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the chicken that laid the golden egg (or would've, anyway)

Summary:

When he left for the night hunt, Meng Yao could say with absolute certainty that he was not a fowl. No, he properly had two arms, two legs, and could speak with clarity. Now, though? He could only cluck and crow. From Nie Mingjue’s arms.

Or, as it goes:

lwj, lightly nudging jgy with the side of his foot: meng yao, move out of the way please so wei ying doesn't trip on you.

jgy, clucking angrily: you KICK meng yao? you kick his body like the football? oh! oh! jail for brother! jail for brother for One Thousand Years!!!!

Notes:

haha, accidental chicken acquisition

Chapter 1: scrambled eggs

Chapter Text

“Meng Yao?”

Nie Mingjue called out to his husband cautiously, unsure if the energy he’d felt had been his doing or not. It hadn’t felt malicious, or even demonic, but the night had been too quiet for him to lower his guard so easily against something that seemed so mild. It had been difficult enough for him to agree with his husbands to split up and cover more ground. Now he only felt vindicated.

His saber thrummed from its place on his hip, and he rested a hand on the hilt to quiet it.

“Meng Yao, where-”

Was that... clucking?