#and through shenanigans Nezha gets yoinked into a new found family

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Accidental Brother-Sorry, Babysitter-Acquisition (Fic WIP)

Premise: After finding a kid outside his shop covered in mud, with no name, no parents, and completely nonverbal, Pigsy begins searching for who the kid is.

Tang suggests praying to the protector deity of children, Nezha, for luck in the endeavor.

They are not special.

And Nezha wasn’t even totally completely utterly lying to himself!

The little child nicknamed “MK” due to a firm lack of knowledge on any actual name (short for another nickname in itself, monkey, which had come from the scholar deeming the child similar to an excitable monkey, which was not at all irritating) truly was just like the rest Nezha had helped investigate, to find real names and homes and birth parents.

…that sounded stalkerish, which it both was, and wasn’t.

As a deity often prayed to for aid regarding children, Nezha prided himself on being able to provide satisfactory help. Throughout the centuries, prayers regarding lost children with no trace of the parents, or any homes, or even a name were thankfully rare but not rare enough.

And so Nezha helped. He would pry into dreams, cast seals and tracing spells and-on some occasions-when he was well and truly stuck at his guarding position he’d summon the simian from his imposed self-isolation within his spring-summer mountain paradise. Because even though he despised Sun Wukong, anyone with eyes who bothered to properly look could see the choice of the other pilgrims to reincarnate weighed heavily on the Monkey King and fed into the imposed isolation.

So astral projecting to him, masking concern with insults and veiled threats to help along some investigation? It truly wasn’t hard, and Sun Wukong had mellowed out enough that Nezha no longer felt the urge to lacerate him within a minute.

While guarding his half of the Samadhi Map was a task Nezha had resigned himself to for eternity until some being sent him to Diyu-or Realms forbid sent off his paranoia by reassigning him-sneaking away was something he did when he could get away with it. He still had prayers from home and public temples, and failing mortal parents to send a scathing dream-astral-projection to, and families to tie to his temples’ programs to receive financial aid, and-and-

(Sometimes he wondered if they had wanted him stuck doing nothing but standing in front of a piece of enchanted paper for eternity so his legacy would die, so his temples would burn again, and worship and power would whittle to nothing. Because perhaps he found a sort of kinship with Sun Wukong, more than the warriors who spent their time whispering instead of training, of being a demon child the Heavens wished to control.)

(Azure Lion had a point, but where he lost his power Nezha merely manipulated his status so his help could continue instead.)

Children needed help. Simple as that.

And so MK the monkey kid was nothing special-because Nezha had assisted thousands of children before him, and would assist thousands more in his eternity.