Hey it's me again 🙃
Would you be interested in writing a Medieval Royalty AU with a side of arranged marriage? They can either know each other beforehand or just meet on the wedding day. Whatever tickles your fancy.
That is me just mashing all of my favorite tropes together.
I hope that you're not overworking yourself with all of these demands, so if you need a break just ignore my ask
Anyways
Great work on my previous ask so thanks again and in advance ❤️
Walls high, higher than needed. Pearly white and pure. Pillars held up the roof, and colored windows set for an awe-inspiring view. High-caste mechs and femmes sat in rows with their pretty clothes and jewls. And at the very end, there stood a white, blue, and red painted mech. Wearing a beautiful yet appropriately modest suit that didn't hide the natural beauty of his armor. He was smiling, but it was a smile that didn't reach the optics. He seemed tired. Perhaps a little anxious, if one were to notice the slight shake of his frame every time he breathed.
All too soon, a powerful step echoed through the church-like room.
Not a single bot had heard or even noticed the large doors open, as they were too loud and enthralled by the gossip they spoke amongst themselves. Yet now, all helms were turned back to stare at the awaited mech.
Megatron.
Optimus has heard the stories. Kings in Kaon were chosen by a show of strength rather than heritage. The previous kings having to either be defeated.. or slain.
Another step was taken. Light seemed to hide Megatron's face in shadow. And Optimus had to squint in an attempt to see the face of his soon to be conjux.
The previous king was slain some years ago, after he ruled without a single mech or femme being successful in defending him. All prior challengers to the old king were suspected to have been assassinated. But why would the kingdom of Iacon care? Kaon and Iacon bots could never see eye to eye. Iacon finds the high-caste of Kaon to be barbaric and much too lacking in attire. While Kaon finds that the high-caste of Iacon to be two-faced with clothes too frilly to possibly be comfortable or even possible to transform in.
Optimus can only speak for himself, but he finds that instead of the propaganda of Kaon being more barbaric than Iacon, it's instead a difference in culture. He has seen what Kaonian clothes look like. And they're actually quite—
Optimus's optics widen. Gasps are heard, and the backround music that he had tuned out long ago paused.
"Beautiful.." He mumbled despite himself. Utterly enchanted by how his soon to be conjux looked like. Yet, at the same time, understanding the shock and horror of all the other Iaconian bots.
Megatron had decided to wear his scar-ridden armor and a singular flowing red cape. A gold necklace adorned his neck, and a confident, cocky smirk spread to his lips. Almost as if he wanted this exact reaction.
Something made Megatron's smirk falter, and his confident steps pause. Everyone was staring at Megatron. But the King in question seemed to only have optics for Optimus.
Optimus felt like he was being devoured alive by those red optics. It sent a shiver down his spinal strut. Megatron seemed to have noticed, and a mischievous, lustful grin spread to his lips.
Megatron began walking forward again. Closer and closer until he was on his spot, right across from Optimus.
"You look quite divine.. Optimus, was it?" Megatron reached over to hold Optimus's servo. Kissing the back of it with a smirk.
The Prime felt speechless. He was thankful, though, that he had been taught to always have the last word. "You look quite good yourself, Megatron, King of Kaon."
Megatron laughed out loud, startling everybot who had been wispering to silence once more.
"Lying does not suit you, little Prime. Best not do so again." His grip on Optimus's hand tightened. Making him wince. A silent warning on Megatron's optics. Smile gone.
All too soon, this fantasy that Optimus would maybe have a peaceful, somewhat happy marriage where he and Megatron could see eye to eye was gone. Optimus hadn't lied. He did like how Megatron looked like. But if this is how he's being treated in public, Optimus can only assume the worst of what may happen behind closed doors. He was prepared, though. His father, the current king of Iacon, had prepared each and every one of his heirs to be married off. While also giving them the opportunity to prove themselves as future heirs. Optimus, third in line, did his best to prove himself to his father. He had hoped he would become king and choose whom he would get married to. The choice had been made for him without his knowledge. He only got a hint that that's what his father wished to do for him when his "what to expect and do if you have a failing marriage" classes increasingly got more and more intense.
"I'll keep that in mind," Optimus conceded. Not wishing to argue so soon or openly.
Megatron's smile came back, and the wedding finally seemed to be picking up the pace and running smoothly.
When the kiss was finally announced, Optimus grew weary. A weird glint in Megatron's optics made Optimus sure that the mech was up to something.
His hunch was then proven right when the innocent kiss that was supposed to last less than a second continued for longer than that, getting more and more heated. One of Megatron's servos was holding the back of his helm, preventing him from moving it. While the other held his waist, which stopped any attempts to try and run or walk backward.
Optimus hit his limit and began hitting Megatron's shoulder. Demanding for him to release him and stop! The king of Kaon, thankfully, did just that soon after with a self-satisfied grin. Having gotten one last bite on the Prime's lower lip.
"Well then, shall we?" Megatron picked up Optimus bridal style before the Prime could answer. "The little sounds you made from such a simple kiss were absolutely sinful~ I hope I can hear more.." He wispered to Optimus as they walked off.
Optimus covered his face with his hands. Refusing to be seen. Optimus doesn't care how heated his frame became because of those words. He's not about to dance to Megatron's tune! He'll be sure to give the mech an audial-full about boundaries!
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Remember when I said I was cooking a Really self indulgent au?
Here it is! In which Ace picks up a different shipwrecked masked aspiring adventure-novelist on Sixis :)
Spade Pirates’ First Mate Sabo AU
Except Sabo and Ace both don’t realize it’s each other because Sabo still has amnesia and Ace can’t recognize Sabo after 7 years because of the mask
This came from the writing prompt someone gave me of Sabo and Deuce interaction and once I got thinking about them I was like. There’s too many parallels. And couldn’t stop thinking about it
In this AU Sabo doesn’t get saved by Dragon, washes up onshore on Goa before he dies, and survives to set sail again a week or so later, but still has amnesia. Realizing that sailing alone as a ten year old is pretty unfeasible though, he stops sailing after the first few islands and lives as a feral forest child on his own for the next seven years until he feels ready and strong enough to try again.
He chooses his own name, Tage (pronounced taj), based on the assumption that Sabo is his last name and his belongings are too ruined to read his given name :) credit to whery for the name pun idea it’s absolutely genius
I might do some short comics for this if I ever get around to it but for now it’s just a loose collection of ideas!
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Atlanteans keep summoning Phantom.
They don't mean to, but now he has a very different look.
Apparently the summoning ritual for the High Prince of the Infinite Realms was leaked (he's pretty sure it was Johnny and Kitty), and teenage Atlanteans are like any other teenager; absolutely willing to peer pressure their friends into doing stupid creepy shit.
He keeps appearing underwater, and it's super uncomfortable to take that moment to remind himself to stop breathing so he doesn't accidentally inhale a lungful of water.
Easy solution; he's already got two forms, and one of them is pretty malleable. As a ghost, it's not like he needs to use his legs anyways.
So he changes it.
It's got glittering white scales, glowing green freckles, claws, and a betta-fish-like tail with glowing neon ridges. He calls it his mer-sona, and makes sure to call it that before Tucker can beat him to it.
Now whenever he gets summoned, he just sticks to that form.
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