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[violetjedisylveon]

The Samadhi Flower

Spicynoodles Tangled AU chapter 1

Summary: The Samadhi Flower is the last chance to save Queen Iron Fan's life, and her husband will do whatever he can to save her.

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: Near death experience, sickness, curses, child birth, c-section, forced pregnancy and LBD is really creepy at the end. Those last two go together.

A/N: You need context for this, here's the AU Masterpost it has the context. These first two-ish chapters are before the kidnapping btw.

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Once, long, long ago, the Queen of the Heavens descended to the mortal realm and planted a singular seed.

This small seed held a fraction of the Queen's power, an infinitesimal amount for a goddess to give up, but nearly unimaginable to the vast majority of mortal beings.

From that seed, the goddess’s gift to the world below, grew a magic fire flower. The Samadhi Flower 

It had the ability to heal the sick and injured, cure even the most devastating curses, chase away dark forces from the possessed, and even save one from the brink of death itself if used properly.

And it was powerful, just being near the flower’s influence would heal one of any ailments.

Though much like its creator, the flower had a darker side. Its creator was a goddess of destruction after all.

The Samadhi Flower created the most powerful flames ever seen in all the realms. Its heat scorched the land around it, turning it into an inhospitable barren waste that few would dare venture far into, the flower's healing powers could be felt from the edge of the burned lands.

The Queen had instructed the flower to protect itself from those who might use its power for their own selfish desires, so it harnessed the destructive powers to do as it was told.

To further protect the flower she had graciously gifted the world, the Queen decreed that only one of her divine blood could truly control the power of the flower, and that the flower could only be picked by one willing to risk the fury of the Queen of Heaven to save another they cared for more than themself.

When the Queen thought her gift was safe from greed and power hungry mortals, she left it to the mortal realm to be used as she intended.

And there it was.

The Samadhi Flower.

Sitting in the center of a burnt, barren land, the symbol of its power scorched into the ground it grew from.

The fabled gift from the Queen Mother Of The West herself.

The last chance he had to save the love of his life.

“Brother, are you sure about this? The legends say the Samadhi Flower will burn any who dare attempt to pick it.” His ears flicked in acknowledgement of his sworn brother’s warning.

DBK silenced the dragon prince with a glare. His other brother was not so easily silenced.

“We still have time to figure something else out, we don't need to resort to this.” The golden furred monkey said with a gesture towards the flower.

“No, if we delay any longer, Iron Fan will die.” He grunted.

“And if you try to pick that flower, you will die. Even if you somehow manage to get the stupid weed out of the ground, she could still die from the damned thing burning her, or from giving birth, and that leaves the kid an orphan!” The monkey king argued.

“If it comes to that, I trust you and Mihou will fulfill your duty as our child's godparents.” DBK said.

The monkey stared up at him with a fiery rage in his eyes.

“Then let me try, I'm a lot more-”

“No. The Samadhi Flower is very selective about who it will allow to pick it.” He cut his brother off.

“Besides, I doubt the Queen Mother would appreciate you picking her flower, Wukong.” He added in a late attempt to lighten the mood.

The monkey’s tail lashed around angrily and he clenched his fists in frustration. Instead of hitting him, Wukong merely stomped the ground, hard enough to leave an indent.

“I fuckin hate you.” He growled with crossed arms.

He nodded to his brothers and turned to the Samadhi Flower, glowing with an immortal fire. He approached the flower and before his brothers could interfere or try a last minute attempt to stop him, he thrust his hands into the ground and grabbed onto the flower’s roots.

The ground itself burned.

His thick fur caught fire and the heat blast filled his eyes with tears.

Squinting through his tears, he could see his mate's image in the dancing flames. She was alive and healthy. That was the only thing he wanted, being without her was worse than any pain this flower could dish out.

He dug his heels in and pulled.

For a split second, he thought he saw someone else in the fire, a woman with a harsh frown on her face stared at him with dark, hard eyes.

Then the woman gave him a subtle nod and he ripped the flower from the ground.

He fell back into his brothers’ waiting arms.

“Fucking hells, you got it. You actually got it you crazy bastard!” Wukong shouted gleefully, shaking his arm aggressively.

He hissed in pain and pulled away from his brother.

“Are you alright?” Ao Lie asked.

He shook his head and staggered to his feet.

“I will be.” He grunted.

“We must hurry this back to Iron Fan.” He said.

Wukong nodded and formed his cloud underneath their feet.

“Hold on tight boys, we're going home.”

XXX

DBK paced anxiously outside of the royal delivery room.

The birth had been going well so far. Iron Fan’s sickness, though now Wukong was starting to think it was some form of curse designed to imitate illness which explained why none of the previous treatments had worked. Whatever it was, the Samadhi Flower had cured her of it.

They got back just in time too, Mihou had told them that Iron Fan would have died if they were even a day later.

DBK had been right, they really had been out of time.

Ao Lie came in with another tray of tea, from the smell of it he made all their personal favorites.

Out of the three of them, DBK had the experience with birth and the process it entailed. Ao Lie had been present and assisted in the births of many other dragons, family members or otherwise, he helped his own mate birth their daughter years ago. He had never seen someone so calm at their own mate’s labor.

And Wukong himself had served as a midwife more times than he could count for his people, though he trusted his mate more than he trusted himself to handle a more difficult birth. Mihou was Iron Fan’s sworn brother too so she probably felt more comfortable with him tending to her.

He took the tea Ao Lie offered and forced himself to relax externally. He had been through this enough times to know that the only thing he could do right now was keep his cool, help his brother stay calm, and wait for the results.

XXX

Liu'er Mihou shouldn't be scared, he had helped deliver countless babies before and performed many cesarean sections in his lifetime. He was no stranger to the struggles of birth.

So why was he stressing so much over this one?

Iron Fan was his sister, but he had helped many close to him give birth before.

It could be added stress from her near death experience only than a week ago, or it could be his aid.

He glanced up as Ivory entered the main room with a bin of cool water for his sister.

The ice demon always set him off for reasons he could never explain, but he knew to trust his instincts and not trust her.

He usually tried to keep the lesser advisor away from his sister, except for when absolutely necessary and right now, she was the only ice demon in the palace. He needed her powers.

Iron Fan was burning up and Ivory's ice magic worked wonders at keeping the Queen cool. That didn't mean he would trust the bone white demon.

He signaled the doctor with his tail, they quickly came to his side.

“I don't think I can turn the baby, I'm starting to think I'll have to go for a cesarean.” He told them.

They frowned and felt around for themself.

“That baby is pretty stuck in there. You'll probably have to.” They agreed.

“I was really hoping I wouldn't.” He sighed.

Cesareans were tricky, vertical or horizontal, though in his experience a horizontal was much easier, but he didn't have the time for that one. He had to get the baby out soon.

“Can you get everything ready? I'm going to tell her.” He requested quietly.

The doctor nodded and set about preparing the birthing room for surgery.

“Ivory, go tell Wukong that the Queen needs a cesarean.” He ordered.

The ice demon nodded and bowed then swiftly left the room.

Mihou went to his sister's side and tapped her arm gently. She opened her now burnt magenta eyes and frowned.

“There's trouble.” She guessed.

“Yes, the baby is stuck, the best thing to do is a cesarean.” He said.

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back with a soft groan.

“Are you okay with that?” He asked.

“You're the expert here. Do what you think is-” she broke off with a shout as a particularly strong contraction hit her.

“I'll get started.” He told her.

Everything was prepared for the surgery, he ordered Ivory to fetch a healer and prepare a bath for the baby.

He took a deep breath and made the first incision.

XXX

Mihou gently washed the newborn in a warm bath as Lihua got the incision healing. The young demon was pretty good at giving injuries a healing kickstart. He was very glad when Ivory had returned with her.

Iron Fan was resting, he had given her a few heavy pain killers so she wouldn't feel her skin being knit back together. Sometimes healing injuries like that felt worse than receiving them.

She would recover quickly, she had always healed fast, it was why she lasted so long against the sickness-curse that nearly took her life, and she could be back to her normal life soon. With her son of course.

The newborn was a little boy, he had floppy little bull ears, little spots where horns would eventually grow and a cute little tail that looked like a paint brush. And he had a lot of hair already.

It was bright red and silky soft.

He was already so excited to introduce his sister to her little boy.

XXX

DBK sat up as soon as the door opened, Mihou gave him a tired, happy smile.

“Would you like to meet your son?” He asked.

He practically tore the doors off the hinges in his rush to get in the room.

The love of his life was resting in the delivery bed, or she had been until he disturbed her.

His queen shot him a fiery, tired glare before a soft smile graced her lips.

“Darling, it's so wonderful to see you well.” He said, kneeling at her bedside.

“It's wonderful to be well.” She said, cupping his cheek with her free hand.

Her fingers twirled around the burnt and permanently damaged fur.

She leaned closer to him and he wrapped his arms around her. They sat together for a quiet moment of peace before Iron Fan spoke again.

“Do you want to hold him?” She asked.

He nodded eagerly and she gently placed their little boy in his hands.

He fit perfectly in his palms.

“He's so tiny.” He almost squealed.

Iron Fan laughed softly and leaned on his shoulder, reaching over to run her fingers through their son's fluffy red hair. 

“Perfect, isn't he?” she mused.

“Yes, our precious Red Son.” he said, nuzzling her forehead gently.

He overheard his brothers trying to leave quietly.

“I want one.”

“Me too.”

“Can we get one?”

“Not now…”

Their voices faded as the pair of monkeys shut the door softly behind them.

DBK shifted into a more comfortable position and held his wife and son as they both succumbed to the exhaustion of the last day.

This, holding his family close to him, was a gift, it was a blessing they were even alive at all.

Their survival was in a way a gift from Iron Fan’s estranged mother.

Their child bore the mark of her gift to the realm on his back.

DBK swore he saw the goddess in the flames of the flower when he picked it. Even if their relationship wasn't the best, she didn't want her daughter and grandchild to die.

Even if she never did anything else for them or even acknowledged her grandson, he would be forever grateful for her gift to him.

His wife and son.

XXX

LBD slipped quietly into the humble house she had built deep into the woods. Far east from the capital city of the Ironbull Empire.

It was far from her preferred home, but if all went well, she would be returning there soon enough.

Regardless of her preferences, this spot was carefully chosen; it was far enough from most settlements that her residence was completely unknown, yet in an area known for having some isolated hermits living in it.

Her activities could go unnoticed yet if she was seen no one would think anything of it. The cost of making a portal to go back and forth between the capital was worth it.

This was the perfect place to plan and continue her experiments.

Her thrall opened the door for her.

“Welcome back my lady.” He said enthusiastically as he always did.

“How was your time away?” He asked.

She didn't respond, instead she went to the hidden staircase and descended into her dungeon to check on her little project’s process.

“You've been caring for my project while I was away?” She asked as she descended the stairs.

“Of course my lady.”

“Good. My visit to the capital has proved quite informative.” She told him.

“Oh?”

“The Samadhi Flower has been used to save Queen Iron Fan, her son now holds its power within him.” She said.

“The grandson of Xiwangmu.” he chuckled.

Oh yes, Xiwangmu’s attempt to prevent “mortals” from truly having control of her power was based on the fact she never thought one of her own would settle in the realm. Quite a humorous twist of fate really.

She stepped off the last step and approached the shadowy figure sitting in a cell of bone and ice.

The monkey growled softly at her approach. Clearly they were still doing just fine. Their process was coming along quite nicely. Her thrall didn't have any new injuries, so her little project had been very well behaved while she was gone.

That was deserving of a reward.

“What is to be done with the young prince?” Her thrall questioned as she prepared a nice treat for her well behaved monkey demon.

“Do you still plan to take him as your own?” He asked gleefully, knowing exactly how to get the monkey's undivided attention.

“Well, if all goes well, I won't have to resort to that quite yet.” She said with a glance over her shoulder at her experiment.

The monkey bared their fangs and their tail twitched in agitation, but otherwise they made no protest. How could they?

The icy blue chains blocked their magic and forced them to remain in this bitterly cold hell.

Laohu silently watched the witch come around with a tray of fruit. A reward for their perceived good behavior. They would have bitten the thrall if they hadn't felt so sick in the time the witch was gone.

The witch gave them a cold smile and oh so graciously offered them the tray. Laohu knew better than to refuse the witch's “charity” and accepted the “reward”.

They were to busy checking it for possible danger that they didn't notice the witch sneak closer to them until her long, boney fingers started working out the knots in their extra fluffy fur.

Laohu froze, they always did. The witch hummed to herself, uncaring of their discomfort.

Begrudgingly, they allowed the witch to groom their fur. It was necessary to deal with their now thick fur, and they couldn't do it themself anymore, but Laohu hated every moment of it.

The witch took something shared between family, between mates, and twisted it into something rotten.

It made their skin crawl and their stomach churn.

Qiuyue, their mate, should be the one going through their fur, not this witch.

Laohu suffered through the involuntary grooming session, not giving much of a response to the witch's comments about how they should take better care of themself for the child's sake, as if the witch would actually care about them, and finally relaxed enough to be able to eat once the witch and her thrall returned to their dwellings above.

They glared at the stone ceiling above them, then sighed and buried themself in the small nest they had made. The witch was cruel, but she provided them with the necessities to successfully produce what she wanted.

It was better than sleeping on the cold floor, but at the same time they didn't want to accept anything from the witch.

They curled up and wrapped their tail around their baby bump, around the little one who the witch would do gods know what to regardless of the outcome.

Laohu rested a hand on their bump and silently promised their child that they would find some way to get out of this, to keep their little lily safe from their “mother” and get back to their mate and cub.

[chloesimaginationthings]

FNAF Pizza sim’s plot is just the Afton’s fighting

[aroaceleovaldez]

Nico referring to his mom as "Mama" implies he most likely at least used to refer to Hades as "Papa" and i 100% headcanon he still does but mostly in the manner of him having the entire Underworld wrapped around his finger for being the baby of the family

[that-one-weird-cloud0]

De-aged Danny wandering the street of Gotham as a five year old:

Batfam: hello child are you alright?

Danny: Yup! :D

Batfam: where are your parents buddy?

Danny: don’t need em. Tried to kill me

Batfam: *concerned* how about you come with us for a little while?

Danny: no thank you mister Batman, I don’t trust adults

Batfam: oh no

[dannymans66]

You know what? Fuck you *unvinsmokes your vinsmokes*

[xx-sketchy-xx]

Poor poppy, a three tiered cake is simply not big enough!

[orangelemonart]

I couldn't leave out Jerry-World Finn :)

[jedi-starbird]

Time Travel is my favourite trope and I think we need more fics where both Obi-Wan AND Qui-Gon time travel together because no matter when they get sent it's chaos. They're saving the galaxy and being physic flash-bangs to everyone around them.

like before Bandomeer?

The entire council is baffled to watch as Qui-Gon 'never taking a padawan again' Jinn has suddenly cut off his post-Xanatos depression tour to return to the temple and beeline to the creche with a frantic energy. His wild eyes immediately single out a fluffy, red-haired initiate.

"You." he exhales with a pointed finger, slightly ominous as he towers over the child. Said child starts vibrating with delight. "Me." he agrees, launching himself at the man. Qui-Gon drops to his knees with a thud that cannot be healthy. Obi-Wan's attempts to clamber into Qui-Gon's robes and maybe onto his shoulders is thwarted by the fact that Qui-Gon's massive hands are cupping Obi-Wan's tiny squishy cheeks. He stares at the initiate for a few minutes with an intensity that is starting to worry people.

Finally, "You're so small." Qui-Gon sounds like he might cry.

'What the fuck?' Plo Koon projects at Mace.

"I'm 9! That tends to be the case!" the child chirps back.

"You're nine." Oh. Ah. Qui-Gon's eyes are distinctively misty. He squishes the boy in a hug so hard he squeaks. Mace makes a series of gestures that imply the need for a head-scan. Depa obligingly drifts off towards the halls. Qui-Gon scoops the child up onto his hip and claims him as his padawan on the spot. The assorted council members and creche-masters burst into noise. Mace tells Depa to bring some space ibuprofen as well.

after Naboo?

Anakin is a little apprehensive of his place in both the order and Obi-Wan's life, but then one day Obi-Wan wakes up and is suddenly a lot less sad in the force?? In fact, if Anakin didn't know better he'd say he was almost giddy, but he's watched Obi-Wan try to pretend his world hasn't fallen apart for the past few months so it can't be that, right? And um, Miss Bant? He knows grief is a funny thing that affects people differently but he's pretty sure 'massive mood swing' and 'having full conversations with invisible people' is not...great? and you said to tell you if Obi-Wan got really weird in any way.

Anyway after a lot of medical exams, intense consultation with the archives, and a couple exorcisms, Anakin ends up being raised by his 'real' master and his ghost master. He is far more well adjusted emotionally and far less well adjusted for what counts as normal people behavior(not talking to thin air). When questioned on this, all he ever says is that he's talking to Qui-Gon. Isn't he...dead? Well, yes. Wait, he's a ghost? Ghosts are real? ...Well this ghost is real.

This starts a great number of existential crises among non-force sensitives and incredibly heated theological arguments amongst the Jedi. Whenever Obi-Wan is questioned on this, all he ever says is some variation of "the force got to know him for 5 seconds and kicked him back out." Mace backs him up on this even though that reasoning is technically blasphemous. Qui-Gon is having the time of his un-life. He's ascended to his final form, his sheer existence is a heresy, this is truly all he has ever aspired towards.

the Clone Wars?

The minute they get dropped back Qui-Gon immediately goes and haunts the shit out of Dooku. They have a signed terms of surrender and promise of info on the Sith Lord within the year. Only half of it is because Qui-Gon's giving Dooku complexes that are only perceptible to shrimp, the other half is because they now have a ghost spy that is not bound by the laws of physics nor spacetime.

Obi-Wan only nominally pays attention to this as he immediately goes and implements his 19 step seduction plan with Cody (he had to focus on something on Tatooine to pass the time). It fails. Spectacularly. Publicly. Ah right. Tatooine was not exactly the height of his sanity. Everyone in the GAR and temple is now riveted by High General and Councilor Obi-Wan Kenobi's attempts to go on a date with his Commander, who bats him away him like a particularly annoying stray and seems one bouquet of cactus away from committing mutiny. Anakin is worrying if it means his master knows about his secret marriage and this is some sort of really weird power play. (It is, but not in the way he thinks)

The next time Dooku goes after Obi-Wan, Qui-Gon spends a good few months appearing tear-stained at the edge of Dooku's perception and only communicating in terrible wails and discordant mutterings of 'padawan. my padawan. my little one.' 24/7.

"Wait, you're annoying Dooku into surrendering?"

"Oh no Anakin, we're crushing his psyche like a bug. :)"

[voltaical-art]

whadya mean he didnt tell you he loves you??? his eyes literally went soft when he looked ur way...

[dameronalone]

thinking about how percy jackson is seen as intimidating because of his godly powers from his father but the thing that makes him the most dangerous is his humanity from his mother

[chickenoptyrx]

I doubt gohan would actually hold a grudge -HOWEVER- if hes legit not baby-fied like everyone else, and if baby-fication has GT rules, thisd be too good an opportunity :]

[im-totally-not-an-alien-2]

Halloween prompts year 2 day 10

Danny groaned, blearily raising his head from the nest of blankets and pillows he had made in his apartment. He had smelled something strange.

Something strong enough to wake him from his sleep. Danny got up and stumbled to the front door, cursing his luck for getting a fever so soon into his interdimentional road trip.

Peering out of his open doorway he saw a little kid shivering in the cold, badly hidden behind two trash cans in the mouth of an alley. Danny didn't think twice. In fact he didn't think at all. It wasn't uncommon for an Omega to smell a child who didn't have the scent of another Omega on them and immediately claim that child as thier own, and seeing as his home dimension had exclusively Omegas...let's just say there's a lot of drama in family court and a lot of laws pertaining to this.

So of course the next thing Danny knows is that the kid was bundled up inside his very soft and comfy makeshift nest before Danny passed out.

For the next week Danny had this mysterious fever and he acted like a parent on autopilot, barely conscious as he instinctually cared for the little boy. He made them food and cut them up into tiny bits to feed his baby and if it was handfoods like pizza rolls or sandwich triangles, Danny would hold him in his arms and rock his back and forth, humming softly as his child ate.

Eventually his heat ended (note that omegas from his world don't have heats, they don't have alphas and so they don't even know what a heat is) and Danny was very surprised he has a child in his house. But he and the baby are very emotionally attached to one another. When Danny asked what the little kids name was (and man this kid was little) the kid stared at him in the way little kids do before muttering the world "Clone" followed by what sounded suspiciously like a serial number.

Danny decided, nah. His kid now. Sucks to be the bioparent cause Danny doesn't wanna share.

Somewhere in the city, the bats were freaking out. They had raided a lab and discovered not only had one of them been cloned, but the clone had escaped and no one knew where it was. Cue panicked parental frenzy.

[chloesimaginationthings]

Will the real FNAF Helpy please stand up?..

[justaz]

king merlin after meeting lady guinevere and sir lancelot’s baby and falling in love: arthur. i want a baby.

king arthur, not looking up from his paperwork: …what?

merlin: give me a baby.

arthur, sighing: merlin, you studied to be a physician. i don’t think i have to be the one to tell you how impractical that is.

merlin, rolling his eyes: this is why i’m the brighter side of the coin

arthur, finally looking up: wha-

queen merlin using magic to transform her body: i. want. a. baby.

arthur:

arthur:

arthur: *stands up from his desk so fast his chair topples over, multiple parchments flutter to the ground, his tunic is already off*

[foolsocracy]

Every hand that rises against Garth shall fall

[aroaceleovaldez]

underappreciated Nico detail that I like - he seems to be an angry crier! very frequently he's angry when he cries and he cries when he's extremely angry. very AuDHD of him. emotional regulation sucks my guy and he's just going through it.