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xiyouyanyi · 6 months ago

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Where to even begin? (a primer on the War of Investiture)

Well, first, because FSYY is canon in this AU, Azure Lion, Yellowtusk, and Peng would all be former Jie Sect immortals assisting the Shang dynasty, until they got subdued by Wenshu, Puxian, and Sage Randeng of the Chan Sect——who, because FSYY thinks all the popular Buddhist deities should be Daoists in a trenchcoat, were not yet Bodhisattvas and Buddha.

Still, the Chan Sect was allied with the Western Sect, Buddhism's predecessors, led by Sage Cundi/Zhunti and Jieyin the not-Amitabha. If we were to add the slightest historical accuracy into a story where gunpowder weapons and organized Daoism exist in 11th century BCE China, they would probably be Vedic sages and powerful Rishis.

However, to understand this AU's Camel Ridge Trio, we have to understand their factions first.

I have mentioned before that I thought the Chan Sect was at least a little prejudiced against yaoguais, as opposed to the Jie Sect and their indiscriminate admission of both human and monster disciples, so let's play with that further.

Let's make the Jie Sect's indiscriminate admission both a strength and a curse——they were indeed one big, close-knitted brotherhood under Patriarch Tongtian, who would take in the outcasts and rejects of other immortal masters, without realizing that sometimes, they got rejected for good reasons, like practicing horrible plague magic or eating people.

Let's make them even more isolated from humanity, since, in the novel, most Jie immortals lived on islands in the middle of the ocean, as opposed to their mountain-dwelling Chan Sect rivals. As a result, they had little knowledge of King Zhou's cruelty, nor reasons to care.

In fact, many of their rank-and-file yaoguai members might actually be okay with the brutality of the Shang culture, since in this AU, much like the historical Shang dynasty, they practiced slavery and did human sacrifices, which, hey, more free food for them!

But most importantly, Senior Brother Wen Zhong, who worked as the Shang king's Grand Tutor, wanted their help, so of course they'd go.

What? They killed our Daoist brothers? How dare they! First these Chan Sect pricks dragged our Patriarch into that shady Investiture project, and now they were trying to destroy us as a sect, just because we threatened their power and influence by not caring about their impossible admission standards! We'll show them!

In the novel, the Chan Sect had a huge "informed goodness" problem, mostly because there were only so many times you could pull the "It's Fated to Happen!" card to a bunch of angry people whose friends/family/sectmates you just killed.

But let's not villainize them. Let's make them just as fiercely protective of their own, believe in a righteous cause, yet still be prejudiced for reasons that made complete sense to them.

Let them be absolutely horrified and disgusted by the human sacrifice and blood rituals, without realizing that such practices were not solely the result of yaoguai influence, but long preceded King Zhou and Su Daji.

That the scale of the sacrifices had actually been vastly reduced over time, going from hundreds to tens, and ultimately, all of these killings happened to placate the Kings of Ghosts, dead Shang kings who ruled over the proto-Underworld of this AU and essentially held their people hostage with blessings and curses.

Let taking in a disciple be the most important decision in their immortal lives, a great investment as well as a huge responsibility, so they absolutely could not afford any mistakes in their judgment.

Show them trying to de-escalate and sympathize with the angry, grieving Jie folks at first, telling them that King Zhou really needed to pay for his crimes and Grand Tutor Wen was going down with a sinking ship, yet still failing to make an impact.

Show how they did not enjoy killing their fellow Daoists, even if they knew it was Fated to Happen. Let they be gradually fed up, run out of patience, call the Jie Sect out on their "An Eye for an Eye" bullshit, and eventually become guilty of the same bullshit once the cycle of revenge was in full swing, and Shen Gongbao just kept adding fuel to this raging dumpster fire by turning their disciples and potential allies against them.

Let both sides resolve to increasingly violent responses, stop caring about mortal casualties as they basically rearrange the landscape with vast formations and dangerous magical treasures, and become vindictive because of their losses.

Show the Jie immortals luring newly awakened young yaoguais into their ranks as cannon fodders, with the promise of food and power, and the Chan immortals starting to just kill yaoguais on sight at the late stages of the war, both to deprive their opponents of potential recruits, and because what they witnessed had cemented their beliefs that cultivated beasts would never be more than bloodthirsty, man-eating fiends.

…Yeah, to someone who survived the War of Investiture, burning down FFM and killing half of its monkey residents would be the merciful option, unironically.

Unsatisfying Resolutions

By the time Azure and Yellowtusk were dragged out of the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation on leashes, then, as an extra insult, paraded before Patriarch Tongtian in their beastly forms (the yaoguai equivalent of nakedness) on Lao Tzu's command, they would have plenty of reasons to loathe their new masters.

For extra tragedy: imagine that they were but two of the yaoguai child soldiers who quickly rose through the ranks because of their talent, but also because their seniors had perished one by one as the war dragged on, until they were the only candidates qualified to hold the three key sub-formations inside the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

For a moment, they thought this would be it, that they would witness the utter and complete destruction of their sect inside their last and greatest formation, and immediately get their heads chopped off afterwards——not that they didn't deserve death for their failures.

Then Yuanshi and Tongtian's master showed up out of nowhere, basically forced the two sects into complete ceasefire under the threat of death, and left.

An extremely confusing and unsatisfying end, much like the war itself.

But, by the time the Zhou army marched into the Shang capital, by the time King Zhou perished in his flaming palace and the Three Demonesses' heads hung on a flagpole, everyone was just too exhausted to fight and glad that this shit was finally over.

Well, after the dead were called upon the Terrace of Investiture and ascended to godhood, they'd have all the time in the world to engage in their old grudges and factionalism under the Celestial Host.

The Jie Sect, their ranks heavily decimated, completely withdrew from the mainland and vowed to never participate in the affairs of mortals again.

They would become both the precursor to——and later be absorbed by——the Three Islands of Immortals in the East Sea, one of the two major gathering spots of unaligned immortals, as well as "divine beasts" like dragons, phoenix and qilins who are honestly just socially acceptable yaoguais.

Their opponents came out better, but were far from unscathed. About halfway through the war, to avenge their brother, Zhao Gongming's three sisters had unleashed their most powerful treasure, capturing the 12 masters of the Chan Sect in the Chaos Origin Golden Vessel(混元金斗), which rendered centuries of their cultivation naught and reverted them to mortal once more.

Essentially, they had to start their cultivation from the ground up, before age and mortality caught up with them again. Some would not make it. Some could, but choose not to, like Ju Liusun, Puxian, and Cihang, who willingly casted themselves into samsara out of disgust and grief, as well as a vague sense that their destiny lay elsewhere.

In the end, only 5 of the original 12 would remain: Guangcheng Zi, Chijing Zi, Taiyi, Yuding, and Wenshu——who, despite regaining his immortality in no time, quitted the Chan Sect and followed Sage Randeng into Western Sect lands.

From Deification to Monke

As previously mentioned: deification did nothing to settle old grudges. They just went about it in more subtle ways, and the JE quickly found out just how much of a hassle it was to give orders to a bunch of people who didn't want to be here in the first place.

...Guess he really shouldn't have accepted the Investiture Recruitment Project in exchange for leaving the Chan 12 alone, huh?

Even the ones who didn't hate their jobs were not exactly eager workers. A good portion of them just wanted to sit back and enjoy their eternal luxury retirement home, after dying horribly in battle. Some were the same assholes they were in life, except now they were literally gods of plagues, disasters, and ill omens.

Overall, most of the new Celestial Bureaucracy were deified Jie Sect members, and even in life, their faction was quite distant from humanity.

Now that they were gods, they had even fewer reasons to care about mortals, or feel any guilt over their sufferings. We died for your petty king and your petty wars once, isn't that enough?

Thankfully, the compilers of the Investiture did recognize that making mortal enemies work alongside each other was a terrible idea, and tried to keep them in separate departments at least.

For example, Huang Feihu and Huang Tianhua: they were made the King of Mount Tai and Prince Bingling of the Three Mountains, the former basically being the new lord of the Underworld, who was appointed with the explicit purpose of forcing the other Kings of Ghosts into submission and making sure the dead Shang rulers would not try to avenge their fallen dynasty.

Nezha, by virtue of all the people he sent into the Investiture, was one of the few who could keep the new court in line, even though Li Jing pretty much forced him into taking up JE's offer alongside him. Same for Grand Tutor Wen, who was now head of the Thunder Bureau.

Yang Jian took one look at his new coworkers, went "Nope", and returned to the kingdom of Shu because he just couldn't be bothered to get chummy with those he personally slayed, most of whom still hated his guts.

Unsurprisingly, the war did not encourage warm, fuzzy feelings about yaoguais. The ones that did get onto the Investiture were all formal disciples of the Chan and Jie Sect, like Dragon-bearded Tiger or the 28 Lunar Mansions, which did not include mercenary warlords like the Seven Monsters of Plum Mountain, or the beastly foot soldiers on the Shang side.

After all, there were only 365 positions, and Patriarch Tongtian already had to fight for the inclusion of his yaoguai students on the Investiture.

For the majority of humans and yaoguais, death earned them a grand total of nothing. And both the new Zhou court and the surviving Shang aristocrats were eager to pin the blame entirely on King Zhou and his demonic consorts; the former needed to stabilize their base of power once their last few immortal helpers left, and required the latter's cooperation, even at the cost of letting them conveniently absolve themselves of guilt.

So basically, it was all Daji and their yaoguai allies' fault. Such was how the War of the Investiture would be remembered in the official history records.

Over the next several hundred years, the Zhou dynasty slowly fractured, the Western Sect began to rise and transform in anticipation of the Buddha of the Present, and JE started offering Western Sect members internship in the hope that they might actually be motivated to do their damn jobs.

One of those interns was a Rakshasi woman wielding an iron fan, who quickly rose up the ranks of the Wind Bureau and became its new Grand Mistress.

She was met with little to no resistance; the original Grand Mistress, Lady Hanzhi, was a notorious busy-body while she was alive, whose motto was "Your business is my business!" and didn't quite understand why people might not want her help, or dislike her for constantly poking her nose into other folks' personal life.

Post-deification, she did start to feel some doubts, after Zhao Gongming's sisters ripped her a new one when she tried to socialize with them, for basically dragging their brother into the conflict that led to his death.

Old habits die hard, though, and the Wind Bureau wasn't even its own branch, just a Thunder Bureau subsidiary, leaving her with plenty of free time to gossip and organize all sorts of inter-department social events——to the point where both Wen Zhong and JE started pressuring her to tone it down.

So when PIF joined, Hanzhi was perfectly happy to help out the newbie in any ways she could. Like, this girl was ambitious, eager to make a name for herself, and actually wanted to do a good job, while Hanzhi? She was perfectly happy to hand most of her duties to someone else and resign to a lesser position where she could actually slack off and chit-chat in peace.

Meanwhile, in the East Sea, on a mountain, a stone was slowly nurtured by Heaven and Earth.

#lego monkie kid #lmk #lmk au #journey of the gods #investiture of the gods #fsyy #fengshen yanyi

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journeythroughlifesblog · 1 year ago

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'Help' au Chapter 6. (part three)

The night was calm. This time there was no demon wanting to attack. The stars in the sky shone like never before. The moon was full. He illuminated the clearing with his light. Night was a warrior's favorite time of day. Quiet and calm as it might seem to a mere mortal, but not to a six-eared Macaque. He could hear the faint rustling of the grass caused by the gentle breeze of the pleasant breeze. He could hear the pilgrims' breaths and heartbeats, but the most important wonders for a warrior were the calm breathing and the proper functioning of his king's heart. At least his sun could rest for the night. This tea really lasts a long time, he thought. Hearing his lover's breathing and heartbeat had a calming effect on Macaqua. Looking at the stars, he began to think about what would happen and what he could do. I will definitely watch him every step of the way, I can't let the same situation happen when he saw that monk. I've never seen sunlight so scared before, it could have ended with a heart attack, but thanks to this tea.. may it never happen again. I need to think of something about this end of the journey… but what? I can't just bot it or they'll figure it out. I can't tell him the truth so suddenly, it will end badly, but on the other hand, if I don't tell him, he'll be even angrier. Nezha mentioned that the crown was supposed to control him and especially his fury, which means that damn crown from what I can see can activate itself. I don't know what happens when it activates with a sudden surge of energy… I have a bad feeling about it. But wait, since they already had this crown planned and knew what it was for, the question is what do they want to use Wukong for in the future? They certainly didn't want him for anything. Surely they know something that is a threat to them, that's why they need Wkong, because he was able to destroy almost the entire sky. And this leads to the conclusion that a war is brewing in which he was supposed to be part of Wukong. Used as a weapon… oh no, no, no!! But that was their original plan, they don't know what state he's in yet. They've already sentenced him. I can't let that happen! What can I do? What can I do… Guain can help, Nezha. Who else? Maybe DBK even though we are on bad terms he would definitely fight. If it wasn't for the brotherhood that was imprisoned maybe… not them, a bunch of clowns are out. Maybe the pilgrims, but they're too weak. Even though their fight with me was quite ok. Okay, now the question is who does heaven fear the most? Who is threatening them? And so the warrior thought all night. Looking at the stars looking for answers. At first the king dreamed of nothing. He wanted rest. Rest and nothing else. He felt better. He could breathe freely. The ground wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep, but it had to be enough until he got home. Oh how he longed to see his mountain and herd again. Let them be nothing, he thought. He was already relaxed when he got a vision of probably fighting, but he couldn't tell for sure because he saw everything blurry. As one vision ended, another appeared. He saw something like a mountain and at the same time a glow of energy similar to his own energy and yet different. He couldn't explain it, but it was nice, similar, familiar… the vision was gone. A chill appeared. He felt his body stiffen from the cold. He couldn't do anything about it in this dream. He had a bad feeling about the future.

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5sosfanfictioncatalogue · 1 year ago

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Dark/Gore/Horror Masterlist

All This Hurt Can Finally Fade, Promise Me You'll Never Feel Afraid (ao3) - onceuponatime michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: The zombie apocalypse has happened and Luke has been bitten.

among us (ao3) - hummingluke luke/ashton M, 2k

Summary: "Luke clenches his jaw as he looks back down at the cups of swirling black sludge. He hates this. They’re scheduled to be on Polus for another month and a half, but more and more he finds himself hoping it’s over sooner than that, because he can’t stand the fear and distrust permeating every space on the base. He just wants to leave this hell, and he’s starting to care less and less whether that happens via the dropship, or a quick fall into the lava pit."

or, the Among Us AU that nobody asked for

come alive and bring the thunder (ao3) - merlypops michael/luke E, 36k

Summary: Prince Luke of the Faeries is forced to marry King Michael after a War between kingdoms threatens to tear their lives apart… and maybe Luke and Michael fall in love too. Maybe.

dreams you left behind (ao3) - rocketshiptospace luke/ashton, michael/calum T, 10k

Summary: Luke's aircraft crashes in the middle of a zombie invested area. An unexpected voice from his radio becomes his savior.

fear the fever (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember luke/ashton M, 8k

Summary: The breeze shifts and Ashton catches a whiff of a new scent that makes his heartbeat stutter. It’s cold and metallic and hungry in a way that shouldn’t be possible to emulate via smell, which means it can only be one thing: a vampire.

gone off the razor's edge (ao3) - kingscrossinseptember calum/ashton M, 1k

Summary: “You knew I might cause the apocalypse and you still decided to date me?” Calum’s voice rose several octaves as he spoke.

“What can I say, everybody makes bad choices.” Ashton offered up a trembling smile and Calum let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a sob.

i'm not alone (ao3) - orphan_account ot4 M, 22k

Summary: calum had worked hard to get into uni on a sports scholarship. all he wanted was to play football, pass his classes and meet the occasional hot guy.

instead, he moves into a haunted house with his best friend and discovers he might have magic powers? this starting to smell like a netflix original series to anyone else? at least there are still hot love interests, right?

nightmare treatment (ao3) - fermentedpotato michael/luke, calum/ashton M, 32k

Summary: Michael doesn't show up to a meeting; Luke lives a nightmare

spread your wings for me (ao3) - orphan_account luke/ashton N/R, 32k

Summary: He likes watching Luke cough on smoke from a joint, or cry when he gets his lip pierced, or whine when he rides Ashton filthily. He likes the bruises he leaves on Luke’s thighs, and he likes that Luke has to wear turtlenecks to hide his hickeys covering his neck.

He likes destroying Luke’s innocence one little piece at a time.

And this is just another piece that he’s taking for himself.

Or the one where Ashton likes to watch Luke pray, and Luke is more than happy to serve the bad boy of the school.

stay on the path (ao3) - mimi_reads T, 1k

Summary: It's common knowledge that when one goes into the woods, one should stay on the path.

or, another horror story about 5sos

The Artist (ao3) - cupcakemuke michael/luke T, 10k

Summary: luke loves to draw, and michael becomes his muse

There’s no Pride in Sharing Scars to Prove It (ao3) - tigerlily_sunshine michael/calum, luke/ashton M, 15k

Summary: “D’you think that, maybe, life isn’t supposed to be good for some people?” asks Michael. “Like d’you think that, maybe, life is just supposed to be awful and then you die? I mean, you know, for some people?”

“I am certainly the last person you should pose that question to,” answers Calum, “but maybe.”

(In which Michael’s only friends in the entire world are ghosts.)

To Be Unbridled And Unburned (ao3) - Branithar michael/calum, luke/ashton E, 8k

Summary: Since a wealthy businessman found his pelt while he was relaxing on a beach several years ago, Calum's done his best to make the most of his new life. He hasn't been able to like his wife or their home or their neighbours, but he's surviving, at least. Unbeknownst to him, rumours of what his father-in-law did have spread and a shady group of traveling magicians have taken interest in his situation.

Will Be - @daydadahlias (cornflowerblue (daydadahlias)) calum/ashton, michael/ashton, roy/calum, calum/omc, ashton/omc E, 57k

Summary: Calum lives in a small town, and that'd be all well and good if "gay" wasn't a word whispered under the breath and he wasn't fucking the preacher's son along with a handful of other men. He's racking up on secrets, but the newest one he's harboring may be what finally takes everything else down with it.

would you kill for me, my darling? (ao3) - mimi_reads michael/luke M, 1k

Summary: Michael and Luke have a conversation with unexpected consequences.

Your Eyes Are Cooler Than My Beating Heart (ao3) - CliffordAffliction michael/luke E, 64k

Summary: Michael is a demon who somehow makes Luke want to die and live all at the same time

#5sosfanfictioncatalogue #5sos fanfic #5sos #masterlists #halloween #dark #dark masterlist #gore #gore masterlist #horror #horror masterlist

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geekgemsspooksandtoons · 1 year ago

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I’ll just admit this silly thing concerning my Transformers and Godzilla/Monsterverse AU’s I had tried developing. More so my Transformers one and what I was thinking concerning my Godzilla/Monsterverse one.

They usually seem to take ques or ideas from a certain cinematic vision of one director that has inspired me. Because my thought process is, “How do I make the best versions of these characters?” and the developing story seems to go like this.

1. Part 1 is a story that is almost an origin where the main character faces their first greatest challenge against Megatron. Here’s more details concerning this developing AU. https://www.tumblr.com/geekgemsspooksandtoons/716632212644216832/old-cybertronian-warfare-synopsiss?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/geekgemsspooksandtoons/716630447526936576/old-transformers-au-writing-stuff-and-ideas?source=share

Transformers being about an Optimus Prime who’s still being new at being the leader of the Autobots facing against Megatron. Taking the element of Rise of the Beasts...before I had even saw the film.

Godzilla being about a young adult Godzilla going from an angry animal who has been tragically affected by the nuclear fallout of the America dropping nuclear bombs. But Godzilla making the choice to fight a monster with a possible similar origin of him, but not having the tragic angle and being less sympathetic than him.

2. Part 2 would be testing the main characters in a story against a character or characters that make them rethink their existence. As their own existence is questioned by humanity and the main character making a choice for the better that they will determine their own destiny as they become the savior of the planet.

For Transformers...here are the details. https://www.tumblr.com/geekgemsspooksandtoons/716633316766498816/scrapped-dinobot-speech?source=share https://www.tumblr.com/geekgemsspooksandtoons/716635123155632128/scrapped-transformers-final-battle?source=share

For Godzilla...the developing idea was well...a mixture of ideas.

The concept of Kong going to war with Godzilla. Which is turns out, their species had a violent history with one another. Despite Kong not being a giant radioactive dinosaur, he kicks Godzilla’s ass due to not how smart he is. But also, how unrelenting he is that it actually makes Godzilla scared how a creature is determined to kill him.

Again, taking my idea of replacing the roles of the Monsterverse versions. Where Kong is the old veteran and Godzilla while being powerful, is rather young.

While the world is trying to figure out how to coexist with these monsters and what to do with them. And Mothra trying to break up the fight between Godzilla and Kong probably. King Ghidorah rises and pretty much threatens everything on the planet. And revealing the history to one of the main characters and maybe others through a mind link that doesn’t kill them. Showcasing Ghidorah’s memories that well...

The Godzillas and Kongs were rival species, they hated each other, started war with one another. But when Ghidorah arrived, he/they saw that both Alpha Titans were giant threats. So, Ghidorah waged a one Titan war against both species. Resulting in Godzillas and Kongs to unite as one. But Ghidorah drove both species to near extinction, specifically when he targeted the mothers and infants, making sure more couldn’t be made.

Yeah, Ghidorah caused massive infanticide. He/they literally killed babies. And Ghidorah was only stopped when Mothra was able to trap him somewhere, keeping him frozen for millions of years. But because of what he had done. Ghidorah basically destroyed the world. And Godzilla’s and Kong’s were driven to near extinction. While other species helped eliminating more of each species down the line such as the Skull Crawlers with the Kongs. But it was Ghidorah who started it...Ghidorah literally destroyed the world or almost destroyed the world once until Mothra had to do something to trap him.

But yeah, it ends with every human military helping Godzilla, Kong and Mothra to fight against Ghidorah as they realized how pointless their wars are compared to this. Originally, Kong wasn’t in this idea at first but...

Yeah...King Ghidorah. Destroyer of worlds, destroyer of entire species, baby killer, and whatever else. Such as being the one that destroyed the natural world of Titans, slowly making it more habitable for human beings. And this idea goes with this post here. https://www.tumblr.com/geekgemsspooksandtoons/719734669689700352/geekgemsspooksandtoons-i-legit-want-a?source=share

Back to the point...all of these stories...and where they got their idea...and how they get this way or the similarities...I like to thank one man. And that’s Zack Snyder. He’s the God damn blueprint.

#GeekGem Rambles

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aimportantdragoncollector · 2 years ago

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Coming in with a Dum Dum! Imagine Izuku tries to give AfO a cursed amulet as a "Present" because he absolutely cares about his father and would never wish harm on him and is absolutely happy to stay and has zero plans to run away to be adopted by that "Barbarian" Toshinori.

This clearly must be a fantasy world setting. I’ll let All for One be the Demon King, since that’s the only good thing which will happen to him in this AU.

Izuku is the demon prince, but he’s always admired adventurers. When the legendary Barbarian All Might puts out a notice seeking a new apprentice for his party, Izuku is determined to apply. Unfortunately, Izuku’s father cast a spell on him preventing them from ever being more than ten meters apart. (Family members hate this one trick to prevent them from escaping!)

Izuku creates a magical amulet that will trap his father inside as soon as he touches it. Then Izuku offers up the amulet as a birthday gift. As soon as All for One puts it on, he’s sucked into the glowing red gem. Then Izuku can disguise himself, leave the castle, and head off to be an adventurer.

All for One is shocked—and then deliriously happy! Finally he has a family member who loves him enough to vault him! All for One refuses to believe that Izuku doesn’t want to be stuck with him and insists this is proof of love. For the entirety of Izuku’s adventures, he’s stuck with All for One as a ghost giving him evil advice.

Izuku successfully becomes All Might’s apprentice. They get sent on a mission to kill the demon king. To their surprise, all the demons they meet are extremely friendly and welcoming. (Izuku is sweating bullets and quietly threatening people not to reveal his real identity.) The party concludes that demons have an unfairly poor reputation and abandon the mission. This ushers in a new era of peace and harmony between humans and demons. All for One is miffed because he spent years trying to destroy interspecies relations so he could begin his war of conquest.

#5 headcanons game #closed ask game

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ecto-stone · 2 years ago

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Friend From the Other Side AU?? or FFOS!AU for short

Is created originally as a One shot comic “ Biology Lesson” Base on the Idea of What if Vlad is a Teen and a Ghost that turn half Human ,the total opposite from Danny Human to Ghost.

Latter grow into a full AU as it some how gain a lots of attention.And as a result of it rapid unplanned growth it share alots of it lore with it brother AU My Blood. So thing like

-Hivemind Demons Spectra, Unworld Dimension, what is Elsewhereness,The Dark Dragon Family Drama, Evil Observants, ect ... ect ..Advance Rework of DP original power system is expected.

Main Protag

Danny (Daniel) James Fenton Age: 14 (when turn Halfa) , 15 (when AU story started) Height: 167 cm Personality: Shy and Quiet, stoic a bit of a Loner, but Quite Bold as Phantom

Core Element: Ice Soul Element: Water-Air Alias: Phantom, Inviso Bill, The White Haired One (by the Yeti), Ghost Boy. Backstory After the Portal didn’t activate. Mr and Mrs Fenton cut the power to the portal and go back to check the blue print and the calculation to see what could possibly be wrong. Mean while Danny and his friend who is over for a Sleep over ,coming down to the basement for some nice mad science theme photo shoot. Each of them coming down through the portal ladder to take a pic, Sam, Tucker, But when it Danny turn he jump down mid ladder to a loud thunk to look cool.

But then the portal Suddenly glow Bright, sound of electric hissing and buzzing through air, turn out Synth Ecto Plasm is a great Energy storage substant. There was a big Flash, and young Danny stuck in the portal hole unable to escape in time suffer the full blash.

Time of the accident Amity Park, Fenton House hold, 2:25 AM, 30/8/20xx Danny fall into a 4 month coma afterward, result in his social life get ruin. As his accident get on the new and while the fenton parent blame Sam for the Idea, Sam parent threatened to sue the Fenton for threatening their children life by letting them come into a Dangerous lab unspervised.

Result in Sam is Ban from ever coming close to the Fenton again. While the Foley stay quiet and avoid the issue entirely. After woken up from the coma, Danny start developing Ghost Power. And starting his work as a Ghost Hunter as he found out the portal open caused the entire town to suffer from a horrible ghost infestation.

Phantom first sighting is on May 5

CO-Protagonist

Vladimir Judy Plasmius/Fenton/Masters. Age: 13 (in ghost year when turn halfa), 14 (when AU started) Height: 159 cm Personality: Sassy,Mischevious and hyper, with a hint of abandonment issue

Core Element: Fire --evo-->Electric Soul Element: Earth --evo--> Metal Alias: Little Wisconsin Ghost, Plasmius, Fated Dark One (by the Observant council) Backstory After the great ghost and human war that ended back in the 20s with a truce thank to Agent W (Will Walker). The Portal and the GIW agency is dissolve. Until recently.

Time of the accident Wisconsin, GIW Omega Base, 2:25 AM, 30/8/20xx Portal Status: Destroyed Casualty: 143 Capture subject: P1-A5-M1115 Power rating: Extremely Dangerous (X) Tranfer to containment Base Delta 5 on Dec 12 Current Status: Escape (self contain) Recent Sighting: Dairy King Castle, May7 Amity park, July 13.

How they meet: Behind a Wisconsin Denny as Danny is on a Family visiting trip. As Danny encounter a rouge ghost and assume Vlad to be the rouge ghost Only to get his Ass toss like a Salad by this Feral looking Ghost that just eat trash straight from a dumster. To which Danny later offer a burger as a peace treaty and a deal to help capture the rouge ghost. Vlad later followed Danny back to Amity Park to play role as an annoyance, before actually teaming up to aid in ghost hunting to get more Snack from Danny per deal.

What the story about?

It’s about the forming friendship of two unded boi from two different world.

and their Adventure in Both Realm.

#Friend from the other side AU ??#this prob left you with more question then awnswer

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versadies · 3 years ago

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Hi! Can I get

-Tri-Color Dango+ imported poultry+Mint Jelly+Dango Milk+Mustard?

Whether Baal plays a good or evil role in fairytale AU is fine! I think both will turn out equally interesting.

the dark fairy — raiden shogun x gn!reader

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order. THE DARK FAIRY

date. raiden shogun and ayato (w/ gn!reader)

receipt. tri-color dango (raiden shogun) + imported poultry (fairytale au) + mint jelly (fluff) + dango milk (normal!raiden-shogun) + mustard (drabble)

spices. fairytale au (the sleeping beauty), angst/fluff, mentions of war, mentions of blood, violence, spoilers to raiden shogun's real name, ayato makes an appearance here but isn't really important, mentions of betrayal

ingredients. in which ei finds love in you, a human who sees her more than just some evil fairy that your people would tell as scary stories to their children.

vip list. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @hoshikistarlight @aqualesha @renamichii @serami00 @chiruru @shenhesl0ver

chef's note. hope you enjoy this !! i super got excited when i saw this bcuz my first thought is raiden as maleficient's role of her movie (even more so when i decided to make reader the spouse of the (evil) king instead of making them the child of the king since the age would be weird) <333

despite the stories and encounters some humans in the kingdom of eien have faced, ei is not an evil person, but a fairy who swears to go full devotion in keeping her home safe from the filthy hands of those who has ill intents against the enchanted forest – the last remaining place that protects and contains magical creatures and things alike – as ordered by her sister, makoto, who has long passed away after being slain by a human.

every single story that a human has said about the “dark fairy of the enchanted forest” are all nothing but a story of how ei protected the forest with both her excellent skills in martial arts and in dark magic. the infamous war between enchanted creatures vs an army from the kingdom of eien has further proved that ei is indeed one powerful fairy after destroying half the army with just the slam of her staff, winning the war in the process and forced the king to have no choice but obey her wishes in leaving the forest alone.

sure, her appearance may seem.. intimidating, but she could care less in changing it since it can threaten those who dare to harm the forest on her watch.

so when she first encounters a human who isn’t afraid of her nor intends to harm anyone or anything in the enchanted forest, she was shocked to say the least. are you perhaps a shapeshifter who pretends to be human and forgot to shift back? or were you perhaps another elf who hid their ears to trick others into thinking you’re human?

it was the fact that the fairy couldn’t trace nor sense any magic from you that gave ei one last confirmation that you are indeed a human who’s harmless to her kind.

you quickly noticed her presence as you were busy petting a small creature who’s satisfied with your touch, letting out a sigh of relief.. “oh thank goodness you’re here – i honestly thought i won’t make it back to the kingdom.” you spoke, slowly standing up from kneeling on the ground as ei furrows her eyebrows. can’t you see her horns? her wings? why aren’t you scared of her?

“i hope i’m not disturbing you or anyone else around the forest. i just needed to get away from the palace for some fresh air–”

“you could’ve stayed by the kingdom grounds instead of running far away to a place like this, human.” the fairy interrupts, her stern and echoing voice causes a few birds above to fly away. “you should leave now when you have the chance. you’re lucky i decided to not attack you straight away.”

you laughed lightly in response, trying to lighten up the atmosphere around the two of you. “that was the plan, actually. but i fear that i’m quite lost since the forest is far larger than i expected. could you… show me the way back? i promise, i won’t tell a single soul that i came here and–”

“there’s no need,” ei looks away from your gaze, moving her staff around before the trees behind you suddenly start moving to make a pathway, causing your eyes to widen in awe. “just follow that path and you’ll be able to make it out of the forest. i expect to not come across you again.”

you nodded in response, bowing to the fairy. “you have my gratitude ms. fairy.” you spoke before heading towards the pathway in a rush, leaving ei alone watching you go away.

perhaps not all humans are bad.

she honestly thought she’ll never see you again, and it confuses her to no end that she feels… disappointed.

it didn’t even take a week before she encountered you once more, but this time, she finds you crouching in front of the forest in quite a formal outfit (something that’s very much so different from the attire you wore last time), a frown visible on your face.

“i take it that you’re here once more for fresh air?” ei spoke first, surprising you in the process as you instantly stood up from the ground, still facing in the opposite direction.

“forgive me.. i know i’m not allowed inside the forest so.. i decided to just stay outside the forest instead.” you replied, shoulders still slumped.

it feels strange, really. ei had never thought she'd find herself talking to another human in such a calm and civil way with them despite the differences between each other. then again, you’re quite an interesting human.

the fairy stays silent for a moment, looking at her staff before looking back at you with a small sigh. “...you may stay around here as long as you want, but you must return before the sun falls.”

she quickly notices the way your shoulders were slowly no longer slumping anymore, watching you turn around to her with a hopeful look on your face. “really?” you ask.

ei nodded slowly. “yes. though, this doesn’t mean i’ll leave you alone for good, as the protector of the enchanted forest, i must ensure that you’re truly here without any ill intent towards my home.”

you nodded in understanding, your smile still held up. “you’ll have to keep me company for a looong time then, i have no ill intentions towards a place as special as the enchanted forest.”

the woman blinks a few times, processing your words for a moment.

“...i’ll take your word for it.”

since then, ei started finding herself enjoying your company as you often sneak out from the kingdom grounds just to get some “fresh air” from your life, chatting the day away with the dark fairy all day about basically anything as you admire the view of the kingdom from afar.

it only took months before the dark fairy finally welcomed you to the enchanted forest, catching a lot of enchanted creatures’ attention for the first time, especially a certain fox who has come to notice ei’s uplifting mood for the past months.

“not only is my dearest friend in a good mood for a long time, but has also invited a human to the enchanted forest for the first time in forever.” yae miko comments, turning into her human form as ei arrives at her sanctuary. “don’t tell me the dark fairy of the enchanted forest has gone soft over a human, that would be quite a turn of events for everyone who knows you.”

ei ignores the mischievous woman and continues walking towards her room. “i could care less what everyone else thinks. the human has proved that they mean no harm to our home–”

“that fact alone would quite please the king from that ginormous palace then.” the pink-haired woman retorts, smirking at the confused look that began to form at the dark fairy’s face. “especially since that human you’re so fond of is his spouse.”

those words alone made ei stop her tracks, causing yae to further explain about you with a giggle. “it’s quite endearing really. to see you chat with the person who’s vowed to marry the king who ordered his pesky men to kill your sister, do you think he ordered them to kill you too once you’ve gone too soft?”

the sudden drop of atmosphere alongside the dark energy emanating from the fairy had gone noticed by the woman, who’s all the more amused of her master’s reactions.

“y/n.. would never kill me,” ei said, not bothering to face the fox. “they would’ve killed me long ago – especially when i slept on their lap or.. or when i turned away from them for a few minutes – they could’ve killed me when they had multiple chances.”

“are you trying to convince me or are you just convincing yourself with that explanation?”

ei tried to come up with words, trying to convince her familiar that no, you are not the same as those who have wronged her and everyone in the forest, but all of her words are stuck in her throat.

she wanted to talk to you about it, only for you to beat her to it.

“ei…” you held her hands, looking at her with sad eyes. “i trust that you won't do anything no matter what i’m about to say… right?”

the woman stares at you with furrowed eyebrows, conflicted with her complicated emotions that she can’t find herself to explain. despite already knowing your identity, the fairy couldn’t find herself to be angry about it. just how much have you affected her to the point where she couldn’t bring herself to hate someone like you? someone who looks past her scary appearance and dark stories about her that’s been spread around your kingdom and sees her that no other human would see her as: a friend.

“...you have my word, y/n.” she spoke carefully, as if it would crush your soul if she said the wrong words.

you smile, though it doesn’t reach your eyes.

“..i’m cursed by the king.”

silence.

ei’s mouth was open agape, her conflicted expression soon turned to shock as her breath hitches from your words. cursed? since when can humans use dark magic?

you caress the fairy’s hands, looking away from her strong gaze in sadness. “i’m sure you know of this already but i’ll soon become the king’s spouse in due time… so he was quite furious when he found out about his own fiance running away from the kingdom just to visit his opponent’s land.”

the fairy stays silent, processing your explanation.

“apparently.. the general followed me the other day and spotted you and i together and told the king as soon as he came back to the palace.” your voice shakes. “i-i tried to deny that i’ve been seeing you but he just became angrier from that. so he called the sorcerer of the palace and cursed me.”

“as soon as the next full moon has passed, i shall be lured towards the nearest spindle wheel and fall into deep slumber from just a prick of the needle,” you recited the curse. it dawns on ei that the next full moon will be tomorrow. “only true love’s kiss shall break the curse.”

if it weren’t for your grip on her hands, ei would’ve clenched them into fists and face the king in anger. how dare he curse an innocent person like you for only keeping a fairy company?!

“when did he curse you?”

“...last night.”

the fairy lets in a deep breath, refraining herself from scaring you of her anger.

“it feels good to let this out from my chest, to be quite frank,” you commented, trying to lighten up the mood. “i… i guess sleeping for eternity is quite better than being with someone as power-hungry as he.”

the dark fairy grits her teeth, angry at herself for not noticing the presence of a curse from you when she saw you. if only she wasn’t so interested in you then maybe you wouldn’t have been cursed by the king out of jealousy and suffer the consequences alone.

she absolutely can’t let this slide.

ei slowly stands up from the ground, summoning her staff as she faces your direction with a determined look on her face. “it won’t hurt to try and cure you with my magic, don’t you think?”

you stayed silent in response, letting the dark fairy do as she wishes towards you.

she points her staff towards you, her purple orbs glowing from the process. “by the power of dark magic, let this eternal curse be gone no more and cure the unfortunate soul from eternal slumber.”

nothing happened.

not a single sight of magic came from her staff, nor were there any dark energy coming out from you.

“...nothing will work, ei.” you spoke defeatedly, still looking down at your lap. “the only cure is my true love, you know that.”

ei clenches her staff tight. she refuses to lose another person again - not when she finally found comfort in you and sees you as a friend –

or maybe… even more than a friend.

you slowly stood up from the ground and faced the woman. “it’s fine, ei. i don’t mind having this curse if it’s the consequence i’ll receive from spending time with you. besides.. i think i already know who my true love is.”

her eyes widened. you’re in love with someone else?

your smile became genuine and loving this time from just thinking about someone she doesn’t know. could it be another ruler from the neighboring kingdoms? or perhaps someone who’s outside from the palace?

“i met them many moons ago, and i find myself spending time with them as time proceeds. the king isn’t aware of them since they’re not from the palace, but somewhere… near the enchanted forest.” you confessed. “although i’m unsure of their feelings towards me, i still indulge myself into thinking they’re my true love.”

“...who are they?”

before you could open your mouth and say something, both of you were interrupted by the sounds of horses and men coming not too far away from where you are.

“there they are!” the general shout, pointing his sword towards you as he and some knights following became nearer and nearer.

just as ei tries to cast her magic and open her wings to protect you, the general immediately throws some kind of potion at the two of you, causing the vial to break and let out dark smoke surround the both of you.

the dark fairy calls out to you when you immediately pass out from the intoxicated smoke, rushing towards you with worry.

it only took a few seconds before ei finds herself falling down to the ground as well, causing her eyes to widen in realization that she too have been intoxicated from the smoke, to which the dark fairy grasps it contains dark magic and not an herbal kind.

ei slowly reaches her hand out towards you, paying no mind to how her vision starts to blur (and how a certain pink-haired lady has suddenly appeared out of nowhere)

i’ll come to you when i wake up.

by the time ei comes back to you, it was too late.

as soon as she woke up in her sanctuary (thanks to yae miko, who wasn’t pleased that she had to deal with the guards), ei didn’t hesitate to start looking for the person you love. it was quite hard, really. there’s not a single person in sight who’s walking around the outskirts of the forest as she flies around the forest.

it wasn’t until she spotted a man riding his horse around the place when she instantly flew straight to him.

“do you know y/n?” she asks, paying no mind to how the man’s horse panics when she lands on the ground.

“...you know them?” the man asks, tilting his head. “my name is ayato, have you se–”

ei immediately interrupts the man by the flick of her hand, causing him to instantly pass out on his horse.

now, all she has to do is to get to you.

the king was truly such a hassle for the fairy. not only did he curse the person she’s dearly fond of, but had also made the whole kingdom (or maybe even the entire nation) that she was the one who cursed you, causing the people to become angered at both the dark fairy and those from the enchanted forest.

so it was quite nice to see the king fall to his knees in front of her, bleeding from his injuries that she made herself as his back leans against the edge of the roof they’re on.

“it’s too late for you,” he said with a cackle, blood sprouting out from his mouth. “you will never wake them up, not when the–”

ei suddenly kicks the king without letting him finish, watching him fall down to his death. “inferior.”

the dark fairy took a few steps back, taking a deep breath as she relished the relief that the person who killed her sister had passed away.

the relief dies as soon as she hears ayato, who’s still passed out and is currently floating thanks to her magic, snoring loudly. how irritating, she thinks, huffing before walking back inside the palace and starts looking for your room. what do you even see in this man?

it was quite hard to look for your chambers, she’ll admit. every time she opens a door and doesn’t see you, her worries grow as well as her disappointment. as soon as you wake up, the better it’ll be for her, even if she has to watch you get kissed by another and be with him for the rest of your life.

when she opens the door, her heart is crushed at the sight of your bedroom.

the king was too cruel. how could he let you sleep in such a place that is less than a prison room?

ei slowly walk towards you, clenching her teeth when she sees your unconscious state. you looked so pale, a person would’ve mistaken you to be dead.

she flicks her hand once more, unbothered by the sound of a loud thud from ayato behind her, who instantly groans from the impact of his fall.

“where am i–”

“wake y/n up.” ei commands, still staring at you with a frown. “i can’t bear to see them unconscious.”

ayato slowly stands up, now realizing his surroundings alongside the sight of you laying on a bed. “...what do you mean wake y/n up?”

the fairy clenches her fists. “only true love’s kiss can wake them up. you’re the only one who can do it.” she clarifies, looking at the man with a glare.

the man hesitates for a moment, staring down at you. just what is he hesitating about?

ei instantly takes a few steps aside when ayato starts walking towards you, her heart races in anticipation as he comes closer and closer to you before he finds himself leaning close to your face.

he then leans his lips against yours and she could only close her eyes in sadness.

it took only a few seconds before the man instantly pulls away, staring down at you with hopes that he’ll see your orbs-

only to find your eyes still closed like before.

ayato is not your true love.

just as ayato tries to look behind and see ei, the fairy angrily flicks her hand, watching him come back to his unconscious state once more.

if ayato isn’t your true love, then who is? there’s not a single person who comes around the enchanted forest besides you – and if there was, who’s to say they’re your true love as you wished they’d be?

ei felt her shoulders slump, biting her lip in frustration. she should’ve known not to become attached to you, everyone she loves would always end up being out of her reach.

she lets out a shaky breath, kneeling down against the concreted floor as she uses the staff as her support.

“forgive me, y/n,” she whispers. “i failed you.. it’s my fault that you were cursed in the first place.. i should’ve forced you to leave when i had the chance.”

it’s my fault that i fell in love with you.

she glances around the room for just a moment, before she uses her staff once more and transforms the cold and lifeless room into an extravagant and comfortable one. if she can’t wake you up, the best thing she can do is to make your surroundings a sanctuary just like hers, a place where you’ll find comfort even when you’ll never see the day with ei again.

“i’m.. i’m glad to have met a human like you, y/n.” she spoke, slowly standing up before walking towards you as well. “maybe when celestia allows, we’ll meet again in a world where they’ll accept me as much as how you accepted me.”

she musters up the courage to plant a kiss on your forehead, closing her eyes to savor the feeling of being able to be affectionate for the first time in centuries.

‘till we meet again, y/n. she thought, pulling away from your forehead and immediately wiping the tears that began to form in her eyes.

she gasped when she saw your familiar e/c orbs staring back at hers.

“i’m glad to have met someone like you as well, ei.”

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2,500 words of the Moshang Forced Marriage AU, in which the PIDW plot is turned off and Tianlang-Jun doesn’t fall, but this only causes even more problems for Mobei-Jun and Shang Qinghua. Written on my phone.

Shang Qinghua stumbled back into his leisure house with a jar of Zui Xian Peak’s best light wine in one hand and a sack of Qian Cao Peak’s tastiest specialty melon seeds in the other. He kicked the door closed, kicked off his shoes, and then kicked back for some quality lounging.

“Ahhh, now this is more like it!” he declared, wiggling into the cushions worthy of a head disciple’s house. “It’s all shoving off my chores onto other people from here on out! Having flatcakes on order with a snap of my fingers! Making some other poor bastard deal with Shen Qingqiu and Liu Qingge - at each other’s throats even at Yue-Shixiong’s nice dinner to celebrate our future ascension, eugh. I’ve really earned this! I’ve suffered enough!”

He dropped the sack of seeds onto the side table and fiddled with the wine, embarrassingly clumsy despite the fact that he was sober. As always, he’d been much too chicken-shit to really indulge around other people. He needed his fast reflexes for ducking and running away when he was out and about! Plus, people would freak the fuck out if a transmigrator started running his mouth, giving everyone existential issues and shit, so him waiting until he was alone to drink was really more of a societal service here than sad.

The Transmigration System had also been a concern before, but not anymore!

Shang Qinghua raised his jar and laughingly declared, “The plot is dead! Long live the free author! Ah, this toast is a little late, but better late than never, huh?”

At long last, this transmigrator had managed to get into the Transmigration System’s settings and turn off the plot! It had honestly been a little infuriating just how easy it had been, once he’d hit on the right combination of things to open the right settings menu. There may or may not have been a lot of outraged shrieking and frustrated crying, after all the sweat, blood, and tears he’d shed to become the head disciple of An Ding Peak. All Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky had needed to do, in the end, was flick a few buttons from “on” to “off”. Outrageous.

“No more missions! No more restrictions! And no more bad endings for anyone! Ah, at least for everyone besides Huan Hua Palace Sect’s old master, that is… but, heh heh, I really think that I and the new Empress Su Xiyan can live with that,” Shang Qinghua muttered, then took a drink, wiggling deeper into his lounging and feeling very good about himself.

He felt as free as a bird! As free as the wind! Why shouldn't he celebrate his newfound freedom and future as a Cang Qiong Peak Lord by doing a little bit of nothing at all?

Shang Qinghua shamelessly did his best to become a lump. As he toasted to the distant happy couple and the bouncy baby protagonist on his way, with wine and melon seeds both, he removed all but one layer of clothing, tossed his belt and his jewelry on top of the pile, and yanked everything out of his hair. He slid from a sitting position to a totally horizontal one without realizing how it had happened, then he let heavy eyes fall closed with the knowledge that everything was going to be so much better now.

A person knew things were good when they could fall asleep just like this.

Then a burst of cold air startled him into looking up at a shadowy figure stepping out of nowhere above him. Shang Qinghua shrieked with terror.

"SHUT UP!” the shadow snarled. “Get up!”

“What- my king?!”

Mobei-Jun didn’t wait and grabbed Shang Qinghua by the front of his robes, hauling him to his feet. The wine sloshed against the floor and the melon seeds scattered around them. Shang Qinghua yelped, choked, and then wheezed and flailed, and then yelped again as his loose robes got a little looser with the rough handling and he slipped in Mobei-Jun's grip.

"What- get dressed!" Mobei-Jun snapped, and then dragged him into the bedroom right away.

"The sight of my naked chest offends you this much, bro?!" Shang Qinghua thought, stumbling along. "There's not enough room in this house for two tits-out outfits?! What the fuck is going on?!"

Mobei-Jun threw Shang Qinghua towards the dresser. He just barely managed to catch himself, taking a hard wooden edge to the gut and stubbing his toe on its base, instead of falling and concussing himself at least. Shit! It still hurt, though!

"Get dressed!" Mobei-Jun snapped again, pointing at the dresser for emphasis. "Now!"

"Right away! Right away, my king!" With shaking hands, his heart thundering in his ears, Shang Qinghua pulled out the first set of robes his fingers touched.

"Not those!"

"Aah!"

Shang Qinghua dropped the robes onto the floor. They were the regular everyday robes of an An Ding Peak disciple, plain and sturdy, something that the demon had seen him in many times before.

"Wh- what's wrong with th-these?"

"Too plain!" Mobei-Jun barked, and stalked forward to shove Shang Qinghua aside and go through the dresser himself.

Shang Qinghua stumbled away and took shelter near his bed, quickly retying his current robes to prevent another fucking nip-slip or worse. He watched with wide eyes as Mobei-Jun threw his clothing to the floor as not good enough. The next drawer was yanked open with so much strength that it splintered and tilted crookedly to one side.

"My king, why-?! What's happening?! Are- are we going somewhere?! Who does this servant have to impress?!"

Mobei-Jun finished throwing aside everything in this drawer and tried to shove it back in, but it was too broken to be moved. The demon snarled, yanked the entire drawer from the dresser with another terrible splintering sound, and threw the drawer out of his way. It hit Shang Qinghua in the chest and sent him sprawling back onto his bed.

He lay there and wheezed without shoving it away, just feeling the impact rattle through his ribs. He heard another drawer splinter.

"Ah, so this is how I die?" he thought. "Just as expected: with a bang AND a whimper."

He pushed the drawer to one side and sat up, only to be smacked in the face with the robes thrown at him. They were the nicest robes he owned. The An Ding Peak Lord had ordered them for him for the coming ascension of a new generation of Peak Lords, so they had all sorts of fancy embroidery and several heavy layers, which meant Shang Qinghua fell back against the bed again under their weight when they hit his head. He sat up again and then gawked at these robes he had never worn and wasn't supposed to wear yet-

"Tianlang-Jun."

"Aha, what?" Shang Qinghua looked at the demon lord scowling at him. "My king…? What about Tianlang-Jun…? This- no. What?! My king, you can't mean to take this servant before the Demon Emperor, that would be ridic-"

"Get dressed," Mobei-Jun snapped.

"It's not Tianlang-Jun, right? Why-?! What's really going on here? Are we going somewhere? Are we meeting someone?"

Shang Qinghua got to his feet, but he didn't dare put the fancy robes on, like being nearly naked would save him from being dragged off anywhere else. No amount of nice clothing would ever make the likes of this displaced author impressive to the likes of the OP Demon Emperor, finally sitting on his late sister's throne.

"This servant can't serve his king to the best of his abilities unless he knows what the-"

"My father is dead!"

“...Wh… what?”

Mobei-Jun’s expression was like a thunderstorm. Shadows curled around his clenched fists, as light and heat fled this room that was suddenly even smaller than Shang Qinghua remembered it being.

"My father…" Mobei-Jun repeated, slowly, daring Shang Qinghua not to understand a second time. "...is dead."

Shang Qinghua stared in horror, the robes slipping out of his hands, which itched to count all the years that had just been skipped even though he knew he didn't have enough fingers. Thirty years or so? Definitely more than twenty. His breath came out in a trembling fog as he demanded:

"H-how?!"

"Tianlang-Jun," Mobei-Jun said again, through gritted teeth.

Good point! Good point! Who the fuck else could it be? The real question was why the fuck?! And also what the fuck was Shang Qinghua of all people supposed to do about clashes between OP demon lords?!

Mobei-Jun advances on Shang Qinghua, the shadows in his fists writhing like he's strangling them. "Tianlang-Jun took offense to some of my clan's foolish disrespect towards his human Empress and he made an example of my father. He has threatened to destroy the body unless a suitable gesture is made."

"But… the power of your ancestors…"

Mobei-Jun, looming over him, shoved him down to his knees to pick up the robes he had dropped, and snarled: "Get dressed."

Shang Qinghua snatched up the robes and skittered away to dress himself up for the slaughter. His heart was racing fast, but his mind seemed to be going even faster, almost too fast to actually think and also do things like make sure clothes weren't inside-out as he put them on.

The power of the Mobei clan rested in the ascension ritual in which the new king "consumed" the body of the old king. Spiritually and… er… possibly also physically? Shang Qinghua had no idea if the System had picked up on those implications or not. Anyway, if Mobei-Jun's father's body was destroyed, then he wouldn't receive that power-up necessary to enforce his rule, which would make him the target of every ambitious cousin and every greedy neighbor. The Mobei clan would probably fall into civil war and the rest of the northern kingdoms would follow them into bloody battle.

Shang Qinghua's favorite character, currently glaring at him for the fancy clothes probably making him look even less fancy by comparison, was sure to die. Mobei-Jun's shitty uncle had probably already picked the poisoned knife with which to stab him in the back.

"My king… what… what gesture is being made here…? This servant… this servant really needs to know how he's supposed to be of service…"

Shang Qinghua also needed to know whether or not he needed to take the first available window to run away. He definitely wasn't above leaping out of literal windows. If Mobei-Jun intended on hanging him over to Tianlang-Jun as a human sacrifice or some shit, then promises of loyalty might expire a lot sooner than originally planned!

At the question, Mobei-Jun's expression only darkened and the room darkened again with it. The cold seemed to spread from Shang Qinghua's skin deep into his twisting chest.

"Marriage," Mobei-Jun said, again through gritted teeth. "Tianlang-Jun has suggested marriage to a human as a worthy gesture."

"M-marriage?"

Mobei-Jun looked so fucking murderous that Shang Qinghua knew he hadn't misheard. He had to have misheard, though, because this was absurd.

"Marriage betw-between me and- and…?"

"Yes."

"And… you?"

"Yes."

Shang Qinghua should have been given an award for not fainting dead away. The System should have given him a million points for every second he managed to stay conscious, except… the System had essentially been turned off. No more points. No more plot.

No more Proud Immortal Demon Way plot, at least.

Ah, was this some kind of warped vacuum effect? A new plot come to take its place?

"There will be great riches."

Shang Qinghua refocused on the demon glaring at him. Riches?! What the fuck did riches have to do with anything right now?!

"Mobei Clan is the second strongest in the Demon Realm," Mobei-Jun informed him, but the demon was kind of scowling like he resented this now, instead of bragging. "You would not have to work again."

It was a really fucking weird day when being told that his Dream Guy wanted him and that he'd never had to work again was somehow bad news. It almost sounded like Mobei-Jun was… was… trying to persuade Shang Qinghua to marry him by offering wealth, power, and a life of indolence. All things that would tempt most people! Especially blindly greedy, thigh-hugging sect traitors like his character!

"Did… did Tianlang-Jun tell you… to just pick any human?" Shang Qinghua asked faintly. "There weren't… there weren't any requirements…?"

Clearly Mobei-Jun didn't want to be tied to Shang Qinghua of all humans!

"He asked - laughingly - if none of us knew any humans. I said that I did."

Okay, Shang Qinghua fully believed that Mobei-Jun didn't know any other humans. Mobei-Jun was on a deadline and didn't have time to go find the most acclaimed matchmaker or anything. By default, Shang Qinghua was the best, most handsome, most skillful, most wellborn, most desirable, and altogether most marriageable human Mobei-Jun knew - and he was not feeling super fucking thrilled by this victory.

"What… what did my king say about me..? What is the Demon Emperor expecting?" Shang Qinghua could only hope expectations had been set on the floor, preferably into the floor or maybe even underground.

"A disciple of Cang Qiong in my service."

"Oh…"

"Fix your robes."

"What? Oh, shit. Right away!"

Shang Qinghua didn't have a lot of experience wearing robes this nice and Mobei-Jun barking at him to look less like shit wasn't helping. The fact that he was sweating from nerves and his fingers were still shaking a little also wasn't helping. He skittered around to add tasteful ornaments and jewelry, some of which got violently rejected by Mobei-Jun as too ugly to show anyone, but looking down at himself, he mostly just felt like he was throwing shiny gold onto a pile of crap. How could this really fool anyone?

"My king, what… what am I supposed to say to the Demon Emperor? Do you want me to lie? To the Demon Emperor?!"

"Do not speak unless spoken to."

Sure, Shang Qinghua could do that, but was he really supposed to leave the talking to Mobei-Jun?! To Mobei-Jun?! The protagonist's right-hand man had not been known for his silver tongue! Did he think people weren't going to have questions? Like, "How the fuck do you know some random human?" Or, "Holy shit, you're really going to marry THAT one?"

"Isn't… my king, isn't Tianlang-Jun well known for his interest in humans and human stories… though...?"

Love stories! Shang Qinghua was pretty sure that the man loved a good love story! How the fuck were he and Mobei-Jun supposed to pull off a love story? And make it a love story compelling enough to convince a pissed-off Tianlang-Jun to grant the Mobei Clan mercy? Shang Qinghua wasn’t totally sure he was going to be able to do anything besides break down sobbing and curl up into a pathetic ball on the floor.

Mobei-Jun's face twisted slightly, in the way of an angry demon who didn't want to admit that his lowly human servant actually had a super great point. Tianlang-Jun had already proven himself a man who liked to play with his food a little.

"Do not tell some story," Mobei-Jun snarled finally. "Do not speak unless spoken to. Do not lie."

"Of course! Of course! Very wise not to lie to him!” Shang Qinghua told himself to focus on the logistics here; he was the logistics man; it was what he did. If he just kept focusing on the details, he didn’t have to think about the bigger picture. “This servant will remain silent until called upon, which… when… my king, when will that be? Tomorrow morning? I have to tell-"

"Now."

"-my martial sib- what?!"

"Now," Mobei-Jun repeated. "He is waiting."

#moshang forced marriage au #tossawary updates #tossawary svsss #moshang #mobei jun #shang qinghua #svsss

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A Rose Blooms │t.h

pairing: prince!tom holland x princess!reader

words: 8.4k (WHOOPS)

warnings: arranged marriage, SMUT (we been knew), slight praise kink and 10000% breeding kink, therefore unprotected sex, swearing, slight cockwarming & good lord there is so much

summary: Perhaps God does have a sick sense of humour. To allow such misguided souls to one another. Souls that shouldn't be allowed to feel the sense of happiness he can provide, that should accept their dire situations. The Prince of Wales and his new bride can attest to the quite well.

a/n: what do y'all mean a historical prince au!tom holland with major smut and breeding kink is not a thing. i know the sluts want it, even if they never ask for it. i must provide it.

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y/n of Burgundy was a splendid piece of artwork. A sweet and humble French Princess with a huge dowry and a bright future. It was as if DaVinci had casted the girl from Venus's shadow and gifted the baby to displeased parents. Parents who so wished for a boy, that the arrival of a healthy girl is so overlooked that the girl is better off dead. The sadness is heard across not only France but the entirety of Europe. Poor y/n of Burgundy! The Unlucky Princess of Burgundy! It's all she hears; she is deemed a tragedy before her life is even written. Perhaps that is her greatest misdeed in this life, that because she is born the wrong sex to what is expected she is casted to the side as a woman destined for slight and anguish for her entire life. Even if this is the case, y/n wished to think of herself as unwritten for the moment being. A woman waiting for a calling no matter how big or small. A woman who's only current wish to sit atop this windowsill, letting the cool September French breeze kiss her flushed cheeks. Alas, even this is stripped from her.

"Get off the window, y/n!" her mother's shrill voice shrieks as The Duchess yanks y/n to the floor. It's harsh and frantic, as if an arrow is to fly through and hit her. Her tightly coiled chest hit's the wooden floor hard. It knocks the only wind y/n really has left, a wasteful shame.

"I am sorry mama," y/n responds quietly, her hands desperately pat to find a piece of wood that will not cut up into her as she attempts to regain her balance. Though her room is filled with four maids not a single one offers their own hand to help her. She knows it is because of her mother's cowl. If they dare so move in a direction towards her, The Duchess will become a Fury of Hell himself.

"The breeze is so sweet at this time of afternoon." Finally, y/n does place her feet back on the floor with a small clack of her heels. She takes a moment to take in the state of her gown. While she has countless others, something about the pure white of the satin being destroyed by the inevitable dust that has collected is disheartening even to her. The pattern of bright red roses now looks more of a dull blood grey than a true flower.

"The breeze is something so frivolous my dear," The Duchess is suddenly content with her surroundings. "Busy yourself with something more intelligent, it makes for a much better bride."

"Thank you for the wise advice mother," y/n snaps, her fingers gripping the ruined material of her gown. "I'll be sure to not engage myself in something that gives me the slightest bit of freedom in the lifeless castle," it was no louder than a whisper. Her braided hair still muffling the sounds.

As if her words seemed to not even reach her, The Duchess mumbles in agreement before taking her leave. The door shutting loudly behind her, the air was finally safe to breathe. The maids immediately begin to swarm her. Like flies to honey; they grapple her, prod at her and pinch her. It was too much. It was as if a million ants had swarmed her body, nipping at any piece of flesh they could just because it was what they were meant to do. An instinctive need to draw more blood than necessary, it was overwhelming. They inspected her perfectly capable hands, wondering if their incompetence has cost them their heads because y/n of Brittany split her blood and The Duchess refused to let them help. She was suffocating.

She didn't mean for it to slip, it just did. Her voice raised, "Get out." It was softer at first. "Get out," they still didn't move, still abusing her. "I said get out!" Everything stopped for a moment, the air her mother had ensued had now come back. The maids all took a single step away from her. y/n felt the tears threaten her, warning by dancing across her lower lashes. "Do none of you listen, get out for Christ’s sake!" That's all it took, in a matter of seconds y/n was finally alone. She could hear the faint song of the trees whispering to her, it was calm, but she couldn't appreciate it. She dropped to her knees and began to softly weep into her palms. The groans muffled by the skin of her hands and the tears halted from falling by her fingers. In this moment and forever ahead of her, she was desolate.

But like all things, even this bleak minute of sorrow was cut to an end by the deafening sound of her father's boots storming down the hallways towards her room.

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Tom spectated as the pole shattered into a thousand pieces. The splinters hitting ever edge of the arena. He watched as the knight fell limp and as his horse rode on through the chaos. The young prince roared out of his seat, his knees hitting the harsh wood of the royal box. His name echoed on the young knight's medallion above his breast. He had picked the winning side and rightfully so, Sir Harrison had never been defeated. For a moment, Tom turned around to face his beaming mother. A woman who loved the games, Tom always relied on his mother to accompany him to these festivities but his father. The Prince would always ask graciously but was refused every time. Constantly belittled for the consul of old men with a working cock between them, it was a joke. The King had many failed efforts to rile the English people to cause, Tom had offered a large gathering to help inspire the people. The King told his son this would cause nothing but useless panic and many painful deaths. Scoffing, Tom waltzed back to his seat. It was uncomfortable, it felt as if ants hand made their nets below the seat's support. He wished to ride alongside them.

"You cannot and you will not," The Queen smiled at him, waving to squires as they led the horses away. Tom's head swivelled around to meet his mother's. "I refuse it my son."

"I had said nothing mother," Tom replied quietly, he too doing his duty to the lower noble men who had come out today. Each one sweatier than the last. "Perhaps you are hearing things, 10 childbirths can change a woman's mind," Tom stifled a laugh, too which he received a slap on the arm for.

"Don't play smart with me son," The Queen spoke coolly, her countless rings clanged as she rose from her seat. Tom followed suit, allowing a hand for his now middle-aged mother for gracious help down the impossibly large stairs. "I almost lost your father to one of these silly little cock shows, I will not go through it with you my boy."

Tom raised an eyebrow, watching his mother's golden trim become bleaker by the stain of the grass. "I had half a mind to believe you enjoyed these silly little cock shows," Tom played. The Queen peered up at his through hooded lids. It was dangerous waters even for him, a man who has seen the blood of war. He allowed his mother and her ladies to return to Windsor, watching as if to wait for the shark to disappear.

"Your Royal Highness, if I may have a word," a soft voice called out from below the podium. Tom paced to the edge and stared down. Constance, he thought to himself as he smiled wickedly. She was a short and mildly plump woman, with wild unruly hair that had to be constantly shoved out of her face. He remembers her name because of how sweet his name sounded dripping from her tongue. Countless nights spent in the throes of passion, wearing moonlight as cloth. Tom knew he had dishonoured her just by bedding her, but he couldn't help himself. She was the first woman who really took an interest in him. Still, he had to come to her aid on multiple occasions. While he likes the way, she grips at his biceps, he however, doesn't like when her father comes storming into court demanding his daughter's honour back because Tom had prayed on her. Perhaps, it was the odd lack of ladies that would flock to his side or maybe it was simply because he wanted a little bit of fun before the inevitable.

"You may, my Lady," Tom smiled widely making his way to her side. He could tell the mud was ruining the polished leather of his boots, he completely forgot about his favourite riding boots he had put on in hopes that he may indulge himself in the sports. Still, he pushed the though deep down at met her eyes. He not an unusually tall man but the way he almost dwarfed her was delectable. As he watched her squirm, he wondered as to why she would speak with him where anyone could see. There was no danger for him, but the world's eyes were on her.

She played with the small ring on her pinkie finger, riding it up and down the skin. "Why did you not tell me," she whispered, refusing to look up at him. Tears began to well.

"What on earth do you mean?" He queered, genuinely curious as to what had got her all worked up. His hands went to stroke her cheek gently, but she abruptly pulled away from him. This time her eyes did meet his, the salty liquid glossed over her eyes.

"It is bad enough that I am called the Prince's Whore but now they are cursing my name because I have ruined the royal couple!" she cried out, her deep green dress swallowing the mud below. "That a stupid maid slut has stolen you away from the beautiful French Princess!"

Tom saw nothing but red. Not because of Constance but because of what she said to him. He had begged his parents to let him choose his own wife. If he was to rule England after his father's passing, he wished to at least have a woman whom he truly loved by his side. He said nothing to her as he stormed away. The small drizzle of rain hitting his skin as he picked up his speed. He knew that his father was in a council meeting alongside his mother. Perfect opportunity to unleash his rage. He faintly heard her calling after him, that was muffled by the buzzing in his ears.

He had been told who he was meant to be and what he was meant to be from the moment he was born. Hardly ever seeing his mother or younger brothers because he was eldest, never knowing true companionship because he would be constantly cooped up listening to his advisors and tutors as they taught him the art of war and foreign policies. This was his one chance to spend his life with a woman who understood him and would grow a loving family much in contrast to what he had.

His hands pushed the heavy wooden doors, they hit the walls with a large smack. The entire council stood for the Prince, with the exception of his mother and sickly father. He walked past them with ease and took his seat at the opposite end of table. His eyes focused solely on his father as he absently noted the appearance of his son.

"Wonderful of you to finally join us," The Duke of Essex smiled weakly, in any attempt to deflect the tension elsewhere.

"When were you going to tell me?" Tom spoke, his voice barely above a whisper and laced with venom. His elbows digging into the cool wood of granite of the table. He watched his father finally face him; the man was a wreck. His greying hair stuck to his hair with copious amounts of sweat, his brown eyes had sunk deadly back into the sockets and his skin was pale and filled with wrinkles. "When were you going to tell me father?"

"You were spending too much time with that scullery maid," The King respond calmly, still flipping through royal documents. Tom was on the verge of an explosion. If the Prince was known for something, it was his anger. Much like Mount Vesuvius, he didn't get angry often, he hated how it affect those around him. The times he is pushed to the breaking point however, he was destroy everything in his path. "We had to put an end to it."

"We?" Tom pushed.

"Your mother made the arrangements; she is being brought here as we speak." Once more, the King had no interest with the devastated look on the Prince's face. Too caught up in an attempt to stile a cough.

"You promised me my own choice of bride," Tom seethed. He faced his mother, if the King wouldn't listen perhaps the Queen would.

His mother sighed; the silk of her sleeves draped over the arms of the chair. "That was before you had instinctively made the choice, we hoped that perhaps you would have fallen for the daughter of a Duke or at worst an Earl. You were going to marry that girl, after everything her family has done against the court. We couldn't allow it."

Tom jaw clicked. "Who is she?" He was done arguing, done protesting.

"You'll marry the granddaughter of the French King; y/n of Burgundy," his father spoke up before his mother could sugar coat it. "The family sent a portrait of the girl as the first payment of her dowry; it has already been placed in your room. Hopefully, you can find the slightest bit of attraction for your new bride before the wedding."

"Will I get to meet her beforehand?" He at least hoped to see the girl with his own eyes before calling her his wife. Finally, the King met his eyes. He dropped the quill on the desk as locked his eyes, leaning towards him.

"Did you really think you'd get that luxury?"

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The sea breeze prickled at y/n skin as she sat atop the deck. She could tell they were getting closer. The wind went from a soft tone to a howling scream, something her great aunt had told her all about. English weather could go from a perfect sunny day to god's worst mood. In all honesty, she preferred it to French. It was wild and unpredictable, something she so desperately needed.

She remembered how she got into this predicament as she lay down a 9 ace on the table. Waiting for the ship to land.

"You'll leave tomorrow, it will take you a good couple of days to get there." Her father exclaimed, picking a raspberry from the plate and eating the sweet fruit. y/n stood in silence, still reeling her tears back into her eyes. She refused to weep in front of the Duke. She moved around the large room, in order to hear his words. "You'll make a fine queen," he smiled, placing his hands atop her cheeks. y/n smiled warmly before raising a concern.

"How do you know this will be different than the last?" she asked quietly, staring down at her shoes. Her father sighs before picked his coat up from the chair.

y/n placed her bets, her hand is exquisite. Three queen and a pair of Kings. If she doesn't win, it's as if God is going against her. The men that sit beside her raise their brows in confusion. She's not backing down.

"Because, you know their language and their culture from Great Aunt Mary. You were her favourite after all," her father tells her, the memory of the old lady teaching her English brings a curve to her lips. That was not the answer she was looking for, however. Her father knows it as well, he knows the answer she wants but he cannot give it to her. "Trust me pumpkin," the endearment is wonderful. Unlike her mother, y/n's father has always been kind to her. She doesn't know if it because she is his eldest daughter or because her brother is a lousy boy and she is the only child with a head still attached to her shoulder blades.

She releases her tension; she knows whatever comes out of this she must go along with it. She must accept whatever situation is handed to her and accept her duty as a future queen and mother to the English Throne.

y/n squeals, her hand's won. The rest of the chips are placed in her corner, she is asking if they want to go another round but instead, they all huff and walk away from her. y/n feels her heart sink into her stomach. Perhaps the English wind has turned their moods sour. Soon enough her worries are washed away as the boat docks into Brighton and y/n hears the cheers for her. She can't exactly make out what they are saying. Sadly, she doesn't get a chance to even greet her new subjects as her new English ladies are gently pushing her towards the carriage. The only thing she can do is wave and smile at them, hoping to instil a fraction of hope for the new royal couple. As she steps into the carriage, a huge white dress follows her. The abundance of ladies and herself are stuck in the cramped space for a little over an hour before they start agreeing to change her dress into the one being coddled.

"Why? This is dress is perfect as it is," y/n laughed gently, her fingers playing with the pearls that lace the neckline.

"Forgive me, my lady, but His Majesty; The King has requested that you wear a white gown." One of the younger girls pipes up. Sighing, y/n nods her head to agree and goes to stop the carriage.

While they don't completely undress her, she knows that the smock under her dress is shear and leave nothing to the imagination. Quickly they strip her of the current dress, even unlacing the corset before adding another one. As they place the soft silk of her veil over her head, she can hear the ringing bells at Westminster. It hasn't completely dawned on her what she is exactly going through. Marrying a man she has never met. Marrying a man for all she knows could be a tyrant. She's heard quite a few English Monarchs fall under that said category. Her heart started to jump now; she could fell the beat thump against her vocal box.

The people began to line the city. Countless bodies waved at her as she strolled through the city of London. The abbey somehow seemed ten times bigger in person. White rose petals fell through the air as the coachman opened the door for her. The walkway was paved with red velvet. Her heels felt as though she was ruining the beautiful material as she walked.

Tom can physically hear her pounding heartbeat from where he stands. He can't exactly make out her face, but he can see the white gown strutting towards him. It's the same patterns as the dress his mother wore more than 20 years ago. He's seen it in countless paintings, his mother scowling as she attempts to salvage any positive thing out of such tremendous pain. Harrison lays a hand on his shoulder; the contact makes him jump.

"I heard she looks like a siren," he joked, dusting a small particle of fluff off Tom's shoulder. "Perhaps she'll sound like one too," the comment was enough to grant the knight a hard whack on his arm from the Prince. He truly did wonder if she would as beautiful as the painting which depicted her. A small red rose for his house in her fingertips as she grinned softly. It was as if she was staring into his soul.

Tom reached out to allow her aid in getting up the stairs. She graciously accepted muttering a small thank you as her other hand lifted the countless layers of fabric to mend her steps. Her touch was soft, something he wasn't used to. The gentle touch of a noble woman, even if it was only upon his fingers. The entirety of Westminster Abbey went silent as the faced each other.

y/n could barely hear anything over her rampant anxiety. Though she was eased slightly as she blindly grasped at his fingers, she was afraid she gripped a little too tightly. Finally, she stood in front of him. The gown dipping down the stairs to end in her ladies' hands. She wondered what she looked like to him. Wondering if it was a glorious sight to witness a new bride waltzing towards him. Or if it was one of dread, to be in holy matrimony with someone you've just met for the first time. She's still trying to decide between the two.

The ceremony was beautiful. A simply yet elegant affair, as two young royals wed. She knows that she is marrying the Prince of Wales, a worthy husband for any noble woman. Yet she can't help the dread that builds as the Archbishop drones on. The hymns falling deaf ears. She tries to pay attention, but she can’t, all she can hear is the drumming of her heartbeat. It pounds against her ribs, creating echoes in her head. Before she knows it, his hands reach for hers. There was no strength in his grip unlike beforehand, it was soft and gentle. As if she was a beautiful yet delicate doll, that she would completely shatter if he pressed just that bit too hard. Their fingertips locked; her skin fell into the ridges of his knuckles.

“I proclaim thee, y/n of Burgundy to be my lawfully wedded wife from now until the end of my days,” he hesitated. She could hear it in his voice. “She shall sit beside me as I rule the kingdom.” The ring passes down her skin, the metal biting at her finger.

She repeats him. “I proclaim thee, Thomas – Prince of Wales to be my lawfully wedded husband from now until the end of my days. I shall sit beside him as he rules this beautiful country.” She smiles at the end, though she never intends to. y/n thanks her ladies that they cover her grinning face behind the thick white lace of her veil.

The entirety of Westminster Abbey is silent, no one dares even breathe as Prince Thomas coils his fingers around the tipping of the lace. He lifts it over his now wife’s face. He taken aback slightly. The painter wasn’t paid enough, clearly. She was even more beautiful standing in front of him. The same clear complexion now glistening in the soft sunlight of England. He doesn’t pry of course; it would be rude of him. Just to stare at his bride, as if they were the only people in the hall. Good lord, does he wish it was.

His hands reach her cheeks. Tender once more, he brings her forward. She shifts on her feet as they meet. A quaint and soft kiss, unlike anything either of them has felt ever. He can’t remember the last time, it was this – well, gentle. Thomas doubts he has ever kissed a woman of such luxury in his entire life up to this point. y/n is the first to pull away, her fingers resting lightly on his raised wrists. Their eyes meet for a moment, a short moment.

Westminster Abbey erupts into celebration. Red rose petals fall from the ceiling and music begins to flood the area.

As she stared around, y/n began to think to herself. I do not know what will come out of this, but I already can see that joy my presence brings to these people. I shall not let them down.

Prince Thomas of England, Heir to The English Throne and y/n of Burgundy, Granddaughter of The French King had been wed. They were now locked in holy matrimony, a feeling unlike any other. Both horrendous and hospitable.

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The Hall is a grand party. Laughing and singing is heard from every corner, mugs of beer and wine are flung across tables and scraps of food are being thrown to the dogs. y/n has never seen such a scene unfold. Too contained by the prudish French court. The most scandalous thing she has seen is a risqué dance meant to be for a married lover.

That is what she always despised about the French Nobility. Their secrets. Whispers and Rumours spread faster than fire. If you had committed some heinous act, the entirety of France will hear about it by the end of the week. Perhaps that is another reason why she felt so trapped in Burgundy. y/n could never do a single task on her own before her ladies’ loose tongue would find their way back to her mother. A delicate little flower, such a waste of potential.

Tom noticed her prodding, her fork twirling the few peas left on her plate. He hadn’t said a word to her all night and yet he looks at her if she’s unwillingly to speak. Does she know any basic English? Perhaps not.

“How are you liking the food,” Tom asked her, leaning into her. She smiled up at him, he spoke to her in French. It made her heart swell for a second. y/n turns to face him, smiling warmly. Tom wishes he could keep that smile forever.

“It’s is very well Your Grace,” y/n replies to him. Her flawless English rolling off her tongue with a petite French accent. It’s like heaven to his ears and he’s taken aback. “My Great Aunt was an English Countess, I loved her very much. I was fluent in English before I was 8.” She explained, almost as if she had read his mind.

“You need not call me Your Grace,” he teased, it was somewhat natural for him.

“Then what shall I call you?” y/n queered.

“I am your husband now, whatever pleases you pleases me,” Tom replied, turning back to his empty plate in an effort to hide the rising red flush on his face. y/n knew she should leave it at that, so she turned her attention elsewhere.

“Are royal weddings usually this,” she paused, “loud?”

Tom laughed quietly, he too turned to face the ruckus crowd. Men laying in the laps of maids, dogs feasting over food that had been flung across the floor. Loud chants to the beat of the music filled the hall. He would have been completely embarrassed by the state of his people in front of his new bride, if he hadn’t seen the amused look on her face. “Not usually, I have only been to one other wedding and that was extremely sombre.”

“How so?” she asked, sipping from the freshly poured wine.

“I went to my uncle’s wedding a few months ago. He had also married a noble woman like yourself, but the poor thing was only 11. My uncle was 35 and counting.” He wishes it was different but like all things in this world, he is powerless to the wills of those who think they are higher than others.

He peered at her; y/n was already looking at him. An eyebrow and a lip raised in disgust. It was quaint.

“I wish I could be more repulsed by that,” Tom wondered if she was joking or if she was serious. He couldn’t tell just by the use of her tone. He did however note her wit. Something he so longed for. They talked for hours, sitting by one another and discussing anything that arrived at the conversation. Tom can’t decide whether it’s her honey-like voice or her banter but it’s making him feel things no one should for someone they are being forced to wed.

Just while they are comparing the contrasting jousting techniques, the joyful music suddenly stops. It’s a quick snap and the entire hall is now dead quiet. The Earl of Salisbury mounts himself on one of the tables. His cheeks red with drunkenness.

The Earl points directly at y/n and Tom as they sit in confusion. “The final tradition, an honour for any noble man. The Great Bedding!”

y/n turns to Tom, clinging slightly to his sleeve. He takes immediate notice. “Thomas, what is The Great Bedding?” There was great concern in her voice as she watched all of the men rush towards them. He didn’t get to answer as the women abruptly hauled him out of his seat and down the hall, away from her.

y/n didn’t fear too well either. At least a dozen grimy hands placed themselves all over her body, pulling harshly as they brought her into the air. Dancing her down the halls. She constantly whacked their hands, to no avail of course. They only dropped her once they got to a dimly lit room.

It was already buzzing with people. Hustling around a single bed, covered by finely woven silk. The men dropped her gently, placing her feet against the ground. y/n tried to turn around to give them a piece of her mind but was stopped as her corset began to become loose around her waist. Incredibly uncomfortable, y/n looked up to distract herself in any regard and found Tom at the other side. The maid’s hands undoing every buckle of his coat, tiny fingers unthreading the lavish ropes across his body. y/n blushed at the sight.

Tom was trying his hardest not to look at her, not to stare as countless men of the court undressing her. He could hear the bulky wedding dress hit the floor of the room, he could feel her eyes on him, and he could see the variety of unknown nobles swarming them in any hopes to achieve the right to gossip tomorrow morning. It was despicable.

He climbed in first, the cotton of the blankets itching his skin as he settled. The only comfort he found was in the softness in his unkempt hair. Not restricted by the gel he was forced to wear.

y/n slowly followed his lead, it was dead silent. No one dared breathed as the new Princess of Wales found her spot next to The Prince. All the while, the exact same priest Archbishop chanted away, and priests flung holy water at the bed. Some of the liquid found itself on her skin. Finally, the crowd bowed to the couple and began to take their leave.

Tom watched in peace; he would be alone. He closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh, perhaps he would be able to get some well needed sleep. That seemed achievable until he felt a cold grasp around his wrist. His eyes shot open to find his father’s glare directly at him. “Don’t let the spring pass, I hope to see a grandson in the next few months,” The King spat.

It had been hours since the quarry of guests had left the room but the the monarch’s words etched themselves into his mind. Echoing nonstop, getting wilder as Tom felt y/n settle herself next to him. The mere presence of her alongside the duty he had to fulfil was too much for him. Tom shot up and quickly gathered his things, hauling his boots and clothes. He couldn’t be near her for another moment, too afraid of what he might do if she was subject to this sort of cruel punishment. Tom quickly decided he was sleep next door, just far away to have the thoughts no longer plague his mind but not too far that he would impose the wrong meaning on her. He reached for the door when she chimed in.

“Where are you going?”

He halted instantly. He wished that they could have gotten along like most royal couples should. A cold and initially distant meeting, then hopefully something would blossom over the years. Instead they had gotten along quite well, too well in fact. He was used to going slowly, taking his time in bedding a girl. A constant glaze over the court every few days, then promiscuous banter and in the span of months he would have her melt in his hand with a simple word. Now, he was feeling flustered and out of control and all of it was happening over a single night. Tom pressed his forehead against the wood, taking a deep breath. He turned to look at her, just like a painting coming to life. Her hair was down, unlike anything he had ever seen. Not grimed with sweat and dirt nor was it pinned underneath a headdress or away from her face. This time, the soft curls framed it. The nightgown clung to her shoulders; the fabric dangerously close to falling off. It made his life that much more difficult.

“I am sorry. You are a beautiful woman, but I just cannot fulfil the expectations that are placed upon me tonight. I will be sleeping in the room next door if you need me,” Tom blurted out. He waited for a response before he could speed out. She sat there, like a perfectly sculpted statue. It was torture.

y/n sighed, “nothing has to happen tonight.”

“But they will ask, they will pry like they always will,” he countered.

“Who says we have to tell the truth?” y/n giggled. God, it was a symphony to him. Tom watched her leave the bed, waltzing around to meet with him at the door. He wanted the tell her to stay exactly where she is, not to move even an inch closer but with ever step she took, his breath hitched higher in his throat. “I would prefer to spend the first night of my marriage with my husband, whether something happens or not.”

He swallowed thickly, “you are incredibly calm.” He now met her, his full attention on y/n as she chuckled in delight.

“I am filled to the brim with anxiety, just not that same fear that you are feeling,” she told him as she sat down the small longue in the middle of the room. She took the wine from the table and poured each of them a glass. Tom was hesitant at first, still wishing to flee the room and into the safety of his own solitary. Still, he found himself pacing towards her. Taking soft and flinching steps until he sat beside her.

“Then what is the fear?” He took the other glass, quickly chugging the alcohol. y/n said nothing but just stared at him in confusion. “The fear you feel, why?”

It was now her turn to become flustered. He looked genuinely curious as to why she was feeling doubtful, but she was unsure if he truly wanted to know the answer. Her father made her promise never to speak of it to anyone, a shameful secret that would ruin her future if it was released. But Tom was now her husband. They were bonded by law, a thought she really didn’t wish to dwell on. Surely, whatever she told him wouldn’t cause them any stress? Still, it would be rude of her not to tell him the reason after he had just clearly demonstrated his own fears in the commitment. “You must promise not to become angry.”

Tom nodded his head gently, even more intrigued then he was before.

y/n quietly exhaled, avoiding looking at Tom. “I was married once before, he passed from the sickness 3 months into our matrimony. Perhaps it was God way of guiding me to a better future, but it ruined almost everything. His death caused create strain for my family as they attempt to rebuild myself as if I was not capable of it myself. I am terrified that I am cursed, that I shall find myself falling in love with you only to be weeping over your coffin months later.” She had poured her soul out, shared such a personal section of her life. She was ashamed to see his face. Too afraid that pure anger and disgust would paint his face.

“Who was he? The man whom you had married?” Tom asked her again. His voice calling out as she stared directly at the purple velvet beneath her dress.

“The Prince of Spain,” y/n squeaked.

“That inbred!” Tom joked, suddenly becoming relaxed by the mere mention of the Spanish Royal Family. “I am surprised you got three months and not three days, that kid was on death doors for his entire life,” Tom was now in a fit of laughter. It wasn’t directed to her but more that they allowed such a beautiful woman to be the wife of such a dull man. y/n peered up, thoroughly embarrassed as she gave him a light whack. Tom finally came down from his laughing fit, staring directly at her. “You are cursed Princess; you are just coddled. Forced into a life clearly not meant for someone like yourself.”

The mere mention of the cradling of her life got y/n riled up, “that’s another thing! The Spanish constantly treated me as if I was some porcelain doll ready to shatter if they dared even look at me! I felt like a child trapped in a woman’s body and he touched me like that as well. God, I was finally ready to truly live my life and then he just was too soft, I wanted something much mor-” Oh. Oh God. She had run her mouth too far, dug her own grave with her rambling. Her hands clamped against her mouth as a heat rushed to her face. She could see the French ships arriving for her next month, giving her passage because she was not in pristine condition. Hopefully Tom didn’t pick up on what she was inferring.

“You aren’t a virgin?” his voice was quiet, almost dark. She felt her entire world shatter. Tom scooted towards her slowly, it was completely unnoticed. She was too deep in panic to recognise the growing flirt rising in the Prince of Wales. y/n shook her head feverously. “That little tick took you?” When he put it like that, it made her stomach tingle. She had never heard such a sentence used in that tone. She was drowning in thoughts.

“I didn’t know what I was doing, that’s why I was so unsatisfied,” she tried to explain, her hands now bunched up the fabric against her knees. “He was just so soft, too soft and I wished he would have-”

“Would have what?” he toyed. Tom doesn’t quite know why he was acting like this. So intent on prying her little secrets out of her. Usually, he would have just simply got straight to the point but now, seeing her become red with frustration was a view causing him great pleasure. Any abstinence he hoped to place upon himself earlier in the night had been thrown out the window. He finally felt back in control, something he longed for. Something she was serving to him on a silver platter.

“I..” she began but the words got caught in her throat. Her tongue stopped completely, almost refusing to finish the damning sentence. She wanted him to be rougher with her, she wanted him to treat her like a woman and not a girl. “What happen to you wishing to keep your hands to yourself?” She attempted to change the topic, trying to flee but to no avail as he quickly caught her wrist in his palms. Their skins igniting on sight.

“Don’t try to change the subject Princess,” he purred, standing up to meet with her at the side of the bed. Her title now held a completely different meaning, it wasn’t being used to describe her. It was being used to utterly destroy her; a nickname only meant to be whispered in the dim light of a dozen candles. “I can see right through you,” Tom’s calloused fingers met the loose fabric on her shoulders, dancing over her collarbone. It was soft but held meaning. “I can see that you wished he touched you differently. Touched you like a real woman, rougher and passionate.”

His words were damned. She should feel ashamed that she was feeling light-headed just by the grazing touch of his fingers above her perked breasts. “Yes,” it was the only thing she could get out. The only single three lettered word that allowed itself out of her mouth. Tom pressed his lips to her neck, underneath her jaw.

“Perhaps, he too was inexperienced.” He spoke through small pecks. “Allow me to show you something different, something better,” it was barely above a whisper, but y/n heard every word. Her fingers tangled themselves in his hair as he peered at her.

“I would enjoy that very much,” y/n responded just as quiet, all the gentle touches he currently had placed upon her turned darker. He pulled her into his embrace quickly before tripping her feet from under her and ending atop her on the messily made bed. His hand instantly found the inside of her thigh, his finger bruising her skin. It was delightfully, the slight pain sending shivers down her spine.

Their lips met, gentle at first. Her hands moulding themselves against his jaw, moaning into his mouth as he pushed her deeper into the mattress. She wished she could stay like this forever, wrapping in Tom’s embrace as they mended together. Alas, he pulled away from her. Lips separating with a small pop and a soft whine from y/n underneath him. Tom took a distinct look at her; she was sprawled out and whimpering for something more. Did she give this look to him as well? Did she use the melody that was her voice to beg him to do anything? Tom didn’t particularly wish to replay the thought in his head but yet, he couldn’t help himself.

Her nightgown quickly found itself discarded; her nipples perked in the cold. His lips immediately latched on, massaging the soft tissue. He never knew something could feel this smooth, without any flaws or imperfections. Even though he knew he could spend an entire night between the valley of her tits, he too longed for something more.

In a matter of moments, he found himself staring directly at her sex. A glorious sight to behold, glistening with her arousal in the pale moonlight. She was practically dripping onto the sheets below her. He placed a soft kiss to her pelvis, she jumped at the contact. “If you feel uncomfortable, you need to tell me,” he told her all the while his fingers toyed at her hot hole. Dipping even so slightly into her heat. She was already in euphoria just from the slightest bit of pleasure. y/n nodded her head before locking eyes with him.

He didn’t waste another second, quickly licking a fat stripe through her folds. The taste was pure heaven, he didn’t give her a moment to register the feeling before diving right back into her juices. Sucking and pulling at her, wasting the night away feeling her thighs clamp around his head every time he flicked her clit coupled with a singular finger prancing in and out of her.

y/n wasn’t quite sure how loud she could truly be. She knew that even though they were in the far south-east of the castle, there could be a dozen scullery maids listening right outside the door. Or if someone was trying to achieve some sleep right beside them. At this very moment though, with Tom’s head in between her thighs devouring every inch of her throbbing cunt, she couldn’t give a single fuck. y/n allowed the string of curses and praised to tumble from her lips as she clasped onto the bed sheets for dear life.

“Such a dirty mouth,” Tom remarked, releasing her for a few seconds, “for such a pretty and delicious pussy.” He chuckled darkly. y/n wanted to bite back at him, but she was cut short but the addition of another of his digits sliding into her tight entrance. y/n clasped down hard on her hand. A foreign feeling began to drive itself into her stomach. While unusual, it was not at all exotic to her. It was thrilling, feeling her walls contract around his fingers as y/n began to instinctively rock her hips against his digits.

“God,” he purred, “that’s it, make yourself cum on my fingers Princess. Let me see that gorgeous face while you do it.” Tom had now retracted his mouth from her, completely mesmerised by the way her eyes screwed shut as she reached her peak. A cacophony of beautiful and dazzling sounds stumbling out of her mouth as he felt her climax all over his hand. Such a tantalising sight for any man.

y/n was too deep in her own return that she didn’t notice the retraction of his presences from the middle of her legs. So, when he felt his hands roughly pull her to the edge of the bed, she almost choked. The exhilarating feeling of his strained cock rubbing against her drenched folds made her forget her place. Made her speak before her mind could catch up. “I want you to fulfil the expectation.” She told him, her eyes never wavering from him.

Tom halted all his movements. It was painful but he needed absolute clarity before he did anything without her reassurance. “You need to elaborate Princess,” he told her darkly. He knew exactly what she was asking of him, he knew exactly what she desired.

“I want you to come inside of me,” she spoke as if she was a different person. y/n doesn’t quite know whether it’s the shift of mood or her own personal feelings but either way, she wanted to feel their juices mix and then leak out of her. Wanted him to fill her right up to the brim until the possibility was certain.

“You want me to fuck my seed right into you?” his words were dirtier than she expected but so was he as he slid in and into her. His naval hitting hers with a loud smack. He refused to move until he had played with her just that tad bit more. y/n’s head thrashed into the sheets behind her. She was so full, never has she felt this complete in her entire life. He wasn’t even moving but she could feel every inch of him deep inside of her.

“God yes,” she whimpered. “I need it so bad,” she was going to drive Tom insane. Just by a simple sentence, he was going to lose his mind and cum right now without even doing anything.

“Want to carry my child, our own Prince or Princess,” he pulled back out of her and slammed right back in, knocking the wind out of her y/n. It was so profoundly dirty, just discussing it. It thrilled her to the very core, child-bearing was meant for women not girls. Perhaps that is why she is so drawn to the talk, the talk of something so primally feminine set her entire body on fire. She couldn’t speak a coherent sentence instead she just let out a continuous plea.

He began slow, hips rocking to find that perfect beat. He revelled in the only sounds in the room, the sound of his cock hitting the divine spot inside of her over and over again and her delirious moaning. It was a symphony he was lucky enough to hear. He wanted to hear more, listen to the pure sounds of him railing into her. So, he picked up the pace. His thrust became not only deep and harsh but fast.

God, if he could immortalise this feeling he would. The feeling of her walls constricting around him as he pounds right into her, the feeling of her legs wrapping around his constantly thrusting hips and the feeling of her sweating skin underneath his fingers as he grips for support. It’s like the Lord himself made her tight little cunt just for him.

“You’re so big,” y/n praised mindlessly. He’s never had someone say that to him without it sounding forced. It’s so raw that he can’t help but go even harder into with each praise that falls off her lips. “Fill me up, I want to feel you all inside of me.” It’s a dangerous game, she’s tapped on something so feral inside of him it hurts.

y/n wants to prop herself up and explore his body while he pounds into her, but she simply can’t. Her limbs give out with every thrust. Her entire body spasms each time he hits the perfect spot inside of her. She a moaning mess, trying to maintain any sense of normality but failing miserably. It’s a constant state of pleasure, she’s afraid that she’s lost track of time. That is until the faint, but all the desirable fit finds itself lit in the pit of her stomach.

“I’m almost there,” she whispers, it’s the only thing she can get out. His thrusts, that once had gained a steady and harsh rhythm are now falling. He’s losing focus with each grip he receives. With her words though, he gives her the final stretch. No longer does he has some form of structure but instead he’s just railing her like a wild animal.

It’s an explosion and neither knows why but it’s addictive. y/n climaxes around him, her toes curling as her final orgasm hits her long and violent. Shaking underneath, him as she unknowingly milks his own finish out of him. Tom’s fucking his cum right into her, he doesn’t stop for a second. Too focused on the goal ahead of him. Placing it where it counts. It’s a feeling he wants to never forget, better yet it’s a sight he wants permanently etched into his memories. As he pulls out of her, their climaxes tumble out of her. Dripping down her leg.

“Hold your legs up Princess,” he teases as he pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. “I heard it works wonders.”

The rose blooms only for those who care properly for her.

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a/n: please don’t flop, omg this is so long and no one asked for this shit. please don’t flop chile 🤡

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