#Royal Servant

[fujoshi--senpai]

royal servant

[crimsonrrain]

[thoughtsofanunorganizedmind]

The manhwa artist and author behind my favorite bl manhwas "Royal Servant" and "Angel Buddy" Chungnyun @/cn0900 and Sunsun @dayLight031 on twitter has a new manhwa!!! Its called " Guiding Hazard"

Synopsis (this is a copy-paste.. sorry.. ) You’re always in my memories! Lee Taegun is a S-Class Esper who refuses to be guided due to trauma. His new guide, Seo Eun-seong, tries a more gentle guiding that he’s never done before. This soft approach of Seo Eun-Seong, Who never crosses boundaries, only increases Lee Taegun's suspicions. This leads to Lee Taegun's provocation to reveal his true feelings. Will the romance between the two, "Sexy Provocation VS. Iron Wall Defense," Who met as a guide and Esper while keeping a differently remembered past, begin...?

Black haired guy is the Esper Lee Taegun and the blonde one is Guide Seo Eun Seong. The korean raws up to 11 chapters as of this writing. Spoilers!!!! I really like Eun Seong so far. Even though Taegun kept coming at him because of the side effects of his powers, Eun Seong never took advantage of him. He knew Taegun was not in his right mind. He held himself back even though he was being affected by Taegun's actions.

I liked what I've read so far. Can't wait to read the rest of the chapters. Please give it a read and follow chungnyun @ cn0900, sunsun @dayLight031 as well as @ryservant on twitter for updates and links to official releases of chapters on ridibooks.com.

[cowboy-robooty]

Robooty Reviews: Royal Servant (3/10)

Read this way back in middle school... shared mangago lists with one of my friends and recognized this one and decided to reread. Lord. Who Likes This. The story is about Kyon and his master Lucaon and theres like some plot bullshit since in this world theres these guys who are royals and got these powers that they never fuckin use and live longer too and are strong n all that. and the only way to kill one tho is to give them this special poison that is completely undetectable and the only way to cure it is if the person who administered it fixes that shit. But yeah Lucaon hates servants and Kyon is a servant and Lucaon is a classic stoic scum gong and falls in love with Kyon but only starts being nice to him once Kyon literally spends 20 chapters on the brink of death lol bro got a fever and slit his wrists and fell into an ice pond and then got a fever again and pneumonia and Lucaon went "..... ok ill be nice to you now"

the art is good for this story dont get me wrong but its really really really stiff expression wise. maybe i'm just a little stupid and i need to see a huge cartoon tear drop to tell a character is sad but for realsies I do think that the art is pretty, but the expressions when bitches are fucking dying and shit could be a little more extreme. its okay to sacrifice their pretty boy looks for one pannel trust me..

The romance itself is just like whatevs. I will admit I am a fan of how kyon will just take anything like bro does not give a fuck okay cuz hes madly in love with Lucaon and doesnt care what he does to him. Im pretty sure in one chapter Kyon is just walking in the halls and Lucaon lunges at him and bites him until he bleeds and kyon passes the fuck out from the attack and its just like ok lol. LUCAON DOESNT GIVE A FUCK HES SO MEAN TO KYON UNTIL HES SUDDENLY NOT BECAUSE HE HAD HIS SCUM GONG REALIZATION WHEN KYON TRIES TO LEAVE HIM 15 MILLION TIMES AND ALMOST DIES IN EVERY INSTANCE OF TRYING TO LEAVE. the upside to kyon is that hes a simp and a pussy and he is a bit of a little bitch but he isnt a whiny bitch about it. like lucaon is his tormentor and he finds out that THERES A POSSIBILITY that he could be the cause of Lucaon's demise and immediately is like okay ill kill myself i need to get out of here and thats why he almost dies 10 million times trying to leave bc he only tries to leave bc lucaon's blonde ass brother is like dude. you might cause Lucaon to die since you're a secret spy with your memories wiped. AND ITS KINDA FUNNY BECAUSE HE STRAIGHT UP SEES KYON ALMOST DEAD IN BED AND GOES "GOD I WISH THIS BITCH WOULD JUST DIE ALREADY" LOL!!

When i was younger i was a fan of the pink haired guy (lucaons other brother) and his servant who is his boyfriend and treated as an equal and yeah younger me was right tbh kind wish the story focused on them instead. but ngl i hate the entire family drama thing bc like its the plot and all that but im like WHO GIVE A FUCK? this manhwa is just mid. mid as fuck. I'll admit when i was younger i re read the 20 chapters where kyon is on the brink of death like 50000 times over and over again because i loveeee suicide and i lovee when kyon tries to kill himself a million jillion times and Lucaon is like FUCKING STOP. theres like idk tiny hints of goodness. I can enjoy a good scum gong alright and I do like when Lucaon is like "brah... ive seen you cry more times than smile..... thats kinda fucked" MMMMMMM YES. FEEL BAD. FEEL REMORSE. but its just not worf it okay the manhwa sucks and its 100 chapters or some shit like that bruh moment. I also do like how at the end Kyon acknowledges that hes going to die before Lucaon and Lucaon needs to learn how to love other people than him because he doesn't want Lucaon to be stuck on him forever and ever. I think it was a nice bittersweet thing. In short. just not my thing. mid. equivalent to eating spoonfuls of peanut butter for dinner. Like you can... wont be very satisfying tho

[julijasm]

Author: MasterGin / Chungnyeon

[tapakah0]

Okay! I don't know where you got the idea from and my best guess is that your brain is connected to mine via bluetooth but.

Me and Hoddie have a royal au and your animation made me think of it again.

Nothing crazy special, but...ah...I should probably give a little context yeah...hmm.

Uh, okay. There's a kingdom. whose king and queen have died, leaving behind several possible heirs who are not their direct children. Right now, the king's first general is sitting on the throne, because the power of the army is, you know, a pretty powerful argument in a fight for the throne, right? This creepy regent is Cass. And Cass came to power thanks to Hoddie, who's basically the king's heir too, but she's pretty distant and her chances of the throne are quite slim. This has made her a professional rat and back stabber. The whole palace is busy weaving intrigue and destroying each other in a competition for power. Contests in cunning and sneakiness. A maximally intellectually uncomfortable environment in general.

Until Hoddie finds the true heiress. The king's blood daughter, to whom the throne should rightfully belong.

Problem? The problem is that the heiress needs to be two years older to be old enough to rule. And Hoddie and Cass' goal is to make sure she lives to that age in an environment where every other person wants to frame or kill her.

That heiress is you, Tap. But we couldn't think of what you'd look like in this au ahaha.

MHHMMM I SEE ONCE IN A WHILE BRAIN BLUETOOTH IS A GOOD THING you left me a window for my part and I grabbed this opportunity with sharp teeth Since there was no mention of my part, I have the audacity to add my own version. Did I understand correctly that my existence as an heiress was not known? It would be strange if the king was not looking for me, if I was the only heir (by blood), which means they were hoping for a new child, or already had plans for an indirect heir, or wanted to hide me. What other power is there, besides the king and the army, that holds the common people? Church. The king could have sent me to be trained as a priestess in order to gain support from them (either I was not considered worthy of receiving the throne in the future, which is why they preferred to hide me, or the king so badly needed their support that he was ready to sacrifice his only blood daughter) . Thus, from a young age, the beauty of a non-existent world somewhere beyond the heavens was drummed into my head and, in general, “God speaks all our actions.” I have an inconspicuous appearance, a position above a simple servant, but such priests are usually considered to be the daughters of high nobles, but not the king himself, which is why not everyone could know who I really was. Thus, they forgot about my existence ~ After the death of the king and all the heirs, the church quickly realized what to do next, and crushed me to itself, hiding me from the world until I reached the age of succession to the throne. (But children could take the throne under a regent. Could Hoodi become my regent as one of the older contenders for the throne?) So, back to the turmoil. Hoodie found me at church. Since childhood, my worldview could have changed greatly under the influence of the church, so, well, you will have to hammer a lot into my head, in addition to the throne’s education (You know... it's bit complicated to make a human sona not as a stupid little ball XDD... it literally can't get a shape at this point... maybe you will place a real bunny as the new king? It will be eating cabbage 24/7 and everyone will be happy)

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

how to fix ur grumpy king bf:

step one. kiss. step two. repeat step one. step three. there is no step three

[upat4amwiththemoon]

As free as an avis | 7

Summary: A princess and a commoner falling in love was a scandal on itself, but them both being women just adds fuel to the fire.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Warnings: this story will deal with homophobia and sexism, this story is mostly historically inaccurate

Word count: 2359

a/n: lets pretend that it hasn’t been ages since I wrote the last chapter (this series is still my baby)

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All parts: part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Ever since Y/N and Wanda said they loved each other, they have gotten braver and braver to show that love to one another, though it still happens behind closed doors, the people of the castle have started noticing their attachment to each other. At this point, it seems like a pair of two overly attached friends. It is inappropriate in many of the castle servant’s eyes, after all, a princess and the lady’s maid should not be so close, but none of them speak of it, as they know the Princess’s stubborn nature.

As the servants don’t speak of their relationship, they have also given up on stopping the Princess from leaving the castle without permission.

Which is exactly what she is doing right now, with Wanda.

“Would you say this is a good area?” Y/N lowers her hood as she glances at Wanda, who is studying their surroundings.

They are a bit away from the bustling city, near nature. The area is wide and open, full of unused fields and a couple of abandoned wooden sheds.

“I know it’s a walk away from the city, but I would make sure carriages would drive here, and there is a future possibility of building a shop near by.”

“Y/N.” Wanda turns to look at Y/N with a gentle smile. “It’s amazing. The walk isn’t too long, building so many homes will create a lot of jobs, this…” she gestures at the nature, “this is a beautiful place.”

Y/N nods and lets out a relieved sigh. She smiles as she takes hold of Wanda’s hand squeezing it softly. Her approval means everything to her. “Yeah?”

“Yes.” Wanda giggles, glancing around before planting a kiss on her cheek.

The two of them are alone—besides the carriage driver waiting where he can’t see them—but they know to be careful wherever they may be, there’s always a chance of someone watching them.

“When will you start building?”

Y/N looks around with a proud smile. “Once I find trustworthy builders, so my involvement won’t go back to my parents.”

“You know all the townspeople would field loyalty to you in a heartbeat, no one has love for the King and Queen like they do to you.”

“You know every single townsperson?”

Rolling her eyes, Wanda links their arms together as they start making their way back to the carriage. “Obviously not.” A small grin adorns her face. “But people talk, and my brother is such a gossip.”

“And you aren’t?” Y/N laughs, pulling Wanda closer. “I’ve heard you speaking with Yelena, you leave no detail behind.”

“That is totally different.” She raises her brows, but can’t hide the small smile growing on her face. “Yelena is brutal with her words, I’m slightly afraid she’ll yell at me if I do not tell her everything I know.”

The skin around Y/N’s eyes wrinkle as she laughs. “She’s merely fun scary.”

“What does that even mean?”

Y/N shrugs, “she’s more fun than scary. She wouldn’t hurt you.”

“But she could hurt me.”

“Oh, without a doubt.”

Wanda lets out a quiet huff, gently pushing Y/N’s side as they untangle their arms, having come near enough of the carriage to see it.

The driver opens the carriage door, bowing his head as Y/N climbs in with Wanda right behind her. The door closes and the carriage starts moving soon after.

The woman sit opposite of each other, smiling and talking silently so the driver wouldn’t accidentally overhear them. Their feet bump against one another’s, giggles fill the carriage every once in a while.

“There’s a quiet corner in the garden where no one else goes to, we could go there after we get back?” One of Y/N’s feet move under the hem of Wanda’s dress, gently tapping against her ankle.

Wanda smiles, “I still need to do my duties, you know, cleaning up and such?”

She rolls her eyes and sighs. Of course she had her own duties to attend to as well, but she’d much rather bail on them and spend all her time with Wanda. “After those duties then?”

“Yes, after we both are done with our duties.”

The Princess’ duties are a bore, at least in her eyes. Besides reading books about being a good wife and baby making, it involves meeting potential suitors. Men, who are supposed to be the next King if they marry. Men, who will take over ruling, because the woman cannot be the one making the decisions, even if she is the rightful heir—to her parents’ dismay.

Y/N sits around a table, one parent on each side and Lord Scott Lang opposite of her, a man over twice her age, which seemed to surprise Scott himself. A nice man over all, but not one she would like to marry.

Most of the discussion has gone through Y/N’s ears, though it doesn’t necessarily affect anything, as her parents will are the one doing the ‘interviewing’ and choosing, it’s only her future after all.

“Darling,” the Queen pinches Y/N’s thigh under the table, causing her to bring her attention back to the conversation, “do you have anything to say to Lord Lang?”

“It was a pleasure to meet you, Lord Lang.” Y/N gives him a polite smile, clearly wanting to get out of the room and back into Wanda’s warm embrace.

Scott nods with a smile, slightly put off by the Princess. “The pleasure was all mine.”

One of the servant guide him out of the room. The Queen lets out a sigh, rubbing the spot between her brows. “She will not be marrying, Lord Lang, he was too…aloof. Maybe we will have her meet Lord Barnes next.”

“I agree.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, leaning back on her chair as her parents talk about her inevitable marriage over her.

“And having a daughter out of wedlock,” the King scoffs, “unacceptable for a king to be.”

“At least he seems to genuinely love her.” Y/N mumbles, mostly speaking to herself, but not really caring anymore if her parents hear her.

Her mother’s cold glare turns to her. “What was that?”

“I said,” she turns to look at her, “that he seems to genuinely care about her, at least judging by the way he spoke so highly of her.”

“What is your problem?”

“I thought I’ve made my problems very clear.” Y/N states, narrowing her eyes. She might as well start a fight. She lifts a finger, “number one is you two,” she lifts another, “number two is becoming queen. Number three-“

“Oh, you need to grow up.” The Queen interrupts, her voice raising in pitch. “You have known what your job in this castle is ever since you were born. You have had all these years to deal with the fact you will be the new queen, but you still haven’t. You know why? Because you’re childish and refuse to make best of your situation. This is a problem you have created and if you don’t get over it, we will be forced to do something drastic.”

Y/N stares at her mother, a frown on her face. She never liked losing arguments. “Whatever.”

The King lets out a sigh and stands up, causing the Queen to follow along. “Listen to your mother, Y/N. It’s time to start acting like the future queen.” The two walk out of the room, leaving Y/N to sit alone, wallowing in her feelings.

“Are you sure no one will see us here?” Wanda looks around the garden as she gets dragged through it by Y/N. She is holding a picnic basket and a blanket in her free hand.

“I’m sure, Wanda.” She slows down her pace as they arrive to a more hidden corner of the garden.

The spot is shaded by an old oak tree and surrounded by tall flower bushes, giving it a private feel. The wind rustles the oak leaves, some falling down as a stronger gush pushes them. Though it’s already evening, the bees and butterflies still fly around the flowers, at times stopping on top of them, and birds communicate to each other, their words coming out as a delightful song.

Y/N and Wanda set the blanket under the oak tree’s branches, small slivers of the lowering sun hitting their face as they sit down. “Well?” The Princess turns to look at Wanda with a smile.

“It’s lovely, very peaceful.” Wanda sets the basket in front of them. It’s filled with different berries and pastries.

“It’s the perfect place for us.”

They set the snacks and drinks onto the blanket in front of them, enjoying them while they speak of everything and nothing in particular.

“You seemed upset.” Wanda mumbles, glancing at Y/N as she bites into a strawberry. “Earlier today, I mean. Before we came here.”

Y/N lets out a sigh, “it’s nothing, just my parents being themselves again.”

“Another suitor?”

She hums and nods, picking up a cupcake. “They’re really starting to push the idea of marriage on me, I think they’re getting desperate.”

“I’m sorry.” Wanda mumbles. She feels bad for not knowing how to comfort Y/N better in these situations.

“It’s fine.” Y/N smiles gently, gently bumping her shoulder against Wanda’s. “I don’t want to think about marriages when I’m with you.”

Wanda bumps her shoulder back, grabbing a handful of blueberries as she drops the subject.

Soon the sun fully sets down, the evening darkness slowly starting to engulf the garden. Wanda and Y/N move the blanket away from the oak tree, so they could lay on it and watch the stars.

“Which one do you want to go to?” Y/N asks softly after a moment of silence.

“What do you mean?”

“When we met, you said you’d like to travel to a stars.” She states, her gaze on the sky. It’s not fully dark yet, but the brightest stars are already visible. “Which one would you like to go to?”

Wanda hums. “I don’t know the names of the stars.”

“We have some astronomy books in the library, I’ll get them for you.” Y/N mumbles, turning her head to the side to look at Wanda.

Her side profile is ethereal. Y/N doesn’t know if she’s ever seen something so effortlessly beautiful. A small smile adorns her face, she swears she can see the twinkle of the stars in Wanda’s eyes, she’s sure Wanda’s eyes are the stars.

“Really?” Wanda turning her head to look at her makes her come out of her thoughts.

“Yeah,” she whispers, “I’d do anything for you.” Y/N raises up to lean on her elbows, the upper half of her body over Wanda’s. They stare at each other for a moment, before she slowly lowers her face closer, pressing their lips together in a soft and slow kiss.

One of Wanda’s hands moves around Y/N’s waist, rubbing the dress covered skin gently.

They pull away, though their faces are still close enough to feel the other’s warm breath on their faces. Y/N feels like her heart is beating out of her chest. “Do you want to run away with me?” The question comes out so quietly Wanda almost doesn’t understand it.

Her eyes widen and she sits up properly, bringing Y/N up with her. “What?”

“I…I want to run away with you. Go someplace where no one knows me, where we don’t have to be careful or hide.” The heartbeat is almost deafening in her ears.

“Do you mean that?”

“Of course I do.”

A silence falls. Wanda stares at Y/N with slightly furrowed brows, her hands shaking at the prospect of running away with her, leaving her family and friends behind. They would understand, but could she really do it.

“I’m sorry.” Y/N clears her throat, her gaze falling after the silence continues. “It was a stupid idea. Our whole lives are here and w-“

“Yes.”

“What?”

Wanda sets her hands on Y/N’s cheeks, pulling their faces closer together. A smile grows on her face, one of those that hurt her cheeks but she can’t stop. “I’ll run away with you.”

Letting out a laugh, whether of shock or relief Y/N doesn’t know, she sets her hands on top of Wanda’s. “You’re perfect.”

The laughter is contagious. Giddiness and a sense of freedom fill their bodies as Wanda drops back down on her back, pulling Y/N down with her. Her other hand goes to the back of the Princess’ neck, bringing their lips together, their teeth almost clashing together.

They stay like that for a moment, hands wondering and occasional giggles interrupting their kisses. When they finally pull apart, they’re panting, huge smiles on their faces.

“When are we leaving?” Wanda whispers, moving a strand of Y/N’s hair behind her ear.

“Soon. We just need to get ready, say our goodbyes, and make sure my parents won’t do anything.” She lets out a shaky breath, the weight of their decision settling in her chest. “But it’ll be good, I’m certain Natasha and Yelena will help us.”

“My family too.” Wanda smiles, her thumb rubbing Y/N’s cheek. She can sense the nerves in her. “I can’t think of anything better than spending my whole life with you.”

Y/N’s leans her head against Wanda’s shoulder as they lay on the blanket. “Me neither.”

Another silence falls over them, a comforting one. They stay close to each other, Wanda looking at the sky and Y/N listening to the beat of her heart.

A small rustle breaks the atmosphere.

They practically fly away from each other, both of their eyes moving to the direction of the sound. There’s just a flower bush there, no insects, no other movement. Just in case, they stay quiet for a moment, waiting for any kind of disturbance.

“Probably just a bird.” Y/N whispers, fearful of raising her voice.

“Yeah…”

Nonetheless, they gather up the blanket and basket, making their way back to the castle.

[yanderambling]

concept: Handservant!Yandere(gn) x Royal!Reader(gn)

words: ~600

CW: 18+, yandere behavior, stalking, food tampering, manipulation

Laramie has been living in the castle (walls) for nearly a decade now, but they were only hired as your attendant about a year ago.

It was a chance encounter, really. Many of your handmaidens had suddenly fallen ill and you needed interim staff, they just happened to be passing through town looking for work.

They seemed very passionate about "honoring their royal highness", to an arguably worrying degree, but you had this strange sense that you could trust them. Something about them almost felt downright familiar.

You had your security check their records and they were completely spotless (like, completely), so finally you agreed to hire them on a trial period.

Despite their relative unfamiliarity (as far as you can know), they quickly made themself a permanent fixture in your daily life. By this point, their shadow in your periphery is as natural as your own nose.

As the esteemed ruler of your kingdom, you used to have a whole fleet of servants on your call, ready to meet your every need and whim; some to dress you in the morning, some to accompany you throughout the castle, some to run your errands, some to bathe you at night- but almost immediately upon their hiring, Laramie proved themself more than capable of handling all those things and more by themself- and with an unmatched enthusiasm.

They instantly took to the job with remarkable attentiveness and skill; they take such care when removing your clothes, movements measured and even reverent (it took months of exposure therapy before they could even get near you without breaking down into a shuddering mess- good thing you were asleep for those encounters, how embarrassed they would have been to be seen by you in that state!), they worked with a singleminded concentration and didn't hesitate to do away with a piece that they felt was too worn or soiled, (throw it out? and risk somebody defiling your precious garments? no, no, they'll just bring it back to their bedchamber and "take care of it" there, don't worry!).

They showed initiative in other regards too, like pestering your council for increased security around the castle (you never know what kind of low-lifes could exploit your weak spots to sneak inside and bring harm upon their beloved majesty! how did they know about those weak spots? well, they were just being diligent for the sake of their darling ruler!), and insisting on making all your meals themself, for safety of course (you didn’t mind because they turned out to be a magnificent cook, it could be thanks to all the time spent studying your preferences in secret, but they really think it's because you can taste their spit love!).

Once you hired them, you truly wanted for nothing- it's like they know what you're thinking before you do!

They consistently have your favorite foods prepared just when you start feeling peckish, they draw the most perfect baths (and clean you so thoroughly!), they somehow always have your sheets warm when they help you into bed at night (you always relax into them with a subtle but wonderfully satisfied sound, it must be their scent comforting you, it’s why they left it there after all), they're incredible at massaging the tension from your body after a long day (as long as they keep their hands functioning and their drool in their mouth)- you don’t know how you got so lucky, to have such a meticulous and talented servant at your constant disposal!

It wasn’t easy for Laramie to make themself so indispensable, but it’s nothing compared to the lengths they're truly willing to go for you.

They worked hard to be by your side, and they'll do anything they must to stay here.

thanks so much for reading! feel free to send a request <3

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[rockingtheorange]

We don't talk enough about the lit murdering expression on Alex's face as Henry arrives driving in his James Bond manners

(And then calls him out for being drunk at the wedding)

[phantompanties]

Here he is! The new monster boy for the monster museum! His name is Blaise, and he's a ghost butler! Here is some lore:

Blaise is an amnesiac spirit that wandered earth for an indiscriminant amount of time. Has it been days? Weeks? Even years? He hasn't a clue. He doesn't remember his life before death, nor does he exactly remember how he died. All he knows is that it involved fire. The farthest back he can remember is waking up in the remains of a burnt house, with his lips sewn shut. Thankfully, he remembered that he was able to communicate with sign language, possibly due to muscle memory. He isn't fully mute, and he can open his mouth ever so slightly to slip out a word or two, but his mouth always snaps shut almost immediately. He isn't sure why he can't speak, nor why he can't cut the threads binding his lips together. It frustrates him.

He wandered the city he found himself in, trying to ask people if they knew or recognized him, but it always ended with him being chased out of the frightened resident's homes by priests and spirit mediums. Soon rumors spread about an evil spirit with a flaming head that would burn people's houses down. Eventually, with nowhere to turn to, he found himself in a castle, still trying to find someone who could help him. That's where he met you, the lone heir to the throne who was secretly a fan of the occult. Instead of screaming and having a priest exorcise him like so many before, you welcomed him, asked him questions about himself, actually talked to him! When you found out he didn't remember his name, you gave him a name off the top of your head. Blaise. A bit on the nose, but he didn't hate it. When you asked him how well he could clean, he was puzzled. "What do you mean?" He wrote on the sheet of paper you offered him so you could communicate. That's when you made the offer that changed his whole life. Or, well... afterlife. You told him you'd let him work for you as a butler while you searched for a way to cure his amnesia and let him ascend to heaven. Since that day, Blaise has donned a butler's suit and has been at your every beck and call as you work to crack the mystery of who he was and how he died.

[dumplingsjinson]

I LOVED your new years one thank youuuuu may I request some royalty prompts/dialogue? Like maybe a royal x a royal OR royal x servant if possible please~

(happy new years btw hope you have a decent 2023). 🥂

(A late ass happy new year and I hope 2023 has been decent to you so far!)

List of “royal x royal” prompts 

“This castle’s ground is all that I ever knew, until I met you — you, who brought me a whole new perspective of the world beyond these walls. And God, is it fucking beautiful when I’m experiencing it beside you.” 

“My father hates you.” “Trust me, I know. My father hates me too, but I’m the only child who can inherit the throne so… You know. It’s rough out here.” 

“You’re indebted to me for life, love.” “…Fuck you.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this. We might run the risk of getting caught,” Character A murmurs as Character B’s hand settles on the small of their back. “Tell me you don’t want this and I’ll stop,” Character B says, staring into Character A’s eyes. Character A doesn’t say anything in response, and Character B smiles, hand straying further down. “Thought so.” 

“I promise you I’ll do whatever it takes to take you down.” “And so will I.” 

“I don’t want to take the throne. I don’t want any of this. I never asked for this.” “…Neither do I. Let’s… Let’s run away together? To somewhere else, where no one can find us. Where we don’t have to hide; where we don’t have to be under the control of our own parents.” 

“What the fuck are you doing here?!” “I came to see you, what do you think?”

“How did you get into my room?!” “Might have sneaked past the guards and bribed some of the weaker ones who saw me and injured the ones who tried to fight me?” 

Throwing cursory glances at each other whenever their families are in the same room as each other.

“We’re destined to be enemies, not lovers. At least not in this life. We’re not meant to be.” “I don’t care. Fuck destiny, we’ll make our own destiny if it means I get to be with you.” 

List of “royal x servant” prompts 

“You’ve been there for me since we were kids. You’re my best friend. You’ve been through the good and the bad with me. You’ve never left my side, and maybe you didn’t have a choice in the matter, but you never gave me any indicators that you wanted to abandon me. You’re everything I could ever want. I’m not letting them you send you away like this.” 

“The thing is, you can give me anything in the world but yourself. You’ve given the world yourself, but you can’t give the same to me. And I don’t want anything but you.”

“Let’s elope.” “I can’t make you throw away everything just to—” “I don’t want any of those things anyways. I never asked for them. I want you, and only you.” 

“Can you come into my room for a second?” “But—” “Do as I say before I make you.” 

“What’s all of this?” “I bought all of this for you.” “You know you can’t just worm your way into someone’s heart with money, right?” 

“Me or the throne?” “God, don’t fucking do this—” “Did I stutter? Me? Or the Throne?”

“Sir/Madam—” “I told you to use my name.”

“Did you ever think that maybe this isn’t going to work out? If you truly loved me, then you’d let me go and find someone I can actually be with.” “…But do you really want me to let you go?” 

“You need to get off your high horse; you’re not better than anyone else just because you have your whole life planned out for you. Destined to sit and die on that throne, or have someone murder you in cold blood to take your place, and then being remembered as the one who died to some backstabbing asshole; a little sad, don’t you think?” “…No one else other than you speaks to me like this. It’s hot. Keep talking.” 

“Status? That doesn’t mean shit if you’re not by my side.” Character A sighs, running their fingers through their hair, their head drooping. “Just— I’m sorry, I know it’s selfish for me to say, but please don’t leave. I’ve only ever had you. You’re the only one who can look me in the eyes and tell me how it is; the only one who understands what I really want. The only one who understands the real me.” 

[tianalaurence1]

🌟 Charming Princess Anne and Sir Tim at the Royal Hospital Chelsea's Founders Day ceremony today.

[bloomingb1tches]

So I’m having a VERY HARD TIME finding blogs to follow/content to consume, sooooooo-

Please interact if you’re a blog that’s both into royalty kinks and okay with blogs that have cnc & hard kinks on them interacting

PLEASE IM BEGGING. LITERALLY EVERY ROYALTY KINK BLOG IVE FOUND RECENTLY HAVE VERY STRICT DNI’S THAT INCLUDE BLOGS W HARD KINKS & CNC KINKS. I JUST NEED A GOOD HIT OF ROYALTY KINK CONTENT AND I CANT FIND ANNNNYYYYY.

[cherrycherish]

A hedge knight manages to vanquish a troublesome drake, and the local lord rewards him with a title, a small keep, and servants. The twist is, the knight unbirthed the dragon, locking the beast inside of his womb; so now he waddles about with a gut that nearly touches the floor, and requires lots of tending from his manservants~

"M'Lord?" The ever faithful servant Finn carefully applied more salve to his lord's behemoth of a belly, "Are you awake?"

Ash merely let out a pitiful groan in response, his skin stretched by the furious writhing of the drake he'd ensnared inside. From the engorged belly riddled with stretch marks and the miserable noises he was making, most people would never believe he was an accomplished and well respected knight only a month ago.

He hadn't exactly planned on trapping the dragon within himself, it had just sort of happened in the heat of the battle. At first he was convinced that he'd burst like a melon and the dragon would go free, but after spending a whole day clutching his giant gut in agony it became clear that the beast couldn't escape, and slowly, terribly slowly, it was indeed shrinking down. After patiently waiting for oh so long, Ash managed to get to his feet and waddle out of the dragon's lair, the beast easily thrice his size.

The other knights had successfully petitioned the local lord to give him a title for his great feat, and even helped collect the mass of gold the dragon had been hoarding in its lair, leaving Ash with a small mountain of money and a new, rather lavish estate. He felt incredibly grateful as he was certain his days as a knight were now behind him, and the only thing in front of him was his oversized belly.

The servants were also a blessing, as he was much too heavy to do things himself, he doubted he could even get dressed on his own. Finn and Lowry had immediately warmed to him upon being hired, tending to his every need and teasing him for sticking an entire dragon into his cunt. They were the only ones who knew the truth after spending so much time up close and personal with his overtaxed form.

The angry growls and movement were mostly hidden by his layered clothing and fairly reclusive lifestyle, but obviously he couldn't hide the truth from his closest servants. Luckily, they didn't seem bothered by his occupied womb, and he was enjoying finally getting to put his feet up and live a pampered lifestyle, even if he spent at least a quarter of his time nursing a stomachache from hell.

"I'm back!" Lowry said quietly, taking his place at Ash's unoccupied side, handing him a small vial, "The apothecary said that there's no way to force it to shrink any quicker, and this was the only thing that would help. She said you'll likely be stuck dealing with the movement until it shrinks down into an egg."

"And what's the potion do?"

"Erm, she spoke in riddles the whole time, so I'm not entirely sure, something about temperature control. She did advise to place coins in the mattress, apparently it soothes the beast."

Ash studied the murky contents of the vial before figuring that things couldn't exactly get much worse, and swallowed the fluid in one gulp. It tasted strange but not unbearable, and he wondered what exactly it would do to ease his condition.

Finn's warm hands continued to glide across the lord's form, paying extra attention to the angry red stretch marks littering his poor belly.

"Go fetch the lord's meal, it should be nearly ready."

Lowry pouted, climbing out of the large bed, "Fine, but when I get back I'm having a turn rubbing his belly."

Finn smiled and kissed at the skin above Ash's popped belly button, earning him a needy whimper for his efforts. The dragon forced one of its scaled paws against the walls of the womb, making Ash gasp and moan miserably. The dragon's size had diminished enough for it to move around much more freely than when he'd first captured it, before it could hardly move at all and now he feared it was going to rip right out of him.

As the former knight clutched his gut and waited for the beast to settle down, he wondered what that damn apothecary had given him. He still felt irritable and hot and stretched, why wasn't there a potion to shrink oversized lizards?

Lowry soon returned with a large cart of food and the smell of it seemed to settle the dragon, as it stopped trying to force its way out of him and finally curled back up. Ash's gut growled hungrily as his servants went about feeding him.

"I can feed myself, y'know?" He said between bites of food.

"We don't know what's upsetting the drake, M'Lord, it's best if you focus on recovering your strength." Lowry brought another bite to his lord's mouth, "After the beast has shrunk down, you'll have plenty of opportunities to stuff your fat face with your own hands."

"Urp! My face isn't fat."

Lowry eyed the second chin that was slowly sprouting, raising an amused brow at Finn, "Of course, M'Lord."

After an obscene amount of food had been packed into their lord, Finn went about cleaning up and Lowry finally got a turn to rub the butterball himself, happily listening to the noises of his lord's tender belly all the while.

"Would you, ugh, do something for me?" Ash asked, nearly being drowned out by his own noisy gut.

"Try again, M'Lord." Lowry pinched the fat on Ash's thigh in admonishment.

A lord doesn't have to ask nicely for his servants to do anything, ever. It was a concept the former knight was still adjusting to. Sometimes he wondered who was in charge of who.

Ash went pink to his ears before giving the order, "Fill me, now."

"Yes M'Lord." Lowry chirped, wasting no time in rolling Ash over, spreading his legs and making the most obscene slurping sounds possible while lapping at his wet eager cunt.

Once Finn returned and Lowry was finally sliding his thick cock in, the round lord flexed his hips and reached out eagerly, "N-Need more!"

"So greedy, Lord Ash. One cock just isn't enough for you." Finn pulled himself free of his trousers and let Ash swallow his dick easily.

Getting fucked like a whore while his full womb weighed him down was the best part of his new life, his hair being pulled on by one man while the other gripped his plush hips. His body felt so hot but so good, he needed to feel their cum filling him up.

As their pace picked up, the drake shifted and Ash prayed that the beast wouldn't try tearing him apart until after he'd finished. His wet cunt squeezed tight around his servant and when hot seed spilled inside him he tumbled into his own shuddering orgasm. Finn followed shortly after, making his lord swallow it all with a content smile.

"I think I know what the potion does now, Lord Ash."

"Yeah?" His mind was still awash in post coital bliss, and he could only figure that there was no way the potion was making him any hornier than he always was.

"You can't feel that?" Finn gestured to his middle, making Ash actually take a proper look at himself, finding his body had gotten much doughier.

His double chin was undeniable now along with a set of soft tits where his pecs once were, his hips and thighs were ever wider, and his once tight, round dome of a belly was flabby, a roll even settled in his lap as he sat up.

"Why... Would that help with a dragon?"

Lowry shrugged, hands playing with his rolls, "Insulation? Maybe being kept warmer makes it less aggressive?" Dragons clearly had a desire for excess and indulgence, this could simply be another manifestation of that.

"Which means we really should be feeding you even more."

Ash scoffed, "We aren't even sure that it helps keep the beast quiet."

"What's the harm? If it shrinks down considerably people will find that more strange than you getting even fatter."

The former knight huffed, imagining how he'd look by the time the drake had completely shrunk down into an egg, "You both just want to stuff me like a pig."

"If you don't want to, say that. We're here to serve." Lowry jiggled his fat, taunting him, "Just say the word and I'll tell the cooks you're on a diet."

Yeah, right. Ash had no interest in eating egg whites and spinach everyday. There was hardly any point to being a lord with a mass of gold if he couldn't eat what he wanted.

"To hell with that." He said, his face completely pink, "I... Enjoy it, the food, you two feeding me, mocking me about how my clothes don't fit, filling me, I don't want you to stop."

"That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Finn kissed his double chin, "Maybe some warmer clothes would help quiet the drake as well? I can call for the tailor."

Ash stretched, feeling the weight of the dragon shift inside him slightly, "Not today, I want a bath and a nap."

His servants smiled at him, "At once, M'Lord."

It wasn't until the beginning of the next season that the dragon had finally settled as a large egg permanently trapped inside his womb, and by then Ash had blimped into a typical spoiled lord, so fat and adorned with gold that anyone who didn't know better would easily assume he'd always been a noble. In a way, the region had swapped one gluttonous beast for another.

[bones-of-a-rabbit]

he's thoughtful, he's kind, beautiful, elegant, charming, but one thing he is not. is smooth