#emperor's prize au

[hannahbarberra162]

can i request more apex alpha shanks PLEASE 😩 idk but this is the first time ive read any abo literature with this like level and it was amazingly written

if you somehow find the time to write maybe just some hcs or something of apex alpha shanks x omega reader (maybe a diff scenario where its just them and their relationship with consideration of all the other world dynamics (w rare omegas n whatnot 🙂‍↕️)maybe not yandere if possible idk)

But see Nonnie, how can I write my other things when y'all keep dropping excellent ideas? Also lol literature, you glaze me Nonnie <3 Hmmmm....basically nice Shanks AU? Hope this scratches your itch...

Emperor's Prize AU: Kind Shanks :)

All the other chapters / AUs

This is set before Kid finds the Omega, she's still in hiding / nothing bad has happened to her.

Shoutout to @sordidmusings for hyping me and editing this, thank you @gouraminnow for reading it and beta-ing it as well.

Shanks loved docking at Beta Island - it was one of his favorite places on the Grand Line. He liked most of the islands in his territory, almost all were filled with people more than willing to open their bottles, cupboards, and bedroom doors to welcome the Red Haired Pirates. But there was always some lingering tension at every island. He didn’t think it was intentional, but aside from his own crew, his presence always set other Alphas off. 

Sure, they would be deferential like any of his subordinate crews or islands, but his mere presence would have Alphas posturing or growling or throwing off pheromones like crazy. He didn’t fault the Alphas for their behaviors but it all added up to a massive headache if he wasn’t able to get away back to the ship for at least a few hours and cool off from the constant threat of a confrontation. Shanks had excellent self control but even he could get annoyed after a while.

But not on Beta Island. Oh, no. On Beta Island there were no Alphas to contend with and since all Omegas had been taken by the World Government for the Celestial Dragons, there were none of them either. It was all Betas as far as the eyes could see since only Betas had permission from the local government to live on the island. Shanks could really let his hair loose and party because he didn’t have to worry about sparking any power struggles between himself and the other Alphas on the island. He got to enjoy what it would be like to be almost like everyone else, if only for a little bit.

And this week was one such time. It was their second day on the island and Shanks was enjoying the last of the afternoon sun as the day changed into evening. Many stores were closing for the night, eager to begin celebrating with the Emperor and his crew. Shanks was also excited for the night’s revelry but had one final errand to run per Benn. Well, he’d only been assigned one errand for the duration of their docking but he’d forgotten about it for most of the day after one too many margaritas. Now Shanks had to make sure to hit the candle store before it closed lest Beckman gripe at him again for “not being able to read at night” or “not being able to balance the books” or whatever it was Benn did in his cabin after dark. 

Shanks walked along the sidewalk, whistling an old tune Buggy had taught him as a kid when he spotted the candle store. A particularly small Beta woman had her keys out as she shut the door, looking for the right key to turn in the lock.

“Hey! Wait!” Shanks said, breaking into a light jog. He really didn’t want to hear another earful from Benn about how he couldn’t do his one errand for the crew. You hadn’t been expecting anyone to yell out so you jumped at the sudden noise and dropped your keys on the ground. 

“Oof, sorry! Didn’t mean to frighten you,” Shanks said, reaching for the keys on the ground. You were reaching for them at the same time, your eyes meeting his when you looked up. Pretty, thought Shanks. He stood up and offered you the keys on the open palm of his hand. 

“S-sorry, Emperor,” you stammered, using the tips of your fingers to take the keys from his hand as if to prevent your fingers from touching him too much.

“Nothing to be sorry for, I’m the one who scared you,” Shanks said with an easy smile. You smiled in return but it didn’t reach your eyes. You were backing away from him even though he wasn’t approaching. Was that…fear he scented on the evening breeze? 

“Sorry to be a bother, I know you’re closing in the next…” Shanks said as he pretended to look at his missing forearm as a joke, “now, but would you be willing to sell me just a few candles? I really need them or my crew's gonna make me walk the plank,” he said, flashing his million beri smile. You stared at him, your eyes growing wider with every word. Shanks was a little taken aback - usually those jokes killed, and no woman could hold out against his charm. What was with you? Maybe you had a bad run in with Alphas before?

You didn't answer but your tongue darted out to lick your lips. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded your head. 

“Alright, come in.” You opened the door for him and waited until he went inside before following him into the cluttered shop. Candles were crammed onto every open surface, the air thick with the smell of wax and paraffin. Shanks’s own cabin was organized chaos but this was simply chaos. There were dressers, cabinets, shelves, containers, every inch was filled with candles. Not only that, there was the cloying scent of the perfume used in the candles mixing in the wax and paraffin. Shanks had a difficult time being in the store for a few minutes, only a Beta could work in such a place with their dulled sense of smell. Even the loveseat by the front display had candles on the arms.

Looking around, Shanks saw that some candles were figures of animals, flowers, and even famous people, but all he needed were standard sticks for reading at night. In the moments he'd been staring at the wares, you'd slipped behind the long counter and were watching him with wary eyes, as if ready to bolt. 

“Where are your, I don't know, just - regular candles?” Shanks asked, touching the tip of a carefully crafted griffin candle.

“Over here, on the shelves next to the window,” you replied in a small voice, removing yourself even farther away from him. The air felt heavy with all the scents as Shanks continued into the store and the smells irritated Shanks after a day spent outside in the fresh air. 

“Would you mind opening the window? The perfume from the scented candles is a lot for me right now, I'm not strong like you,” Shanks said, running a hand through his hair with a cheeky grin. Again you gave him a blank face but did as he asked and opened the window behind you, letting in some of the evening breeze.

The light of the golden hour was behind you, illuminating your features like an angel. Yes, he had been right, you were pretty. But there was something more than pretty, Shanks thought to himself. There was something about you that was calling to him, more than other Betas would. He wanted to know why you weren't responding to him, why you weren't smiling back or at least being pleasant. Did he do something wrong? He felt the pressing urge to address your problems, even though it was likely he himself was causing them.

Shanks walked over to the inset cabinet and rifled through the drawers but only found red column candles. Benn usually bought white but they were the Red Haired pirates so red would have to do. Shanks wanted to solve the problem of the Beta, he was done with the candle hunt.

“I'll grab some of these -” he said jovially, bent over the cabinet. But that was before the breeze caught his nose, causing him to stand upright near instantly. He looked at you as your eyes flicked to his own, the scent of fear growing stronger in the shop. But that wasn’t what Shanks had scented first.

“What was that?” Shanks asked calmly, candles forgotten in the cabinet. Something emitted a scent more lovely than anything he’d ever scented before - floral and earthy and sharp and bright and sweet. He’d been on the seas his whole life and never had anything come close to that smell. He needed to find the source and he was fairly sure it was you.

“Wh-what? The candles?” you asked, biting your lip in worry.

“No. What was the other scent?” Shanks’s easy going attitude dropped as he turned to face you fully. Your face paled and you looked faint as Shanks directly confronted you. He didn’t want to scare you but he needed an answer.

“I….I -” Your eyes darted at the door as you turned your feet. Shanks had seen that look a hundred times on a hundred different islands - you were going to try to run. Shanks didn’t have to calculate the distance to the door to know he was stronger and faster; he could catch you before you could make it past the counter. He wasn’t in the mood for games, he needed that scent again. He wanted to bathe in it, to douse everything he owned in it and roll around, he had to smell it again.

“Come here,” Shanks Commanded. Your eyebrows knitted together like you were going to cry and Shanks was struck with the sudden urge to apologize and comfort you. You slowly made your way around the counter to stand right in front of him, staring at his sandaled feet with your fingers picking at your nails. Shanks knew he could be imposing, but he tried to soften his frown so as not to frighten you further. 

“Come here, little Beta,” he offered this time without a Command, holding his hand out to you. You didn’t look up or take his hand but did take a step closer to him. Now less than a foot away, Shanks detected a hint of the earlier ambrosia. A memory came to mind, something Roger had said about Rouge long ago.

“You’re not a Beta, are you?” Shanks said quietly, tilting his head to the side. Now your head snapped up to look at his face. Your eyes were wide and pupils blown as tears filled your lashline.

“I - I am! I have the papers to prove it! I’m -”

“You’re not.” A tear tracked down your face as Shanks reached to wipe it away with his thumb. You flinched but let him touch your face, something unspoken clicking into place for Shanks. Keeping his hand on you, he cupped your chin and tilted your head up. You looked like you were a few words away from a breakdown but he needed to push you just a little more.

“Look at me,” he said softly. “I can protect you. Just tell me the truth,” He tried to put weight into his words but given how flighty you already were he wasn’t sure you’d listen.

“I c-can’t, I can’t, I’m -” you stuttered as your lip started to wobble. Shanks’s inner Alpha roared to life, demanding that he take care of you and console you. Gritting his teeth, he instead led you to the loveseat by the front window and sat you down, perching right next to you. Shanks wanted to give you space, he really did, but the Alpha in him needed to soothe your pains, either physically or emotionally. 

“It’ll be ok, just tell me.” Shanks shook his head, trying to clear the scent from his lungs before he answered. He had so much he wanted to say but the only thing he could think about was your scent wrapping around him and clouding his mind.

“I’m…I’m - I’m an Omega,” you whispered, your shoulders hunching in as if to ward off an attack. Shanks’s impassive face didn’t change but his mind rapidly filled with questions he needed answers to. 

“How have you been able to hide it? Even here someone would have smelled you,” he asked, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His body was releasing his own pheromones now to soothe your sadness. There wasn’t anything he could do to stop it - it was a purely biological function - but he hoped you’d find some solace in it anyway.

“I, um, make my own s-suppressants. Well, I used to, b-but now I can’t get the - all the things I need. And I work at this store. Like you said, the smell is overpowering so, I um, it helps with the scents.” You looked up at him through your lashes while curling in on yourself, as if waiting for him to grab you or strike you.

“Nothing bad’s going to happen,” Shanks said, pulling you closer to him. He would rather lose his remaining arm before forcing you into mating but being physically close to an Alpha like him would likely help you calm down. Actually, now that he thought about it, he decided to do something he’d never done for a woman before. He’d never even tried it outside a few times in childhood - and that was just to annoy Buggy.

Shanks purred for you. 

The effect was near immediate. You sagged against his side, face in your palms as you accepted the comfort he offered you. Shanks covered you with his cloak, the two of you sitting in silence as Shanks thought through potential solutions, purring all the while. You rubbed your face on the soft material of his cloak like a little cat, even as tears trickled down your face. You started to sniffle, his shirt getting wet but Shanks didn’t mind and let you have your time to process the situation. 

After a few moments, to his surprise, you crawled into his lap and pushed your face against his chest in an effort to get closer to the rumbling emanating from him. Shanks knew your actions weren’t personal - it wasn’t him you wanted - you were fulfilling a need due to your respective designations. You were an Omega and he an Alpha and you wanted to seek comfort where you could find it. Still, he allowed himself a small measure of satisfaction to calm the Alpha within him. He held you against his warm body, though not tightly in case you wished to move back to the loveseat. 

You were still crying quietly but the purr was helping you to calm down, his hand now running up and down your back in an effort to soothe you. His fingers skimmed your arms where your stained work shirt didn’t cover and it took all his effort not to dip his hand beneath the hem. Your skin was so soft, much softer than any Alpha or Beta he’d ever had the privilege of touching before.

He’d never been this close to an Omega before and the effect on his inner Alpha was heady. His body was ready to toss you into the closest bed and make you feel better in any way he could, but the man in him would never cross that line. After several minutes, you broke the silence. “S-so are you g-gonna sell me? K-keep me?” you sniffled into his chest.

“I would never sell you. Never,” Shanks said, his words making goosebumps appear on your skin. He continued to run his calloused hand over your arm, speaking soft but sincerely. “We do need to talk about what to do next. I don’t think you’re safe on your own, not even on Beta Island. I’m not the only Alpha who stops here - I know the island trades with merchants and all it takes is for one of them to smell you. Even if you could get the materials for your suppressants, I don’t think it’s a good idea. The consequences of you being discovered are high,” he explained. If you were found, you’d be turned over to the World Government and sold off to the highest bidder. Shanks shuddered to think of the fate you’d suffer at the hands of the Celestial Dragons.

“S-so what do - what’s g-going to happen?” you asked, still leaning against his chest. Shanks hummed. He’d only come to one solution that worked during all of his brainstorming.

“I can take you with me on the Red Force, if you wish. I’ll keep you safe there until we find a more permanent solution. It wouldn’t be forever, just until we found somewhere you could live in peace.” Shanks hoped that was true but he couldn’t think of anywhere on the planet that was safe from the reach of the Celestial Dragons and habitable. His inner Alpha was raging at him for his suggestion to let you go but he would never limit your freedom because of your designation. You picked your head up and swallowed thickly. You hadn’t said yes or no, so he continued to make his case.

“Come with me, please Omega? It’s not so bad on the Red Force,” he said with a small smile. You gave him a weary look but didn’t frown or outright refuse. “You can watch Beckman boss me around and even come to my defense if I deserve it. He’s partially to blame for all this anyway,” Shanks said with false annoyance. “He’s the one who asked me to buy candles since I might have used them all up to read a romance novel in the bath one night,” he said with a huff. You gave him a watery smile, which Shanks took as encouragement.

“Please, Omega? You won’t to live in fear anymore, looking over your shoulder at every turn. You’ll be free,” Shanks urged you, holding himself back from kissing your forehead. He couldn’t imagine the stress you were under, hiding your designation from everyone you knew and working in this putrid smelling candle store on top of it. You pressed your lips together and gave a small nod of your head.

“A-alright,” you whispered against his skin. Shanks wanted to roar in pleasure at your acceptance of his protection.

“You won’t regret choosing freedom. You won’t regret choosing me.”

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[yanderenightmare]

FEM x M INSERT masterlist

Fem reader x male insert

Yandere and other Kidnapping Tales ~

Yandere kidnapper takes your virginty:

♡ VIRGINITY

Yandere captor has too much libido:

♡ REMINDER

Thirsty thoughts on big yanderes x tiny darlings:

♡ GENTLE GIANT

Yandere kidnapper softly nonconning darling:

♡ soft noncon

Yanderes who keep you high as a kite:

♡ HIGH AS A KITE

Yandere captor using you as his pretty rope-bunny:

♡ ROPE-BUNNY

Yanderes who's obsessed with breeding:

♡ FORCED BREEDING

Yanderes who're obsessed with pet play:

♡ PET PLAY

Spending Valentine's Day with your incel kidnapper:

♡ HAPPY VALENTINES

Yandere kidnapper is a sexual sadist:

♡ RIBBED CONDOMS

Yandere captor staking claim to all your holes:

♡ STUFFED

Misogynist boyfriend keeps you captive:

♡ A SHITTY MOVIE

Strange Yandere keeps you locked inside his playroom:

♡ THE PLAYROOM

Your sweet boyfriend shows his true colors:

♡ TRUE COLORS

Your rich boyfriend buys you everything:

♡ PROPERTY

Poly yanderes with captive reader in apocolypse au:

♡ THE BUNKER ♡ STAYING

Witnessing your own mental state descend into Stockholm Syndrome:

♡ GONE MAD

Your trip-sitter isn't as trustworthy as you think:

♡ TRIP-SITTER

Awful nasty incel:

♡ drabble

The seven days of the week as yanderes:

♡ YANDERE DAYS

Boyfriends and Husbands~

Simpy boyfriend is unabashedly obsessed with your ass:

♡ ASS

Boyfriend is embarrassed:

♡ POST NUT CLARITY

Sweet boyfriend won't stop talking about anal:

♡ SECOND VIRGINITY

Snugglebug boyfriends who're just so clingy and hopeless:

♡ VIRGINAL

Your toxic boyfriend is a little old-fashioned-minded:

♡ BENEVOLENT SEXIST

Breaking up with you bad boyfriend:

♡ BAD BREAKUP

Condescending boyfriend:

♡ HOPELESS

Businessman x trophy wife:

♡ TASTE OF MONEY

Reformed bully boyfriend wants to roleplay the past:

♡ REFRAMING TRAUMA

You break up with your sorry-ass gamer boyfriend. He does not take it well:

♡ GAMER-RAGE

Rich husband owns everything you have:

♡ BARBIE

Sadistic and oversweet yandere boyfriend:

♡ PIECE OF CAKE

Incest and Pesudo-incest ~

Step-bro creeps on you:

♡ CREEP STEP-BRO

Step-daddy puts you in your place:

♡ TRAINING

Omegaverse and other Hybrid Tales ~

Pet collector buys bunny reader:

♡ BOUGHT & SOLD ♡ THE OTHER PETS

Beast boyfriend x human reader:

♡ INSTINCTS

Poly wolfboys x bunny reader:

♡ BUNNYHOLES ♡ GROOMING

You were certain you were an Alpha, but as it turns out...

♡ TWIST OF FATE

Hybrid bear yandere takes bunny darling captive:

♡ BUNNIES MAKE THE BEST SLUTS

You're sent to an omega institution for behavioral correcting:

♡ THE OMEGA INSTITUTION

Patronizing soft dom Alpha:

♡ OVERWHELMED

Behemoth dominant Omega x tiny Alpha reader:

♡ UNNATURAL ♡ part two

Alpha is dogshit at courting Omega reader:

♡ SWEATER WEATHER

You're a poor bunny hybrid sold off to an apex predator:

♡ PLAYBOY BUNNY ♡ CLIENTELE

Sword and Sorcery ~

Massive warrior claims you as his war prize:

♡ WAR PRIZE

Orc master loves making a cum-slut out of his pretty elf slave:

♡ ORC x ELF ♡ ORC x ELF

You become the spoiled prince's personal maid:

♡ FARM ANIMAL

Elf reader captured and gangbanged by orcs:

♡ THE PILLORY ♡ PART TWO

Cruel Emperor makes a harem out of all his bastard sons and daughters:

♡ HALFBLOODS

Set in medieval times, you get punished by the parish priest for gossiping:

♡ BRANK'S BRIDLE

Bullies and other College Tales ~

You let your bully fuck you in exchange for him leaving you alone:

♡ WORSE OFF

Your childhood bully tracks you down:

♡ APOLOGETIC BULLY only avaliable on AO3 ♡ PART TWO

When the playboy finally falls in love:

♡ PLAYBOY

Your strict teacher fucks your throat raw in detention:

♡ DETENTION

You're a popular airhead, and he's your loser tutor:

♡ BLIND TRUST

Teacher teaches you a hard lesson:

♡ HARD LESSON

Pretty reader x virgin loser boy:

♡ VIRGIN BOY

College boy struggles to acclimate to dorm life. Reader neighbour is not helping:

♡ LOOSE SCREWS

Boss-man and other Office Tales ~

Boss uses his assistant whenever he wants and however he wants:

♡ BOSS

The old-fashioned boss with intern reader:

♡ NEW INTERN

Colleague crushing on reader in office au:

♡ CUT TO THE CHASE

Loser colleague crushes on mean girl reader:

♡ ERRAND BOY

Miscellaneous ~

Reader owes the mob:

♡ PROPERTY

You're not cheap, but you're worth it:

♡ FAVORITE WHORE

You're not really a model, but the brash photographer doesn't care:

♡ PHOTOGRAPHER ♡ PART TWO

♡ GN x M INSERT masterlist

[deikshen]

omg I love your snake demon shen yuan au! if shen yuan is currently at the prize hunting/gift giving stage of courting luo binghe, does that mean he skipped over fighting him out of respect/fear? or can we expect a tussle in the future (with luo binghe allowing himself to lose ofc)?

MEOW THANK YOU SO MUCH !!!

Honestly, and thinking about it very carefully, I think it can be applied as each demonic species has its predetermined courtships. I mean, yes, demons are inherently violent towards others within the cortege, but I think this species particularly of snake demons would rather go for brute force than for "I can show you how powerful and strong I am by bringing you beasts that no one else could hunt", something like - they demonstrate their power that should be feared or respected in a more strategically subtle way. I also feel that they would go more for a hard strategy than to rush headlong into a fight unless it is a direct provocation

That is to say, I think the message of being feared and respected would be clear if some rare beast appeared at Luo Binghe's door, still dying, with not a wound other than the clean mark of the poisoning of the demon fangs. Like, "look how powerful my venom is, look what it can do, look how I can provide with this for you!!!". I mean, of course it's something Luo Binghe could have hunted with a sword or his hands, but for SOMEONE to have done just to prove a point in their courtship that is unexpectedly funny for him

Thinking about it because I'm a bit of a bitch when it comes to inventing demonic things, maybe some things are particularly hard to get-hunt unless you're a stealthy snake demon with powerful venom. So there's Shen Yuan sighing and having to get his hands dirty because well, his Emperor HAS to see his worth as a suitor- I think that would be the only thing that would make him wrinkle his nose, poor boy, he wants to inspect more beasts and learn from them that he wants to kill

Although I guess it would be funny if, err, at some point the demon court was like "nooo the courtship isn't complete because he hasn't proven he can fight with Junshang!! He doesn't deserve Junshang's attentions!!", idk, they are just irritating and perhaps against this marriage because, after all, it doesn't even make political sense? A waste of resources? they are little bit to be a pain in the ass more than anything, as if they could influence Luo Binghe's opinion lol

But of course Shen Yuan just has to accept that, oh well he'll have this impending tussle with Luo Binghe, exactly THIS is how he wanted to end his week!!! (sarcasm, of course) Anyway, he's willing because, aha, if that's the way he should go...

Luo Binghe would definitely allow himself to lose because he WANTS this pretty suitor as his handsome husband (accepting his destiny of being a wife, please, he has already decided what his path will be), but I think he would fall dramatically to his knees when some other random suitor wants to take advantage from the whole situation and attack Luo Binghe too in the middle of the fight and Shen Yuan is just like "bitch I've been courting the Emperor for weeks to get here fuck you" and he ripped it out a piece of his jugular or something

It's not that Luo Binghe is surrendering, but, eh, there's a lot of blood, chaos and confusion and I guess the court accepts it as valid heheheh

I'M SORRY YOU GAVE ME SPACE TO RAMBLE AND YUM YUM YUM NOW I HAVE SNACKS TO GO WITH MY TEA HAHAHA THANKS FOR ASKING (⁠灬⁠º⁠‿⁠º⁠灬⁠)⁠♡

[phoenixyfriend]

Mandalore's Royal Concubine AU

HI

INSANE THOUGHT

YOU KNOW THAT POPULAR AU WHERE MANDALORE IS ITS OWN EMPIRE AND WHENEVER IT TAKES OVER A PLACE IT BRAINWASHES THE CAPTURED REBELS INTO BEING LOYAL CITIZENS (yes I know it's called the Integration AU)

I want one of those where you keep hearing about The Emperor but it's Plagueis, and you hear about Maul and Tyrannus and so on.

And then like ten chapters in you run into Jaster (40-ish) and the mistress he got after taking over Naboo, a 25yo Sheev Palpatine.

Dolled up and ostensibly brainwashed and known to have the Force but not any known ties to the Sith, he's just DAINTY and likes Naboo fashion and the readers are constantly hunting for The Truth. Is he a Sith that was successfully brainwashed? Biding his time? Looking to break away from Mandalore with Naboo but not a Sith? Working against the protagonist because he IS loyal to Jaster? Etc

A lot of the stuff you see people do to Obi-Wan, tbh.

Concubine Palpatine...

Also, if we go a bit down the line and instead have it with 50s-Jaster and early-40s bedwarmer Palpatine, we can have the protagonist that's meeting him for the first time be early teens Obi-Wan.

Palpatine has been in Jaster's bed for like. Twenty years by that point lol.

WAIT NO. NOT JUST A CONCUBINE. THE MAN'S A WAR PRIZE TWKYMSKTZKGZ

Palpatine, being Force-Sensitive and politically important, had led a resistance against Mandalore In His Youth, but failed. May be a Sith plot to infiltrate that went sour when the brainwashing actually worked? May have been a Sith plot that failed because nobody expected Sidious to LOSE and now they've washed their hands of him. May have just been a generally shitty Force-Sensitive but unaffiliated with the Sith because Naboo was on the other side of the galaxy from the Sith Empire? I don't know and neither do the readers.

Suggested by @threebea:

Either way he wants to do terrible things to Plagueis, either for his own revenge or on behalf of his husband

Subplot people trying to say Obi-Wan is their love child and could potentially steal the throne because Sheev is also a redhead (it's not true) but dealing with both assassins and they're trying to pull power way from Mereel

Obi-Wan: .... I'm not how is this even a rumour!?

It's because like satine and he for whatever reason used Palpatine as a cover somehow when they were teens and it has 'evidence' that there's a connection

Sheev "didn't want his child treated like he was and gave him up/smuggled him away" (sad sob story)

Obi-Wan: now both Mandalorians and Sith want to kill me for potential throne stealing, and I mean I'm a Jedi, they already wanted to kill me. but this feels more personal somehow

Sheev: ......... (Does not even like Obi-Wan and owed Duke Kryze a favour or Kryze was his ally before his death or w/e)

(Sheev brainwashed or not will absolutely use this tho)

I think there's also potential in 22yo Jango trying to "adopt" Obi-Wan (against the kid's wishes, of course) and explaining away the Palpatine situation with "stay away from him, he's always plotting."

"I thought you said he was successfully integrated."

"He was! But... you know those stories about evil stepmothers? And conniving concubines? He's... both. So just stay away."

Obi-Wan so maybe he's not integrated and he's an ally (no no he is not)

I also think it would be funny if the integration DID work and DID make Palpatine loyal to Jaster, but 80% of his non-sex actions result in "please stop helping me" because the methods are always way outside what even integration-happy Mandalore is comfortable with.

Fully corrupt, but for Jaster

Palpatine is having some palace intrigue and poisoning officials

Jaster: wait no

He's full on Dowager Empress vibes but he's not even married to the guy, nor is the guy dead.

All the political intrigue and skill of the prequels but. As a royal concubine.

Should definitely have beef with Jango for whatever reason

Jango: my childhood was a nightmare because of that man ><

But Palpatine covered himself way too well for it to be proven.

That's why he's 'adotping' Obi-Wan! Needs a force sensitive that he controls (that Palpatine doesn't have access to).

God, he DEFINITELY wanted to send Jango to boarding school. I don't think Jango ACTUALLY got sent away, but Palpatine probably managed a few Summer Sleep-Away Camps.

Palpatine: so you can be perfect for your father

Palpatine: (and get out of my hair ... Maybe have an accident that would be swell)

I want him to have pet Mandalorian peacocks. Drive home the absurdity.

I've decided this AU also has a primary plot about a Mysterious Stranger that keeps showing up to help Obi-Wan (actually help, not Jango's "help") and it's implied to be a member of the lineage, like Qui-Gon or Xanatos or something. Obi-Wan begs to be his padawan, before even knowing exactly who it is. And then, it is revealed to be! A time-traveller! Anakin, but as an adult! He hasn't even been born yet!

And then! The second twist behind the twist! Is that Anakin is not from the future but from a future, specifically! Canonverse RotS!

Ahsoka may or may not have been pulled along. And/or Rex.

Fuck it, maybe even Padmé with the twins?

Generally, all their important future knowledge, must notably that Palpatine is Sidious! Is useless.

Everything is just Too Different.

And in the middle of all that shit, Obi-Wan is introduced to the boogeyman of Anakin's nightmares, a Mandalorian concubine.

[wangxianficfinder]

Marriage of Convenience

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what price is duty, what cost is love by thunderwear (G, 18k, wangxian, canon divergence, WWX was never adopted to Jiang, war prize, YLLZ WWX, pining, first kiss, first time, falling in love, angst w/ happy ending)

seldom all they seem by Fahye (E, 25k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, or rather Arranged Betrothal, followed by Weapons-Grade Thirst)

💖🔒 love, in fire and blood by cicer (E, 360k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, YLLZ WWX, Arranged Marriage, political scheming, Gratuitous Domesticity, Mutual Pining, EXTREME SLOWBURN, the inherent eroticism of the forehead ribbon, The Mortifying Ordeal of Being Known, neither wwx nor lwj want to be Perceived, but sorry kids! it’s gonna happen!, rated E but the the NSFW stuff doesn’t begin until chapter 19!, bottom LWJ in chapter 20 and 27)

Concord by Deastar (T, 41k, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, Gūsū Lán Sect Rules, Depression, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

🔒 As It Should Be by kuro (M, 36k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Arranged Marriage, Fluff and Angst, Miscommunication, Dubious Consent, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Siblings, Running Away from your problems, as adults do, Eventual Fluff)

True Gold Fears No Fire by defractum (nyargles) (M, 69k, WIP, WangXian, Royalty AU, Ancient China, Wuxia, Historical Inaccuracy, Arranged Marriage, Identity Porn, Mutual Pining, Emperor!LWJ, empress!wwx, Eventual Happy Ending, Misunderstandings)

travelers through the empty gate by stiltonbasket (M, 112k, WangXian, royalty au, mistaken identity, emperor WWX, poor LWJ, forced marriage, (by LWJ himself), confused WWX, parenthood, misunderstandings, empress LWJ, fluff & humor, married life, angst w/ happy ending, WIP)

我的皇后是農民 | sowing seeds in the cold palace by sweetlolixo (E, 84k, WangXian, Imperial Palace, Emperor LWJ, Imperial Consort WWX, Farmer WWX, Angst, Romance, Wingman LJY, Wife-chasing-LWJ, Arranged Marriage, Best Boy A-Yuan)

much sweeter than by mellowflicker (T, 3k, WangXian, Royalty-ish AU, Arranged Marriage, a little bit of YLLZ WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending)

The Simplest Way Forward by harriet_vane (E, 70k, WangXian, Modern AU, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Kid Fic, explicit in much much later chapters, green card marriage (but not really), pining for your own husband, endless pining, Slow Burn, Happy Ending, Nothing else bad or traumatic happens to the baby, [Podfic of] The Simplest Way Forward by knight_tracer)

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[astro-nomaly]

also how many AUs do you have in your brain?? because I'm betting there's a LOT and I would love to hear some lore (I'm gonna conspiracy theory the shit out of these)

That’s a loaded question man but uh I’ll try to list them. Ig this is like a master post for my AU’s lol. Ninjago AU’s alone:

1. To Kill A Legend. Ninjago x Breath of the Wild fusion fic where Lloyd is the Prince of Hyrule and has to save all his dead siblings from giant mechanical dragon monsters and also kick Overlord ass. My current fic ofc 🫶

a. Calamity Hero: au of TKAL where the Shrine of Resurrection doesn’t work and Lloyd is reincarnated. New Lloyd has to deal with everyone treating him like his predecessor. Takes place only 16 years after the Calamity and not canon

b. Hero of Legend (is it an au if it’s canon to the main au?) basically just the first ever hero of destiny

c. Hero of Time (canon to TKAL): traveled the time stream to fight the Time Twins and man am I tired of the word time. Doomed by the narrative

d. True Prince (name pending/semi-canon to TKAL I haven’t decided) wherein everyone thinks Morro is the hero of destiny but it’s actually Lloyd, who was adopted into the royal family

e. Oni Hero (canon to TKAL): a hero of destiny who beat back an invading Oni army. TKAL Lloyd’s direct predecessor

f. A potential sequel to TKAL that I don’t have a name for yet. Morro is possessing ya boy and Lloyd gets to deal with another eldritch monstrosity

2. The Graveyard Shift aka the love of my life. Modern au with ghost magic. Lloyd, Harumi, and Akita are all best friends - Conduit, Quiet One, and Red are mortal enemies. The unbreakable bonds of love ig. I WILL be writing this trust. (It uh. It has a playlist. Some songs are just for vibes, some directly reflect the characters and no I won’t be saying which is which)

a. Attack Dog au. Harumi blackmails Akita into helping her kidnap the Conduit. My favorite spin-off of the graveyard shift

b. Bad Ending - harumi makes the wrong decision in either one of two situations and dooms the narrative

c. Obligatory swap AU where they swap places lol

d. Mentor AU where Mystake isn’t killed and lives to mentor Lloyd

e. Time loop au. Lloyd accidentally triggers a time loop over Jamanakai and everything ends well for a change

f. Sidekick AU. Basically what was the original version of TGS where instead of trying to murder him, Red is basically Lloyd’s animal sidekick. She’s only ever in her wolf form while they’re dealing with the Quiet One and he has no idea she’s a person. He thinks she’s a weirdly liminal dog or smth idk

g. Painted Skin AU. Harumi is a Painted Skin Demon, so she doesn’t have to murder people to turn into them. Being a demon somehow makes her more redeemable

h. Jfc this is getting ridiculous okay uhm. Enemy of My Enemy AU (name pending) where Harumi snatches Lloyd before any of the Conduit-Quiet One-Red shenanigans happen, Akita still figures out her best friends are a cultist and the Conduit respectively and goes on a reluctant mission to save Lloyd, Lloyd tries his hand at redeeming Harumi while trapped in a cult, and Harumi realizes how bad she is at her job. I hate myself.

3. Sword and Shield. In an effort to use his son’s power for himself, evil demigod of destruction Garmadon turns Lloyd into a living weapon. Brad finds Lloyd in an abandoned monastery 50 years later and they fall in love on a quest to break his curse. Fluffy ❤️ I’m probably also going to eventually write this bc I love it

a. Armor AU. Garmadon manages to hold onto Lloyd and use Magic Sword Demigod to conquer most of Ninjago. Brad, part of a rebel force, is sent in as a spy for an upcoming assassination on the Emperor. In a twist of fate, he ends up accidentally kidnapping Garmadon’s most prized and valuable weapon.

b. Fuckin uh Helm AU idk I’m trying to theme these aus on weaponry. I blame Missa for this. Basically Lloyd doesn’t get to shapeshift into human form, he’s legit just. Stuck as a sword but he can appear as like. A reflection almost? Like the image of a person in the blade of the sword and Brad can talk to him. Brad is the only one who can hear/see him, and Lloyd is straight up just Stuck like that. Fuck me and my adhd goddammit

4. Who You Gon’ Call? Morro isn’t a bad guy in Posession and he and Lloyd team up to trick/sabotage the other ghosts and stop the Preeminent before she can bust out

5. The Final Phonecall. Not my au, it belongs to @thegreengoose22 but I’ve been writing the fic for it

6. Emotional Support Werewolf. Akita is stolen from the Never Realm by some asshole and stuck in wolf form. She ends up in a shelter by circumstance and is adopted by the other ninja looking to get the (insanely depressed) Green Ninja an emotional support animal. Thinking of writing this au as a oneshot

7. *sigh* uh Greenflower Timeloop au that I don’t have an actual name for yet. Brad Tudabone is a victim of timelooping every time he dies (from increasingly ridiculous causes) and Lloyd is the Life/Time witch sent to figure it out. They fall in love and Garmadon doesn’t understand how shovel talks work (hint: they don’t involve using an actual shovel on your son’s soulmate)

8. Fucking Christ okay Meant to be Mine AU where Harumi’s been stalking Lloyd since they broke up, and in a desperate bid for her to get the memo that he’s uninterested, Lloyd finds a guy to date until she leaves him alone. Cue her trying to murder Brad Tudabone, and Brad (insane) agreeing to the fake dating situation while they figure out how to make her stop already. This isn’t fleshed out at all and it is in fact inspired entirely from Never Ever Getting Rid of Me from the Waitress musical

9. The Tansy Means ‘Fuck You’ AU wherein Lloyd Garmadon and Brad Tudabone have been anonymously competing in their local art competition for 6 months, and desperately need to send their art rival a ‘fuck you’ boquet of epic proportions. (@weekend-whip this is your fault)

10. Motherfucker. Okay uhhhhhh Key to your Dragon’s Heart AU (yes I know the name is corny idgaf) wherein Lloyd Garmadon is a very powerful, very beautiful witch everyone wants to marry, and Brad Tudabone is not exempt from that list. This is slightly crack and also based off that old tumblr post about the shapeshifting cat witch

11. Fuck Me Sideways It’s The Selkie AU. Fucking. Fucking. Jfc okay Brad meets Lloyd, the restricted and super unwilling spouse of some rich fuck who stole his animal pelt, effectively trapping him in marriage, and helps get the pelt back and falls in love along the way. It’s a selkie au idk what else you want from me

12. I’m accepting my fate: Princess Bride AU. It’s the Princess Bride but with Greenflower idk what else I can say here

13. Thumbelina au. Technically crack but knowing me I’ll be thinking about it for a while so. Here. Thumbelina Greenflower whatever

14. Bedrock. A random Steven Universe au that hasn’t left me alone for over 3 years but I will literally never write. I go insane making up Gem culture and religion and a whole war doing a societal reformation- I was crazy. I’m still crazy. Don’t ever think I’m not crazy

15. Crossroads AU. Instead of staying at the monastery post-merge, Lloyd goes out to find the rest of his family himself. Along the way, he adopts a new friend group of one-off minor characters from older seasons

16. The Thing About Mom. Another Steven Universe au where Lars died during the Gem war on earth and Rose brought him back as a pink zombie. He and Steven meet and become brothers

17. (Jfc-) okay Full Diamond AU where Steven is raised on Homeworld as Pink Diamond, and utterly spoiled but ultimately trapped just like his mom was. For his birthday - or whatever the equivalent is on Homeworld - he’s given a very special present: a human named “Con-nie”. Who is. Less than pleased.

I’m. I’m insane. I have a lot of AUs. I have too many aus. These are just the ones I actively think about. I’ll answer asks about any one of these I love them so much you don’t UNDERSTAND

[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

Can you please write a roman au where darling was in an arranged marriage with Diavolo, the former emperor of Rome before Giorno overthrew him and took her as his war prize.

Oooh

Darling had many proposals for her hand Giorno and Diavolo being two of them. Giorno was the prince of a nearby kingdom, he hated the empire and planned to sever ties with it once he was king. They were secretly in a relationship, planning to make it public after his proposalwas accepted. Diavolo had conquered most of the country and wanting to be in the emperors good graces and secure their lineage her parents arranged her to marry him.

Darling despised Diavolo and dug her heels in every chance she could. Diavolo suggests they send her to him so that they'd have time to bond before the wedding. They followed and darling was trapped. Subjecting her to cruel punishments until she would requite his feelings.

Years after Giorno is able to counter Diavolo's empire and a massive war ensues. Eventually leading to the capital being assaulted. Giorno using the commotion to enter the palace and finds darling. He tries to approach but she keeps her distance. He promises her that he won't hurt her, he's after Diavolo.

Diavolo then walks in. What a reunion he proclaims. He'd watched them from afar all those years ago. Jealousy from all those years ago bubbling back up to the surface. He would never let him have her again.

Diavolo grabs darling and holds a dagger to her. Warning Giorno if he tries anything he'll use it on her. He attempts to get him to surrender but one of Giorno's men comes in and gives darling the opportunity to escape his grasp.

A battle ensures and Giorno is victorious. Once again he attempts to console darling but she keeps her distance. Giorno's heart breaks seeing his love in such a state, she won't even speak to him.

Eventually he's able to get his arms around her, holding tightly Despite her desperate attempts to get him off

"It's ok (Y/n), you're safe now"

"I promise I'll never hurt you" he tries to reassure her, now a crying mess.

Over weeks he tries to help darling overcome what's happened. Their is progress but now darling is against renewing the relationship. Things have changed and after everything that is happed she feels as though she could never love again.

But Giorno can't let go. He needs her, through the worst of times the thought of her beside him again kept him going. He wants to protect her now that he has her once more

[hannahbarberra162]

Emperor's Prize, Part 4 (Yandere Alpha!Shanks x Omega!Reader)

18+ MDNI on Ao3

The other parts

Your POV

Everything was wrong. 

You woke up to the morning sun rising over the horizon with the sheets beneath you drenched in your sweat. It felt like there was static electricity sparking across your skin from head to toe and you were overcome with a new restlessness. Nervous energy coursed through your body and you needed to expel it immediately. Your eyes swept around the Emperor’s untidy cabin and the urge to rearrange everything struck you. Nothing was different than the day before but now everything just wasn’t right. Given Hongo’s warning, you knew you were going into heat but you hadn’t expected it to feel like you were an alien other in your own skin. 

In addition to the physical sensations, your mind felt fuzzy to the point you couldn’t complete a single thought. You knew that during your heat you’d be in a sort of fugue state; your mind taking a back seat to the needs of your physical body. You would want to do anything to satisfy your Alpha with pleasing him becoming your main priority. Heat was a physically and mentally vulnerable  time for Omegas.. A corrupt Alpha could claim you against your rational will under the haze of the heat or cause irreparable harm to your body. In an ideal world, an Omega would have the time and ability to choose their Alpha before and during their heat. But…you would have the Emperor ashe’d made it clear there was no other choice. 

You inhaled deeply through your nose while sitting up and nearly vomited on the spot. There were so many conflicting harsh and irritating smells that you couldn’t even determine which was the most abhorrent to you. You stood up after kicking the blankets off your feet and began investigating to find the source of your current displeasure. The Emperor’s clothes all over the floor were the primary culprits of the unbearable stench. Even though he hadn’t told you that you could touch his belongings, he could surely understand that some items needed to be removed from his room. The thought that you hadn’t been given permission flitted away from your mind as you began to sift through the discarded clothing.

Picking up individual items, you sniffed each piece of clothing carefully. Some smelled so incredible that you held them over your nose and mouth like a mask while inhaling the rich scent of cloves and oranges deep into your lungs. One of the best smelling items was one of the Emperor’s open chested shirts. You weren’t sure what exactly was different about this white linen shirt from all the others but you couldn’t get enough of the smell. You disrobed from the clothes you were wearing and slipped into the shirt with the hem reaching to your thighs. Continuing on in your quest, you sniffed the next garment and immediately threw it across the room where it ended up landing at the door to the cabin. It was a white dress shirt with a ruffle in the front and the initials “DM” stitched onto the collar. The shirt itself was nice enough but it smelled like an absolutely vile combination of wine and leather. The smell of the ruffled shirt bothered you so severely you went to wash your hands to be rid of it.

You ended up sorting the Emperor’s clothes into three groups. The pile with the amazing smelling clothes went onto the bed where it was arranged in a circle. You weren’t sure exactly what the end result would look like but your instincts were telling you to start building a nest. The disgusting clothes went to the farthest possible point from your nest and joined the other foul smelling shirt beside the door. You left the clothes that didn’t bother you, which there weren’t many of, where they were on the floor. The majority of the clothes made it onto the bed, including the Emperor’s cloak you had worn the first time you’d met him. As you finished sorting things, there was a brief rap on the door before it opened. The door opening revealed the Emperor bringing you a tray of breakfast.

“Whoa, what’s all this by the door?” he asked, stepping over the pile of clothes and into the room. You scrunched your nose as he approached you. His scent on the clothes was pleasant but he didn’t belong in the room with you. You wanted him gone so you could build your nest in peace but weren’t sure how to communicate that in a way that didn’t get you in trouble.

“You alright, Love? You look warm,” Shanks continued while setting down the tray and reaching out his hand to touch your forehead. You stepped back from his intense smell as it grew closer to you. It was simply too potent for you right now and you couldn’t bear to be near him. Ducking under his arm, you scurried to the other side of the bed in an effort to put distance between you. The Emperor was undeterred and followed you around the bed as you kept taking steps back. Soon you were left with nowhere else to go as your back hit the wall of the cabin. Even though you risked punishment for your rude behavior, you couldn’t stop yourself from pinching your nose shut to keep out his smell as he approached you.

“Yeah, your heat’s starting. You began building your nest, hm?” Shanks asked, his hand drifting over one of his old shirts on the bed as he continued on his way to you. You practically hissed at him while narrowing your eyes at him before moving towards the shirt and rearranging it to your liking. It was pure instinct making your fingers itch with the need to move it, but couldn’t he see that he had moved the shirt to the wrong position? You hoped he wasn’t keeping a tally of your mistakes against him but you couldn’t stop yourself from adjusting it so it was the way it needed to be. 

Reaching for you, he put his palm on your forehead as you leaned back farther away from him. He was also warm, adding to the heat of your body to your chagrin.

“I’m guessing you want me out of here then,” Shanks said with a boyish grin, unperturbed by your annoyed body language. You searched his face for any signs of malice before you nodded your head in response. He laughed easily at your answer and put his hand up in mock surrender. 

“All right, I’ll leave. I’ll bring some clean blankets and linens for you but other than that I’ll be on the deck if you need me, yeah?” he said as he turned to go, stepping over the clothes pile again. 

“M-may I ask you for a favor, Emperor?” you blurted out at his receding back. You had to talk to him about the claiming mark now since you weren’t sure how long you’d be rational. This was your first heat so you wanted to ask while you had the chance. The Emperor’s eyebrows hiked slightly as he turned to you.

“Sure, Love. What can I do for you?” he asked with curiosity leaking into his tone. You took a deep breath to brace yourself for asking your question. You thought he’d deny you what you were asking for like he had with your island expedition but you had to at least try.

“I - I don’t want the bite. The, um, the claiming mark. I know, um, that - I - um, you might - you can do -” You shrank back when the Emperor drew near you once more; curling your arms around yourself in an attempt to reassure yourself. It wasn’t the stench this time that had you moving away, you knew from experience how strongly Kid had felt about the claiming bite and how desperately he’d tried to make it form. A claiming mark was supposed to be the final step of an Alpha / Omega courting with it supposedly creating an unbreakable bond between the pair. It was said that some highly compatible couples could even sense each other’s emotions through the bond, but that was surely just an old wive’s tale. In reality, it would be a way for the Alpha to secure the Omega to their side forever by creating a lasting bond between them. If you got a claiming bite from the Emperor, you’d never be able to endure another heat cycle without him. You’d never ever be free again.

He put his large index finger under your chin before tilting your head up to look at him. Even with your head filled with cotton you could feel your underlying fear instincts kicking in. You wanted to avert your eyes but couldn’t summon the courage to as his eyes bored into your own.

“I won’t, I promise,” the Emperor replied with the sincerity of the vow settling under your skin as he kissed your forehead. It was the best you could hope for, but you wondered what a pirate’s promise was worth? You stayed silent while you nodded slightly to indicate you understood. Closing your eyes to focus, you tried to remember your manners. It would be no good to start your heat off on the wrong foot with the Alpha who’d be…helping you through it.

“Thank you Emperor,” you croaked out as he kissed your forehead. He turned and smiled at you once again, his smile lines etched into his tan skin. His deep red hair shone in the sun as he grinned at you, giving you his full attention. He really was very handsome, you conceded to yourself as he left the cabin with an ambling gait.

“See you soon, little Omega.”

Shanks POV

Shanks’ smile remained on his face as he closed the door to his cabin behind him. You were absolutely adorable and he couldn’t get enough of you like this. Your moody feistiness was showing him the most spirit he’d seen out of you since you’d been on the ship. You reminded him of a little cat, hissing and puffing up its fur when all it really needed was to be taken in hand and pet until it purred. The clothes on his bed alerted him that you’d started building your nest and the sweat dripping between your breasts told him you’d be in heat likely by nightfall. He reluctantly gave you leave even with the absolutely divine sweet smell emanating from your every pore. He wanted to roll around with you and wrap around you like a blanket but he’d been warned you would want to be left alone at this particular juncture. Hongo had informed Shanks that you would want privacy to build your nest so it didn’t bother him that you wanted to be left alone.

Hongo had said you would need time and space to prepare yourself for the coming heat. So Shanks knew you would be picky about your surroundings, getting rid of anything you didn’t like and preparing the room along with yourself for your heat. What he hadn’t anticipated was you cracking open the door while he was still in front of it and throwing a pile of clothes out onto the deck, before slamming the door shut again. The various crew members lounging on the deck glanced between the door and their bemused Captain. Rockstar’s eyes roved over the pile of clothing and narrowed his eyes.

“Hey! That’s my favorite shirt!” griped Rockstar while snatching his gray shirt from the pile.

“And my missing bandana!” Lucky Roo chimed in before grabbing his kerchief with a huff. 

“The rest of the shit is mine, except for this,” Benn said, holding up the ruffled shirt between two fingers. He was smoking yet another cigarette as he piled the rest of the clothes in his muscled arms. Shanks had noticed that Benn was smoking like a chimney since you came onboard. Luckily they’d be docking at the island later that day and Benn could buy as many as he wanted. He was, at best, unpleasant when he ran out of smokes at sea.

“Ok, so I borrowed a few things. So what? You got 'em back, no harm no foul,” Shanks said  with a shrug brefore leaning against the door to the cabin. 

“What else you got in there, huh? Probably more where that came from,” Rockstar grumbled, turning to head towards the door.

“ DON’T.” 

Rockstar froze where he stood, his body unable to move as Shanks’ Command crashed over the deck. His face was stuck somewhere between shock and horror as he found himself at the wrong end of his Captain’s aggression. Shanks hadn’t meant to utter the Command, much less combine it with his Conqueror’s haki. Calming himself down with a deep breath, he released the energy and Rockstar slid to his knees, panting for breath. Shanks exchanged a look with Beckman as the first mate helped Rockstar back to his feet. 

‘Stay away from the Captain’s quarters. Three meter radius around the whole area,” Beckman decreed. Not that the crew needed to be warned as the discharge of haki was enough on its own. Sighing, Shanks sat down in front of the door to his cabin with his back against the familiar worn wood. He could excuse his aggression the first time around, but this was becoming too much. Hongo said that an Omega in heat could cause him to go into rut if he wasn’t careful. Someone like Shanks, at his level of power, couldn’t afford to go into a mindless state where all he cared about was fucking. For the sake of his crew, his ship, and all the people who depended on him for protection, Shanks needed to keep his mind as clear as it could be and avoid the rut. Hongo had advised him not to distress you and to keep you sated, which should prevent him from going into overdrive to protect you from any perceived harm.  It would be harder than Shanks had anticipated if someone stepping within three meters of his cabin was enough to set him off. 

“Stay there and guard the girl,” Beckman said while picking up the rest of the clothes on the deck.

“I’m not guarding her, I’m -” Shanks began protesting only to be silenced by his first mate.

“And stop taking my clothes ya shrimp, don’ fit ye anyways. Do yer wash instead then you’ll have somethin’ to wear,” Beckman continued while pointedly ignoring his Captain’s words. Shanks humphed but gave no further argument as he listened to the scuttering behind the door. Secretly, he was pleased that all the clothes you’d rejected were those from the crew and Mihawk. Everything you’d kept and moved to the bed was from his own wardrobe and drenched in his scent. Even though you hadn’t been given a choice in who you’d be mating this heat, your body had chosen him. And his certainly chose you.

Your POV

The ship had been docked for an hour now, gently bobbing in the waves with the sounds of the crew dissipating into the night air. The crew had hurriedly left the ship as tension rose corresponding to your coming heat. You still hadn’t left the cabin nor did you have any inclination to. You’d finished your nest a few hours prior with everything exactly how you wanted it. The Emperor had offered you fresh linens but you didn’t want to have the smell diluted from what was already in the room and you huddled in the center of your nest. Your stomach twisted itself in knots while an uneasy sense of anticipation settled over you. Your heart rate picked up and you squeezed your eyes shut in an attempt to push away your rising stress as you worried about the potential outcomes of your heat. Though you were glad you’d never experienced it before now, you wished you knew what to expect beyond what you’d heard from vague rumors and hearsay.

You were curled up naked in the Emperor’s cloak and you began rubbing the material between your fingers when your stomach went from butterflies to full blown pain. It felt like the worst cramps you’d ever felt in your life and you let out an agonizing groan. Clutching your stomach, a gush of liquid flooded out of you, coating the cloak in your slick. You’d heard going into heat wasn’t pleasant but you didn’t know it would be so incredibly painful. For what felt like the millionth time in your life, you cursed your designation and wished you’d been born as anything but an Omega. Your thoughts on your life dimmed as another wave of cramps hit you and more slick spread between your thighs. 

Mindless need had you pushing your hand between your thighs in a futile bid to quell the building ache coming from deep within you. Your core felt like it was missing something you needed as much as the air you were breathing. Whimpering as your fingers sought your clit, rubbing the sensitive nub did nothing to subdue your pain or desire. With tears beading at your lashline you tried to think of something, anything, that could help you.

You needed…an Alpha.

Shanks POV

Bursting into the cabin at the first sounds of your distress, Shanks was first met with the nearly palpable smell of an Omega in heat. If he’d had any lingering doubts about keeping you on the ship before, they were gone now. His cock was aching as he located you in your nest on the bed, ready to fill you with his seed. His cloak below you was drenched with your slick as you writhed, your small fingers rubbing at your clit fruitlessly while crying out for him while you sought to alleviate your own pain. You looked like an offering to an ancient god, a sacrifice left on an altar to be consumed.

“Alpha it h-hurts…Alpha… A-alpha… need you…hurts” you cried out, waiting for him to come and alleviate your pain. Disrobing what little he had on, Shanks loomed over you in the bed, his one remaining thought was to ask permission before joining you in the nest. 

“Omega, shhh. I’m here for you, I’m here. Can I -”

“Alpha, it h-hurts, I c-can’t -” Shanks took that as all the permission he needed as he crawled over your nest to get to you. He removed your hand from your clit as pleasure would be found only from him for the rest of your heat. Pinning both your wrists above your head, he leaned down and nipped along your scent glands with his teeth, causing you to gush more slick and whine loudly.

“Alpha, p-please, I -” 

“I’ll attend to you. Hush,” Shanks commanded as you stifled your cries, sniffles still coming occasionally.

“Beautiful Omega,” Shanks said simply while taking in your blushing face and dilated eyes. Your nipples were pert and begging for his mouth and your cunt was calling for his cock. Wanting to relieve your pain, Shanks let go of your wrists and lined himself up to your dripping cunt. He needed to be in you immediately - for both your sakes. You were hurting, needing an Alpha's seed within you to quell the pain of the heat. Shanks felt like he was going to go into a mindless rut if he didn't start fucking you now .

Sheathing himself in one long stroke, you moaned loudly and arched further into him as he bottomed out within you. Your tight channel was gripping him so perfectly that he wanted to spend the rest of his life deep within you. Shanks quickly began a harsh rhythm, his thighs smacking the backs of your legs as you wrapped your shins behind his back. Your legs began to shake when Shanks rubbed your clit with his thumb while he fucked you.

“All for me,” Shanks muttered before catching one of your nipples between his teeth. He bit gently as you hissed and held his head in your hands. Omegas were known to come easily and repeatedly during their heat and you were no exception. Your pussy fluttering around his length when you reached your first of what would be many peaks. Shanks desperately wanted to bite your scent glands as you threw your head back in bliss, but he’d given his word that he wouldn’t. You were living with him now, he could wait to give you the claiming mark until after your heat passed. 

“ Al-phaaaa, ” you cried out with your first orgasm hitting you and your eyes rolled back in your head. Shanks knew that no matter how many times you came it wouldn’t matter - he had to come in you repeatedly to fully alleviate the pain. Still hard within you, Shanks slowed his pace but continued fucking you through your orgasm. Putting his forehead on yours, you opened your eyes to meet his. Your heavy lidded eyes and blown pupils alerted him that your true self was being consumed by your heat. Your true personality would be hidden under the haze of heat until the tail end when you’d come back to yourself in bursts. As Shanks watched your face smooth out in relief after contorting in pleasure, a flash of your real self flickered through your eyes. It was like you’d come to the surface and were frightened of what you found. You looked around rapidly and tried to wiggle away from under him as distress soured your scent. Shanks shushed you and used his arm to keep you under him.

Your lower lip wobbled and Shanks regretted his decision to wait until you kissed him first. He wanted to soothe you and so settled for cupping your cheek in his palm as you started to cry. He knew the lucid version of you would be lost soon but he wanted to make sure you felt safe and secure while you were mentally present.

“Shhhh. It’s me, Shanks. I’m here with you. It’s ok, it’s ok. You’re safe -” he said softly, rubbing your cheek. Your eyes roved over his face as if trying to etch it into your memory. You opened your mouth to speak but just as quickly as your lucidity had come it went, leaving you back in your uncomfortable heat. You grimaced and moved underneath him, wanting to fuck again to alleviate the rising pain. 

“Alpha, please, Alpha, I need you,” you cried out for him with tears streaking down your face as your contractions resumed wracking your smaller body.

“Again already, little Omega?” Shanks asked the more pliant version of you. You nodded your head as fat tears ran down your cheeks. Licking a trail all the way up your face, Shanks nipped your ear before he began moving again. Your scent glands were producing more than ever before, he needed some of you in his mouth before he bit you and broke his promise. 

“Ag-gain,” you confirmed, your body already crying out for another orgasm as well as his own.

“As many times as you need,” he cooed as you began moaning once more. Now the raw need inside him wasn’t building as quickly as the time before so he could spare some time to help you adjust to his presence. Settling himself down between your legs, he opened your thighs to reveal your glistening core. You whined at the loss of his thick cock but yelped instead when Shanks nipped your inner thigh with his sharp teeth.

“Quiet,” was all he had to say before you parted your legs farther to give him access. You shivered as Shanks flattened his tongue and licked your cunt in one long stripe from your hole to your clit. Your slick tasted divine and he couldn’t get enough as it coated his face from your leaking hole. Your hands found their way into his hair as he began sucking, licking, and mouthing at your clit. He was being an unfair tease by bringing you to the brink of orgasm repeatably before stopping his ministrations. Shanks lapped at you as your slick gushed out in anticipation of a climax you had yet to receive. Pointing his tongue, Shanks groaned as he drove it into you much like his cock had been previously. He couldn’t get enough of your delicious slick and he swore he’d never had an ambrosia so divine before. 

Bending your knees, you put your legs on his back and pulled his hair to coerce him to let you come. Shanks smiled into your pussy - he had half a mind to discipline you for trying to tell him what to do but he didn’t want to be away from your cunt for a single moment. 

“Not on my face, on my cock,” he said while moving back to flip you over to hands and knees. Entering you once more from behind, he fucked you with long and slow thrusts as you continued to leak slick. You were moaning with every thrust, making Shanks glad the crew had left the ship so they wouldn’t hear the delicious noises you made. Taking his fingers and running them up your thigh, he gathered your slick on his fingertips before he raised them to his mouth. He tasted your juices and hummed with delight. Running his finger through again, he leaned forward towards your face.

“Open,” he commanded without having to use any Alpha power behind it. Your jaw dropped immediately like you couldn’t wait to comply with whatever he told you to do. Sticking his fingers in your mouth, you sucked off the juices on his fingers and continued to suck on his fingers as he kept moving within you. 

“Stop,” he whispered into your skin before biting your shoulder gently. Shanks was going to keep his promise to you - he would - but he couldn’t resist a little nip along your soft skin. You ceased sucking immediately, opting instead to drop your front to the bed and turning your head to take his length further within your body. Shanks was amazed at the degree to which you obeyed him. Sure, you’d been obedient beforehand, but it had come with trepidation and hesitancy. You complied out of fear of reprisal, afraid of his every movement. But now you were completely willing to submit to him and allow him to do with you as he pleased. The feeling of heady power was not unlike the rush that came with using his Conqueror’s Haki. There was almost no one beyond his control, he could make even the proudest of Alphas bend the knee with his might. None of it felt as rewarding as your soft, hot, tight, cunt wrapped around him like a silk fist. This was the due of an Apex Alpha, he thought as your cunt pulsed around him. 

Shanks leaned back to watch his cock slide in and out of you as he fucked you. You pushed back against him, your body desperately trying to get more friction, more of his length, just more. Shanks used his hand to keep you in place as he started pounding into you more forcefully. You didn’t get to control the rhythm or speed, you were there to take what he chose to give you. You accepted his offering by stilling your body and pushing your knees further apart. Maybe you did need a little discipline, he thought as he drove into you. He would go easy on you, he decided, after all this was your first heat and you hadn’t had…positive experiences in the past.

Continuing to fuck you from behind Shanks surprised himself - his favorite position was to have his partner ride him. Normally by this point, Shanks would be enjoying a lovely view and would fuck up into you when he wanted to. Except…he didn’t want to have you any other way besides in front or beneath him. He was driven by the need to conquer you while accepting your submission and demanding more.

Shanks grabbed the ends of your hair and wrapped his fist in it twice, using the makeshift ponytail to pull your head back. You keened as your pussy clenched tighter, showing your enjoyment at how he was using you as he continued snapping his hips against your ass. He wished he had both hands so he could thumb your clit but the way your cunt was pulsing told him you were close again. He could see why Alphas wanted their Omegas to keep their hair long now, it was an easy way to control you and contort your body. Pulling harder made you whimper as another wave of slick hit his thighs. You were close, and he was sure if he kept going he’d be able to get you to come in a few minutes even without touching your clit. A thought touched the corner of his mind and Shanks decided to test out a theory.

“ Come,” he Commanded in his strongest Alpha voice. You howled your release as your already tight cunt contracted around him, milking his cock to orgasm. Your cunt convulsed around him seemingly endlessly as you rode your high. Finally sighing from relief, you collapsed onto the bed for a moment’s respite. Shanks was still on his knees with his cock already hardening again in anticipation of your need. He was on a razor’s edge and barely able to avoid entering a rut himself at the sight of his cum leaking out of your soaked cunt. He was pleased his command had worked, it was a way he could compensate for lacking a second hand. 

You were laying face down on the bed, already mewling your need for another round. Hongo had said the experience would be intense but Shanks hadn’t been prepared for something like this. Rolling you over, Shanks took in your blissed out expression and relaxed body. He’d never seen you like this and his heart clenched at the sight. He could almost see who you were before you were taken from your island, but it was just out of reach. He idly pondered what you were like before Kid met you and your life had dramatically changed course.

“ Smile,” Shanks Commanded, wondering what you would look like if he had met you first. Your face broke into a huge grin that reached your eyes, alleviating the stress and lethargy he’d seen previously. It took his breath away - you shone as bright as the sun and it reminded him of easier times and happier days. Shanks couldn’t stop himself from smiling back, it felt like you were lovers lounging after your first intimate moment together. For a moment you two weren’t an Alpha helping an Omega through heat by necessity. He wished you always looked like this, that you were happy to be there, to be with him. It wasn’t real, you were just lost to the heat, he knew that, but…

“ Fuck me like you love me.” 

The Command came out before he could stop it or rationalize it away. You smiled even wider, stretching your arms up and around his neck. Pulling him down to you, you kissed him tenderly on the lips. You spread your legs and wrapped them around his waist while continuing to press your lips to his. He licked against your lips for entry and you opened your mouth allowing the kiss to deepen. It was so similar to the first time he’d had you but this was love and tenderness, not a rough fucking to alleviate your primal needs. You moved your hands from behind his neck to his face, cupping his cheeks in your hands like he was a treasure. 

“I’m so glad you found me, Shanks. I’ll never leave you,” you said, your eyes filled with love and adoration as you whispered to him, punctuating your sentences with sweet kisses to his cheeks and lips. Shanks kissed you back as he languidly began making love to you, stroking your arms tenderly with his own. Shanks had lost many people in his life - Roger, Rayleigh, Buggy, so many others to fighting, wounds, drownings - that it felt right to have someone all of his own. Someone he could protect and cherish, to keep for himself.

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[therealmofamorus]

Feel the Corruption. (RWBY/Star Wars)

Type: Poll Winner Smut

AU: Alpha Male Stud AU, Crossover AU, Breeding Stud AU, Star Wars AU: Sith AU

Fandom: RWBY, Star Wars

Summary: Raven Branwen, the right-hand woman/top consort to the Sith Emperor Jaune Miles Arc aka Darth Arcadia of the Sith Empire brought in one of the Rebel General and ex-members of the Jedi Order Ahsoka Tano. So she can be trained to be his prized slave

Theme: Dom/Sub, Master/Slave, Corruption, Mind Break, Fucked Silly, Breeding, Bad Guy Wins

X-xx-X

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"Stawp! Y-You are breaking me!!!!!" A shrilled voice shrieked out in anguished pleasure.

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"That is the main point. I am going to break you and reforge you until you are no longer your old self but your new self as my breeding sex slave." A dark, rumbling baritone voice said in a confident tone of voice.

Raven Branwen, known as Darth Omen smiled a lewd serene-like smile behind her mask as she watched as her lord and master of the Order of the Sith and the current ruler of the Sith Empire.

Her red eyes watched as the man whom she swore to serve long and loyal in all aspects of life was fucking the pathetic Jedi bitch like the whore she was. A whore who will service him and indulge in his base urges with no resistance and resilience from her but acceptance to her new life as his breeding sex slave.

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"I am going to cum inside you My Slave~. Get ready for your imminent impregnation."

SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~SMACK~PWALP~SLRICK~!

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHKYYAAAAAAEEEEEKKKKKKK~!!!!"

Raven felt her pussy moisten up at the sound of horror and pleasure from the fallen general of the Rebellion and member of the Jedi Order. Felt the soul-crushing breakdown of the alien slut who made was far from the current present.

The Matriarch of the Branwen Clan and right-hand woman begin stripping out of her clothes, hearts in her demonic red orbs, her pussy was leaking her juices nonstop and trembling with the need to have his bull-like breeding juice in her ovulating womb.

Eager to join in her sister and fellow love slave under the insatiable hunger of Sith Emperor Darth Arcadia of the Great Sith Empire of the New Republic.

[blushblushbear]

Hear me out… concubine/consort AU with monarch reader

you'll have to forgive, I'd be open to writing more of this kind of set up but frankly I read this prompt and one dude came to mind in particular.

Utterly humiliating.

Fuyu, worn down and looking the most unkempt he ever had, was being pulled from a dim covered wagon by a chain around his neck and wrists. The restricting runes etched into them glowing, almost as a warning to not resist.

"Come along, fox."

Ornate guards with brutish demeanor were tugging him along, beckoning him out into the blinding sun of the court yard and up the steps of a large palace.

He followed with a look of indignity and a shimmering feeling of rage. He, the once mighty leader of the winter clan, a prisoner to humans. And being passed off like a trinket no less! The emperor who he had fought with managed to trick his way into the upper hand, and Fuyu had been captured. Taken cavity as a victory of his prize.

He was paraded around for a while as a show of the 'great emperor's might', kept in shabby livings and feed off scraps like some god forsaken beast that pompous gloat had tamed.

And now here he was, being given off as a token of 'peace' to some other noble. No doubt another cruel master for him to play trophy for.

As his eyes adjusted, he took the sights of his new 'home' in. Lavish does not do justice to the finery that can be seen even along the front steps into the palace. The stairs were finely crafted; with linings of gold to accent the soft color of the marble, all taking shape into something that mimicked a walk way lined with flowers. The grounds from what Fuyu could see were adorned with vibrant flowers to compliment the stairs.

And as he stepped inside, the finery did not stop. All neatly ordered walls a wash with tastefully placed art. Nothing too gaudy, but meticulous, thoughtful and most of all-- tasteful.

'Well--' thought Fuyu, 'at least this master has an eye for presentation.'

His mind cast back to the shear sickening slop job of decor his previous master had fancied. The most expensive pieces he could find strewn about with little thought or care other than to show off that he had the means to buy it. All money,no decorum.

Fuyu was marched through the halls, deeper into the heart of the palace, and with each new wing he past through, he noticed the themes shifted-- each wing it's own proud individual, but somehow still meshed seamlessly with the wings around it.

Truly the home of someone with genuine refinement.

Still, with each rattle of the chains that bound him, with each time they pulled against the sensitive parts of skin, he knew that this place would still be a prison, no matter how lovingly it was adorned.

As they went deeper, Fuyu heard music drifting in from a distance. And as they drew closer to it, he felt a weird sense of relief and fear. On the one hand, his new master seemed an artistic soul. On the other--- Fuyu was still bound in chains.

He almost felt as though he might be sick as the doors opened and gave way into a cozy yet spacious parlor.

"Your Grace, a present from the Emperor of the Southern Kingdom."

Fuyu was a bit shocked that the one who turned to respond to the guard was the figure who was at the piano. He was assuming that they were simply having someone else play to entertain them. Fuyu was also shocked at how they were shocked-- for when they turned around their expression went from curious and cheery to a look of disgust and confusion as their gaze fell upon him.

"Oh--" They rose and made their way towards Fuyu and the guards that surrounded him, "Oh my-- how.... lovely??" She looked down at him, looking unsure as to what to make of him. "He uh--- he sent... a man...?"

"There is also a letter your grace!" The guard stated, holding up a wax sealed letter and holding out for them. They did not take their eyes off Fuyu, still baffled of what to make of him.

He was just as confused. They seemed more shocked than anything. Were they not told he was coming. They still were looking him up and down as they opened the letter and unfolded it while matter,

"You poor thing, the state of you..."

They then turned their attention to the letter and began reading it's contents aloud,

"For the most Honorable Monarch of the North, I humbly submit this, my most prize position," they made a face reading over that last bit, "A Kistune of a felld tribe from the mountains. This beast has been my greatest triumph and now I share it with you. I thought it fitting seeing as yOU DON'T HAVE A SPOUSE?!" the indignity in their voice made it almost crack, "AND I HEARD THAT KISTUNE MAKE FINE LOVERS?! I PRESENT TO YOU THIS SPECIMEN TO TAKE AS YOUR CONCUBINE?! WINK WINK?!?!"

Well-- that was news to Fuyu as well. And guessing by how they are reading it, his new master finds the insinuation just as insulting as he does. He's not sure if he should be hurt by the fact that they are not honored to have a kistune such as himself as a prize, or relieved.

"HEARS TO LONG AND PROSPEROUS PARTNERSHIP, YOUR BUD THE EMPEROR!" They sighed deeply, pinching their nose "of all the... SERIOUSLY?! Who sends a person?!" they asked turning to their guards and Fuyu. "Unbelievable..."

They leaned down, taking a better look at Fuyu as he knelt before them. He was almost shocked how gentle their hand was as they inspected his grimy face.

"Poor thing... Look at how poorly he cared for you..." They noticed the chain around his neck. "Did he send a key?"

"Uh, y-yes your grace," the guard said, handing them the key as soon as they held out their hand for it, "but are you sure it's a good idea to--"

Click.

"There, that much feel better." They said, unlocking the collar and deactivating the runes. For the first time in a while, Fuyu felt the air on his neck. It almost was a shock how much of a relief it felt. He was still processing his thoughts as this new master held his hand up and unlocked one wrist, then the other. All the while he was taking in the sight of them-- their face was very warm and their eyes so gentle... this was-- definitely not what he was expecting... As they held his hand, they saw how raw the skin beneath those bindings had become.

"Oh, look at your poor wrists..." They leaned in closer and gently touched his neck, "oh, and your neck to--" turning to the guard, "bring me a healer. And tell them to bring dressing for wounds. And you," they gestured to another guard, have the staff draw a bath. He needs on," more examining of Fuyu as they ran their hand across his hair, "hmm-- and tell them to break out the good conditioner. Stand up for me please?" They gestured from him to stand and in a fit of confusion, Fuyu followed their orders. They guided him to spread his arms out and they took a good look at his form.

"Man you're tall... probably not going to have anything that will fit you that well... we're going to have to make due for now, but I'll send someone down to get your measurements after you're cleaned up. Oh, speaking of-- Rose," they turned to a maid who had been standing by in the corner, "have the house staff ready one of the guest rooms-- one of the larger ones."

Fuyu stood there still in shock. What was all this...? Now that all of the staff had departed to handle things, him and his new master were left alone.

"You must be hungry---" they walked over to a table and grabbed a tray of treats and brought it over to him, "Take your pick. Oh, but this is just to tide you over! Don't worry, we'll get a real meal into you of course!"

Their smile was so sweet. Fuyu still wasn't sure how to take this... was it a trick? Or some sort of ruse. He remained in a stunned silence as he looked at the tray, then back at them curiously.

"Go on!" They said with a bit of a laugh, "They won't bite!"

He sheepishly picked up some sort of baked good and started to nibble on it experimentally. It was strange... it had a pleasing enough smell but the taste was--- almost herby? But not quite an herb...

"It's lavender!" they chirped, "You don't have to eat it if you don't like it, it's not everyone's taste." It was now Fuyu's turn to give his new master a semizing glance. They were definitely... a lot better looking than his previous master. Though they were also much more confusing. Fuyu could handle cruelty-- that he was used to-- but such an out pouring of kindness? And to one who looked so feral as he must right now? This must be some sort of trick...

"And once we've got you cleaned and fed and clothed," they started, setting the tray down on a near by table, "we can begin to make arrangements to send you home."

Fuyu froze. In his shock he dropped what he was eating and stared at them wide eyed.

"Send... me--- you... aren't going to keep me?"

"Pff-- what? No!" they chuckled and walked towards him, "Dude, you have kidnap victim written all over you! I'm not going to keep you prisoner here!"

"But... that emperor..."

"Oh I'll just tell him you escaped. And if he tries to come find you-- I can always send you off with some form of protection! I know many a guy, we could probably hook you up with some kind of way to make you untraceable! Besides, your tribe must miss you!"

Fuyu felt a paign of sorrow and bitter rage that was capping a mild panic. After a long silence he finally growled out,

"My clan are all dead... I lead them to ruin like a fool... I have nowhere to go..."

The Monarch's expression turned sympathetic. They came up to Fuyu and took his hand in his.

"You can stay here. As long as you like. To save face, you can be a concubine, but in name only." They took the other hand, pulling Fuyu's attention to their face as they looked in his eyes and told him, "I will never make you do something you don't wish to do. You are free to do as you please here. No chains, no bindings. I promise."

Fuyu left his eyes watering. Such kindness, such mercy... it had been so long since he felt it, and he believed he did not deserve it. But he will accept it. He took their hand in his, lowering his cheek into their palm.

"Thank you..."

They simply smiled.

"Of course. If you're mine now, then I plan to treasure you. NOW! Let's get you washed up. And after that, I can show you my library if you'd like---I have all manner of literature-- you're free to go through it as much as you like of course-- and the--" Fuyu followed as he was dragged once again through the halls, though this time it was gentle and surrounded by excitable chatter.

He still didn't feel he deserved this, but maybe he could grow to enjoy being treasured...

[summerwritesfics]

🌎We Will Dance The Whole Night Through

Pairing: Bi-Han/Sareena Length: 1618 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Royalty AU, Fluff, Emperor!Bi-Han, Maid!Sareena, First Meetings, Meet-Cute, Dancing, Background Hanzo/Kuai

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: So uh… Khaos Reigns apparently wasn’t too good for the Bireena nation, huh? (I wouldn’t know. I haven’t played/watched it, and don’t plan to for a little while for the sake of my sanity lol) As a consolation prize, enjoy Bi-Han being a grumpy man to everyone but Sareena :) Fic title is from Under A Violet Moon by Blackmore’s Night.

Sareena was trying her best to keep her composure.

She was used to the usually empty halls of Netherrealm’s palace, where she’d just keep to herself and make sure things were clean. She couldn’t remember the last time her Master had guests, let alone thrown a huge party like this. It was uncomfortable, having to serve so many people, making sure they were fed and happy. Usually she just had Master to watch over, and she had his tastes memorised at this point. But she didn’t know any of these people, didn’t know what they would like or if they’d take her offering them drinks well or not.

She stilled her nerves, carrying a tray with glasses of Champagne on it through the crowd. She offered some to everyone she met, some gladly taking a glass, some politely declining, and others glaring at her like she’d just asked them to get on the floor and lick her shoes.

Soon she had one glass left, and she spotted a man standing off to one side on his own. Well, I may as well see if he wants it.Everyone else was in groups, meaning she’d have to grab more if she offered it to anyone else.

“Would you like a drink, Sir?” Sareena asked as she got close to the man. He stared at her for a long quiet moment, before reaching to take the glass offered.

“Thank you.” He returned his attention back to somewhere across the room. Sareena was about to leave him to his own devices, when suddenly he asked “you work in the palace, correct?”

“Yes, that is correct,” she confirmed, completely unsure where this conversation was going.

“Then could you tell me who that is?” He pointed across the room, where two men were standing talking. She recognised one of them, tall and wearing his signature yellow colour, while the other was unfamiliar, shorter and in a light blue. “The man in yellow, I know he is a member of your armies, who is he?”

“Oh, that’s General Hanzo Hasashi,” she replied, watching the two men in question as well. Hanzo was an oddity, not originally from Netherrealm, but the second he had joined the army, he’d raised in the ranks thanks to his unwavering loyalty. He was usually a stoic figure, it was almost impossible to make him smile, let alone laugh.

And yet, in the company of whoever the other man was, he had a small smile on his face, looking at him almost fondly.

“Do you know the man he’s with, Sir?” Sareena questioned, because there was something in the way this man was reacting that indicated he did. “It’s just… I’ve never seen the General smile before. Whoever he’s with must be special.”

The man scoffed, “he’s my younger brother, Kuai Liang.” The man rolled his shoulders, tilting his head, looking like he was debating walking over there. Eventually, he backed down, taking a sip of his drink. “I will let it be for now then. But know this, if your General tries anything with him, there will be hell to pay.”

“I see…” She wasn’t entirely sure how to react to that. She debated warning Hanzo that Kuai Liang’s brother was unhappy about their seeming friendliness. It felt unnecessary though, so for now she’d just let things play out for itself.

“My apologies,” the man suddenly stated, his gaze now on Sareena as he raised an eyebrow. “I do not believe I asked your name.”

“Oh. I’m Sareena, Sir,” she replied, curtsying ever so slightly holding the tray behind her back. “I guess some would call me a maid, but really I do whatever my Master requires of me.”

The man nodded at that, before turning to her fully, placing a fist over his heart as he bowed to her. “I am Emperor Song Bi-Han of The Lin Kuei Empire.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” She bowed again, not really sure what the protocol here was. Sareena was used to being in the background, rarely addressed by others, especially guests. Even less so an Emperor. She felt completely out of her depth here.

“Hm. There are not many to think that,” Bi-Han chuckled, although the tone wasn’t exactly a humorous sound. More bitter? Angry even. “Apparently I am quite intimidating.”

“Well, you cannot be so bad, Sir. Most nobles and royalty do not give staff such as myself a second glance, let alone ask their name.” The truth, really. When she thought about it, she wasn’t even sure if Quan Chi himself knew her name. Despite how closely she worked with and for him, she couldn’t remember a time he’d actually referred to her as Sareena. “So. You have that.”

“Yes, well. I tend to prefer talking to the staff than the masters.” Bi-Han took another sip of his drink, eyes glancing over the room. Sareena followed his gaze, finding he was staring at Hanzo and Kuai Liang, who had apparently taken to dancing together. Bi-Han looked annoyed, but merely shook his head and returned his attention to Sareena. “Honestly, you are not missing much talking with nobility. They tend to be horrifically privileged, vapid, self righteous and self congratulatory people.”

“Not you though?” Sareena questioned, knowing he’d taken no offence to the question when he smirked.

“I have an ego, I suppose, but I actually have the skill to back it up.” He brought a hand behind his head, almost like he was flexing for Sareena’s viewing. She had to admit, his bicep did bulge significantly when he did it. “I doubt the majority of these rich idiots have ever so much as touched a blade, let alone fought side by side with their soldiers.”

“True.” Sareena stepped closer, deliberately lowering her voice to her whisper. What she was about to say was something she did not want to get back to her employer. “I know for a fact Quan Chi stays safely within these walls anytime there is a campaign or conquest.”

She glanced around the room, eyes landing on her Master across the dance floor. Thankfully he was not paying attention to her at all. Not because he was talking to anyone, which is what she would have expected given this was his party. No, instead he seemed to be distracted by something on the dance floor. She couldn’t tell from here, but it almost looked like he was watching Hanzo and Kuai Liang.

Whatever he was looking at, he appeared to be absolutely pissed about something.

“Does not surprise me,” Bi-Han muttered, also looking over to Quan Chi. He raised an eyebrow, seemingly noticing where Quan Chi’s own gaze was currently landing. “I understand my invitation here is partially an attempt to convince me that allying with Netherrealm’s forces would be in my empire's best interest.”

“And I suppose so far, you have found little to convince you of that?” She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t recall seeing Quan Chi talk with Bi-Han. Which, quite frankly, if that was what part of what this was about, you’d think it’d be a priority. Sareena never quite understood her Master’s motivations sometimes.

“Not from him. I expected as much, however.” Bi-Han stared at her, before giving a smile. “But maybe I will find something.” He suddenly held his hand out to her. “I realise that you are working, but if you have the time spare, may I ask you for this dance?”

“I- Oh!” Sareena was certain her face was bright red, because her cheeks felt so very hot all of a sudden. “I don’t really know how to dance.”

“Admittedly, neither do I,” Bi-Han chuckled. “But I think together we might be able to figure it out.”

Sareena took a deep breath. When am I ever going to be asked to dance again? By an emperor no less. And if Quan Chi had a problem with her leaving her post? Well, she was sure she could swing that she was trying to help convince Bi-Han that an alliance would be worth his time.

“I’d love to,” she finally exclaimed, taking the hand Bi-Han had offered her.

Together they walked into the centre of the dance floor. Holding both hands, they began to sway in time to the music, glancing around to try and figure out what everyone else was doing. They probably stood out as being sloppy and out of time but Sareena didn’t care. This was probably one of the happiest moments of her life.

She briefly looked away from Bi-Han, seeing Hanzo and Kuai Liang once again. Only this time, they were both looking back at her. Hanzo was as passive as ever. Kuai Liang however? Well, he had a huge grin on his face like he knew something no one else did. He took a hand off of Hanzo, giving Sareena an enthusiastic wave. She just gave a brief nod, unsure how else to respond.

And then she spotted Quan Chi, his gaze now squarely on Bi-Han and herself. Sareena was expecting him to look angry, instead he merely looked intrigued. Somehow, that felt worse. She had a horrible feeling she had accidentally just made herself a pawn in whatever game he was playing.

Sareena decided that was something that could wait. Especially when her eyes finally came back to Bi-Han, whose face was screwed up in concentration, clearly trying to get his movements right. It was just so endearing, how hard he was trying. Is he doing all this to impress me? Honestly merely acknowledging her existence did that.

Whatever Bi-Han’s motives, or whatever anyone else thought, for now, Sareena was going to just shut out the world and enjoy herself.

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Lab!au Koda and egg therapy and/or Laelius Slavery Whump (2024)!!!

So a big part of this ask game is to motivate myself to post art on here. Sooo~~~

Laelius, Adult, (He/him) Oc intro~ (cw: Sexual slavery, noncon, dehumanization, exploitation)

He was born with albinism so his pearlescent skin is sensitive to sunlight. Laelius was always kept inside for his own safety. The people of his village feared him, believing he was a ghost or a demon based on his appearance. So his mother raised him on her own, keeping him safe at least until their village gets raided by slave traders.

Then he gets put into sex-work, a prized trophy and concubine. Draped in silks and dripping with jewelry, as depicted here, lying on the many velvet cushions. He never guessed he would end up here, plagued by prophetic dreams and gagging on an emperor's dick. I have some more art of him~

The butterfly tattoo was a form of branding from one of his owners. He's always thinking, whether it's an idle daydream, or debating if he'd get in trouble for retaliating against his captors. Despite not having a formal education, he's very witty and perceptive, a fast learner but he tends to be overly cautious more than anything.

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So you have done a few bullet point AUs? Curious what would a Bloodboon role swap AU look like (Philza kidnaps Techno at the very start but Techno wants to return to nether)?

Me and Pink had a lot of fun with this one :D

Techno doesn't have anything on par with Philza's kids, so the circumstances need to be different: a full on war between the Nether and the Antarctic empire. Techno is King Ashthorn's top warrior/general. The Nether is loosing the war, and when talking terms of peace, the Antarctic council comes to the grim decision that The Blood God is too dangerous to let live.

Philza, however, has respect for his enemy, and doesn't think someone deserves to be executed just for being on the wrong side of a conflict. He manages to talk his council down to taking Techno as a prisoner of war/hostage.

Ashthorn is stoked to have a scapegoat for everything that went wrong with the war and pins it all on Technoblade, the dishonourable war prize. As a last chance to take advantage of this, he even promises Technoblade an honourable return home, on one condition: successful assassination of the Antarctic royal family.

A grim plan forms. Technoblade must endear himself to emperor Philza and his sons, get their guards down, and strike when it's least expected. It shouldn't be that hard, right? As the emperor's war prize, he'll be expected to serve him in all ways, right?

Philza promptly puts Techno is a palace wing as far away from his own courters as possible and tells him to stay away. Techno is a guest, for all intents and purposes, and he'll be treated with decency and respect, but he is still a dangerous enemy agent who will not be trusted. As the whole situation is quite awkward, Philza would prefer to forget Techno is even here. This is very confusing to Techno, who was under the impression he'd be used as slave labour. Philza is appalled at the very notion. Prisoners of war as slaves, what savagery!

Techno then makes the quick calculation that the fastest way to Philza's good graces is through his sons. Bad news: Philza has forbidden his sons from interacting with Techno is any way, shape, or form. Good news: Tommy doesn't listen very good.

Techno never even attempts an escape. Instead, the large conflict that leads to actual friendship building comes from secretly training Tommy, because that's what the prince wants and Techno needs to befriend him, but then Tommy accidentally injures himself. Philza walks in at just the wrong time, immediately sees red, attacks Techno, and would have killed him if Wilbur hadn't intervened quickly enough. Techno does, however, break a tusk.

Philza, after having the truth explained, feels bad, and invites Techno over for a fancy dinner. Techno is perplexed! He's been eating bread and cheese this whole time, what could be fancier than that!?

Philza also gets Techno an iron prosthetic tusk later, which is really badass from a piglin cultural point of view.

Random assortment of things that could also happen at some point:

Techno half-accidentally breaks into the royal library and has a grand old time. This might be how he meets Tommy in the first place, who was hiding from his dumb boring tutors

Techno discovers reading glasses, significantly improving his quality of life

Not seeing any signs of Techno actually doing his mission, Ashthorn sends more assassins: Witherbrand and Thornwhip. They're lured into defecting by the promise of bread and cheese

The happiest ending, I imagine, would be Philza arming Techno to the teeth with the best armour and weapons the Overworld has, and Techno returning to the Nether to duel Ashthorn and take the throne.

And thus, we come full circle. Technoblade rules the Nether as a wise and just king, with the bonus of excellent trade deals with the Overworld established early on in his reign. Also Techno and Philza can visit whenever they want ^^

-Anchestor

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What is this contest? A fanfiction contest held for and in the universe of Hermits and the Olympians / Emperors of Olympus in celebration of reaching 970+ followers. Winner is chosen through amount of kudos/votes/likes and can choose from either prizes; a comic based on their submitted work or requested rendered art.

What is Hermits and The Olympians? Hermits and The Olympians/Emperors of Olympus is a Hermitcraft/Empires SMP based Percy Jackson AU based off my art and headcanons. I don't associate this AU with any other Percy Jackson AUs that existed alongside, before, or after the existence of mine.

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1. Can be a one-shot or a completed multi-chapter fanfiction. Pre-existing/written fanfiction can be submitted.

2. Setting should take place in the Hermits and The Olympians AU, doesn't necessarily have to follow to given character lore. It also doesn't need to necessarily follow the canon lore of the Riordanverse either (since the AU itself doesn't adhere to it strictly)

3. Submitted work should preferably be in English and is at least 2k+ words. It can be posted in either Tumblr, Wattpad, or Archive of Our Own.

4. Hermitshipping/Empiresshipping content is allowed.

5. Strictly, A.I. generated content and plagiarism is banned from submission.

6. Writers are allowed to collaborate with each other.

7. Any theme and plot is okay! Just please handle sensitive topics carefully and tag them properly.

8. If you are to use any of my art for visuals, please credit me.

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OTHER NOTES:

Only works that have been submitted through the google form will be counted.

Tumblr posts advertising their works needs to use either hashtags; #Hermits and The Olympians or #Emperors of Olympus (depending on what SMP you're writing for.)

Mandatory hashtag is #HaTOFFContest

WHERE TO SUBMIT? Google Form here!

FOR OTHER QUESTIONS discord or message me on Tumblr directly

DEADLINE October 20th, 2024 (No specific time)

[lisenberry]

Lizzah's Haladriel (Halbrand + Galadriel, The Rings of Power) Masterlist

Series:

Chef Halbrand - A spicy modern restaurant AU.

The nightly escapades of the staff at Shenanigans, with Galadriel as the new waitress, Celeborn as her boyfriend/boss, and Halbrand as the ex-con line cook.

The ocean is holding all the kings - A collection of related canon adjacent AUs.

Begins with a missing scene of Halbrand crafting Galadriel's suit of armor, and ends with the Galadriel sailing for Valinor at the end of the Third Age.

Completed:

Over the hills and far away - Haladriel Valentine's Week February 2025

Galadriel travels from New York City to post-Gold Rush California to finally meet her new husband. Of all the candidates who answered her ad, he was the one she fell in love with. She quickly learns upon arrival that almost all of what he told her was mostly completely true.

My house of stone, your ivy grows - Haladriel Secret Sindar Exchange December 2024

Sauron is haunted by a spirit and spends the rest of his days trying to make things right.

Love is heavy and light, bright and dark - Haladriel Fic Exchange Spring 2024 Entry

A Regency fairytale featuring a ball, a pair of star-crossed lovers, a peculiar dagger, a borrowed dress, and revenge.

No Crying (In Baseball) - A League of Their Own AU

While her husband is missing in action and presumed dead in WWII, Goldie O’Finarfin signs up to play baseball in the All Arda Girls Professional Baseball League to distract her from the grief of losing so many of her loved ones to war. She clashes with the surly team manager, Hank Smith, a recently returned veteran battling his own demons.

All the dead seem to know where I am - Hellbrand and Ghouladriel Halloween Week 2023 Entry

One was never to speak of Sauron in the dark, or alone. For his very name was an abomination. A curse. A cautionary tale of what happened to lesser beings who dreamed too loftily, aspired too greatly. Who coveted the power only held by the gods.

It burns like hell when two souls meet - Hellbrand and Ghouladriel Halloween Week 2023 Entry

A horror/noncon, in the vein of the Exorcist, where the demon Sauron possesses human Halbrand, and the nun-in-training Galadriel does her best to save him.

Where you drew the line, I would cross the line (a thousand times) - The Cutting Edge AU

A dubcon romcom with Galadriel as the rich figure skater, and Halbrand as the injured hockey player looking for another chance at glory.

WIPs:

Come on love, draw your swords - Roman Empire AU

Galadriel Artanis is the last princess of an ancient Celtic tribe wiped out by General Sauronius, under the command of Emperor Melkor. Sauronius wishes to keep her as his war prize, but she has other plans.

Take care of the blood that your love runs through - Milkman/Appalachia AU

Celeborn leaves his new wife Galadriel home at his dilapidated family farmhouse while he's away on business. Dairy farmer Halbrand stops in to check on his pretty neighbor every now and then.