#maybe i should name this the aeroplane deadbeat dad au

[cumplane-forever]

Half-Demon Child (SY) Anatgonizes Da-Shixiong For No Apparent Reason

part of the aeroplane as sqq extended au- might delete later

(Context if you don't want to read allat: sy has been reincarnated as the half-demon son of mobei-jun and og shang qinghua.

In this au shen yuan is a rare plant baby that is made from mixing blood and was an accidental baby acquisition, immediately handed over by og shang qinghua to shen qingqiu. in this specific verse, sqq is aeroplane transmigrated (and also indirectly responsible for sy's birth by directing moshang towards the plant) although it works perfectly with og sqq as well.

sy grew up on qing jing peak with ming fan and ning yingying as his primary caretakeers as he was born in the same year the immortal alliance conference takes place(and sqq is too busy with trying to prevent canon to directly take care of him) in the following he's kind of regaining his memories and realizing he's in pidw. consequently ming fan suffers. ((side note: in this one sy grows at normal rates rather than the renesmee accelerated growing i said he'd have in part 3))

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Ming Fan had survived many things in his life. Grueling night hunts. Endless paperwork. Senior martial brothers who thought "delegating" meant shoving every task onto his shoulders.

But nothing- not even the worst administrative nightmare An Ding Peak could conjure- had prepared him for Shen Yuan. At first, things had been fine. Sure, babysitting Shen Yuan had never been part of his plans, but he’d taken to the duty like any responsible disciple would.

Years of wrangling junior disciples had- surprisingly- not translated well into taking care of a literal newborn. Even Ning Yingying with her sunny disposition had struggled at first, but a few hours had revealed her a natural with a knack for subduing cranky babies. When it was his turn, Ming Fan had somehow managed- how he didn't remember, because four years later it was a forgotten blur.

Shen Yuan at the moment, was a tolerable (if slightly spoiled) child. The kind of kid who'd demand to be carried and fed at the same time, but also the kind who would cling to his robes and fall asleep drooling on his shoulder. Annoying, but manageable.

Then, suddenly, something changed. One day, Shen Yuan was sweet and pliant; the next, he glared at Ming Fan like he’d burnt his favourite toy in front of him. Ming Fan had no idea what he’d done to offend the little demon, but the five-year-old was on a mission.

“Shidi,” he said cautiously, watching Shen Yuan kneel in the courtyard, tiny hands cupped together.

“What… are you doing?”

“Ice lotus,” Shen Yuan declared.

“What.”

“I’m making an ice lotus.”

Ming Fan stared. Shen Yuan had been impressed upon, repeatedly, to keep his ice demon heritage under wraps. Sure, all of Qing Jing Peak knew, but the rest of the sect remained oblivious, and it was ideal that it stayed that way. Which meant no using no powers, icy or otherwise outside of the bamboo house and its surrounding gardens.

And yet, here was Shen Yuan, with a crude, half-melted lump of frost that he had manged to conjure in his palms. He stared at it with deep concentration, brow furrowed, lips pursed in an expression that would make any of the shijiemei coo at him and forget the mischief he was partaking in.

Ming Fan pinched the bridge of his nose. “You- Shen Yuan, stop that.”

“No.”

“You can’t just-”

“I’m practicing.”

“You’re five!”

Shen Yuan sniffed imperiously. “I’m cultivating.”

Ming Fan was going to lose his mind. He stalked forward, prepared to confiscate whatever disastrous creation was forming, but before he could, Shen Yuan threw it at him.

Ming Fan yelped as freezing cold slush splattered across his robes.

“Shen Yuan!”

The half-demon grinned insincerely. He then tried to hide his expression behind his hand. “Oh no, my hands slipped,” came the muffled excuse.

Ming Fan clenched and unclenched his jaw. He had an entire day of paperwork to finish, an errand to run for Shang Qinghua, and now he was standing in the courtyard, covered in melting ice, glaring down at a smug little brat.

He inhaled sharply. Patience. Restraint. Think of Ning-shimei. Think of how much worse this could be.

As if sensing his thoughts, Shen Yuan went in for the kill. “Shijie should come back soon. You like her more than me, don’t you, Fan-ge?”

Ming Fan narrowed his eyes. “What? Don’t start.”

“You’re always extra nice to her.”

“That’s because she actually listens when I tell her not to do something!”

Shen Yuan pouted, clearly unconvinced. “You like her.”

Ming Fan, who had been completely over whatever childhood crush he once had, exhaled forcefully. “No.”

Shen Yuan gave him a contemplative expression.

“Oh, don’t even-”

“You like her.”

“A-Yuan, I swear-”

“I’ll tell her you want to marry her.”

“I will have you grounded.”

Before Shen Yuan could escalate further, the subject of their conversation arrived.

“Ming Fan, what are you two yelling about?��� Ning Yingying asked, stepping into the courtyard with a basket of sweets.

She stopped short at the sight of Ming Fan, dripping wet and seething. “Eh? What happened to you?”

Shen Yuan, the traitor, turned his wide, innocent eyes on her. “Fan-ge was playing with me, but he got too excited and tripped.”

Ming Fan nearly ascended from frustration. Ning Yingying snickered, but abruptly stifled it.

“Poor Fan-ge.” She fished out a pastry and handed it to Shen Yuan. “Did you behave?”

“He threw ice at me,” Ming Fan snapped.

“He's been having a bad day,” Ning Yingying reasoned, patting Shen Yuan’s head. "You should be glad he was playing at all." The little menace leaned into her hand smugly.

Ming Fan wiped a hand down his face. “I- you know what? You deal with him. I’m done for now.”

"Two shichen?"

"Three."

Ning-shimei looked as if she would argue, but then took a look at him and nodded "..By dinnertime then."

Demon-wrangling hours decided, he nodded and went to change his slush-stained uniform. As he stomped away, he heard Shen Yuan whisper to Ning Yingying, “Fan-ge is so clumsy.”

Vengence, Ming Fan decided, would be best served in the form of letting Ning-shimei cook dinner at the bamboo house that night.