JFM sat crosslegged at the Lotus Throne for 3 days, tearing up every time JC came for a nap, commissioned 3 painters to immortalize the event, until finally JC moved his nest.
JFM, as JC toddled away with a bunch of nest material in his arms, followed by indulging WWX & JYL: My baby is growing up and is leaving his nest πππ€§π€§
YZY, had found JC rummaging thru her closet just this morning: he's just moving to a more /comfy/ place π€
One day, liddol JC toddled toddled to the Lotus Throne Room.
It was not unusual. After all, Jiang-zongzhu was knowns to be a (too) indulgent father. So even though it was in the middle of a sect meeting, the council and elites paid no mind to the little chubby gongzi who
walked back and forth between the snack tables at the center of the room, and JFM too, simply kissed his baby's cheeks whenever the boy climbed up his lap, while keeping his attention to the discussion.
It was Wei Changze, the second-in-command, who noticed first.
"Fengmian, are those ... Sashes?"
JFM looked down. Indeed, on his lap were sashes and shawls, with a couple of ...napkins? Strewn about.
JC toddled in again, carrying a bunch of garments, so much that he couldn't see where he was going and almost tripped on a snack table.
As if on cue, everyone on the front row pulled the tables to the side, giving their liddol gongzi a clear way.
They watched with bated breaths as JC climbed to JFM's lap and started to arrange the garments, folding and unfolding things, tittering unhappily as the garments
kept sliding down the throne.
"Zongzhu, cross your legs! Cross your legs!" Elder Zhu whispered urgently, gesturing at JFM.
Immediately, JFM followed the suggestion, creating a sturdy frame around JC.
JC exclaimed happily, and began to cover the legs with the colorful fabrics.
"Oh, my goodness," Councilman Ming whispered, voice trembled with emotion, "I think ... I think our xiao gongzi is nesting!"
At the training field, YZY was training the disciples with iron fists.
"Keep your stance, plant your feet on the ground, keep it steady? You! Arm straight to the front!"
A young disciple barrelled toward her, almost ran face first to her glorious hip if not for spider Yinzhu's
sword stopping him.
"Shiniang!" The young disciple wheezed, as Yinzhu gave him a stink eye.
"What's the ruckus? State your business at once!" YZY snapped.
"It's...It's Xiao-gongzi. Xiao-gongzi is nesting!"
A disciple wobbled from his stance and fell over,but YZY paid no heed.
YZY walked briskly (running elegantly) toward the throne room.
She met JYL, who ran with her robes up her knees and carrying a ladle drenched with broth; and CSSR, who carried WY, both of them drenched with mud (the frog in WY's clutch explained it).
"A-Niang! Is it true?"
"Let's see and find out."
They entered the room.
It was crowded. The council and elders (lucky bstard who've been there and claimed the best spots) were crowding around the lotus throne.
Three painters, due to their profession, were seated at the VIP spot right in front of
the throne, busy capturing the moment.
Disciples were filling the upper rows of the room, maybe even on the roof.
JFM sat crosslegged, frozen, afraid that a slightest shift would interfere with JC's creative moment. WZC was tasked to wipe his sweat and gave him drinks.
And at the center of it all was JC, their precious Xiao Gongzi Chengcheng of Yunmeng Jiang, fretting about his nest. Checking the softness of a garment to his cheek, matching the colors and size, before carefully placing it.
All the while humming a small happy song.
Spider Jinzhu discreetly slipped her madam a silken handkerchief, before she, too, turned around and wiped her eyes.
Oh, what a day to be alive!
They watched, enraptured, as JC continued with his greatest artwork yet. Even the frog in WY's been chasing all morning stayed silent, now sitting on top of the boy's head for a better view.
And then, too soon, JC straightened up. Hands on his hips, huffing a small satistified
huff, wiping a metaphorical sweat off his temple, and then--
--and then he began NUZZLING into his new nest, rolling around like a kitty cat on a comfy pillow.
He yawned a small yawn, and then curled up, closing his eyes.
Soon enough, he fell asleep. Nest-making is a hard work
and he deserved this well-deserved nap!
He purred loudly as he sleep.
JFM almost lost it. He heaved huge sobs, clenching WCZ's hand for support, "Changze, he's purring, he's pURRING ππππ€§π€§"
WCZ had to stuff his sect leader's mouth his an unused napkin before the man bAWLED and startled JC awake.
(WCZ bit his own hand to stop sobbing himself)
Everyone evacuated the room to bawl outside (some disciples needed to stomp the ground screaming "fck too cute too cute tOO CUTE!" and punched walls to get their bearings).
Madam Yu went to her private garden and zapped everything with Zidian while sCREAMING about JC's cuteness.
JYL went back to the kitchen and cooked 3 giant cauldrons of soup the let out all the energies she got from the event.
WY and the frog became best friends and they were discussing about WY's future as JC's alpha π πΆ
It was a glorious historic day at Lianhua Wu.
EPILOGUE
The celebration of Jiang-gongzi's first nesting was held the next day.
It was a festive occasion, with all sects great and small attended, bringing gifts and their alpha children to show.
JC preened under all the attention, sitting shyly on his father's lap as everyone singing praises over his first nest.
JFM thanked all the gods that his baby nested on his lap, so he could gLARE at the alpha brats who had the balls to stare at his baby a little too long.
Well, of course his baby is the cutest, moreso with the beatific robes with huge ribbon they commissioned, but great goodness! Do these brats not have manners??
On the corner, liddol WY was busy snarling and growling at other liddol alphas, most of them bigger and older than him, but he was not afraid! Go-way! Chengcheng is Wei Ying's!! Grrr!!
The Lan alpha boy 1: βΊοΈ (intimidatingly)
The Lan alpha boy 2: πΏ(intimidatingly)
The Nie alpha boy: π (challengingly)
The Wen alpha girl: π (smugly)
The Jin alpha boy: π (menacingly)
Not to mention the Wen & Nie Betta boys who seemed to scheme to get close to JC bcs they
had the beta advantage! π WY wouldn't let them!!!
Madam Yu was speaking to the fortune tellers and matchmakers, which one should be her son's alpha, hm?
Away from the crowd, liddol omega Jin shyly sat at the pavilion,while a certain Jiejie slipped a lotus flower in his hair π³
It was a festive day at Lianhua Wu, and every one (well, *glanced at JFM and WY* almost everyone) had fun.
THE END
Just realize JC didn't utter a single word in this π€£ only tittering and humming and yawning and everyone went mad π€£
A beautiful imagery ππ thank you Ayiiii ππ
Haha it's mostly a rhetorical rant I have here because I know one of the reasons is that the Big Companies had invested too much in tangible properties. FWS could potentially render all these buildings useless, and it'd take years before investing in server business becomes
YOU KNOW WHAT, it gave me β¨ideasβ¨
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. #YMJTales zombie virus au
WWX created a biological weapon-a deadly virus-to win the war.
He kept telling JC that he got it under control, they were only targeting the enemies, he had the antidote, etc.
Until someone stole his
prototype, modified it, and released it to the wild. It was chaos.
In an attempt to save everyone, WWX used himselfbas the guinea pig. He managed to find the cure, at last, but his body couldn't take the strain and he d soon after.
The cure was found by JC. he replicated and
perfected it, created a vaccine, etc. The world was in peace once more.
However, JC was sure that the prototype was still out there somewhere. He used the family's fortune to build a research facility specializing in the Demonic Virus and its variants.
JFM saw all these "maid" pictures and wanted to participate. He dig around his phone and posted all of A-Cheng maid pics.
"Be it maid costume or son, my A-Cheng is the cutest maid of all."π€
He didn't realize all the costumes had a slut factor in it.
(JC had a popular only*fans and he always asked JFM to take his trial pics, trying out the look of the costume and all. If the costume looked good, JC took it to NHS for pro photoshoot.
JC never lied to his dad. JFM simply assumed his A-Cheng still loved playing dress up π₯°)
*since JFM took the trial pics, he definitely had ALL of A-Cheng's costume pics, even the costumes that didn't make it to the official acc.
JFM had the mind to take the post down once he realized they seemed to attract unwanted attention (π‘) but the few that people managed to