Thread by @fuhrermochi

⚠️ Sleeping Beauty #2ha AU based off the REAL dark story of the original sleeping beauty ⚠️

Chu Wanning had been asleep for over 500 years.

He woke up to an Earth shatteringly painful sensation.

Then, alarmingly, he felt something kick in his stomach.

Chu Wanning looked down and his face turned to one of pure horror.

His belly was swollen. So much so that he could not see his lower body under the covers.

"Baobei!" A voice called.

Chu Wanning weakly turned his head to his side.

Between the painful contractions he found the window of sobriety and what he saw positively took his breath away.

A warm and heavy calloused hand rested on the crown of his head and another on Chu Wanning's own trembling hand-

which he had over his swollen belly.

As Chu Wanning forced his eyes to open, what he saw knocked any remaining breath out of him.

Chu Wanning looked up to the face hovering over his own.

The most handsome man he had ever seen.

"Baobei..." the handsome stranger said tearfully. "You're finally awake... Oh my love, you're finally awake. I can't believe it."

Another painful wave of contraction hit him and Chu Wanning screamed once more.

"Shhh.. shh.. it's going to be okay"

The man kept gently giving reassurances as he wiped the sweat off of Chu Wanning's forehead and kissed him tenderly all over.

His temple (even his hair had been drenched with filthy sweat), his cheeks, the tip of his nose, his lips, eyebrows and even tenderly on his eyelids.

Chu Wanning's heart fluttered and through the pain he could feel a pleasant sensation washing over his spine to the tip of toes as the man nestled himself to the crook of Chu Wanning's neck.

He inhaled deeply as he gave Chu Wanning's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Perhaps if Chu Wanning hadn't been raised in such seclusion he would have come to know what the sensation of getting "creeped out" felt like but Chu Wanning knew not such thing.

In such severe pain, this man's touches felt so warm.

So pleasant.

So tender.

So... lovinng.

Growing up he had been so, so lonely within that forest.

His aunts had banned him from meeting any strangers.

And they wouldn't talk to him, much preferring to gossip with each other.

They needn't worry. Chu Wanning would never approach a stranger anyways.

Afterall, they were always sure to remind him he looked "hideos" especially when he had his hair down or when he took a bath a bit late in the day.

And even if Chu Wanning did approach a stranger, he'd have no way of speaking to him.

He knew that he had an air to him. His aunts said so.

One which made others keep their distance.

They certainly did.

One day, he had accidentally found out that his aunts received a quite a bit of sum every month to raise him.

On that day, he found out that he was indeed cursed. A cursed prince.

His father, King Huaizui, had sent him away to be raised by the three.

Even so, Chu Wanning was grateful to them all still and believed every word his aunties said about him as they nitpick his appearances and mannerism daily.

He felt like an outsider in his own home. He supposes it's only natural. He's a chore to them.

Thus he dreamt of one day meeting his father.

Maybe then his loneliness would end and he'd have someone to talk who might even... truly care about him. Someone who needn't get paid a hefty sum to be with him.

Alas, on the day of his eighteenth birthday he did come to the capitol but only to be met by a very angry King.

His father had taken a knight's sword and plunged it into Chu Wanning's heart.

He declared that he'd rather have Chu Wanning killed than have the curse take him.

He crazedly cursed him. Saying that he had been a thorn on his side for years and used to torment him everyday. He should have killed him when he was but an infant.

As he was spitting blood, Chu Wanning agreed.

He closed his eyes, welcoming death.

But they both soon realized Chu Wanning wasn't dying. The curse still needed to take place and for that it needed him alive.

So Chu Wanning had taken the sword out of his father's hand and tearfully plunged it into his own chest over and over and over again.

But still, even when it hurts like nothing he had ever felt before, Chu Wanning couldn't die.

All he had ever wanted was someone.

Anyone.

Anyone he could speak to.

Anyone who could perhaps, perhaps even love him back.

So when this stranger held him close and stroked his swollen belly--it still had not registered to him that he was pregnant and was going into labour--Chu Wanning did not flinch away or feel disgusted

He found it comforting. Found himself happiest he's ever been despite the pain

The man's words are soothing.

He kept saying he loves him.

Even when Chu Wanning dared not believe him, he could pretend right?

Perhaps this is all a dream and he's in hell and this man was here to taunt him and the pain was all that was real.

But he could pretend.

After hours of painful delivery, Chu Wanning finally sobered up somewhat and in his delirious state he was dumbfounded when a bundle was handed to him.

Chu Wanning shakily held his son.

"My Chu-fei..." the man coo-ed, "He's perfect. My perfect wife, you've done so well."

Even in his confused state Chu Wanning felt irrationally happy at the praise. No one had ever told him he's done well before.

Tiredly, he turned to the man and asked him, "Who are you?"

The man smiled and kissed him.

Chu Wanning found himself closing his eyes and exhaling in contentment.

The man pulled away to look him in the eyes. His pupils a mesmerising shade of deep purple.

Chu Wanning found himself entranced.

"You can call me Mo Ran, my Sleeping Beauty."

aaaaannd he's definitely atticwifed by taxian-jun within the wushan empire without even knowing it.

he loves it already tho ☺

I was so sad my older sleeping beauty threadfic got fucked cuz when I tried to tweet it the connection was bad and half of it ended up not getting tweeted. When I tried to delete the bottom-most tweet in the thread I deleted the whole fic by accident 🥲

hope this was as good

Chu Wanning's not stupid. He can sense the heavy air of DANGER and alarms ARE blaring in his head but he's so deprived of any human connection and his self-esteem so poor he ends up welcoming Mo Ran's advances.

In my prev threadfic I wrote Mo Ran's pov. Maybe I'll do that later