#fantasy nobility

[kjscottwrites]

I was inspired by @jezifster's recent question about non-gendered royal titles, and I put together this graphic to serve as a jumping off point for people writing monarchies in SFF !

Obviously this non-exhaustive list contains mainly western titles, all in English. Feel free add any on additional gender neutral terminologies that you can think of, including those from different languages and cultures!

A small addition: I'm not a linguist or historian and put this list together based on some quick googling! While you're free to flex the usage and meanings of these words however you choose, researching the real-world context of each term before using them in your own writing is a best practice.

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to A Great House (19th-20th Century) - Anatomy of the House

When we think of the Victorians, the grand old Gilded Age or the Edwardians, we all think of those big mansions and manors where some of our favourite stories take place. But what did a great house look like?

Layout

All great houses are different and some, being built in different eras, may adhere to different styles. But the layout of certain rooms usually stayed somewhat the same.

The highest floors including the attic were reserved the children's rooms/nursery and the servants quarters.

The next floor would be reserved for bedrooms. On the first/ground floor, there will be the dining room, drawing room, library etc.

The basement/cellar would be where the kitchens and other food related rooms would be. Servants halls and boot rooms may also be down here too along scullery, where sometimes a maid would clean.

Rooms used by Servants

Boot Room: The Boot Room is where the valets, ladies maids, hallboys and sometimes footmen clean off shoes and certain items of clothing.

Kitchen: The Kitchen was usually either in the basement or the first floor of the house, connected to a garden where the house's vegetables were grown.

Butler's Pantry: A butler's pantry was where the serving items are stored. This is where the silver is cleaned, stored and counted. The butler would keep the wine log and other account books here. The butler and footmen would use this room.

Pantry: The Pantry would be connected to the kitchen. It is a room where the kitchens stock (food and beverages) would be kept.

Larder: The larder was cool area in the kitchen or a room connected to it where food is stored. Raw meat was often left here before cooking but pastry, milk, cooked meat, bread and butter can also be stored here.

Servants Hall: The Servant's Hall was where the staff ate their meals and spent their down time. They would write letters, take tea, sew and darn clothes. The servants Hall would usually have a fireplace, a large table for meals, be where the servant's cutlery and plates would be kept and where the bell board hung. (these bells were the way servants where summoned)

Wine Cellar: The wine cellar was where the wine was melt, usually in the basement. Only the butler would be permitted down there and everything would be catalogued by him too.

Butler's/Housekeeper's sitting rooms: In some houses, both the butler and the housekeeper had sitting rooms/offices downstairs. This was were they held meetings with staff, took their tea and dealt with accounts.

Scullery: The scullery was were the cleaning equipment was cleaned and stored. The scullery may even also double as a bedroom for the scullery maid.

Servery: The Servery connected to the dinning room. It was where the wine was left before the butler carried it out to be served. Some of the food would be delivered here to be carried out as well.

Servant's Sleeping Quarters: All servants excepting perhaps the kitchen maid and outside staff slept in the attics. Men and unmarried women would be kept at seperate sides of the house with the interconnecting doors locked and bolted every night by the butler and housekeeper. If the quarters were small, some servants may have to share rooms. Servants' bathrooms and washrooms would also be up there, supplied with hot water from the kitchens.

Rooms used by the Family

Dining room: The dining room was where the family ate their breakfast, lunch and dinner. It was also where the gentlemen took their after dinner drink before joking the ladies in the drawing room.

Drawing room: The Drawing Room was sort of a living/sitting room. It was mainly used in the evenings after dinner where the ladies would take their tea and coffee before being joined by the men. It could also be used for tea by the ladies during the day. The drawing room was seen as more of a women's room but any of the family could use it. The drawing room was a formal room but could also be used for more casual activities.

Library: The library is of course where the books are kept. The family would use this room for writing letters, reading, doing business with tenants and taking tea in the afternoons.

Bedrooms: The bedrooms would take up most of the upper floors. The unmarried women would sleep in one wing with bachelors at the furthest wing away. Married couples often had adjoining rooms with their own bedrooms in each and equipped with a boudoir or a sitting room.

Nursery: Was where the children slept, usually all together until old enough to move into bedrooms. They would be attended to be nannies and nursemaids round the clock.

Study: The study was a sort of home office where family could do paperwork, chill and write letters.

Dressing room: Dressing Rooms where usually attached to bedrooms where the family would be dressed and their clothes would be stored. The valets and ladies maids would have control of the room.

Hall: The hall was where large parties would gather for dancing or music or to be greeted before parties.

Furnishings and Decor

Most of these Great Houses were inherited which means, they came with a lot of other people's crap. Ornaments from anniversaries, paintings bought on holiday, furniture picked out by newly weds, all of it comes with the house. So most of the time everything seems rather cluttered.

As for Servant's Quarters, most of the furnishings may have been donated by the family as gifts. Most servants' halls would have a portrait of the sovereign or sometimes a religious figure to install a sense of morality into them.

[illustratus]

Night of the Three Kings by Julio Borrell Pla

[lyralit]

nobility titles (in order of importance) - writing prompts

empress / emperor - rules over an empire, composed of several kingdoms or countries. highest rank

king / queen - rules over a kingdom. could be a part of an empire, but still quite powerful

duchess / duke - rule over a duchy (a part of a kingdom, ex. a province or large territory). second only to the literal king and queen

marquis / marchioness - support dukes and duchesses, don't usually own territory

countess / count/earl - rule over cities. have their own castles. pretty cool guys

viscount / viscountess - rule over smaller lands, like towns or villages. they can also be the children of counts/earls and countesses

baron / baroness - the 'servants' of nobility. usually only people who have their own land + a noble rank.

⚜️.

princess / prince - the descendants of royalty

knight / dame - usually military folk with titles (addressed as "sir")

lady / lord - addressing anyone below the rank of queen / king (unless their title is princess / prince)

[beetnik-jay]

Lyassandra Cousland

[kriskukko]

denounced shirts and the rule of kings in the same breath

[racefortheironthrone]

Please tell me more about neighbourhood PMCs in renaissance Italy

It would be my pleasure! (My research into this owes a lot to the excellent Power and Imagination: City-States in Renaissance Italy by Lauro Martines.)

The first thing to note that, unlike the condottieri, these were not private military companies. Rather, the neighborhood military companies (in the sense of a military unit, rather than a profit-making entity) were self-defense organizations formed as part of a centuries-long political struggle for control over the urban commune between the signorile (the urban chivalry)/nobilita (the urban nobility) and the populo (the guilded middle class, who claimed to speak on behalf of "the people").

This conflict followed much the same logic that had given rise to the medieval commune in the first place. Legally, the communes had started as mutual defense pacts between the signorile and the cives (the free citizens of the city) against the rural feudal nobility, which had given these groups the military and political muscle to push out the marquises and viscounts and barons and claim exclusive authority over the tax system, the judicial system, and the military.

So it made sense that, once they had vanquished their enemies and established the commune as the sovereign, both sides would use the same tactic in their struggle over which of them would rule the commune that ruled the city. The signorile and nobilita formed themselves into consorteria or "tower societies," by which ancient families allied with one another (complete with dynastic marriage alliances!) to build and garrison the towers with the knights, squires, men-at-arms, and bravi of their households. These phallic castle substitutes were incredibly formidable within the context of urban warfare, as relatively small numbers of men with crossbows could rain down hell on besiegers from the upper windows and bridges between towers, even as the poor bastards on the ground tried to force the heavy doors down below.

To combat noble domination of communal government, achieve direct representation on the political councils, establish equity of taxation and regulate interest rates, and enforce legal equality between nobility and citizenry, the populo formed themselves into guilds to build alliances between merchants and artisans in the same industries. However, these amateur soldiers struggled to fight on even footing with fully-trained and well-equipped professional soldiers, and the guild militias were frequently defeated.

To solve their military dilemma, the populo engaged in political coalition-building with the oldest units of the urban commune: the neighborhoods. When the cities of medieval Italy were originally founded, they had been rather decentralized transplantations of the rural villages, where before people had any conception of a city-wide collective their primary allegiance was to their neighborhood. As can still be seen in the Palio di Siena to this day, these contrade built a strong identity based on local street gangs, the parish church, their traditional heraldry, and their traditional rivalries with the stronzi in the next contrade over. And whether they were maggiori, minori, or unguilded laborers, everyone in the city was a member of their contrade.

As Martines describes, the populo both recruited from (and borrowed the traditions of) the contrade to form their armed neighborhood companies into a force that would have the manpower, the discipline, and the morale to take on the consorteria:

"Every company had its distinctive banner and every house in the city was administratively under the sign of a company. A dragon, a whip, a serpent, a bull, a bounding horse, a lion, a ladder: these, in different colors and on contrasting fields, were some of the leitmotifs of the twenty different banners. They were emblazoned on individual shields and helmets. Rigorous regulations required guildsmen to keep their arms near at hand, above all in troubled times. The call to arms for the twenty companies was the ringing of a special bell, posted near the main public square. A standard-bearer, flanked by four lieutenants, was in command of each company."

To knit these companies organized by neighborhood into a single cohesive force, the lawyers' guilds within the populo created a state within a state, complete with written constitutions, guild charters, legal codes, legislative and executive councils. Under these constitutions, the populo's councils would elect a capitano del popolo, a professional soldier from outside the city who would serve as a politically-neutral commander, with a direct chain of command over the gonfaloniere and lieutenants of the neighborhood companies, to lead the populo against their noble would-be overlords.

And in commune after commune, the neighborhood companies made war against the consorteria, taking the towers one by one and turning them into fortresses of the populo. The victorious guilds turned their newly-won military might into political hegemony over the commune, stripping the nobilita of their power and privilege and forcing them either into submission or exile. Then they directed their veteran neighborhood companies outward to seize control of the rural hinterland from the feudal aristocracy, until the city had become city-state.

(Ironically, in the process, the populo gave birth to the condottieri, as the nobility who had lost their landed wealth and political power took their one remaining asset - their military training and equipment - and became professional mercenaries. But that's a story for another time...)

[imaginal-ai]

"Ahsan, the Just" (0002)

(More of The Ahsan Portrait Series)

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[pastel-omegas-blog]

can't help imaging both Leon and Mc as partners being on heat together

Also love your stories

Wow wasn't expecting this ask so quickly that and three different people requested the same thing.

Well here you go.

For my quotev readers this is not canon in my other D.D au

Used a picrew for Leon's face claim

Leon and MC sharing their heat together.

⚠️ Warning ⚠️ smut ahead, obsessive and yandere tendencies, mind play/ manipulation, drugging, praise kink, loss of innocence, breeding, overstimulation.

DNI if your a minor please. Go do something else, fem readers I didn't care since most won't listen, just no freaky shit.

Leon

Leon watched from across the table as his h/c lover helped himself to the snacks and desserts arranged on the table.

The two having different snacks set out to soothe their tastes. Even their tea sets were different, Leon requesting a sweet flavoured tea for the other while he took something more bitter to calm his nerves.

M/N didn't think to much of it, using the sweets to fight down his stress and the blue haired man didn't blame him.

The larger omega could still remember the panicked look in the others e/c eyes as he begged him him to go on a small date with him outside the imperial palace and away from his small mansion to get some fresh air and quality alone time together.

So here they were, in a hidden cafe located under ground the Trovian Empire in a private vip room so they could enjoy some quality time together.

Away from peering eyes and nosy ears.

With eyes full of wonder and admiration, the saint stared at the s/c man happy that the relationship between was no longer strained.

He was glad M/N was no longer wary of him and his advances. Was glad that now they could confined In one another, and he even press a soft kiss to the the h/c man's cheek and lips when he was sure the other was comfortable with it.

It was a sweet and charming process watching the discarded Emperor get close to him and see him in a new light.

But Leon would be a damned lair if he said he was satisfied with this.

Fucking not !!

He wanted more.

Wanted to touch him more.

Wanted to mark him with his scent

Wanted everyone to know that the petite man belonged to him and him alone!

But that was risky.

To even court the discarded Emperor had been a risky move. He wasn't able to send items with his scent for the possibility it could be found, publicly take him out or flaunt him around.

Even sending the gifts and cryptid letters professing his feelings and love had been dangerous, but he had managed to do it.

The most pain staking thing about the whole thing was having to patiently wait for M/N to completely come out of his shell. The process had been so slow that at one point Leon almost snapped and snatched him out to prematurely.

Luckily he had stopped himself on time.

But there were two things the smaller omega did that honestly pissed him off to no end.

" mmmhm! This is so good Saint Cornelius. I wish the Emperor would take me out like you do "

One was that the h/c omega hardly ever called him by his name, only referring to him as hit title.. it peeved him, but he could stomach it. He knew it was because of the other's strict etiquette during his upbringing that he still unconsciously referred to him by title.

But the habit of unconsciously calling out for that stupid alpha. It had to stop. In fact.

He hated how the names of other possible love interest just flew out of the man's mouth.

He wanted mark him so he chase them away.

But he couldn't do that.

To freaking risky, their relationship would be exposed immediately.

So Leon decided he would settle for the next best thing.

A way to ensure that M/N only had him in mind.

Purple amethyst eyes watched closely as the s/c man brought the porcelain teacup closer to his plump glossy lips. the Emperor drinking the sweet tea with a pleased hum didn't notice the quick shift in his lover's expression.

A sinister look took over his normally gentle smile and just as quick as it appeared it vanished and the blue haired man continued eating his dessert while counting down in his mind.

M/N felt his clothes start to stick to his body as an uncomfortable heat began to envelop his body.

He tried to brush it off at first, blaming the heat on the clothes he chose to wear.

A black thick coat like outfit that practically swallowed his form, but with each passing second the heat started becoming unbearable.

Confused the h/c started to wonder if he was becoming sick.

He himself hadn't noticed it, but his breathing had become erratic, his mouth opened slightly as he took in deep breaths to try and calm himself down.

A soft red blush dusted his cheeks as his e/c eyes became hazy, his gaze no focusing on anything as he has stopped eating.

" M/N ? Is everything alright ? " Leon's soft voice snapped the Emperor out of his thoughts and when he looked to be blessed with the sight of the blue haired omega's pretty face was when he felt a gush of silck start to dribble out of his entrance.

It took a few seconds before it finally hit the h/c haired omega.

He was in heat.

He was in heat!

How could he be so careless?!

He was having his very first heat in a public setting like this where everyone could recognize his scent.

And in front of the only person who had ever treated him with so much love and kindness other than Aria.

Shame began to spill into his core as tears pricked at the corner of his eyes.

How could he be so shameless.

Was he so useless that he couldn't even keep track of his own heat ?!

His stupidity was going to get the two of them caught.

To wrapped up in his own turmoil he didn't notice that the saint had gotten up and had moved towards him.

" M/N ? " Said man froze up when he heard just how close the voice was , looking over to his side he saw just how close the other had gotten and seeing the omegas pretty face closer caused more slick to gush out and a small whine left his lips. M/N was sure that his scent had started to spread and it would only be a matter of time before people came banging on the door.

The tears came rolling down his cheeks at that.

There was no way that Leon couldn't smell him.

He would probably think he was disgusting.

That he was just a cheap whore that couldn't control himself.

He snapped out of his thoughts when a soft silk material started wiping his tears away and he looked up to see his lover gently wiping his tears away.

" sssshhh it's okay. It's alright don't worry yourself " the larger omega cooed out as he gently pat the other's curly h/c hair " b..but t.. they'll be able t.. to pick up my s..scent " the s/c man argued back.

He was absolutely sure that the people outside had already figured out he was in heat and would soon come banging on the door.

" Don't worry I casted a månå spell so that doesn't happen. Don't blame yourself for this alright ? It happens to the best of us, so don't be too harsh on yourself. " The blue haired omega cooed, letting out his pheromones of ripe strawberries and vanilla to calm the other down.

And the e/c felt his body relax, the shame and fear disappearing as lust started to replace it, the yearning growing fast and strong as the smaller omega felt his phermones flow out as a futile attempt to try and seduce the blue haired saint.

The breathy laugh that leaves Leon's lips causes a shiver to run down M/N's spine making the man's inner omega react as a pleading mewl left his lips.

The blue haired man felt an shock go down his cock and it took everything in him not to take the smaller omega then and there. He had to be patient.

It was the h/c man's first time and he didn't want to do anything that would scare him.

But he found it hard to hold himself back with the way the other's scent was filling the room.

The thick sweet smell of ripe peaches and rich honey with the soft longer of creamy milk sticking to it.

It was getting to potent in the small room that Leon was beginning to taste it on his tongue.

If the richness of the other's scent wasn't a good enough reason to pounce on the smaller male then the cute expressions he was making was.

Fighting down the greed in him begging to take the s/c man and pound into him already, the blue haired omega put on the face of a worried lover.

" I know this is your first time and it might be scary so let me help you out..... " The man started steadily pumping out more of his phermones to influence the other's decision as he leaned in close to the other's face, his lips hover only an inch over the other's.

his hands were already moving forward to slowly unbutton the h/c man's coat like dress, exposing his neck and collarbone as the blue haired man's fingers gingerly rubbed the other's heated flesh, gaining small moans as the other's reaction.

" ....... If we stay here like this it'll only get worst and we won't be able to escape back to the imperial palace without getting caught. You wouldn't want that to happen right N/N ? " The saint added cooing out gently, as his hands continued to go down lower, opening the buttons of the petite man's coat, exposing his pretty body to his greedy eyes as he took in everything, holding back from licking his lips at the delicious sight.

With the coat partially out of the way M/N was left in just his corset, lace underwear and thigh high stockings. 

Now it made so much sense why the h/c Emperor only stuck to wearing such ridiculous outfits that made him look like a sack of potatoes.

Because if he went around dressed in clothes that showed off his figure added with his already pretty face, there would be no way he would receive the same amount of hate and criticism he was getting now.

He was the epitome of how the perfect omega was supposed to look like.

Such a delicate little thing, with a curvy hourglass shape, nice hips for bearing the most adorable pups, plush thighs and a plump ass. 

The larger omega hadn't been expecting to see it, but the smaller man had inverted nipples.

Absolutely adorable, his chest was just as shy as he was.

The h/c man was just so alluring.

Not to mention now the smell of silck was stronger and Leon didn't miss how the bottom coat and underwear had become drenched in the natural lube, that just added to the appeal.

The gods Leon wanted to take him so badly! already. But he had to be patient.

Still it didn't mean he couldn't speed up the process.

Enjoying how his lover became a squirming and blushing mess at been so exposed, the blue haired omega pumped out more of his pheromones, not stopping untill he was sure the s/c man had gotten drunk of his scent he asked again. " Don't you want me to help darling ? " The saint purred out his question.

M/N  didn't know what to do. Everything was becoming blurry to him and the heat was getting to much, pooling in the pit of his stomach and just made everything unbearable. He tried to rub his thighs together, but the larger omega's hands darted down to keep his legs apart and he let out a whine of protest. " Come on darling. You have to accept my help. It's the best way to relieve you of your pain " Leon suggested, but the way he worded it made it sound like a demand. M/N to gone in his dazed state and drunk off the larger omega's pheromones he nodded his head groggily his head in response.

" Use your words " the h/c omega almost pouted, his inner omega showing and making him act brattier than his normal sweet self, but the stone cold look his lover gave made him stutter out his response.

" S.. saint C.. Corneli- "

" Say my name. " The blue haired man growled out, cutting off his lover and M/N couldn't stop the whimper of fear that left his lips.

" P.. please L.. Leon..... h...help... " He managed to force out those three words, mumbling them under his breath as he turned his face away to hid his embarrassed cheeks, but that seemed to be enough for the saint.

The next words that left the larger omega's lips sent a jolt of pleasure straight to the Emperor's cock making in struggle against it's clothed prison and draw a whine of pleasure for him more silck dripping out of his entrance and making a mess of his thighs and the chair.

" Good boy~ "

And with that Leon crashed his mouth into the other's lips, shoving his tongue inside and moaning loudly at sweet taste of ripe peaches and rich honey that flooded his taste buds.

He knew the h/c would taste sweet, but was just utterly addictive.

The next  moments were a blur.

Hands ripped away the dress from the s/c man's form as the larger omega desperately wanted to feel more of his lover's skin. The kids between the two of them was rough, M/N not being able to keep up so Leon had to take the lead. Getting frustrated of having to bend his form slightly to kiss his lover so he picked the man up from the chair,  hands digging into the soft flesh of his ass,as the blue haired man separated the kids for a moment to a quick månå spell, giving the h/c man a chance to breathe as the other crafted a small temporary bed,, laying the Emperor on it gently before bringing him in for another bruising kiss , both men moaning into it.

This was wrong.

What he was doing was wrong.

Drugging the innocent man with a hormone pill that forced his heat.

About to fuck him in some underground cafe in some dingy bed he summoned instead a a large room filled with things the would keep them both happy and on a huge bed with soft silk sheets.

Stealing the man's first heat in such a cruel way, but Leon couldn't be bothered. Doing this would erase any thoughts if other possible love interests form M/N's mind and the smaller would only think of him.

He would depend on him and him alone.

The drugs only lasted for a few hours and the saint was going to enjoy every single second of it.

Leon pulled away from the kiss, drawing a weak moan from the disgruntled Emperor and the larger omega simply peck the tip of his nose, moving up to kiss away the tears that had gathered around the s/c man's pretty e/c eyes before lowering his lips to the man's neck to start a new bout of torture.

His ministrations started small, with kisses to small sucking and going full force into harsh nips, high pitched moans and squeals that striker the saint's ego left the other omega's lips.

M/N's formally smooth neck was now filled with hickeys of different colours. Some a rosy pink, some a dark red and others a bruising purple.

Leon thought the colours were pretty and he wished he was able to make the man show them off so that others would back away. 

That would be something happening in the near future, so the saint could be a bit more patient until then.

Purple amethyst eyes stared down at the dazed look his omega had on.

The smaller omega had reached out to tightly grip the dress shirt that his lover had on, a part of him  tugging the pesky clothing as he wanted it off and the other gripping on for dear life.

All of this felt so weird, yet at the same time he wanted more. His body craved for every little jolt of pleasure Leon gave him.

He didn't know what to expect when he finally had his first heat. The omegan teacher he had when he was younger had simply said his fated alpha would make him feel good, but Leon wasn't an alpha and his body was still begging for his touch.

Leon glanced at his lover as he trailed his lips lower, stopping next to the h/c man's scent gland, been so close to the source of the smaller man's pheromones  had an immediate effect on the blue haired man, his inner omega begging to be let loose and for a split second he gave into his instincts.

The h/c man's eyes widened in shock as he felt pointing canines graze the soft flesh of his neck. 

The place we're a mating mark would be placed. 

Fear seeped into his core, the rational part of his starting to work again.

Small s/c hands that had been pulling the larger omega closer started to push him away, the smaller Man wriggling his body as he tried to escape.

" L.. Leon. N..no ...s... stop please!! " He cried out trying to get to the saint to snap out of his dazed.

He couldn't mark him!

They would both be sentenced to death if he did.

A pained moan escaped M/N's kiss swollen lips as Leon roughly gripped his wrist and pinned them to the bed, his knee moving forward to keep the other's legs apart.

The deep feral growl that escaped the larger omega's lips made him shrink back in fear as he and stop his struggling. 

Still not giving up he weakly called out.

" O...omega y..your scaring m..me ! " The h/c man sobbed out, tears running down his cheeks.

Leon stopped moving at those words, his senses rushing back to him as his eyes widened in horror at the tears running down his lover's cheeks.

No no no no no no no no no NO!

He hadn't meant for this to happen!

Leon quickly pumped out more of his pheromones, the scent of vanilla and strawberries almost becoming suffocating. He peppered kisses in the man's cheeks, letting go of his wrist to gently cradle his face.  He was doing everything in his power to calm the smaller omega down.

Cradling him softly, whispering apologies into his ears.  The saint felt his heart hammering against his rib cage and for a moment he didn't understand what was wrong, then it hit him.

He was scared.

Scared that his actions would make the h/c Emperor hate him.

Scared that because of his greed that he would lose the only thing he really held dear to him.

The fear gradually died down as the h/c man stopped his crying , leaning into saint's touch, but it lingered at the back of his mind.

The two stayed like that in each other's arms simply enjoying their warmth, until the pesky heat kicked up dragging a pained moan from M/N.

Leon winced slightly himself, a guilt he didn't feel earlier suddenly coming back to eat him up.

"  I'm sorry love " the larger omega cooed out separating the other to pull off his shirt and undo the belt of his pants so he could kick them of, leaving him in nothing but his underwear. Leaning back closer he pecked his forehead softly, pretty purple hues staring into e/c eyes with absolute love and admiration.

He continued to lower his lips, pecking the man's lips, going lower to gingerly kiss his scent glands, going lower to place hickeys on his collar bone, going lower to tease the s/c man's nipples.

He smirked at the sight of the shy things that hadn't even peeled out, his hawk eyes catching a thick white liquid slowly gathering around the head and slowly dripping down his chest.

Without another thought he took in the nipple closest to his mouth  moaning softly at the sweet taste and enjoy the high pitched mewls that left the smaller male's lips.

He smirked at the cute sounds and continued his teasing, rolling the sensitive bud in his mouth and nibbling it gently, only relenting when the head finally popped out of hiding before doing the same treatment to the other one, gulping down as much sweetness he could during the process.

He could feel the Emperor's breathing relax when he did so.

Not done yet he finger continued going down, giving the plump flesh of the omega's hips a nice squeeze before going to tug on his drenched lace underwear. And in one swift motion he ripped the offending clothing off, drawing a strangled cry from the lust hazed h/c man, finally free the man's weeping cock and exposing his silck covered ass.

Leon let out a small whine as he felt his own member start to strain against his underwear, the fabric beginning to get to tight, his own ass beginning to get wet with silck, but he had to leave it on.

He wasn't going to take it off and lose him.

Not again.

By this time it wasn't just M/N feel that felt the the thick lust.

Leon felt his breathing become laboured as he begrudgingly separated the smaller omega's nipples, gulping down the creamy liquid. 

His own body temperature was beginning to get higher, his fair cheeks getting a rosy hue of their own.

It was like he was going into heat himself and the saint couldn't help the crazed smile that spread on his swollen lips at the thought.

He really loved the h/c so much that his own body had taken up symptoms of heat just so he could treat the man more gently. 

They really were just absolutely made for each other.

Moving his face upwards he brought his lover in for another kiss, his tongue prodding into the man's mouth to make sure the other could taste exactly how sweet he was.

Doing this, his fingers continued trailing lower, stopping at the smaller man's silck gushing entrance, making sure to coat his digits in a generous amount of the liquid before prodding the puckered hole gently then slowly pushing his digit into the man's tight heat, wincing slightly at how tight the man's velvet walls gripped around it.

Fuck he was tight!

And so freaking hot and soft.

The gods he couldn't wait to enter him.

M/N's eyes widened as he let out a pained moan, the sound being blocked by Leon's lips.

The larger omega pulled back shushing him gently as he used his other free hand to gently message the man's hips as small pained whimpers left the s/c emperor's lips.

He waited for a few moments before he started moving his finger slowly, waiting for the other to relax, getting encouraged by the pleased moans before he picked up the pace.

The h/c raised his hands to wrap them round Leon's neck, his moans getting louder as the saint's thrusting got faster. 

This felt so.... so weird.

In a really good way.

 He didn't know he could feel so good like this.

The heat in his stomach began to churn around in a really nice addicting way.

He could feel his cock get harder with each stroke of his walls and the head dribble out something. His balls felt tight and heavy It felt like he wanted to pee so badly, but at the same time he knew that wasn't the case.

 E/c widened in shock, a chocked moan escaping his lips as he felt the finger in him get bigger. Leon moved back to capture his lips and M/N relaxed at the familiar taste of ripe strawberries and vanilla on his tongue.

Leon thrusted his fingers slowly watching how his lover handle the extra two digits before speeding up his thrusts, his hand by this point was drenched in the other's silck, but that didn't stop his fingers searching for the small bundle of nerves that would make his omegas see stars.

And when he felt the other suddenly stop kissing and violently tense underneath him he knew he had found it.

And like a good lover what did he do ?

Abuse it.

The blue haired omega pulled out his fingers , breaking the kiss so he could see the confused expression on his omega, a manic grin spreading on his lips when he thrusted them back in with full force, loving how the h/c man's eyes rolled to the back of his head and with that he continued the assault the man's little bundle of nerves, feeling his gummy walls flutter and tightening around his fingers.

M/N felt something was about to happen to him. His grip around leon's neck tightening.

His insides felt like they were tying themselves into knots and with how the fluid dripping from his cock seemed to gush out even more, the pressure increasing tenfold. He couldn't focus his mind on anything, but he could still make out the sound of his own broken voice moaning like a broken mantra.

Then he felt it.

A sudden tightening of a rope that felt like it was about snap and give his body what he was looking for and when he though it was about to happen, Leon suddenly pulled his fingers away and M/N felt like he was about to die.

The pleasure that had been building up started fading and a hurt sob fell from his lips. Blinded by rage(?) He used his hands to weakly push the saint's chest, trying and failing miserably at glaring at him.

" S.. stupid...m..m.. meanie o..omega " he drawled out, earning an amused chuckle leaving the blue haired omega's lips.

" Sorry love " Leon cooed out not sounding sorry at all as he straightened himself to pull of his underwear, finally getting free from his clothed prison.

The only thing the h/c omega would be cumming on was his cock.

E/c darted down to stare at the rock hard appendage and the s/c man felt silck gush out even more.

Even his cock was pretty.

Long and thick with not much veins being visible, the head a raging red.

The sound of Leon's laughter snapped him out of his thoughts and then he realized he was drooling.

" Aww aren't you just adorable ? " The saint purred out, using his slick covered hand to wet his cock and whatever anger M/N felt died down at those words as nervousness flooded his dazed state. Leon quick to notice sent him a smile, using his free hand to cradle his lover's face.

" Don't worry darling. I'll be gentle " he assured and the h/c man relaxed at his words, putting his trust into the larger omega.

The blue haired man's heart warmed at the sight.

Lining his cock in front of the omega's entrance Leon entered once, quick so it wouldn't hurt the other by pushing in inch by inch and he winced at the tightness gripping him felt like his cock would break and the warmth surrounding him.

The moans of discomfort coming from his omega was what that stopped him from pounding harshly into the s/c man.

Leaning his face down he peppered kisses to the man's face, crooning his neck, letting out deep purrs to calm down the other.

When he was sure the omega had adjust, he gave an experimental thrust. The loud moan hr got in reply was all he needed.

The saint's thrusts started off slow, gaining more power until he was practically slamming into the smaller man, his balls slapping against the man's ass. Hitting the smaller man's prostate head-on.

The sound of skin slapping against skin and high pitched moans filled the room, both omegas letting the sounds fall out from their lips.

" Fuck love. Your so tight. Doing so well taking all of me. Just so fucking perfect. The prettiest omega in the whole damn IRA. Such a good boy, my good boy" the blue haired man moaned our praises , having noticed how the praises had affected the man earlier. And from how the man underneath him let out small chirps at the words.

But he meant every word he said.

How no one had noticed what a fucking masterpiece the man was, was beyond him.

That stupid alpha really was blind.

Leon winced slightly as M/N hands fell from his neck to his back, his manicured nails growing sharp and piercing the soft skin of the larger omega's back, leaving scratches behind.

But Leon didn't mind, if anything the pain the pain spurred him on.

" Gonna fuck my pups into you when I get the chance " the blue haired man  growled out and the h/c man tightened around him.

Oh?

So his little omega liked the thought of being breed huh ?

Leon pulled out till it was just the head and slammed right back in causing M/N to cry out in pleasure.

" You like that don't you ? Want to be full of my pups. Want to be full and round. Does my pretty boy want to be a mama ~ " the saint teased  increasing his pace with every clash of his hips.

The h/c man felt like he was in heaven.

The pleasure had his toes curling, his body twitching as his mind trying to hold any semblance of rational thought and ultimately failing, but after a few moments of trying to get himself he did.

Only for it to get brutally destroyed when Leon thrusted upwards, hitting the mouth of his womb.

He came then and there.

He came hard, his vision going white as his body convulsed in ecstasy.

" L....LEON!!~ "

Thin strings of semen shot out of his cock , staining his and his lover's chest.

Leon let out a whiney moan as M/N tightened harshly around him, staring at the man in awe as he climaxed. His body twitching from the over stimulation.

And Leon not caring that the smaller man just keep or loving how sensitive ha had become whichever one, pounded harsher into the smaller omega. The head of his cock making a tight squeeze past his cervix and into the man's womb were he proceeded to bully the man's sensitive walls like his life depended on it.

The way his thrusts started becoming sloppy after while indicated he way close and the blue haired man's thrust become more purposeful. His body shaking with desire as he chased his high.

And he he came, burning his cock into M/N's gummy walls as his poured into the omega's fertile hole, his hands gripped the smaller man's waist tightly.

He would be sure to give him drugs later to avoid any pups for now.

Both men's ragged breathing filled the room.

M/N was far to gone to even form words as he laid there and try to wait for the feeling of euphoria running through his veins to calm down.

Leon leaned over his face to peck the h/c man's lips and M/N felt himself relax a bit.

At least now he could-

" Ahhhh~ !! " 

E/c eyes widened as a moan was ripped out  of his hoarse throat.

Confused, with his body being pushed over The edge of over stimulation M/N looked at his lover with panicked eyes and Leon sent an innocent smile.

" Oh darling you really are just so adorable. Absolutely cute. Just one more round please ?~ I promise after another I'll be filled. So won't you let me darling ? "

[dianalillian]

POV: You woke up in a world of novel/otome game as its villainess looking like this.

[reluctroid]

John Kelly Pevahouse

[inky-duchess]

Fantasy Guide to A Coronation

Coronations are the ceremony in which your monarch is confirmed by church or state or the people by the bestowing of a crown and regalia and the taking of oaths. So how do we write them?

When does Coronation takes place?

A Coronation usually takes place some time after death of the previous monarch. Past coronations would take place mere weeks after the death of a monarch as it was essential that the monarch be crowned to confirm their legitimacy. Modern coronations would take place months after the death of a monarch. In this time period, the new monarch IS the monarch - just uncrowned. This does not effect their powers in any way.

What’s in a Coronation?

Coronations are usually very lavish affairs. These are not only just ceremonies, these are statements a sort of opening show to the monarch's reign. A Coronation will usually be accompanied by numerous parades, balls, pageants, military displays and concerts. It's usually framed as a celebration of the Royal family of the monarch or the nation as a whole. The population is expected to celebrate.

Who attends a Coronation?

Coronations were big affairs. Many invitations would be sent out, inviting representatives from other nations, friends and allies, even uncertain friends and unfriendly nations. Other monarchs are generally not invited out of tradition but they will send heirs and relatives to represent them. Coronations were a display of wealth and power and it was in the monarch's best interest to get as many people there as possible. Coronations were also essential to monarchy for one very good reason: not only were you recognised by the state but it was a chance to accept fealty - promises of loyalty - from nobles. Many nobles from across the land would be invited to witness and then profess their loyalty to the Monarch.

What to Wear to a Coronation?

Coronations were meant to be pageants so everybody wore their very best clothes, jewels and put their best foot forward. Peers or nobles would wear red velvet robes (see above) over their clothes along with coronets (also see above) denoting rank. Traditional clothing would also be encouraged, the Japanese Imperial family often don traditional garments for their enthronements. The Royal family would wear military uniform or royal robes usually purple velvet rather than red trimmed with ermine. They would also wear coronets. The monarch would usually be the most expensive dressed, yet however this can also backfire. The monarch has to be modest yet also outdone everybody. George IV made the grave faux pas of spending a shit ton of money on his outfit for the coronation which he only wore the once. Most monarchs tend to have their Robes and clothes embroidered with emblems of the nation and to wear significant relics during the ceremony.

The Ceremony

After a procession through the streets the monarch and/or their Consort arrive on the scene. They will be wrapped in red velvet Robes on their arrival and accompanied by pages or maids of honour who help carry the train of their Robes.

Before the monarch, selected peers will carry the regalia. These are the relics that are bestowed on the monarch throughout the ceremony. These usually include the crown itself, the sceptres, the coronation ring, the coronation Robes and an orb.

In some instances, the monarch would be presented to the assembled crowd at each Cardinal point - North, south, east, west and proclaimed the undoubted king/queen/sovereign. It is then the crowd issue an acceptance.

Monarchs would then be asked to take oaths by the figure ordaining them before the assembled crowd. These oaths would be one of service, something along the lines of promising to uphold law and tradition, being merciful, trying not to murder the peasants too much, keep their deity on side and try not to be too much of a failure.

Then monarch will sit on the throne and be anointed. During this part, they usually put a linen smock over their clothes to protect their finery. The anointing in Western culture is usually linked to Christianity, with the application of holy oil. However, the annointing can be replaced with a blessing in any other setting. During this part of the ceremony, the monarch and/or the Consort is shielded by a canopy of cloth of gold held aloft by high ranking nobles. This part of the ceremony is not to be witnessed by the crowd. It is sacred.

Then the monarch is wrapped in their new Robes. They are presented the regalia. The orb represents the monarch's power. The ring is symbolic of wedding oneself to duty. The sceptre is symbolic of power over governance. Once the monarch has been wrapped up and given these items, the Crown is then lowered onto their head. The crown is usually a jewel stubbed coronet fitted over a velvet cap and trimmed with ermine. There would be the monarch's crown and the Consort's crown (which is usually that much smaller). Around them, the nobility will place their coronets on simultaneously while the military give a gun salute.

After this, the Royal family and the peers would then come and kneel before the monarch, removing their coronets and making their oath of "I swear that I will pay true allegiance to Your Majesty, and to your heirs and successors according to law. So help me God." Once the path is made, they can step back and put their coronet back on.

Once homage is paid, the Consort would then be crowned if this is a married couple having their coronation. Consorts do not have to take an oath but they are given a coronation ring, a crown and sceptres.

Once everybody has made their oaths and the monarch can barely move under their Robes and regalia, it is time for the monarch to make a procession back through the streets - now a crowned monarch.

When Coronations go Wrong

Like most ceremonies, things can go wrong at coronations. Most coronations go off without a hitch yet there are always downsides to a large, expensive ceremony of an unelected figurehead. Surprisingly.

Coronations are often long affairs. There are numerous historical accounts of peers and guests fainting from the exertion of standing in such heavy Robes. These Robes were not only deadly because of heat exhaustion but also their length. The elderly Lord Rolle actually fell down a flight of steps at Queen Victoria's coronation.

Many past coronations have failed due to poor planning. Nicholas II and his Consort Alexandra's coronation was a very lavish affair however due to terrible planning, a stampede occurred where thousands of Russian people where injured and killed. Despite the tragedy, the Couple did not visit the site or the injured, instead going to the French ambassador's ball on bad advice. History would remember him as Bloody Nicholas, made all the more bloody by the Revolution years after.

George IV, as per usual, caused consternation at his own coronation by constantly walking out from under his canopy which caused the nobles holding it to speed up making it all look rather silly.

Guestlists are often contentious points. It is very important not to jar international relations by snubbing foreign powers. While some of the nobles are invited, it is usually expected that the crown will invite representatives from all nations. If invitations are not issued, it can lead to issues. The Royal family is nearly always invited in its entirety even despite criminal activity (fuck you Andrew) but sometimes snubs are issued. Caroline of Brunswick, the rightful Queen Consort, was actually barred from being crowned by her husband. Its rumoured that her hammering on the door could be heard throughout George IV's coronation. Edward VIII, the King who abdicated over his love for Wallis Simpson, was not invited to either his brother's subsequent coronation or his niece's due to the optics of him being a former king and his rumoured ties to Britain's enemies.

Queen Victoria's coronation got off to a very bad start since the coronation ring had been made too small and then shoved onto the wrong ring. Victoria wrote in her diary that she had to rest her hand in ice for the rest of the day.

Coronations are framed as ceremonies of celebrations and national might and while that may be their intention, they are very often, rightly, subject to criticism. Coronations are widely expensive and very often are a display out outdated or unpopular ideals especially modern coronations. In a post WWI world the time of difference is now over and the media rightly critises such an expensive and outdated ceremony. Many monarchies have hastened to modernise to keep up with the new world, cutting down the budgets and revamping the ceremonies. The Swedish monarchs are no longer crowned but instead invested through an oath and sitting on their famous Silver Throne. However, many feel that coronations are becoming a thing of the past and may not be seen in the future.

[triptrippy]

in terms of nobility, what status is Barry's family? Like dukedom or marquess or earl etc etc. what are their thoughts on their son going on his gay little adventures w the likes of fry Sloane n willowby (or do they not know abt what he's doing yet)

Barrys father is like, in dwarven society, a baron maybe? he got all his wealth from being the head of his mining guild, plus like 15 other ventures that has gotten him a lot of money/influence but theres no traditional like Birthright situation going on. im so uneducated about actual nobility structure, still no doubt dwarves still have kings, and Barrys status is as the son of a semi-"self made" noble in the sense that his dad didnt inherit it through bloodlines His father knows about it, i have one of my next pictures that kind of talks about Barrys family actually. I dont think anyone else knows about it. His siblings probably wouldnt know. His mother lives in the West with her new (at this point old) hubby and doesnt have a ton of contact

[manichewitz]

truly my biggest issue with bridgerton is that there’s not a single gay person in it. youre telling me you created a fantasy world where racism and colonialism dont exist but heteropatriarchy does

[queen-helaenas-pet-spider]

Book Sansa: Lord Sandor :).

Book Sandor: I'm no lord, Girl.

Book Sansa: My Lord :).

Book Sandor: Stop it.

Book Sansa: Sandor :).

Book Sandor: I SAID STOP IT!

Book Sansa: SAN :) DOR :).

[kriskukko]

a friend talked me over into joining an rp forum again so i wrote up this man for their rogue knight faction and am having too much fun