ChinaxColonial!Europe - Whore of the Orient
anonymous
July 19 2010, 16:52:26 UTC
Ok, so while doing research, I discovered that 20th century Shanghai during the pre-communist era was dubbed "Whore of the Orient" due to its decadence and cheap exotic prostitutes.
SO... Anon would like to see China (or ShanghaiOC if you want) as a an exotic whore for any or all of the colonial European nations that had colonial outposts in China/participated in squashing the Boxer Rebellion (UK, Russia, France, Germany (or Prussia), America, etc.)
Bonus: Genderbend is fun, too. So is AU.
Bonus 2: If China is an expensive whore, make him wanton and shameless, selling himself to escape his dreary life. If he's a 2-penny whore, make him opium-addled, unresponsive, and bitter when he has a few moments of clarity.
Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday
anonymous
July 27 2010, 20:01:50 UTC
Apologies for that awful spelling error on last fill's title *facedesk* x 300. Also, preapology to readers who expected/wanted more England/China. This fill is a bit more loveless and snarky and angsty, but hopefully with better smut. Yup, that makes everything okay. ***
Lanterns on the ceiling, transparent, red silk around the bed, dishes of fragrant oil and lit incense sticks scattered so artfully, Yao maneuvers himself around the five servant girls currently crowding his small room, arranging and rearranging the decorations to perfection. It is to look like they have always been there, that Yao, in fact, lives in some sort of hokey Chinese curio shop instead of his bedroom (which is usually sparse except for the bed and the vanity).
Because it is Tuesday. Because this is Monsieur (he did not accept Mr.) Bonnefoy’s day and he demands a show. Yao suppresses a grimace as one maid unfurls a particularly hideous scroll. Tuesdays were usually a lot of work
( ... )
Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday (2)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 03:20:38 UTC
Yao walks over to Francis’ side of the table and climbs on his lap. It is difficult with the skirts, so he subtly swishes them away, exposing his long, pale legs for a brief instant. An instant is all Francis needs, as he puts his hand on Yao’s knee and begins sliding upwards towards the thigh. The Chinese man swats away the offending appendage, blushing girlishly (inwardly, he fumes
( ... )
Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday (3)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 15:34:22 UTC
Yao feels himself tremble, unspooling like a silk cocoon. The pleasure begins to build at the base of his stomach, creeping steadily downwards. From this one, single, touch he feels, a moment - stripped bare
( ... )
Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday (4)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 17:16:12 UTC
Francis gives a low purr of satisfaction as his wrists are unbound, immediately bringing eager hands to his Papillion’s silk-clad body. Without warning, he strips off Yao’s last item of clothing and flings it away, feeling the Chinese man shiver at the sensation of cold air on his bare skin.
Immediately, his warm hands and clever fingers remedy that. Stroking, pinching, and kneading the flesh that has been so long denied to him.
Francis has had many women before, many men, many whores… But, oh god, does he love the curve of this hip, the deep, sweet scent of this skin, the softness right below this ear
( ... )
Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday (5)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 17:44:04 UTC
Yao doesn’t understand much about his French client - like why he is so needy after sex, why he always wants to touch, even when it doesn’t lead to anything, why he loves to bring expensive gifts on top of paying the already-exorbitant fee - but he does know this much.
Francis loves nobody, not even himself…he is just not capable of it. And this is what makes them similar.
It is Yao’s deepest nightmare - that, the cocoon will open, the china doll will break and…nothing, nothing is inside.
“Mon Cheri…Mon Papillion…” Francis breathes in the scent of Yao’s hair before turning away and reaching for his cigarette holder. It is his habit after sex to take a smoke. Yao doesn’t mind, even lights it for him. The smoke is an improvement over the blonde man’s overly-strong cologne, at least.
“Merci,” Francis murmurs, going back to his original position. His fingers lazily curl against Yao’s. “So I was thinking…hm, like I always do, yes? That this place is gorgeous, of course….but, Paris is absolutely magnifique this time of year.” He smiles
( ... )
Re: Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday (5)
anonymous
July 28 2010, 19:16:24 UTC
*__*
This is so hot... I usually don't like angsty Hetalia stories because I think so many go overboard with the maudlin and the sappy and the boohoo-on-and-on; I loooove this one, because I think you have hit the right balance of emotional poignancy and restraint - it is not over-emotional, it's a very dark interpretation of canon that still feels grounded and compelling and in character. I also really liked the awareness of the characters not being human. And of course I like the complexity of Yao's characterization, how he's down but not out, still reserving for himself a certain margin of dignity and control.
Haha, I wonder if England would find the comparison to a spigot complimentary...
By the way, which other countries are going to be customers?
Re: Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday (5)
anonymous
July 29 2010, 02:55:39 UTC
I really love how you treated them both here. Very sensual and evocative images, but you get a feeling of something sad and profound as well. I appreciate a classy spin on a rare pairing any day of the week!
Re: Shanghai Butterfly: Tuesday (5)
anonymous
July 30 2010, 06:48:25 UTC
This is really, really beautiful, and good lord I love your characterisation of France. And as the OP of the 'a week in the sexual life of...' prompt, I can pretend this is filling my prompt too *evil laugh*
OP here! Again.
anonymous
July 30 2010, 01:06:47 UTC
You know what? Screw this, I want this out in the clear.
I LOVE YOU. LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES. PLZ. Forget everything I said before, I simply- Oh, GOD. Please forgive OP for her heathen ways, for I have seen the light, and it is the most wondrous light in the world. This is beautiful, and more than what thought I asked for.
It is so sexy, so poignant, and the interactions between Yao and his suitors are exquisite. I am loving the repetition of offers from each suitor to make the Butterfly his own, and Yao refusing every time, and his strong connection to his land.
Will there soon be a offer to Yao to become one with Mother Russia? =D
SO... Anon would like to see China (or ShanghaiOC if you want) as a an exotic whore for any or all of the colonial European nations that had colonial outposts in China/participated in squashing the Boxer Rebellion (UK, Russia, France, Germany (or Prussia), America, etc.)
Bonus: Genderbend is fun, too. So is AU.
Bonus 2: If China is an expensive whore, make him wanton and shameless, selling himself to escape his dreary life. If he's a 2-penny whore, make him opium-addled, unresponsive, and bitter when he has a few moments of clarity.
Have fun!
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***
Lanterns on the ceiling, transparent, red silk around the bed, dishes of fragrant oil and lit incense sticks scattered so artfully, Yao maneuvers himself around the five servant girls currently crowding his small room, arranging and rearranging the decorations to perfection. It is to look like they have always been there, that Yao, in fact, lives in some sort of hokey Chinese curio shop instead of his bedroom (which is usually sparse except for the bed and the vanity).
Because it is Tuesday. Because this is Monsieur (he did not accept Mr.) Bonnefoy’s day and he demands a show. Yao suppresses a grimace as one maid unfurls a particularly hideous scroll. Tuesdays were usually a lot of work ( ... )
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ENGLAND/CHINA %()$*)^(*)(GU FAPFAPFAP.
Dammit, now I'm starting to enjoy France/China as well...
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Immediately, his warm hands and clever fingers remedy that. Stroking, pinching, and kneading the flesh that has been so long denied to him.
Francis has had many women before, many men, many whores… But, oh god, does he love the curve of this hip, the deep, sweet scent of this skin, the softness right below this ear ( ... )
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Francis loves nobody, not even himself…he is just not capable of it. And this is what makes them similar.
It is Yao’s deepest nightmare - that, the cocoon will open, the china doll will break and…nothing, nothing is inside.
“Mon Cheri…Mon Papillion…” Francis breathes in the scent of Yao’s hair before turning away and reaching for his cigarette holder. It is his habit after sex to take a smoke. Yao doesn’t mind, even lights it for him. The smoke is an improvement over the blonde man’s overly-strong cologne, at least.
“Merci,” Francis murmurs, going back to his original position. His fingers lazily curl against Yao’s. “So I was thinking…hm, like I always do, yes? That this place is gorgeous, of course….but, Paris is absolutely magnifique this time of year.” He smiles ( ... )
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This is so hot... I usually don't like angsty Hetalia stories because I think so many go overboard with the maudlin and the sappy and the boohoo-on-and-on; I loooove this one, because I think you have hit the right balance of emotional poignancy and restraint - it is not over-emotional, it's a very dark interpretation of canon that still feels grounded and compelling and in character. I also really liked the awareness of the characters not being human. And of course I like the complexity of Yao's characterization, how he's down but not out, still reserving for himself a certain margin of dignity and control.
Haha, I wonder if England would find the comparison to a spigot complimentary...
By the way, which other countries are going to be customers?
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Can't wait for more!
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Write more, write more!
...and just as question, is Japan going to be involved in this? I know Russia fought with him over Manchuria...
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I LOVE YOU. LET ME HAVE YOUR BABIES. PLZ. Forget everything I said before, I simply- Oh, GOD. Please forgive OP for her heathen ways, for I have seen the light, and it is the most wondrous light in the world. This is beautiful, and more than what thought I asked for.
It is so sexy, so poignant, and the interactions between Yao and his suitors are exquisite. I am loving the repetition of offers from each suitor to make the Butterfly his own, and Yao refusing every time, and his strong connection to his land.
Will there soon be a offer to Yao to become one with Mother Russia? =D
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