded, and just as he leaned down to pick up the bag that had contained Jin Ling's basic things, Jiang Cheng managed to catch another fading bruise on his nape.

“Come on, man, seriously?!”

The shades went up again, showing Guangyao’s confused expression, blinking at Jiang Cheng with something way too close to indignation, waiting for the other to explain himself.

“What—?”

“You neck, goddamnit! You gonna tell me that that one was an accident, too?”

Jiang Cheng considered it a victory that Guangyao’s hand automatically moved to the spot in his neck without having to be pointed out. With a sigh, Jiang Cheng rubbed the bridge of his nose.

“Can you at least not act like I’m too dumb to notice?”

“I’m not doing such a thing, Wan—”

“You are doing it right…!” He took a deep breath. “Listen, we’ve gone through our fair share of shit together.”

“So what, we are friends now?”

“Aren’t we?”

Guangyao’s fierce gaze didn’t soften after the question, but he closed his mouth, pursing his lips as he breathed in and out, recovering his infamous composure. He hadn’t downright denied it and Jiang Cheng wasn’t very sure why he was relieved about that. They had spent months plotting in secret how to get Jin Ling away of the clutches of his grandparents, both agreeing that Jin Guangshan and his wife were the furthest cry from good role models for the three-years old; and knowing fully well that there wasn’t a place far enough that Guangyao could run to where his father wouldn’t find him if his involvement was ever discovered. It had been a brave thing that Jiang Cheng hadn’t expected from a Jin, much less the peacock’s uptight little half-brother; a selfless act, too, since Jiang Cheng having full custody meant Jin Ling would no longer be living in the same place as Guangyao.

The man’s dedication to their little nephew was something that took Jiang Cheng by surprise, and he couldn’t deny that it gave the guy a lot of points in his book. He had been an unsuspectedly nice co-conspirator, as well: he was smart, with a mean steak and a sharp tongue that made Jiang Cheng laugh like he didn’t imagine he would after a-jie’s death. It also made him more confident about that brash side of himself that Wei Wuxian always said scared people away.

Jin Guangyao was someone Jiang Cheng could be as openly assholish (to others) as he wanted, and he honestly appreciated that he could be that for the other man, too, if the way his customer service persona slipped when they were alone was anything to go by.

Which was why it was so fucking frustrating that Guangyao was hell bent in denying that he was being physically abused! Hadn’t Jiang Cheng proved himself already?! Wei Wuxian was abroad and Guangyao’s other half-siblings had been clever enough to not get too involved with their father, Jin Ling was the only family they both had left, why couldn’t they…

Why couldn’t they.

“I appreciate your help with this issue, Wanyin, but I’m afraid there are no more miracles you can work.” Guangyao said in a tone that sounded awfully similar to defeat, offering a shy little smile as he tentatively took a step back. “Do let me know if there is anything I can do for you and A-Ling from now on…”

“Stay.”

Jiang Cheng acted before he could either talk himself out of it or think it through; he simply reached out and grabbed Guangyao’s wrist, carefully.

“What?”

“Stay.”

He fixed Guangyao with an intense gaze, trying to convey how much he meant it. However, it was plain to see that Guangyao wasn’t convinced, he just stared back at him in disbelief, almost like Jiang Cheng had grown another head.

“The hell are you talking about, Wanyin?”

He was fucking talking about giving Guangyao a place where he wouldn’t have to hide bruises, damnit! But that stubborn son of a bitch was not going to relent in his denial and Jiang Cheng only had one more weapon in his arsenal.

“I’m a single dude that has never looked after a toddler all fucking day long, man. At least you have lived with the kid.”

“... You want me to help you care for A-Ling?”

“Yes. You know your shit around kids, from what I heard.”

“From where did you—?”

“A-jie.”

Guangyao averted his gaze at last. He had loved A-jie almost as much as Jiang Cheng himself, she had always been the nicest towards him and that apparently was a change in the guy’s life.

“Well, I do know that you don’t curse anywhere near them, Wanyin.”

There was a hint of a smile there, and Jiang Cheng felt his own lips curling upwards.

“See? I could use some help.”

When Guangyao made eye contact again, he did so barely peeking through his ridiculously long eyelashes.

“Are you sure you want this?”

“Hey, I wouldn’t be asking if I wasn’t sure.”

Guangyao’s hand moved to his shoulder, rubbing it in a gesture that could easily pass as nervousness and hesitation, but Jiang Cheng was already sure that he was going to find another nasty purple-green marking there.

“Alright,” Guangyao eventually relented, taking a deep breath as if mustering his conviction. “I will have A-Ling’s and… my things ready in a couple days.”

“I’ll pick you up, then.”

Jiang Cheng let go of him once he saw an actual smile on the guy’s face, shades on again and picking up the empty bag.

“I guess I’ll see you soon, then,” Guangyao was saying as he made his way to his car. “The things I do for this child, honestly.”

“That brat, forcing our hands like this,” replied Jiang Cheng, watching him go with his back leaning on the doorframe.

“This is just for A-Ling.”

“Just for Jin Ling.”

Guangyao went inside his tacky golden car and started the engine, but just before he drove off, he looked at Jiang Cheng one more time, smiled again, got another smile in return, and mouthed a ‘thank you’.

#replies #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #jiang cheng #jin guangyao #chengyao #baby trapping #kinda sorta #I MEAN #I could have gone the legit literal way #(and maybe some day I will lol)#but I had this idea popping up in my head and I thought it was cute #hope you like it anon #thanks for the nice suprise prompt #(now I better go to sleep man. I'm drunk and it's almost 2:30 am)#me is writing #this was a prompt

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