#nie-fujun

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Resent & Blossom

Part 1 The Shadow | Part 2 The Cliff | Part 3 Unseen | Epilogue The Flower

Fandom: The Untamed | Mo Dao Zu Shi Pairing: Nie Mingjue/Wei Wuxian (main), Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan (only mentioned), Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian (not endgame) Rating: Teen Genre: Romance, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence

Summary:

Cleansing as played by Jin Guangyao is not helping Nie Mingjue any. If anything, his condition is worse than before. However, Wei Wuxian will be thrice damned if he'll let the man who saved his family die – even if their marriage was purely political in nature. If it means he has to learn to play the difficult score himself and enlist the help of the one he's been secretly pining over all this time, then so be it. He's really been through tougher shit and survived. For the most part.

Beta by the lovely @galysh and @apprenticedmagician 

This was originally a commission by @robininthelabyrinth, which as it turns out I failed since my head spun it into a direction that wasn't something they enjoyed. Still, I hope people like it. It was originally posted on my main blog, but has since been moved here.

It was supposed to be much shorter, but it had so much potential that before I realized what I was doing it was another 10k monster, and then robin's birthday came (this was before I knew I failed), so here we are.

The original request was: "if you feel like it, I'd be happy to see more WWX/NMJ (no sad endings or breaking the ship, adding other characters is OK) canonverse preferred."

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Resent & Blossom

Part 1 The Shadow | Part 2 The Cliff | Part 3 Unseen | Epilogue The Flower

Fandom: The Untamed | Mo Dao Zu Shi Pairing: Nie Mingjue/Wei Wuxian, Jiang Yanli/Jin Zixuan (mentioned), Lan Wanji/Wei Wuxian (past, unfulfilled) Rating: Teen Genre: Romance, Arranged Marriage, Canon Divergence

Summary:

Cleansing as played by Jin Guangyao is not helping Nie Mingjue any. If anything, his condition is worse than before. However, Wei Wuxian will be thrice damned if he'll let the man who saved his family die – even if their marriage was purely political in nature. If it means he has to learn to play the difficult score himself and enlist the help of the one he's been secretly pining over all this time, then so be it. He's really been through tougher shit and survived. For the most part.

Beta by the lovely @galysh.

This was a prompt by @robininthelabyrinth.

Their original prompt was: "if you feel like it, I'd be happy to see more WWX/NMJ (no sad endings or breaking the ship, adding other characters is OK) canonverse preferred."

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

Originally it was supposed to be much shorter, but it had so much potential that before I realized what I was doing it was another 10k monster, and then rob's birthday came.

@robininthelabyrinth: I hope you like it! I know you like threesomes, but the thing with me is that while I have nothing against healthy polyamory, I tend to take the more tragic route. I feel like forcing my characters to choose makes for a more storytelling potential. In this case it even allowed more room for worldbuilding, in regards to the marital traditions of different sects, so I hope that's a good enough compensation. It was fun to write. Part two is almost done, I hope I can finish this before Christmas lol.

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guys. please. X-furen/X-fujun means “wife/husband of someone whose family name is X”. it’s a title.

it’s not like in the west, where you may take your husband’s family name but may also not do that, and instead of moving into his house, you move out to a new one to form a cool nuclear family. in china you don’t take your husband’s family name, as i understand, and it’s not a matter of girl power, it’s just a thing.

example: jiang yanli marries jin zixuan. she does NOT become jin yanli. she becomes jiang yanli, jin-furen, wife of a person who has the family name jin.

if wen qing married jiang cheng when he offered, she would be jiang-furen. she would not be wen-furen, because -furen is not a “just btw, i’m married, don’t hit on me” sticker, it shows who you’re married to, whose house you live in. and it doesn’t work both ways. if wen qing marries into the jiang family, then her husband, jiang wanyin, is not wen-fujun, but simply jiang wanyin, jiang-zongzhu.

if, however, jiang wanyin married into the wen family, he would be wen-fujun, husband of a person who has the family name wen.

yu ziyuan is an outlier and should not be a reference. like, she is the lady of the house, but the house is jiang. she should be jiang-furen, but i guess if you want the Respect™, but hate your husband, you have to improvise.

in case of men marrying into other men’s families (or women, etc), you can still -furen them, but i’d say it’s more because mdzs wwx wouldn’t mind some wife play, and less because oh, the 人 character means person, not woman. yeah, well, that it does, but the word 夫人 means wife/madam. if two cultivators exchange news about gusu and one of them mentions lan-furen, the other will assume it’s a woman, because it means wife.

夫君 fujun, however, is a word that means husband. as mentioned earlier, who is (name) and who is X’s (spouse) can depend on who moves into whose house/who is more important. lan wangji, the lan-zongzhu and chief cultivator, does not become wei-fujun (well, maybe if there’s some roleplaying involved). if you call wwx lan-fujun, though, he’ll probably marinate in mirth, and the second cultivator will know hanguang-jun married a man, young people nowadays.

so

if qin su marries jin guangyao and moves into his house, she’s jin-furen.

if jin guangyao marries lan xichen and moves into his house, he’s lan-fujun.

if lan xichen, lan-zongzhu, marries nie mingjue, nie-zongzhu, then he’s either a/ roleplaying, or b/ resigning from his position of a sect leader. if b/, see above.

if jin guangyao and lan xichen decide to abandon their past and their names and fuck off into the night, their absence from the cloud recesses only discovered in the morning, they’re going to make up new names for each other, along with some cover story, so it doesn’t matter.

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love the paper thin verse!! the angst is delicious. would love to see more XiXian, maybe a moment where lxc realizes he might have caught feelings?

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There is no pomp, no circumstance, no ceremony nor celebration. All anyone knows is that one day Wei Wuxian is held in guarded custody at the Imperial palace, and the next he is leaving the Emperor's chambers a consort clad in Gusu blue, with Imperial jewels in his hair.

Scandalous, some murmur. Seducing the Emperor so brazenly.

Betrayal, say others. To trample over Hanguang-wang's affection so soon after his death.

Only Lan Xichen knows how bitterly Wei Wuxian had wept when the news had arrived, how his legs had given out from beneath him and he had crumpled to the floor like a puppet without its strings. How he had curled in on himself with a broken cry before lashing out at anyone who dared to approach; how he had to be restrained, bound and gagged like an animal to his bed so he could not injure himself or others in his grief. 

It was partly pity, perhaps, and guilt that moved Lan Xichen to make the offer. Lan Wangji is—was—his brother, his most loyal and steadfast subject amongst the treachery of the court, who had died without hesitation to protect the Empire and Lan Xichen. And Wei Wuxian was the only person Lan Wangji had loved as much as the Empire. It would only be right for Lan Xichen to honour his brother’s sacrifice by saving the one he loved.

"Let me help you," he'd said.

Wei Wuxian had looked at him through lifeless eyes.

"Why?"

"For Wangji, if nothing else," he'd answered honestly, and sees something flicker across his face. "Wangji would want you to be safe."

After a long moment, Wei Wuxian had nodded and Lan Xichen drew up the decree almost immediately, conferring upon him the title of xuanyi. Propagator of Deportment. Wei Wuxian had snorted at the irony when he first heard it.

"It is a little on the nose, perhaps," Lan Xichen had admitted.

Wei Wuxian had shaken his head and offered him a wavering, watery smile as he bends his knees for the first time.

"Your concubine thanks Huangshang for his generosity."

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He isn't too sure what he had expected of Wei Wuxian as a consort. What he had known about him as a person stemmed almost entirely from a handful of short conversations and watching him with Lan Wangji—as such, he had half-expected to be kept busy with constant chatter and attempts at flouting the constrictive etiquette of the inner palace.

But the Wei Wuxian he gets, the Wei Wuxian after Lan Wangji's death—Wei Wuxian the consort—is a model of propriety. He smiles politely and offers pleasant, unoffending conversation, presenting to the world every bit of the good breeding that has been instilled in him since birth. He charms the other consorts into friendships and earns the respect of his servants almost immediately with his good humour and generous hand. Even Lan Qiren, the notoriously strict and conservative Imperial Tutor, cannot find fault in his behaviour.

But there are brief moments when the smiles slip just a fraction and his eyes grow unfocused; a tremble appears in the corner of his mouth and in his long fingers. In those moments, brief as they are, Lan Xichen thinks he can see the depth of his grief, and something twinges deep inside his chest—in pity, perhaps, or sympathy. Guilt.

So he does his best to make him happy: he gifts him an antique flute, carved of the finest jade by the greatest artisan over three hundred years ago, and allows him to play with the court musicians; he brings him books and tools and paper, and offers him unlimited access to the Imperial libraries. He is aware these are poor substitutes for what he could have had, that he can never give Wei Wuxian what he truly desires. But Wei Wuxian brightens a little with each gift, each new little sliver of freedom, and it eases the ache in Lan Xichen's heart.

It is only right, he tells himself. I am only doing right by Wangji by taking care of him.

“Huangshang, may your concubine speak bluntly?” his Empress murmurs one night as she pours him tea. He picks up the teacup.

"Qiongyue, you are my wife,” he reminds her with a smile. “When we are alone, you may forgo the formalities and speak your mind.”

Nie Qiongyue inclines her head.

“Then, Fujun, Qiongyue will speak freely.” She folds her hands together and sets them on the table in front of her. “Is Fujun truly doing this for Wangji’s sake, or because you want Wei Wuxian to be happy—with you?”

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“Huangshang,” Eunuch Wang murmurs from his place at Lan Xichen’s elbow. “Will we be joining Wei-xuanyi and Hanguang-wang in the pavilion?”

He watches from afar as Lan Wangji approaches the pavilion, sees the outline of Wei Wuxian’s profile as he turns and makes his way to the stairs. From this distance, he cannot hear what they are saying, or even make out their faces with much clarity, but he already has a fairly good idea.

His fingers brush against the pendant hanging from his belt. The wood is smooth and polished, carved into the shape of a dragon amidst the flowing cloud insignia of the Imperial family.

A gift, Huangshang. A token of your concubine’s devotion.

Up ahead, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji have moved further into the pavilion and appear to be deep in conversation; they stand several feet apart with Wei Wuxian’s retinue around them. To any other person, they would appear as little more than cordial acquaintances. 

Lan Xichen exhales through his nose; he tells himself it is not out of relief.

“No,” he decides. “We will return to the Imperial study.”

Eunuch Wang and the rest of his retinue bow.

“Yes, Huangshang.”

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Translations

Fujun (夫君) - old-fashioned/archaic form of “husband”

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Notes

Nie Qiongyue is the OC I used in shattered mirrors for LXC’s Empress, because why create a new one OC when I have a perfectly good one to use right there?

(hey, imagine if this was like...an AU of SM if WWX had not left for Yunmeng and the war was actually with Dongying and not Qishan. food for thought.)

Anyway, I said I didn’t know where I’m going with this but here you go anyway ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’m thinking we just keep this to feelings and angst and leave out the plotty stuff this time lol...I’m saving my plot juices to finish off SM for now.

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the brightest of envies

“Zhangfu," he says quietly, teasing. "Welcome home."

or

Airen, Airen, Airen - important things must be said three times!

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Wei Wuxian is decked in robes that are a fusion of the styles of Qinghe Nie and Xiao Ying Village, as the Wen Remnants had named their new home, when he looks out a frosty window one morning a few years into his marriage.

He had quite a bit of work to get done today, as Nie-fujun, so Luli and Yuan-er had been spending the past few hours with Wen popo, and Nie Mingjue had been away on a brief nighthunt.

He glances at his desk and considers the report, and it takes hardly any time for him to decide his husband is far more interesting - and anyway, he can wheedle Huaisang into finishing it. So he gets up giddily and snatches a thick fur cloak, wraps it around him tightly.

The cloak was custom made, a gift from Nie Mingjue on their first anniversary, so he'll "never have to fear the cold again."

He darts around stone corridors until he reaches the entrance, and pushes against the massive doors to see Nie Mingjue speaking to Nie Zonghui and some disciples, one of the sect's horses at his side.

He can't help the twitch of the corner of his lips as he quietly meanders up to his husband.

Nie Mingjue notices him quickly of course, and doesn't even finish his words when he dismisses the others and fully faces Wei Wuxian.

Wei Wuxian has to bend his head back to look up at Nie Mingjue, big man that he is, and he's found that he's come to like the slight ache in his neck that comes with having the tallest husband ever.

(He especially likes when Nie Mingjue takes the time to smooth out the chinks with his calloused hands every night.)

“Zhangfu," he says quietly, teasing. "Welcome home."

Nie Mingjue’s eyes are bright and soft. He reaches out a hand to caress the intricate braids in Wei Wuxian’s hair, then his cheek. Wei Wuxian leans into the touch, smile only widening.

"Welcome home indeed," murmurs Nie Mingjue, and presses a chaste kiss to the crown of his husband's head, making the latter shudder. "Where are the little brats?”

Wei Wuxian pokes his stomach, not that it does anything. "Don't call my babies that," he scolds mockingly. "I had some work to get done, so they've spent the day at the village. They should have woken from their naps a while ago."

Nie Mingjue hums in consideration, looking intently at him. They stand there staring at each other in silence for several minutes, before Wei Wuxian is abruptly swept off his feet - literally. He yelps as Nie Mingjue grabs him to swing the both of them onto the horse's saddle.

"Give a man a warning next time, really!" exclaims Wei Wuxian without any bite. "I can get on a horse just fine on my own." Nie Mingjue only laughs gruffly and shifts Wei Wuxian into a more comfortable position, such that he is snug against his chest. Wei Wuxian has no complaints.

Before they set off, Nie Mingjue wraps his arms around Wei Wuxian tightly and presses his face into the braids that signify Wei Wuxian to be the Nie sect leader's spouse. Wei Wuxian knows about Nie Mingjue’s more than slight infatuation with them, and what they mean, even if Nie Mingjue himself doesn't know that he knows. Braids can be quite the bother, especially ones so complex as these, which is why he only ever bothered braiding his hair when he went to bed. That has changed, of course, in the past few years, but the way Nie Mingjue looks at him every time is well worth the half shichen of struggling every morning.

"Wuxian."

"Mingjue."

"Xiao Xian."

"Gege."

"A-Ying."

"A-Jue."

There's no real purpose to them calling out each other's names - they just enjoy the taste of it on their tongues, the roll of each syllable. Wei Wuxian hums and closes his eyes, happy, and presses back into Nie Mingjue’s chest.

"Airen," sighs Nie Mingjue, and Wei Wuxian’s heart sings with joy, as it always does at the pet name. "Airen, Airen, I've missed you."

"Well, I've missed you more," Wei Wuxian whispers back.

"Impossible," huffs Nie Mingjue, eyes twinkling, already expecting Wei Wuxian’s response.

"Just as well that I always attempt the impossible, hm?"

Nie Mingjue laughs out loud in agreement and noses at his cheek, tickling him.

"Aiya, alright, that's enough for now," says Wei Wuxian softly. He opens his eyes and looks into Nie Mingjue’s dark ones, smile at its widest and brightest. "A-Yuan and A-Li are waiting on us, they've missed their Fuqin very much."

"Then we can hardly keep them waiting," says Nie Mingjue, and grabs the reins to set the horse into motion. "Fuqin has missed them very much too." With a quick snap of his wrist, the horse whinnies and launches into a run, and Wei Wuxian is content as the wind whips against them.

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[besanii]

Oof i love your double happiness au so muchh ❤❤ can i maybe request some more fox!Wuxian shenaniqans ft. Wangxian fluff?

“A-Ying, my son, you really have been causing a lot of trouble lately haven’t you?” his mother sighs.

Wei Wuxian is about to protest when his father gives him a pointed Look from where he’s seated beside his mother. He immediately backs down, cowed, and puts on his most miserable expression.

“I’m sorry, A-Niang,” he says.

Cangse shakes her head, but there is a tiny smirk at the corner of her mouth that belies the disapproval, which makes Wei Wuxian feel a tad better. At least his mother isn’t terribly put out with him. Still, they had had to cut short their travels to handle this situation with the engagement, so he feels at least a little bit guilty for it.

“Niangzi,” Wei Changze says, turning to his wife. “This is no laughing matter.”

“Mm, you’re right, Fujun,” Cangse agrees. “We are very fortunate that both Tianjun and Lan-er-dianxia are amenable to this match. Otherwise this would become a political scandal between Qing Qiu and the Nine Heavens.”

Wei Wuxian cowers. He really hadn’t thought that far at the time, to be honest. Not with the threaten of Zidian and Yu Ziyuan breathing down his neck, and the prospect of sitting through another round of mind-numbingly dull suitors. He bows his head.

“A-Ying is willing to receive punishment for his actions,” he says.

His mother sighs.

“Very well then,” she says. 

She leans over and taps him sharply on the forehead twice. He feels himself shifting before he can make a sound, back into his original form in a puff of smoke. His tails fan out behind him as he pads restlessly by her feet.

“Since your mouth got you into trouble, you’ll stay in your original form for a day,” she tells him, not even bothering to hide her laughter. “That way you won’t be able to run your mouth while we negotiate with the future in-laws.”

He whines and paws at her leg. When that garners nothing but another merry laugh, he turns and scarpers away with a miserable little croak.

But where should he go? He can’t go to Jiang Yanli’s new residence. The last time Jin Ling had seen him in his original form, the brat had almost completely torn the fur from one of his tails trying to play with it! And besides, Jin Zixuan would be there, and Wei Wuxian can’t guarantee he won’t pluck a few feathers from the peacock’s tail in revenge for his own. Jiang Cheng would only laugh at his misery. And Nie Huaisang would only find his misery entertaining and use it against him in the future. No, no, none of them would do. 

“Wei Ying?”

He grimaces and curses his bad luck. Of all people to run into, why is it always Lan Wangji?

“Wei Ying, is that you?” Lan Wangji asks, coming to a stop beside him. Wei Wuxian grumbles.

Of course it’s me! he cries silently. Can’t you recognise me you big dumb dolt?

His tails lash out irritably as he casts a baleful glare in Lan Wangji’s direction. Apparently, this is enough of a confirmation for Lan Wangji, who bends down and picks him up around the middle and settles him into the crook of his arm.

Hey, hey, put me down! Wei Wuxian says, his upper lip curling. I don’t need you to carry me around!

“Wei Ying, behave,” Lan Wangji says. His other hand strokes down the length of Wei Wuxian’s back, smoothing down the ruffled fur. “Did Cangse-shangshen put a form-locking spell on you?”

Wei Wuxian’s entire body deflates in response. Lan Wangji snorts quietly under his breath and starts walking. They pass several fairy maidens carrying trays of cakes and pastries in the direction they’d just come from and Wei Wuxian raises his head and sniffs. Lotus seed pastries! His stomach growls audibly.

Lan Wangji pauses mid-step to look down at him. Wei Wuxian whines and ducks his head, covering his face with a paw in embarrassment. The next moment, a flower-shaped pastry appears under his nose. He cranes his neck to look at Lan Wangji.

Lan Zhan! Did you just…steal that?

“Just this once,” Lan Wangji says. “Eat.”

Wei Wuxian yips happily and takes a bite. The pastry is crisp and flaky, the lotus seed paste inside smooth and sweet. It doesn’t hold a candle to the ones Jiang Yanli makes, but he’s hungry enough that he doesn’t care. Plus, Lan Wangji deliberately stole this for him. The righteous, proper Second Prince! He licks his lips after polishing off the last morsel.

“Was it delicious?” Lan Wangji smiles when Wei Wuxian nuzzles his hand. “You should take more care when eating.”

He brushes the stray crumbs from Wei Wuxian’s muzzle. Wei Wuxian nips his fingertips playfully and receives a firm tap on the nose in return. He whines and licks Lan Wangji’s fingers in apology.

“Good boy,” Lan Wangji says.

Wei Wuxian growls. I’m not a kit!

Lan Wangji chuckles at his indignation and keeps walking.

Notes:

Niangzi (娘子) - wife

Fujun (夫君) - husband

Tianjun (天君) - Heavenly Lord (the King of Heaven)

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[leatherbookmarking]

hello! as you might have noticed i changed my icon. it’s a-yao now

celebratory headcanons/concepts™ from twitter (mostly xiyao/sanzun):

1. after the first occasion jgy gets to kiss him as much as he likes, poor lxc has to wear a face mask because he looks... concerning.

someone’s like oh, did you catch a cold? lxc (thinking about his boyfriend passionately committing to his "someone tried to eat my face" look): haha yes, one iced coffee too many ^__^

2.  a concept: jgy, a person who absolutely intertwines his legs with lxc's when they're about to sleep, to the point that lxc isn't entirely sure which legs are his, only to disentangle himself away 15 minutes later because Hot

a-yao is Small and thus automatically a pre-sleep wiggler. one leg under the cover, the other on top of it. no, gotta change them. the cover is too hot, hot move. turn over. spread legs. bend leg. dangle one feet over the edge of the bed. hmm, walls are cold. leg on wall

lxc, hoarsely: a-yao. love of my life. my sun and stars. my little goldcrest. I am going to tie you to the bedpost in a non-recreational way

jgy, who has melted away after "love of my life": (gently wraps the vines of his person around the post of lan xichen's sexy torso)

3. sometimes (always) i think about modern jiggy being a dancer and sometimes (always) i imagine him moving something like mr taemin out there. like this kind of... fluid grace. he traces an arc in the air with his hand and it's like drawn with a protractor. every minuscule movement is planned. add his controlled expressions to this and you've got a What The Fuck How Is He Real

4.  in a scenario where xiyao elope (no i will not shut up. ever), what do people think about the situation? gotta be "jgy, the EVIL FUCK, has kidnapped our beacon of light and goodness, zewu-jun!"

"but two men similar to them have been spotted in some places, and they appear friendly with each other... so..."

"witchcraft! jin guangyao has controlled zewu-jun's mind! who knows if he didn't turn him into a fierce corpse!"

the first person to find them fucking under a tree sure is in for a, let's say, surprise

5. thought of the day: meng yao deserved a big ass head piece. and silver in his hair. those little chains like jin ling had, that clink quietly when he moves his head. meng yao deserved to be as decked out as possible in gusu lan sect! and for people to look at him and see just how precious he is to sect leader lan!

lan-fujun... when he walks into the room, it's like a silver-white river nymph came to live among humans 

(on the other hand: meng yao thinking about his mother. and about himself, as a child, dreaming of being accepted by his father, a powerful cultivator. they'd be free, and meng yao would become a great cultivator too, and give his mother the prettiest rooms, the best clothes, the most delicious food, anything she wants. she would never need anything, because she'd have everything. that's how it would be, and he, meng yao, will make sure of it!)

6. MODERN AU BUT BAXIA IS A POMERANIAN.

i was thinking black/tan because nie colors, BUT if she was white, it would add to the wonderful contrast... or sable. you know, because sabre... sable... not funny? sorry. look at the cute dog though

i'm not saying nmj is from the 'hey i am a big burly man with a tiny dog' school of hitting on people. BUT it is a fact that when he's having someone over for a fuck, he likes to see confusion and terror flash in their eyes as he tells them he wants to introduce them to the most important woman in his life just. i just think that would be neat (he likes to observe people before he invites them over. just to figure out if they would be that kind of person who has to be reminded why they're here. not that he's against baxia getting love! just,)

something something maybe he got her to learn to be more gentle because his early life left him a blunt and unapproachable. OR MAYBE it was a gift from huaisang? so he can have someone to take care of when he moves out? (nmj: oh, so you ARE moving out? nice! when? nhs:          )

anyway they often converse. as in, nmj always kindly asks her not to nibble on things and in most cases, she obliges. but sometimes someone forgets to take their socks out of their shoes and they smell SO DELICIOUSLY, a lady has to have her pleasures, alright? "buy her chewing toys" oh? so she graces them with one scathing look and ignores them forever? this woman's most precious item is mingjue's old sock, with holes on both the toe and heel area. he's tied it in a knot. she usually carries it to her preferred places of Chewing but always remembers to bring it back to her bed for the night. one night jgy gets up to get a glass of water and sees nmj, with baxia on the countertop, two socks in front of her. "THIS one is good", nmj says patiently, pointing, "and THIS one is a no" she bites down on the latter

nie "i get nothing but disrespect from small dogs and people under 180cm" mingjue

if baxia doesn't like someone, he automatically Doesn't Trust Them. baxia has a very love/hate relationship with jgy. initially she was very waggy about him. then at some point she grew cold

is it a new cologne she doesn't like? he tries bringing her snacks. she nibbles at them for a minute then abandons them w/ no care. she walks away from him when he's using a cute voice and feigns deafness when he's speaking normally. there can only be ONE tiny thing in this house

(sometimes nmj Squints at jgy but jgy is Trying, and it's rather entertaining to see him on the floor, dog hair on his pants, ruthlessly ignored by 2kg of Fuck You. so)

(xichen, of course, has her unending adoration, although, of course, she loves mingjue the best)

...how does she treat huaisang? i'm thinking With Enthusiasm. he looks friendly! he makes fun noises when you surprise bark at him! truly a man worth playing with. she expresses that opinion by lovingly biting his toes. sometimes he accidentally walks into her. woe! woe!! Father, help!!! Violence! Hate!!

@xiyao-feels: I just have this image of like. Her being out with NHS and seeing another dark and starting to bark furiously and try to attack because she must! Defend! NHS!

(making her stop is a work in progress, nhs is very protectable) i had a dog that, due to Circumstances, wasn't socialized properly, so she'd bark at every dog she met. she was small but she DID scare some friendly big dogs away. "why is this tiny thing shouting :("

....sometimes when she yaps at jgy, jgy... yaps back, mockingly. and then it BEGINS (at some point nhs records it and posts on yt as "pomeranians having a shouting match")  oh, no, it's fine! jgy understands. it was quite funny indeed. and the fact that for a month after that she gets into nhs' room to wake him up, or that his favourite t-shirts somehow are covered with dog hair? it's the draught, and the power of baxia's love :-)

xiyao-feels: He convinces NMJ that NHS really needs to learn more about how to handle a dog, and enrolls him in some training

"it's important that all household members get along :-)" he also blissfully records her doing her best to steal nhs' sock from his foot

nmj: see, that means she likes you!

nhs, sadly: no, da-ge. that means my toe hurts, and that i am one sock poorer

xiyao-feels:  JGY starts deliberately vanishing NHS' socks when doing laundry, blames Baxia They're probably really fancy. I don't know what really fancy socks even look like but I bet NHS does

probably very smooth and pleasant to wear. nhs likes to live fancy, after all. well, baxia likes that too now!! whatcha gonna do!! at some point someone (xichen) notices the whole house is just four grown up men giving regular sacrifice to a tiny bitchy dog. incredible

at some point they introduce her to jc's gals. it looks like this