#their names are marion and isabel

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[baronessvonglitter]

Daddy Can Fix It

handyman!Joel Miller x fem!plus size!Reader | wc: 5.4K

Summary: All the housewives in your neighborhood rave about the local handyman. And with very good reason.

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. Reader is plus-size, wears dress and lingerie, has hair and body hair, and manicure. Reader's age not mentioned so there is only as much or as little of an age gap as you'd like. TW - fat shaming, food shaming, infidelity (by reader, and it's technically warranted) Pet names (daddy for Joel; sugar, darlin', baby, sweetheart for reader). Housewife/trad-wife vibes. Totally a bored housewife fantasy. Mention of female masturbation. Breast/nipple play, oral (f & m receiving). Fingering. Body worship. Pussy pronouns. Unprotected piv (Joel is snipped, but still.. this is fiction). Light spanking. Rough sex. Creampie. Joel's kind of a big ol' slut for the lonely housewives but is also really useful around the house, so you're definitely getting a good deal 🛠️

Author's note: it's been a hot minute since I've written a one-shot for Joel but it was impossible to resist. It all started because of this pic:

so yeah, Pinterest strikes again. How could I not write a Joel fic based on this? I hope y'all enjoy 💖

JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

"He can come clean my pipes anytime."

Raucous laughter erupts from the group of ladies huddled near the cupcakes at the latest book club meeting. You listen from the other side of the room where one of the older members is asking you to help her with her Kindle. "I never know how to keep up with all this fancy technology," Marion huffs, adjusting her bifocals.

You're trying to be patient with her, but the conversation across the room is far more intriguing. "It just needs to be charged. Your battery is low," you say three times before Marion can even hear you.

When you've managed to extricate yourself from her, you go up to the ladies and, with a friendly smile, join in. "I couldn't help overhearing."

Some of the women exchange glances, as if deciding to let you in on their convo or not. "Becky's just showing us that she got her kitchen cabinets redone," someone finally pipes up.

"That's not all she got," another starts to crack up.

You look at Becky's phone screen. The before and after shots of her cabinets are nothing short of miraculous. "That's great, Becky! I know you've been asking Gerald for a renovation for awhile," you tell her, hoping she'll be pleased you remember the plight she droned on about for weeks.

"It is great," she says, eyeing you with something like suspicion. "I have a very good handyman."

"He does everything," a nicer girl, Isabelle, chimes in.

"Boy does he," another mutters, hiding her smirk behind her cup of lemonade while the others giggle behind their hands.

Amirah adds, "He varnished my dining room table, power washed my driveway, helped organize my garage," she counts on her fingers. "He's good for little things around the house, and his prices are decent."

"It's like he's just giving it away," Becky says with a smirk and this gets the group laughing again.

"Maybe you can give me his information later," you say politely. "I have a laundry list of things that I need help with now that Wesley's working so much overtime."

The women eye one another, and it's Amirah, the leader of the group, who gives the definite nod. "Of course, sweetie. After the meeting."

"Great!" Smiling, you try to make your way through the group, saliva pooling in your mouth at the tower of red velvet cupcakes on the table spread. You reach for a couple more.

"You've already had three," Becky reminds you, casting a not-so-subtle glance at your body. Her voice sweet as honey but her words carry poison. You know you're not as thin or as glamorous as the other women in this room. You dress the same as them, wear your hair perfectly coiffed and your nails are always manicured, but just because you're not a size zero they deem you unworthy to truly be one of them.

You hold your head high with what little courage you have in the face of Becky's bitchiness, your sinful little cupcake in your hand. "I actually had three. And right now I'm about to make it five," you say sweetly, licking a swipe of cream cheese icing before putting two cupcakes on a china plate and going back to your seat.

That night, Wesley doesn't ask about your book club. He doesn't ask how your day was. He doesn't do much except pour himself a drink when he gets home and sit in front of the TV to watch the news.

You're dressed for bed, a modest robe over a red silk babydoll chemise, a purchase you'd made on a whim in the hopes that you could spice up your sex life with him which, truth be told, has never been more than lukewarm from the start.

"Do you think we should.. go to bed?" you suggest, a naughty tone to your whisper.

"It's early," he grunts, barely giving you a glance.

"I just thought we could spend some time together.." you brush your hand across his knee but he impatiently swipes it away.

"Please, darling, it's a weeknight," he looks at you as if you'd just suggested a threesome with him and the milk man. As he leaves the room he looks back at you, but the hope that rises in your chest is soon shattered when he shakes his head upon seeing your lingerie. "Red is for streetwalkers," he tells you before he goes into his study.

Daddy Can Fix It

You run your finger over the business card Amirah gave you, with all the handy man's information. The card shows his white company van with the logo emblazoned on the side: Joel Miller, Handyman At Your Service so it says in black lettering. There's a phone number and a website as well.

You dial the number, expecting to hear a secretary's voice, but you're greeted with a rich, baritone "Good mornin', thanks for callin' Daddy, what can I fix for ya today?"

Jesus, the voice alone is enough to get you flustered. And Daddy? You weren't expecting that. "Um, hi, I got your number through a friend and I'd like to see if you're available to come mow the lawn today." You peek out your curtains, seeing how the grass has grown taller than you'd like since the last time Wesley has cared enough to cut it.

"You got a lawn mower, sugar?"

"Yes, I do, um.. daddy.."

You hear him chuckle on the other end of the line. "You can call me Joel."

"Joel. Yes, I do. Is there anything else you'll need?" New to the housewife lifestyle, you're still unsure of how to make such appointments. Before you met and married Wesley, you just mowed the lawn yourself, but your husband refuses to hear of his good and proper wife performing a menial act.

"Got any bushes that need trimmin'?"

You aren't sure why that particular sentence makes you feel the blood rush to your face. "I typically keep up with it on my own, when I'm tending to my garden."

Joel gives a small chuckle and it warms your insides. "That ain't no problem. Today around eleven good for ya?"

"Eleven sounds perfect."

"Pricing'll be about fifty, but we can come to an agreement once the job is done."

"Wonderful. I look forward to seeing you." You give him your name and address, hanging up with a sense of accomplishment.

His van appears in your driveway just a minute before eleven. You're impressed with his timeliness. What you don't expect is the gorgeous stranger on your doorstep.

Joel Miller is tall, broad-shouldered, skin bronze from working out in the sun, and his dark brown hair is greying handsomely. If you had to guess his age you'd say fifties. He's in a grey tee shirt and work jeans. What stand out to you the most are his eyes: almost black in color, appraising you as you wait in the doorway, prim and proper housewife, lips parted, eyes wide.

He asks for you by name and you nod, chuckling slightly.

"If you can show me where the lawn mower is I'd be happy to get started," he offers, and the voice you recognize from the phone makes you melt.

You lead him outside to the garage and he takes out the mower, filling it up with some gasoline first. "Is there anything else you need?" you ask politely.

"No ma'am," he looks over his shoulder at you as he pushes the machine to the front yard. "Get inside and get outta this sun. I'll handle it from here," he smiles and it makes you want to giggle like a schoolgirl.

From inside you watch him through the window, deftly maneuvering the lawn mower over, trimming the grass to a neat, short length. It's not yet the hottest hour of the day, but you see him sweating, and when he stops a moment to remove his shirt, you suddenly feel your pulse in the deepest part of your cunt. You wonder what it would be like to lick up every drop of sweat off his chest.

Like a slow motion scene from a movie, you watch the motion of his arms, the rippling of his back as he guides the machine over the lawn. Biting your lip you take in the sight of him, the determination on his face redirecting your thoughts to how he would look above you: hot, sweaty, hard, plunging into your drenched pussy.

How long has it been since you've had a man? Wesley prefers his Saturday nights like clockwork. But you want more. Stupidly thinking marriage was the best way to be treated right and fucked properly, you realized it was not the title but the man, and the particular man you chose was lacking in all area which mattered.

You aren't even sure you love him anymore.

But right now, watching Joel is a treat, and fantasizing about him is a little secret you'll harbor for later in the day when you'll inevitably find yourself using the showerhead attachment.

He finishes the front and back yards, and through the blinds you peep him putting his shirt back on, running a hand through his wavy curls before putting the mower away and coming to your door.

You answer it before he knocks. "Thank you!" is the first thing that comes out of your mouth. "Please come in and we can settle payment."

He cleans the bottoms of his boots on the welcome mat before stepping inside your home and following you to the kitchen. "You have a very nice home, ma'am."

"You're too kind," you're modest about his compliment, but it's thrilling to have someone say something nice about the hard work you put into keeping house. "Would you care for some iced tea? I've just made it fresh."

"I won't say no to that," he chuckles lightly, and you're happy to fill a glass with some of the fresh-brewed tea over ice.

Joel leans back against the sink, pouty pink lips pressed to the glass as he tips it back, opening just enough to take a sweet sip. You watch his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallows, and you wish you could lick a stripe up along his the length of his delicious-looking neck to collect all the sweat that's beaded there.

"Is there anythin' else you need help with today?" he asks, his question carrying a hint of something more.

You blank for a moment, getting lost in the depth of his obsidian eyes, still caught up in your little fantasy. "No.. no, I don't think so." Taking a look around your eyes dart to every corner, taking mental stock of the upstairs rooms as well. "No," you finalize with a smile.

"If you're sure.." he says in that same low tone.

You give him fifty dollars and chat a little while he finishes his drink.

"If there's nothin' else I'll get goin'. Feel free to call me again if you need somethin' done, or looked at. Ain't nothin' I can't fix," he winks at you on your doorstep and you feel a waterfall in your panties.

Isabelle calls later in the day. "So? You had Joel over today, right? How'd it go?"

Dinner is in the oven and there's about an hour before your husband gets home. Phone on speaker, you start peeling potatoes. "It was fine. He did a great job. I'm sure I'll use him again."

Over the line you hear Isabelle sigh. "Isn't his dick beautiful? I swear, just thinking about it gets me so wet!"

You nearly slice a finger off, shocked by her words. Even though you're alone in the house, you pick up the phone and take it off speaker. "What are you talking about?"

"I think it's at least eight inches, and the way it curves at the end," Isabelle sounds like she's moaning.

"Okay, I'm lost. I hired the handyman that you and the others referred. That's who came over today."

"Exactly, dear! Did he fuck you? You don't have to give details of course."

Your brain is put on pause as only silence fills your throat.

"Oh dear," Isabelle continues. "You didn't know?"

"Know what?"

She sighs, possibly settling herself on her chaise longue out by her pool she's so proud of. "Joel Miller is a handyman, yes. But we also pay him a little extra for other services."

"Oh." You sink onto the living room settee, the closest thing to you.

"Mm-hmm. Mind you, it's not an all-the-time thing. But we've all had him. It's just something fun. You get some help around the house with your honey-do list, and then a good fucking after. Or whatever pleases you."

"And you.. you've.. slept with him?"

"I wouldn't call it sleeping, honey, but yeah I've been with him. It's all for fun. Nobody really takes it seriously."

"And everyone else at the book club?"

"Pretty much. Do you really think any of our husbands could compare to that god of a man Joel Miller?"

No, no you doubt any man could hold up to the stud who'd just helped you with the lawn.

He's on your mind constantly, but as tightly as Wesley keeps his wallet to himself, you can't validate having Joel's help every day. You make the choice to wait until the following week.

And what a long wait it is. Jealously you wonder whose house he's going to. Jackie down the street? Bitchy Becky with her face like a rat, no tits and no ass?

You consider calling Isabelle to beg for the details (which she'll probably give you without a fuss anyway). But a sordid part of you wants to find out for yourself. You already know he's well-endowed. He's at least twice as big as Wesley, who wouldn't know what to do with a big cock if he was blessed with one overnight.

A week to the day since he made his last visit, Joel comes back to replace the batteries in your smoke alarms. It's a job you've done yourself, perching on a stepladder, but it'll be more fun to have Daddy fix it.

The phone call to schedule him was practically foreplay. That smooth-as-chocolate voice had your panties drenched. When he's finally here, inside your home, inside your needy little cunt.

Your eyes rove over his form as he uses your stepladder, only needing the first rung. It doesn't stop you from staying right there with him, holding it steady on the other side. You hear his little grunts as he gets to work, watch his thick, strong fingers handle the batteries with a delicacy you can imagine he uses in other things.

Licking your lips, you realize you're face-to-face with the faded blue denim crotch of his jeans, those Levis hugging him tight in all the right places.

"I'm 'bout done here," he says, putting the smoke detector back in its place. "Anythin' else you need help with, lil' darlin'?"

Your hand presses to the bulge in his jeans, and you're delighted when you feel him twitch in response. "As a matter of fact, I do need your help with something else.."

"That right?" he murmurs, pressing your hand against him, letting you feel him grow hard under his palm. "Been waitin' to see if you'd ask.."

He steps down, keeps his dark eyes on you. "Pretty lil' thing like yourself don't get enough attention, huh?" he whispers, brushing his thumb across your cheek.

Softly you sigh, unashamed at how needy you've been for a simple touch. "No.. but I'd like you to help with that."

"That's what I'm here for, darlin'," he smiles, his thumb tracing your soft plump lips. "What do you want me to do, baby?"

"Everything," you answer quickly. "I'm not.. really sure what the usual is.."

His smile is kind as his hand traces down your neck, leaving goosebumps to rise on your skin. "You want me to fuck ya, give ya somethin' nobody else is doin'.. that it?" He places your hand back on his bulge and you respond by rubbing him, your own cunt pulsing around nothing in excited expectation.

"Yes.. I need to get fucked," you agree emphatically, pulling him into your bedroom.

Now he's here, in your room, and you think you're dreaming. He's letting you take the lead, completely at your service. All the women in your book club were probably more open with their desires, knowing immediately what they wanted and how to get it. All the fantasies about Joel you've created and harbored in the deepest part of your heart are now as impalpable as gossamer.

"You tell me what you want, honey," he drawls in that molasses-rich voice of his. His hands gently trace your waist, smoothing down your dress as he moves towards your curvaceous hips. "God damn, I bet you look fuckin' gorgeous outta this dress. Wanna show me?"

Biting your lip, you nod, tugging off your apron and dropping it to the floor. Not gonna be a damn housewife while he's with me..

A tiny smirk on your face, you gently push Joel back onto your bed, and he rights himself with an equally mischievous smile as he watches you. He palms his hard cock through his jeans as you do a little striptease, tantalizing him as you slip your prim flower-print dress off your shoulders.

"There we go, baby," he growls as the dress falls down to your hips, your scarlet satin bra revealed, your breasts practically spilling over the cups, making Joel's mouth water. You turn around for his help in unzipping the bottom part of your dress, finally feeling free as it falls away, pooling at your feet.

Joel lets out a wolf whistle as he takes in the sight of you in your ruby undergarments, the same you'd tried to seduce your husband in. Now they're finally being put to good use. "Red's your color, gorgeous," he mutters, his hands on your hips, mapping out your generous curves and the soft rolls of your belly.

You've almost forgotten what it was like, this power to entrance a man and make him see you as the only woman in the world. Marriage to an uncaring and unfeeling idiot had left you cut off from your sexuality. Now you're reclaiming it.

Joel's hands travel back up to your waist, fingers deftly unclasping your bra. He unwraps you like you're the goddamn Christmas gift he's been begging for for months. His tongue wets his lips as your plump breasts are revealed. With one hand on your lower back, the other palms your tit with a rough hand. Your nipple rises to his touch and he dips down to swirl his tongue around it, gently coaxing it further with his teeth. Your head falls back as the sensation zings straight to your cunt. "Fuck, Joel.."

He smiles against the softness of your skin. "Sensitive here, huh? Bet these ain't been properly played with in awhile. Gonna change that right now." And with that he gives another hard suck, his dick already leaking when he hears your needy moan. He treats the other breast with the same attention. You take one of his hands and lead it to the drenched front side of your panties, but he stops you.

"Not yet, baby. Want you to see yourself before I fuckin' ruin ya."

You lay on your side on the bed as you watch Joel undress. It's a sight you won't soon forget: skin tan from working outdoors, with a smattering of chest hair that's also showing some grey, chiseled arms, and a happy trail that leads from his navel to the front of his boxers, which are tented. He wears a little smirk as he pulls them off and your reaction is priceless.

Joel is fucking hung.

You've taken big cocks before, but his is formed of pure fantasy, like a dildo from your favorite sex shop. Isabelle wasn't exaggerating about his size. And his cock is so beautiful you want to cry. Watching as he gives it a couple strokes, all eight thick uncut inches, the rosy pink tip glistens with precum, the veins and ridges prominent. Even the curve Isabelle mentioned is sexy, bound to hit all the right places inside you. His balls, rounded and heavy, move with his motions.

Thank God I did my yoga this week.

You beckon him to you, pulling the boxers away completely and dipping your head to taste him. Your tongue laves across the salty slit of his tip, and you relish the hitch of his breath. He's not here for you to please him, but it gets you wet wrapping your lips around his cock, suctioning your mouth and stroking upward from his base. When you start to massage his balls he stops you. "Don't wanna shoot too soon, baby," he says breathlessly.

He pulls you up off the bed and into a kiss, his hands playing along the edges of your panties as his tongue tastes yours. His cock, still wet from your mouth, nudges against your soft belly. "You deserve to feel good," he whispers, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, his tongue tracing the outline. At last he pulls your panties down, a rumble in his throat when he sees the sweet glaze between your thighs, glistening in your triangle of hair.

"Sit on my lap, baby. With your back to me," he orders in a soft growl.

His flesh is warm beneath yours, and god it feels good just to be touched again, to feel desired by someone. You haven't known it in so long. He sits back against the headboard, moving the pillows on either side. His arm instinctively wraps around your waist as he leaves soft, feathery kisses across your shoulder.

"So soft," he murmurs. "C'mon, baby, look at yourself," he nods to the mirror in front of you.

When you catch your reflection you're exhilarated at the sight: you, naked, with Joel behind you, kissing your neck, fondling your tits, thumb brushing over them and lightly pinching them to hardened peaks. "Spread your legs for me, baby," he whispers, getting started by brushing his hand from your knee to your petal-soft inner thigh.

It's lascivious, watching all this unfurl before you in the mirror. You're spread open, on full display. Your pussy is gushing over with need, and you trace your folds with your fingers.

Behind you, Joel's cock twitches, and he rubs himself lightly against your back. "Lemme do that.." he whispers, gently pulling your hand away, bringing your fingers to his mouth and sucking your juice off them. "So sweet," he murmurs, and your belly is hot with lust.

His touch is soft and careful at first, exploring you and figuring out what you like, what you need. It feels like he's memorizing every inch of you. His thick fingers glide over your lips, circling, teasing you so you'll beg him for more.

"Joel," you whine, lifting yourself to him, trying to get his hand to position itself where you need it most. But he evades you, a dark chuckle emanating from deep in his throat. "You're payin' me to do a job and I wanna do it right. Not fair to rush me."

Your eyes close in frustration. "Joel, please.."

"Nuh-uh. Daddy."

"Fuck," you whimper. "Please, daddy."

"That's more like it." His touch finds your clit, throbbing and needy, and you nearly see stars at the feeling. He presses once again before sliding two fingers into your warm, welcoming cunt. "Christ, she's really suckin' me in there," he grunts, shifting behind you as his dick becomes nearly impossible to ignore.

"Yes," you moan at the sweet intrusion, the easy glide of his fingers in your drenched pussy. "Just like that."

"So fuckin' tight," he says through gritted teeth. And Jesus, his fingers are thick, the calloused thumb swiping over your clit, making you twitch and your hips arch up for more. "She's pulsin' around me," he mutters, his rich voice in your ear, lips brushing against your lobe. His fingers glide in, stretching you as you coat him.

"Ah, she's gettin' all creamy for me," he coos as he pulls them out a moment, licking off one finger and giving the other to you. You taste yourself, salty and sweet, humming in appreciation as you release his digit from your mouth with a pop.

He returns to his work, his hand pistoning against your folds, the squishy sounds of your soaked cunt beautifully obscene to your ears. Your voice trembles as you cry out, a sweet vibrato that resounds throughout the room as Joel's fingers curl in on your g-spot. He adds a bit more pressure to your clit as he tries to get you there. Moaning, he nuzzles his face into your neck.

It feels like you break open under his touch, hips arching up, swallowing his delving fingers deeper inside you as you spasm uncontrollably around him, a string of curses falling from your lips.

You barely have time to recover before he's on you again, moving in front of you as you lay against the pillows, like Venus in a Titian painting. His hands lift your thighs, softly kneading their thickness as he plants kisses on either side, trailing up to your cunt, your scent all around him.

"My husband never goes down on me," you whisper, heart racing as quick as a hummingbird's wings.

"Ain't he a waste of fuckin' space," Joel grunts, a wicked gleam in his eye as he dives in, flattening his tongue to lick a stripe upwards to your needy, throbbing clit. Your hands grab at his hair, pushing him forward as his groan is muffled by your sweet, saturated pussy.

"God.. damn!" you gasp at the delicious feeling of his tongue on you, lapping up every drop, tracing your lips and tickling your clit. He's relentless in his pursuit of making you come, switching up the tempo, adding a finger and then another, praising you when you cry out again. "Squeezin' so hard on me.. she's just about ready, ain't she?" Before he finally suctions his lips around your puffy clit and sucks, humming around it.

It's as if your soul leaves your body for a precious few moments, muttering monosyllables in sweet relief. You've never come so hard before, ever. And when you look up at Joel you wish you could worship him.

"Like the sweetest tea I ever drank," he says, licking his lips.

"Fuck me, Joel," you whine, still not fully come down from your climax.

"C'mere," he growls, putting you on all fours so you're facing the mirror again. You look at your reflection: hair mussed, eyes shining bright, skin glowing from your orgasm. Joel lines himself up behind you, smiling as you watch yourself. "Got every right to look at yourself, darlin'.. someone as fuckin' hot as you, with these hips, this ass?" He grabs one cheek and gives it a slap. You gasp, jolting forward, then wiggle your ass at him, wanting more.

"You a naughty lil' thing," Joel smirks, teasing your folds with his tip. "Wanna get this pretty lil' pussy ruined?"

"Yes, daddy," you moan, pushing back on him.

"Fuck me, I like the way you say that." He bites his lip as he continues teasing you. "Once I fuck you, you'll never let that limp dick husband of yours touch you ever again, I promise you that."

Your reply is cut off when you feel him nudge inside, your walls breached by his thick cock. "Oh god... yes!" you exclaim, clutching the bedsheets. "Fuck.. your cock is so huge.." You can feel the tip just kissing your cervix.

"Yeah, you like it? Like gettin' fucked by this big cock? Gettin' stretched out? Gonna leave a big ol' gapin' hole for your husband to come home to."

He bottoms out, grabbing your ass cheeks with both big hands, watching the smoothness of your skin as your cunt clenches onto him. "God damn what a pretty sight.. you oughta see this. Pussy's barely fittin' me as it is. Only tighter thing would be your little ass.." and he pulls out all the way to slam back in, glorying in the way you scream his name.

"There she goes, gotta get 'er used to me," he grunts, eyes on your swollen pussy lips wrapping his cock in a vise with each steady thrust. "Jesus, sweetheart. So tight I gotta try not to blow my load."

The sound of his name on your lips, the way your body reacts to him, is like gasoline on an already raging fire. "That's it, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice thick with lust. "Say my name, baby. I wanna hear it." He quickens the pace, pressing deeper inside you.

"Daddy! Daddy!" you shout in time with each delicious snap of his hips. "My god, you're so fucking deep.." you moan.

"That's it, take all of me. You like the way I fill you?"

"Yes daddy!" Your fingers clutch the sheets as the bed rocks with your movements. "So full of you.."

He presses a hand to your abdomen. "Feel me there, baby? All up in your guts. No one else is ever gonna fill you the way I do. No one's ever gonna come close. This needy lil' cunt's gonna be cryin' for me every day until I come back and give her what she needs."

His dirty talk is getting you wetter, your juices running down between your thighs, making his cock all sloppy, the sound of it making you feral for more. "Fuck me, Joel.. fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.." you mumble, face down, ass up, slack jawed as you drool on the sheets.

He speeds up, hips slamming against yours, balls thwacking under you. "Yeah? Want me to fill ya up, blow all this fuckin' load inside ya? Got snipped years ago, baby, 's up to you."

"Fill me up, make me dirty and messy," you groan.

"You want daddy to give you everything he's got, baby?" he repeats. "You want me to fill you til you're all messy and drippin' with me?"

"Yes.. yes please," you're barely able to get out.

"Fuck," he growls, grabbing hold of your hips as he pounds into you ferociously. Once he has control he places one hand on your back, keeping you pressed down as he angles himself to hit that delicious little spot inside and he knows he's hit it when you cry out, cursing and shivering, clamping down on him like a damn vise right before he lets go, streaming jet after jet of his hot come inside you. There's so much it's already leaking out while he's still inside you.

The rest of the week you make a list of things for Joel to do next time: perhaps check out what's going on with the washing machine, or maybe he could regrout your bathroom, or help you rearrange your living room furniture right before he rearranges your guts again.

Even Wesley notices the bright and cheery mood you're in, and how attractive you've become since taking on some of the home improvements. That weekend he does you a huge favor, and sits back in his armchair as he waits for you to discover it.

"Wesley? What were you doing in the garage for so long? I heard a lot of noise," you tell him, arms crossed, a look of suspicion on your face.

He looks pleased with himself. "Well honey, you've been so agreeable these past few days that I thought I'd cross off some little projects on your to-do list."

"Like what?" you ask slowly.

He lists off everything you've had planned for Joel to do in the coming weeks. Small things, of course, but Wesley has done all of them, leaving you with nothing for daddy to fix.

"I thought you'd be happy," he says, his face cloudy now that you're unhappy again.

"Happy? Not quite." You leave a moment and return with a hammer, heading towards your husband.

He cowers, ducking as you completely pass him by and swing the hammer into the drywall of the living room wall, over and over again. When you've let your anger out and Wesley is rightfully afraid of your next move, you simply smile sweetly, holding the hammer pressed to your apron with your well-manicured hands. "Looks like I'll have to call the handyman after all!"

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𝖒𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝖆𝖔3 | 𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 Dacryphillia, Choking, Non-Explicit Consent (kinda), Smut, Fingering, Pegging (but it's the 18th century mind you), Porn with Plot, Biting, Finger Sucking, Voyeurism, Light Bondage, Praise Kink if you squint, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Gaslighting, Hair Pulling (a lot o hair porn bc have you seen this man's hair in the 90s?? or ever for that matter??), Probably both are a bit OOC, but I did my best to be faithful, OFC has no actual description just a name.

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙 10,883

𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊  The protagonist has a name (Isabell) and is AFAB, but other than that I don't give precise body descriptions because this is supposed to be read as a 'fem!reader x' fic. However, feel free to picture her how you like. Again, English isn’t my mother language, so I’m sorry for any orthography or writing mistakes you might find.

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊  So, I wrote this piece after almost two years without ACTUALLY finishing something. So this is my comeback, I guess?? It takes place after the series "The History of Tom Jones" produced by BBC in 1997. I'm considering the same cast here. Lindsay Duncan and Peter Capaldi as Lady Bellaston and Lord Fellamar. These characters don't have full names, so, for narrative purposes, I'm naming them Marion and Amadeo respectively. They're despicable in morals, just like in the series, but there's nothing too dark in this. It's actually very straight to the point, I wrote this for a prompt on my book club. The prompt was a smut with "bite mark + i need you", so this happened. Lord Fellamar is actually a pathetic cunt, and I love him. Peter Capaldi made me do it (and Lindsay Duncan too). I never thought I was going to research 18th century clothes to write a porn, but hey, life is funny.

Please, enjoy! My asks are always open to you all, make yourself comfortable to send me anything!

THE MUSIC ECHOED OFF THE ORNATE WALLS and reverberated in the ears of the ladies and gentlemen exchanging pleasantries in the hall.

Lady Bellaston, as usual, floated around the ballroom accompanied by her companions and other young women from high society, spreading their gossip and their liaisons throughout the court. Lord Fellamar watched the young ladies looking for something that caught his eye, plump lips, flushed cheeks, sparkling eyes, maybe just a hint of mischief, but they all seemed as insipid and cold as Lady Bellaston herself. After his dismal failure in wooing young Sophie, he had lost interest in upper-class ladies. Not that he would ever allow himself to sink to the level of the rabble, but at least in London there was nothing that he would rather sink his teeth in.

Ah, young Sophie, with her eyes so sweet and her words so bitter. Her rejection wounded his pride in ways he had never experienced before.

Uninterested in the couples waltzing and the old crows gossiping nonsense, he moved gracefully through the crowd and chose a spot in the corner, not empty, but far enough away that he could observe everyone without being interrupted or noticed. Or so he thought. Unbeknownst to him, a pair of slanted, guileful eyes were watching him.

Surely he wouldn't notice , Lady Bellaston thought, and smiled as she watched him move away to his place beside the fireplace. The girl clasped on her arm was a new and faithful acquisition, a young woman from a newly wealthy family who had come to London to be taught to be a lady. Unscrupulous would be the one who would let himself be fooled by her flushed cheeks and long, showy eyelashes that hid an innate malice behind those slanted eyes.

Lady Bellaston still harboured feelings of resentment for Fellamar's betrayal, but the poor devil had no inkling of her intentions. Giving him some of her special attention after the ordeal had soothed the Lord's sore and worried ego. But he had no idea what was in store for him. With grace and beauty, the Lady curtsied briefly with her heavily powdered face to a few individuals eager to please her and walked away, only the young woman with the mischievous thoughts and innocent smile at her side. Waltzing gracefully, they wandered across the hall and gathered conspiratorially in a secluded corner.

— See that man by the fireplace, my dear Isabell? — She whispered to the young girl beneath the flap of her fan. — That is Lord Amadeo Fellamar. — she said, positioning her back to him, allowing him space to observe who she was speaking to if he wanted to, when he wanted to.

— He's very handsome, my lady. — the young woman smiled, discreetly letting her gaze fall on the figure who was now chatting pleasantries with two noble men decades older than himself.

— Incredibly. — Lady Bellaston agreed, a knowing smile threaded her features. — But also a fool and astoundingly easy to manipulate. — the lady paused, waiting for a young countess to pass by them, with a smile, before continuing. — You see, our dear Lord Fellamar has done something to me that has cost me something of my reputation. And his lack of a firm hand is too irritating for him to serve me as an informant. Although I suppose that a man of his position would never allow himself to be demoted to a mere spy. — the last part was said not above a whisper, her red painted lips close to the shell of the girl's ear. She could feel her breathing like a breeze in her neck.

The young woman smiled, turning her face so that it was inches from Lady Bellaston's.

— My Lady, are you suggesting what I believe you're suggesting? — questioned the young woman, already with a knowing, deceiving smile.

Bellaston returned the smile, mischievously. Of course, she would be just as eager to follow through on the suggestion in her words. Earlier that afternoon, while they were still sitting in the carriage after a visit to the park, Lady Bellaston had spoken to the young lady. In private, the older woman had proposed, only for Isabell and the walls of the carriage to hear, that the newcomer should arrange some trouble for a certain member of the court. The young Fernside remembered the words exchanged with a lascivious smile.

“He is a fool. He thinks he is one of the most important men in the court, but he will be nothing more than a footnote in another man’s story. But he is clever, shrewd, he will know if someone is being false to him. If he were not so irritatingly needy, he would be a fit companion for my evenings.” She spoke in an exasperated tone, remembering a certain pair of lips trailing kisses on the back of her neck. “Don’t let him suspect anything. If he begins to suspect something, then this ruse will be of no use to us, and you will prove very little use to me.” The stiff air and venomous gaze turned haughtily to the erect figure of the young woman sitting opposite her.

“I may come from the country, my lady, but I would appreciate it if your ladyship would not underestimate me. A lonely young lady in the country, surrounded by rough men, may have a trick or two up her sleeve.” The suggestive look the young lady that escorted her sent her told Bellaston much of what she needed to know about the girl.

“Yes, my dear, but country men are very different from men of the court. These men need to be treated with more delicacy, subtlety, and are more cunning and slippery than a farmer.” The blond-haired lady stated as she waved her fan, her gaze briefly straying to the monotonous landscape outside the window. An almost childish laugh escaped the country girl and with an arched eyebrow, Lady Bellaston glared at her. “I am glad my words amuse you.” There was a hint of offence in her tone.

“Please, my lady, do not be offended. I am merely saying that all men can be bent if given the right means.” ‘Give them the false sense of control, let them think they are in charge of everything, then pull the rug out from under their feet and show them that there is always someone above their heads’. The girl concluded to herself. A curious and expectant smile curved the corner of the lady's lips, the girl understood the shake of her head as an indication that she should continue. “It is fortunate for us that I know a thing or two about gamesmanship, it is my second-best skill.” she stated with a mischievous look on her angelic features.

“And what would be the first?” she asked the young woman, with a glint of curiosity and lust in the blue of her eyes.

“A lady should never reveal all her skills, milady, if she did, she would cease to be interesting. Besides, I believe your ladyship will find out soon enough. I gather your room is across from the guest's room, isn't it? You might hear a thing or two…”, Isabell said, ulterior motives lacing her words.

A silence filled the air, as they locked eyes. Lady Marion Bellaston licked her lips briefly and smiled.

“Good. Prove yourself a decent company today, and I will have you in good standing with the court.”, There was a threat in the way Lady Bellaston said the words, and for her own sake, the young Fernside knew better than to contradict her. “You are to become his mistress, dear, and his confidant when the time comes, but you will serve me and only me. For I detest as passionately as I have loved.”  The sharp words escaped her thin lips, a hidden promise in the way she traced her lower lip with the tip of her venomous tongue.

Serpents, all of them, of course, and just one young ram ready to be herded.

It is certainly worth a try , she remembered thinking in light of the subtle threat.

— I am pleased with your quick thinking, young lady. — A conspiratorial smile graced the Lady’s lips. Batting her dark lashes at her, the young lady bit the corner of her lip to contain the excitement in sight of the opportunity. — You shall - — Their interaction was briefly interrupted by a round-faced, eager-featured lady, who could not have been less than twice the young woman's age and seemed determined to question Lady Bellaston all about her new companion.

— Greetings, Lady Bellaston! What a wonderful ball! And who is this beautiful creature by your side? — the old woman asked, a bright smile painted on her lips, highlighting her flushed and prominent cheeks even more. Politely, the girl curtsied and twisted the veil of her skirt in her slender fingers, the act of the shy country girl still taking shape in her bones.

— Greetings, Madame Du Maurier! — With a sour smile, the hostesses, Lady Marion Bellaston, greeted. — This lovely jewel is my dear ward, Miss Fernside. — With a flick of her wrist, she gestured to the young lady beside her. Isabell Fernside bowed, a courtesy, while hiding her impatience.

On the opposite side of the hall, Fellamar faced similar boredom. The Lord quickly became bored with the political fallacies of his colleagues and allowed his gaze to wander around the room again in search of something or someone more interesting than the incessant rumbles about the Parliament. The first thing about her that caught his attention was the way she batted her eyelashes at the lady who approached, the way she gently bit her lower lip as she smiled at Lady Bellaston in secrecy. The way the ruby necklace hugged her soft-looking neck. He felt himself be mesmerized by her graceful movements and how the virginal cerulean blue fabric draped over her bust, wrapping the softness of her flesh.

As he lifted his gaze to hers, their gazes met, and he could barely contain the heat the sight sent to the base of his spine. They locked eyes for a moment, and he amused himself with the parting of her lips by a gasp, as if she hadn't expected to be caught staring. Then, looking away to the petite woman she was talking to, she smiled, a blush flushing her cheeks.

— He seems to like you. — Lady Bellaston whispered under the guise of the woman, who kept babbling to the young lady who accompanied her about how her wonderful son was doing in the new world. Marion watched Fellamar be distracted by her new acquisition, and she felt a victorious smile twist the corners of her lips. — That's good. I knew a pearl like you wouldn't escape his eyes. — The lady said, the back of her fingers lightly caressing the young woman's cheek.

The hostesses felt a hint of jealousy cross her heart when she caught the way her ward looked at him, she felt her jaw clench, aching with the urge to devour. Perhaps she should keep the girl to herself, she was too precious to be wasted on a foolish man like him, her little devious lamb. But then again, the taste of her prey weighting on her tongue would be far sweeter than his kisses.

Madame Du Maurier stopped her tribulations and followed their gaze, her eyebrows rising almost to her bright red hairline in realization, she swallowed hard and strutted in acceptance.

— Oh, my lady, forgive me, I hadn't realized that your lovely ward already had a suitor. My poor Harry will have to settle for a less rare jewel, I see. — She smiled, squeezing the young woman's cheek. With a nervous bow, she disappeared among the other guests.

The two women glanced at each other. They had got his attention just as they had planned, but Bellaston knew for sure that Fellamar would not go out of his way to court a young stranger. So it was only fair to introduce them.

— It is time, dear. — Marion said in a whisper as she linked their arms together, the next waltz beginning as they swayed through the ballroom, avoiding the dancers.

Fellamar turned his gaze back to the enchanting young lady, now that his colleagues decided to dance the beginning waltz with their wives. However, with disappointment, he noticed that where her figure had once been, there was only emptiness. Intrigued, he allowed his gaze to roam once more around the room, looking for those enchanting eyes, but she seemed to have disappeared, almost as if she had never been there in the first place. Suddenly, the luscious citrusy scent of bergamot filled his nostrils, and he knew who was nearby.

— My dear Lady Bellaston, greetings. What a lovely ball. — Amadeo said in his husky, low tone. A gentlemanly smile adorned his thin lips as he turned to the female figure standing behind him.

— Greetings, Lord Fellamar. I’m glad you are enjoying the evening. — She said with a pleasing smile. The extravagant manner in which she moved and the rigidity of her skirts' heavy golden fabric as she approached clashed with the gentle delicacy of the girl's clothing she carried on her arm. The sheer dress that adorned her body was light, and its satin texture rippled with the slightest movement. 

The ruby ​​choker she wore highlighted the pink of her lips even more, he was pleased to notice. Plump lips, ready to be devoured.

— Greetings, my lord. — The young woman spoke, not daring to look him in the eye. The impeccable bow she gave and the adorable way she played with the emerald ring on her index finger captivated him. Marion's new protégé was becoming increasingly more attractive.

— And who could this beautiful young woman be? — He asked, wrapping his long, slender fingers around her wrist and placing a kiss on the back of her hand. Seeing her gasp for air pleased him, perhaps he didn't need so much courtship.

— This, my lord, is Miss Isabell Fernside, my ward. Her family recently came to court in London and I have immediately taken possession of this rare gem. — the older woman says, caressing the young woman's cheek and pinching her chin for good measure. — Extremely intelligent and delightfully pretty. Everything a young lady needs, don't you think? — Lady Bellaston says, staring at Isabell’s pink lips for perhaps a second too long. Fellamar notices and feels a smile twist the corner of his lip at what his mind had suggested.

— Indeed — He agrees, repeating the gesture he had made with the young lady and her guardian, just more briefly. Marion smiles appreciatively, her sallow cheeks gaining colour.

Even though she had been offended and annoyed by Fellamar's moral weakness, she still considered him a good lover, devoted and selfish in equal measure, could be delicate and brute if required; even in her position she still desired him, but preferably from afar.

— I gather this is your first ball, my lady, isn’t it? — Fellamar asked, a lecherous look in his greenish-gray eyes. Approaching the young woman with half a step, he watched her, waiting for an answer. 

She admired the rich fabric of his deep red robes, the white scarf tightly tied around his neck. His shoulders were level with her eyes. The scarlet velvet of his jacket matched that of his waistcoat, pompously embroidered with gold thread in floral patterns in yellow, purple, and orange, dull tones that did not stand out more than the gold.

The extravagance of a man of the court, she did not dislike, in fact, he looked much more attractive in those clothes, they suited him well.

— It is true, my lord. — She smiled, her eyes finally rising to meet his, reflecting his lust in hers. Only when she did so did she finally notice the difference in their heights, a warm shiver running down her spine at the prospect.

— Have you danced yet? — He asked briefly, looking around the ballroom. When she nodded in negative, he smiled mischievously. — Then it is my pleasure to remedy that. May you grant me the honor of taking your beloved protégé for the next waltz, my Lady? — without taking his eyes off the young woman in front of him, he asked. 

In his peripheral vision, he observed the restrained way in which Marion pressed her lips into a thin line for a few seconds as if considering the request and then smiled. Granting permission with an affected nod of her head.

— Of course. Go, my dear. Our dear Lord Fellamar waltzes exceptionally well, enjoy your first ball at court. — Her words were followed by a suggestive grin, noticed only by the girl.

The orchestra's arrangement finished the last chords of the waltz they were playing and Fellamar extended a chivalrous arm for the young woman to embrace, and with a bow he led her gracefully to the middle of the hall. Marion watched them, her envious blue eyes following every slightest movement, the fallacies of her guests mattered little to her, she had devoted all her attention to them .

The first notes of the piano echoed through the deep blue walls decorated in white and gold, soon followed by the resonant chord of the cello. Amadeo gently pulled her closer, one hand wrapped around her gloved fingers with a soft but warm touch, while the other positioned itself just above the satin waist of her dress, the distance between their bodies considerably reduced. Their steps were harmonious, he guided her gently, his fingers pressing firmly into the softness of her waist with each turn.

He smelled of something fresh and woody, a hint of citrus invaded her nostrils as she briefly laid her face on his shoulder in a somewhat abrupt twirl dictated by the music. Lemon and mahogany, she liked it, she imagined what his skin would taste like on her tongue. Would it be sweet? Bitter? She wondered how it would feel to sink her teeth on the vast paleness of the length of his neck.

At one point, he allowed both of his hands to encircle her waist, lifting her in his arms as the waltz dictated. He could barely contain the smirk of malicious satisfaction when she placed both of her hands on his shoulders — a bit too close to his neck to be appropriate — to keep herself upright as he twirled her in the air, her breasts jutting out just slightly above her cleavage. Her soft, velvety skin seemed to beg him to touch her. He could feel his fingertips tingle where they touched her, he could almost feel the flesh of her hips beneath the thin layers of undergarments and cerulean silk.

Before her heels touched the ivory floor again, the young woman noticed the subtle movement of his muscles beneath his robes, tense with the effort of lifting her. She wondered how they would feel underneath her delicate fingers, how each digit would mark the pale skin, how the sharp edges of her nails would leave rosy trails in their wake. The girl felt her cheeks heat at the thought, she could almost feel his weight on her, their chests pressed together as he put her on the ground.

The couples danced in pairs, briefly switching partners throughout the waltz with each fluttering pirouette, but they remained only with each other, too drawn to one another to let go. The young Isabell felt his breathing against her thick lashes, his warm wine breath bathing her skin in goosebumps as their feet waltzed rhythmically. 

Her eyes studied his features with curiosity and something else, he noticed, feeling himself press closer to her, drawing a gasp from her well-shaped lips with the burning proximity. As he led them, she had time to finally take him in fully.

The white wig so common among the nobles of the court did not look out of place on him. Or strange in the composition of his attire, as she saw on so many noblemen around her. She could not help but wonder what colour his hair was beneath the pompous coiffure, if it was curly or slim, what would it feel like in her grip. She felt the pleasant firmness with which he held her waist, and a mischievous smile disguised as sweet innocence twisted the corners of her rosy lips as their noses were only millimetres away from touching.

A Roman nose and high cheekbones, so sharp, she thought she could cut herself in them. His expressive eyebrows arched when he noticed what she was doing. Immediately shifting her gaze briefly to his lips, she felt her cheekbones burn, a deep sigh, intoxicating her even more in his scent.

At that moment, neither of them seemed to notice the disapproving and abject looks of the other guests at such vulgarity. Hypocrites at heart, all of them, especially the men, who shamelessly coveted the young lady. And their wives, who envied the newly arrived girl for attracting the attention of the wealthiest of the men at court, even though she came from a country family of nouveau riches.

The girl batted her eyelashes at him, her tongue escaping briefly to moisten her lower lip as she breathed heavily. The lord's greenish-gray orbs followed the movement, dilated pupils darkening his gaze with ravenous lust, honey slick desire clinging to his pearly teeth. He gave her a wolfish grin, a lamb to the slaughter, her soft neck ready to snap under the crushing force of his jaw. 

She stared at him with her doe eyes as the last chords of the violins and cellos sounded around them, one last pirouette before he plunged her into his arms. Their hands clasped together as the music stopped, their faces inches apart. The proximity took their breath away, but whoever saw it might have blamed the long waltz. He held her by the waist for a moment longer than was appropriate, amusing himself at the sight of the warm blush that rose to her cheeks.

Resuming their original positions, they curtsy to each other as applause for the beautiful dance reverberated across the hall. Yet neither dared look away. 

Lord Fellamar approached, taking the young protégé's hand with his long fingers once again, a brief kiss being placed on the back of her hand while he subtly caressed the phalanges of her fingers with his thumb. The gesture sent a shiver down her spine, warming the blossom at the top of her thighs.

With a brief nod, she smiled chastely and walked away, her graceful steps carrying her under the protective wings of Lady Bellaston. And with a ravenous gaze he watched her go, the satin of her dress snaking behind her back.

Everything was going as planned.

The chambers Lady Bellaston had granted him were somewhat different from what he was accustomed to, but then again, he had spent most of his evenings there in the lady’s own chambers. The room was large, stately. The walls were adorned in greenish damask, and mahogany furniture was elegantly arranged;                                         a desk, a folding screen, a canopy bed, a night stand, a dresser, and a dressing table, all adorned with gold leaf. Reflecting the extravagant taste of the hostesses.

Lord Fellamar noted that his room was just across from Lady Bellaston’s, and a smug smile twisted the corners of his lips at the lustful memories of his previous visits. Her ladyship was a savage woman, lascivious.

She is quite the screamer, he recalled with amusement, slowly undoing the buttons on his vest. A rush of heat settled into his bones as the image of young Isabell seeped into his mind. He imagined what kind of sounds she would make. Would she be loud or quiet? Would she utter adorable little moans like a kitten, or would she pant, too absorbed in her own pleasure to even make a sound?

Sitting down in front of the vanity, he stared at his reflection in the mirror, the makeup in his face adorning his features.

— Sweet Isabell… — He whispered to his reflection, tasting the weight of her name in his tongue. Daydreams about the young protégé permeating his mind. — I shall steal you, precious thing, and make you mine. — The words dripped from his lips as slick as honey, as the lord could feel a slight tightening in his trousers.

With only a hallway separating the two, Lady Bellaston conspired with her young ward, the final details of her plan being decided on as the fair maiden, still in her ball gown, delicately brushed her mentor’s golden locks. The thin tips of her delicate fingers barely brushed the swirls of blond hair at the nape of the older woman’s neck.

Marion felt a goosebump sweep across her skin as the young woman leaned against her bare shoulder to arrange some of the pins she had collected, from her own hair, on the dressing table. If everything was orchestrated correctly, she would be able to enjoy the tender flesh of her sweet devious lamb soon enough, once she had shown her usefulness. The country girl watched her through the reflection in the mirror, her subtle gaze falling on her with a slight frown at the joining of her brows.

— Your ladyship seems concerned. — Her gentle words in her calm tone caressed the Lady’s ears as she spoke. Marion felt her young fingers dig into the sides of her neck, the muscles tense from spending the entirety of her evening being incessantly coaxed, needing to hang on every word uttered.

After a moment of consideration, she decided that a courtship disguised as concern would not do her any harm.

— Come here, pet. — she said with a wave of her delicate hand and moved her undergarments away from her seat, making a tiny space for the young woman to settle in. Touching Isabell’s lush cheekbone, she leaned closer to her, her body leaning so close that the young woman was almost sitting on her lap. — You are a rare beauty, my dear. It is impossible for me to not imagine the unspeakable things he will do to you if he ever discovers your intentions.

Holding Lady Bellaston’s gaze, Isabell could almost feel herself drowning in the clear skies of her eyes. Tilting her head, she widened her doe eyes and smiled with false shyness.

— Do not worry, ma'am. Trust in me, and I shall not disappoint you. — Gently, the young woman took Lady Bellaston’s hand, a comforting squeeze, and batted her long, glossy eyelashes at her.

Marion didn't know what made her act as she would next, whether it was the gentle gaze, the sweet words of comfort, or just barely contained lust that moved her. But she found herself leaning even closer to the farmer’s daughter, briefly sealing her soft rosy lips with her red-stained ones.

It only lasted a moment, but she could feel the young woman lean closer to her, and an arrogant smile was contained in the curve of her cupid's bow.

— Now, now, darling. It’s time for you to meet our beautiful fool. — The hostess said in her velvety tone, appreciating the sherry taste of the maiden’s lips. 

In her lingering excitement, the young lady rose from her place beside the Lady. Standing before her, she waited for the older lady to inspect her attire and face. She gently touched her wrists and earlobes each time she removed some of her jewellery, as well as her long-sleeved gloves. They both shared a gasp as Marion leaned close to her face to untie the ruby ​​choker from around her neck.

— I shall return your jewellery, once you return. I do not seek you to get hurt… Amadeo has quite a firm grip. — She said as she put them away in a jewellery box on the vanity with a knowing half smile.

With her thin knuckles, Lady Bellaston knocked three times on the tall white wooden door that led to Lord Fellamar’s chambers. She had to suppress a smirk of amusement when he promptly opened the door.

— My lady. — He said, his accent slightly thicker, his lips reddened, his coppery curls sticking to his forehead slightly, and his breathing somewhat heavier than usual. She knew exactly what he had been doing. Biting the inside of her cheek, she held back her amusement.

— May I have a word? I’ll be brief. — The woman replied, her chin raised as she glanced at the flushed-cheeked, quiet girl. Following her gaze, the man arched an eyebrow in amused curiosity.

Stepping aside for her to enter the room, he felt the heat at the base of his spine spread. Isabell's hair was loose from its coiffure, and it cascaded beautifully over her shoulders. The neckline of her dress seemed lower, just as she did, her bare feet touched the red wool of the carpet beneath the skirts of her dress, now low to the floor. 

— Close the door. — Came the blonde's authoritative tone from inside the room. Casting one last glance in the direction of the young Miss Fernside, Fellamar returned to the interior of his chambers, observing the imposing figure of Marion standing still, her posture like that of a sculpture.

— What do you wish to speak to me about? — He asked, circling her like a vulture, as he always did, always stopping behind her, his lips joining the snow-white skin of her neck once he had moved her golden locks out of the way.

— It’s about Isabell. — She begins with a breathless sigh as he wraps his arms around her waist, the familiar trail of kisses on that sweet spot where her shoulder and neck meet, forming again.

— What about her? — He murmurs, pulling his lips away from her, his husky baritone near the shell of her ear. His sharp tone elicited a quiver down her spine.

— She seems in love… with you. — Marion told him, feeling the reverberation of his laughter against her back.

— And? — He questioned, a condescending smirk twisting his lips. Smug bastard.

— She begged me to allow her to come and see you. — She says, pulling away from him before she gets carried away by his intoxicating touches. — She comes from a family of recent wealth, - a low-born -, and she knows that she can never dream of you courting her, much less asking for her hand. — Her rehearsed words seemed to convince him. 

They both exchanged knowing looks.

— Surely she must be aware of the implications for someone in her position. — He told her, a predatory gaze reflected in the green of his eyes.

— You must understand that I told her, but nothing seems to change her mind… — a pause while he considered her words. — Eventually I decided to grant her the request. — The lady glanced at him sideways, the shadow of unspoken jealousy darkening her eyes as she continued. — Isabell is my present to you, my lord. A gesture of good faith to show you that our disagreements lie in the past. If you like her, have her. — Her velvety tone echoed close to his lips as she closed the distance that she had placed between them with firm steps, the height difference working in her favour as she threatened to steal a kiss from him.

— It is with great gratitude that I accept such a gift, madam. — He spoke, his deep tone no higher than a whisper. A wolfish grimace took over his features as he added, “Let her in.” . The breath of each word hit her curled lashes evenly. His woodsy cologne and the scent of wine on his breath nearly intoxicated her senses.

— Isabell. — She called, slightly above her usual tone.

In an instant, they both heard the creak of the heavy wooden door opening. The young woman took measured steps towards them, still maintaining a respectful distance from the two.

Fellamar looked down at her, his breathing so slightly heavy that only Marion could feel it, given the little to no distance between their torsos.

— Be gentle, do not break your new toy so soon. — Condescension laced her words as Lady Bellaston pinched his chin slightly, as a mother would do to a spoiled child.

A mischievous smirk formed, one that appeared only in his eyes, especially when they travelled from the blonde to the young woman standing demurely waiting behind her.

Marion turns and walks to the door, but not before stroking Isabell's chin with the back of her index finger, a peck on her plump lips and she's out the door. The nobleman gives a half smile, a brown eyebrow arching in recognition. Of course , she wouldn't give him such a precious thing without first having it for herself.

Approaching her, Amadeo examined her, his intent gaze making her feel exposed. Secretly, she felt a lustful shiver run along the skin of her back. Stroking the right side of her neck tenderly, he used his thumb to make her look up at him. The space between their silhouettes quickly closed.

Looking up, Isabel reveled in the sight. Reddened lips, thin and parted, breathing slightly uneven, the half-span lids of oceanic eyes that had darkened with hunger. There was still powder, lipstick, and eyeliner on his thin face, but she was grateful to discover the expanse of ash-blond curls on the top of his head. They looked so soft, she could feel her fingertips tingle at the thought of sinking them into his locks.

— Undo your corset. — The request came in a voice even deeper than she remembered. Passing his thumb over her lower lip, he laid his eyes on her cleavage, sweeping the tip of his fingers through her collarbone. 

Stepping away from her, he watched, observing her every movement with his attentive scrutiny. She couldn’t help but blush at the attention. She did as she was told.

The cerulean taffeta that covered her silhouette slid down her form to the floor, with slender fingers she tried, - but not really -, to untie the knots that held her corset. With a practised embarrassment and bright eyes, she walked towards him, who observed her, reclining against the dresser next to the vanity.

— Forgive me, my lord, but could you help me? — Her question in such an innocent tone made him move without his usual impatience, his long pianist's fingers tracing invisible lines on the skin at the nape of her neck, satisfaction filling his chest at the sight of the shivers that his touches caused her.

Slipping his fingers into the tight laces of her corset, Fellamar could feel her every breath. Gasping , he noticed. With a practised flick of his wrist, he undid the knots, sliding his hands down the front of the garment, his fingers working deftly through the ribbons that criss-crossed her bosom, loosening them. Pressing their figures together, he felt her gasp for air as he freed her torso from the corset. Biting the inside of his cheek to stifle a grimace, he studied her figure intently through the reflection of the mirror in the dressing table where they stood. Her lips parted, her neck exposed, the low neckline of her white petticoats leaving little to the imagination. 

So beautiful, a sight he would commit to memory with pleasure.

Sliding the straps of her corset over her shoulders, he let it fall beside him onto the red carpeted floor. The flickering candlelight illuminated her figure so beautifully, the almost transparent fabric of her petticoats casting a shadow that showed off every lovely curve of her body. Isabell felt herself shiver at the feel of him so close. Their bodies, so close, that they moulded one another. His smoldering breaths raised goosebumps on the skin of her neck as he gently brushed her hair away from her shoulders, one firm hand worming its way into her hair, a fist closing in her locks, gently pulling her head toward his shoulder so that she exposed even more of the surface of her neck.

— What made you come to me? Such a precious jewel. — He whispered close to her ear, the deep baritone of his voice reverberating from his chest to every bone in her body. His warm lips ravishing a sweet spot just below her earlobe, the gesture an encouragement for her to confess to him.

A moan broke from her lips at the touch.

— Answer me. — He insisted, demanding, in his thick accent, his grip on her hair tightening slightly, yet not hurting.

— I- — She began, a breathless sigh silencing the words on her tongue as she felt his desire press into her hips. — I am not worthy of you, your lordship, I am not worthy… But I could not bear the thought of never having you for myself. — His condescending, humming reverberated against her back, a smile curving his lips that ever so lightly brushed the curve of her neck.

Burying his nose into her hair, he inhaled the scent trapped in her locks, jasmine mingling with the honeyed scent of almonds on her skin. He liked it, delicate, just like her. He felt his manhood grow harder.

His warm palm glided from her hair to the nape of her neck and then the softness of her back, with a slow movement of his index finger he untied a small bow that held the petticoats to her form. As he did so, the light fabric slipped, and instinctively, with feigned shyness, Isabell quickly covered herself. Holding her wrists in his hands, his thumbs over her pulse, he positioned her hands flat on the wood of the dressing table.

The young woman felt herself heat up as she looked at the way he held her wrists, patronisingly, preventing her from hiding from his scrutiny. His pale, delicate hands with long fingers making hers seem so small. She felt herself vibrate around nothing.

— Now, do not dare to hide yourself, darling. — His tone was a reprimand, having him hold her hands flat under his on the hard surface of the wood made her lean under his weight, bend over. She felt his shaft press further against the curve of her buttocks, a sigh escaping her lips.

— Such a beautiful thing… — Fellamar murmured more to himself than to the young woman, stepping back, admiring her in that position while he let his fingertips draw invisible patterns, slowly, on the skin of her back.

The nobleman saw the peaks of her breasts harden as she looked at him through the mirror, his tall silhouette being cut under the nose by the golden frame. He then found himself standing behind her, his hands sliding down her sides. Exposing her, he let himself admire her, her bare back and the beginning of her hips. Staring into the eyes of Isabell’s reflection, he finished unbuttoning his own shirt, the light white fabric swaying to the sides of his pale torso, the scarf previously tied around his throat untied hanging loose around the neck.

She looked down at his chest, pale, just the faintest traces of brown hair lying against the skin, the muscles subtly toned, tensing as his hands slid over her waist, fitting their hips together, he made her gasp.

Fellamar lightly ran a smooth hand over the soft flesh of her thigh, down over the fabric of the petticoat that still clung to her loosely, and slipped his fingers under the hem of her garment. At the same time, running his skillful fingers up the inside of her thighs. He could barely contain a smug smile as he touched her folds, honey slick and sensitive. 

He felt her shudder, a moan slipping from her lips. And he had barely touched her.

Isabell’s hot, raggedy breath against the cold surface of the mirror condensed, blurring their silhouettes.

— P-please, sir- — The young woman began, her voice soft with pleasure, but she was silenced when the lord's fingers trailed up her back like a shiver and wrapped around her neck, a light squeeze of his fingers on her warm skin.

— Be quiet, dear… — He whispered, his lips once again so close to her auricles that his tone made her clench around the room’s cold air.

Raising his predatory gaze to their reflections, he watched with delight as the young woman's chest rose and fell wildly. His long fingers curled around her neck, their grip tight enough that he could feel every tiny vibration his fingers elicited from her throat as they caressed her folds.

Feeling himself ache with lust, Fellamar let his pride shape his features, a gasp escaping his lips. Curving the corners of his mouth, still painted in a light crimson, he admired how his hand fitted so perfectly around Isabell's throat. A new necklace for his newest lover. So much more captivating than the ruby ​​choker that had caught his attention earlier that night.

Turning her face toward him with some effort, the young Miss Fernside begged him with her knowing doe eyes for more of his touch. Her half-span lids and intoxicated gaze focused on his lips tempted him, and he gave in. He leaned in, using the thumb of the hand that was around her neck to lift her chin. Amadeo finally let himself taste her, her plump lips so inviting. Taking her voraciously, he savoured the sherry she had taken as he slid his tongue over hers, provoking.

Teasing her entrance, he willingly swallowed the moans that escaped her. He smiled against her as he felt her tilt the curve of her buttocks against his manhood, a silent plea for him to take her.

Isabell gasped a strained, broken moan as he slid a finger inside her, his skilled hands touching her most sensitive parts, as if he already knew her. Another digit invaded her entrance, and she arched her back as he curled his fingers so perfectly into her folds. Her trembling thighs could barely hold her upright as the touch of his thumb pressed against her bud. It was her turn to swallow, gasping, the deep moans that echoed from the depths of his throat as he felt her walls vibrate around his fingers.

— Be a darling, now, and bend over for me. — He growled, his voice raspy and thick as his shaft throbbed with lascivious need.

Leaving his lips, she obeyed, remembering to bat her eyelashes innocently at him, her mind already half-clouded by his touch. Now Isabell understood why Lady Bellaston had been reluctant to let her go to him. A fool? Yes. But a skilled fool, nonetheless, only blinded by arrogance.

Fellamar's reflection jolted her from her stupor. His heavy breathing and the mess that had been made of his glossy hair made her head spin. Lips, parted and stained with crimson, spread kisses across her shoulders as he pressed a firm, flat hand between her shoulder blades, forcing her to lean over the vanity. Her face was mere inches from the surface of the cold mirror as she watched with hunger, his hand slid off her, lightly feeling his hardness beneath the thick fabric of his pants. Taking himself from his trousers, she saw him stroke himself with a shiver.

They both shared a moan as he pressed his length against her sweet folds, her essence spreading through him, dripping from her lips to her inner thighs. The heat of her core made him quiver, closing his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy her . Slowly, he moved his hips, grinding against her folds, eliciting moans from her throat. 

Oh, how heavenly were the sounds he drew from those rosy lips!

With both his hands, he held her hips against his, making her tremble so dearly. Isabell grabbed the edges of the vanity to support herself as he slid into her core, every thought suddenly erased from her mind, the feeling of him too overwhelming. His scent, his touch, his voice, the sounds he made as she clenched around him with the intrusion. The light burn of the stretch made her arch her back.

— So adorably tight… — The words dripped from his lips, barely audible.

The older man let one of the hands holding her hips run down her side, her belly, and up the valley of her breasts, wrapping firmly around her throat. The gesture brought their bodies closer together once more. Trailing kisses and nibbling on the young woman's skin, he felt her breath tremble as he made to move as she adjusted to him.

— Oh , Isabell… — Amadeo moaned, starting to move his hips, each thrust pressing her thighs against the edge of the vanity, the hard wood pressing against her swollen mount of Venus.

She shuddered against the dresser, the air being forced from her lungs with each slow thrust of his hips, their pleasure building. His hair, once hid under a respectful wig as to a nobleman, and heavily powdered, was now an untamed mane, coppery curls falling over his sweaty forehead. His chest pushed firmly against her back, his bare skin pressed to her naked back. Fellamar leaned on against her warm body, while his free hand dug his fingerprints into the skin of her half-dressed hips.

She was tight and slick, and he almost couldn't bear the delightful sounds that escaped her lips. Both could feel every inch of each other, guided by his movements, a broken moan escaped her throat, vibrating its way out against his fingers. Isabell turned one of her hands back, the urge to touch him stronger than the need for stability as he quickened his pace. She sank her fingers into his curls, the softness of his locks tightening her grip, she pulled him impossibly closer, biting back a smug smile when she felt him throb at the touch. 

The warm breath that escaped from his thin lips bathed her neck in goosebumps. The noises that forced their way up his throat made her drip with arousal. The lips, parted by his pleasure, trailed a tortuous path against the curve of her neck, raising every hair.

His firm grip around her throat made her quiver when his lips slid from her shoulders to the delicate skin of her temple. His head bent close to hers, and his half-closed lids almost hid the way he devoured the sight of her reflection. Her parted, gasping lips, and closed eyes so taken away by his touches, ecstasy in heavenly sight. The way the tip of his fingers reddened the skin of her neck, and how she so lustfully gripped his locks, sliding her fingers to the nape of his neck, nails scratching rosy paths on the pale skin.

Isabell could feel the heat of the knot in her belly stretch with each movement of his hips, the thrusts taking him deeper as she opened her legs a bit more. Cold wood growing warmer each time it hit the apex of her thighs, arousal bathing the surface with her flower’s nectar. 

The hand she used to prevent herself from bending over the dresser entirely carved the wood as he let go of her hips, pulling her back to him by the grip around her neck. With a cry, she felt him slid his fingers through her hips, and up, caressing her breast, kneading the soft flesh he urged to taste, teasing her peaks gently. The young woman called his name, breathless, feeling the first wave of the high approach, arching her back closer to his torso. 

Fellamar was able to take the opportunity to run his fingers over her mound of Venus. It made her clench around him, so sensitive, and a deep, strangled moan escaped him as his movements became erratic. She threw her hips against his, maintaining the stimulation, trying to match his rhythm. The most obscene sounds echoing through the walls of the room, their moans combined with the profane sound of where their bodies united.

— Isabell… — She heard him say, almost wordlessly, against her temple, closing his eyes, letting himself be overwhelmed by her. 

Indeed, a sight, the young Fernside thought to herself as it was her time to admire his pleasured features, each thrust hit that sweet spot inside her walls. His arm snaked tightly around her waist, over her belly, his long fingers lavishing their delicate touches on her pearl, making her thighs tremble.  

His moans began to rise against hers, a lascivious symphony. The way she pulsed and the way her walls embraced him made him shiver. Resting his sweaty, curl-covered forehead against her shoulder, Amadeo let his mouth fall open against her almond skin, muffing his moans as his peak hit him like a wave, flames licking every inch of his heated skin. He arched his back slightly, digging his nails into her skin, pressing his palm firmly against her bud, throwing her over the edge.

— Fuck… — The lord growled, deeply, under his breath, as he came. A broken moan escaped Isabell’s parted lips whilst she reached her apex, her walls clenching around him as he let himself paint the inside of her thighs. — Such a sweet, sweet girl… — The nobleman said, plating a chaste kiss on her shoulder.

She could hear her power over him in his broken, whispery voice.

Letting himself slide off her, Fellamar turned Isabell’s panting, still-shivering form in his arms. Gently stroking her delicate neck with both hands, he inspected the rouge marks his long fingers had left on the soft skin. Her once-pink lips were swollen and red from his kisses, and he let a proud smile curve the corners of his lips. 

Mine at last, he thought. Threading his fingers through her hair once more, he pulled her back with a certain aggressiveness into his ravenous mouth.

Subtly, the young woman let her hands slide over his chest, touching the soft, white skin, her heavy breaths tickling his face. Pushing him cautiously towards the four-poster bed, she fell in love with his lips while tangling the fingers of one hand in the golden brown curls that emerged from the nape of his neck. The other grabbed the scarf that hung carelessly on his shoulders.

A smile curved Marion's lips as she observed her protégé's cunning gesture.

From a hidden passage at the opposite end of the room, she watched them through a crack. Her distrust had been too strong to allow her to trust the girl entirely; her distrust and curiosity had led her to the hidden servants' corridor that connected the rooms. Before she could stop herself, the symphony of sighs attracted her.

She felt herself clench at the sight.

Fellamar’s focused expression, uniting his brows as he watched Isabell’s features of sanctified ecstasy melt.

Lady Bellaston watched as her ward carefully made Amadeo lay on the bed.

The lord lay down, his breathing ragged as he watched the young woman kneel over him on the bed. Her soft lips trailing kisses along the line of his jaw, down his neck and chest, sucking small rosy marks on the pale skin of his hips. Slipping her delicate, slender fingers under the fly of his trousers, the young Fernside slid them down his long legs, the sharp tips of her nails sending shivers down his skin.

Running her warm palms up his thighs, she trailed tiny bites down his body, the flat surface of her tongue always soothing the sting of her teeth.

Straddling his hips, she invited him to touch her, holding his hands in hers, she guided his knowing fingers to the curve of her breasts beneath her petticoats. Rising to hold her closer, Lord Fellamar sighed as he removed her garment, her utter nakedness appraised with the trace of his tongue across his lower lip.

Bringing her assets to his mouth, he sucked a mark above her breastbone, and she again appreciatively slid her fingers into the softness of his hair. Isabell threw her head back with a breathless sigh as he rolled the peak of her breast on his tongue.

A fool indeed, my lady, she could not help but think. So easily drawn by innocent eyes and a pair of breasts , she added to herself condescendingly, feeling him throb ever so lightly against her flower.

Running her hands down the sides of his thin face, Isabell lifted his face from her bosom and looked into his eyes. His greenish orbs were still as dark and ravenous as they had been the first time she’d looked at him when she’d walked through the door to his chambers. Good , she thought, this shall make things easier.

She looked so angelic against him, her hair that had been so impeccably styled now a dishevelled mess of strands, her cheeks, and lips now permanently stained red, either from the heat or from the paint in his lips. Her beautiful doe eyes were so dark they seemed capable to swallow him whole. 

Isabell took her time recording in her memory what he looked like, still in his senses. She particularly liked his stained lips and the eyeliner that traced his eyes so well.

— Could you lie down for me, my lord? — She asked in her sweet tone, a hint of innocence forged in the way she stared at his mouth with wide eyes. Her breath caressing him.

Arching an eyebrow and narrowing his incisive gaze, he did so. Giving him a peck on the lips, pulling his thin lower lip between her teeth for a single moment, she returned her caresses to the white expanse of his neck. 

He shuddered, his head falling back in ecstasy as she sank her pearly teeth into his throat, one sneaky hand coming down to caress his sensitive shaft, evoking a groan from his cupid’s bow. Before he realized her deeds, the pain from the bite still throbbing, distracting his clouded mind, he felt her lips roll over his member. A resonant moan cutting through his heavy breaths at the sensation.

The remnants of his last peak made him shiver at how sensitive he was, his body at the mercy of her tender touch. The almost unholy sight of the doe-eyed young woman's lovely lips wrapped around his shaft sent a hot shiver down his spine.

Isabell tasted his slick acidity, the weight of him against the soft surface of her tongue, while with gentle movements of her wrist she caressed the length of his shaft that she could not cover with her lips. Her movements drew hoarse moans and heavy sighs from the nobleman. She smiled around him, as her hips jerked toward his face, with her free hand she gripped his waist, pinning him against the emerald sheets.

Marion gasped, taking a half step closer to the gap through which she watched them. She watched as the young Fernside teased him, bringing him to the edge of his climax with her gentle touches.

Fellatio , Lady Bellaston concluded with a knowing smile of amusement, seemed to be her greatest skill . 

He arched his back with a broken cry as she pulled away from him, feeling him writhe against her lips so close to his climax, and gave her attention to the soft flesh of his abdomen. He breathed heavily as he looked up at her in outrage, as she so innocently caressed his skin, sending shivers down his spine that licked every inch of his body.

Climbing up to him, Isabell captured his lips with hers for what would not be the last time that night, letting him taste himself on her tongue. With a commanding movement, Fellamar grabbed one of her wrists that caressed the side of his face and guided her to where she needed him most. Pretending not to notice his silent plea, she pulled away from him, a firm hand giving way to the innocent touch of before as she held him in place by the neck.

A mischievous glint flickered in her orbs, the innocent young woman’s act finally undone. She ached as she felt each laboured breath against her palm. Raising his arms in mock surrender, he stared at her, her dark eyes a ravenous gleam in their irises, his hips moving slightly at the prospect of danger. With the hand that wasn’t holding him, she pulled the white scarf he wore from somewhere he couldn’t see at his side. Grasping both his wrists, she smirked, some sweetness still in her features as she took the long piece of fabric and tied it to the headboard.

She gently kissed the inside of his wrists and held them to the sides of his head, loosening her grip on his throat and sliding her palm against his sternum, keeping him lying still as she returned to her ministrations. He didn't understand what she had done, but his mind wasn't clear enough to even think about asking her motives.

His knuckles were pale with his grip on the sheets when he once again felt her warm mouth cover him. Tears of overstimulation ran from his half-closed eyes, taking with it the eyeliner and the remains of the powder on his face and into the curls that so beautifully formed a halo beneath his head. Digging furrows into her flushed cheeks, she made him visibly shiver, one firm hand gripping the wood of the bedstead, making it creak beneath his grip.

Fellamar produced the most beautiful sounds with every movement of her tongue twisting on the tip of his shaft. His sore throat contained the broken groans of despair that escaped him when she dug her nails into the flesh of his pale hips, his lips parted widely as he arched his back.

Rolling her lips over him, tasting his bitterness when she pressed the tip of her tongue on the small slit of his manhood, Isabell held him down. Amadeo’s tights were trembling whilst his hips tried to thrust himself deeper into her throat. The whining mess she made of him infiltrated his long fingers into her hair, keeping her exactly where he needed his apex tightening the knot in his abdomen.

Displeased by his attempts and with a devilish look she lifted her head, licking a stripe from base to tip, the cold air of the room causing him to whine, quickly and with some aggressiveness, she grabbed his wrists. 

Fellamar felt himself throb with the brutality of her gesture. She secured his wrists over his head straddling his lower body.

— What are you doing? — There was no anger, or outrage in his words, but a rather mischievous curiosity covering his hoarse, breathless tone.

— You'll soon find out, your lordship. — Was the quick, sassy response he received. 

Swallowing hard, he watched her take the ends of the scarf and tie the satiny fabric against the skin of his wrists. The muscles in his arms tensing with the position, and the tension in his broad shoulders from the pleasure denied.

Slapping his cheek lightly, she smiled condescendingly.

— Be a good young man and be patient. I promise to reward you, my lord. — With a nasal laugh of derision, she turned her attention back down and slid him into her mouth once again.

She had done that so many times by now, he no longer knew when he had first started to reach for his apex. Excruciating pain so entangled with pleasure that he could not tell when one ended and the other began. The tears that filled his greenish eyes spilled down his long eyelashes, his senses too overwhelmed by her.

Leaving him one last time, untouched to achieve his pleasure, Isabell heard a feminine sigh beneath Lord Fellamar's panting, smiling she already knew who it was. It seems her act was well played, the two greatest vipers of the court wrapped around her finger. Too drawn to their lust to notice the fox in their pasture, no precious lamb in sight. She wouldn't need to turn her face to know that the lady was watching them, hidden somewhere.

Sliding her delicate fingers across his pale chest, Isabell enjoyed the uneven rise and fall of his breaths and dragging two fingers past his panting, parted lips, she slipped them into his mouth. A moan vibrated against her fingers as he sucked passionately

A cheeky thought crossed her mind as she saw him so vulnerable beneath her. She had only done this a couple of times with Thomas, the stable boy on her family’s estate, and he had come apart so beautifully in her hands…

Why not give it a try?

Capturing his lips with hers, she placed her thigh between his legs, pushing his knees apart with her own. Sliding her wet fingers past his entrance, she was surprised by how he arched his back and gave her a wolfish smile as he realized her intentions. His half-lidded eyes held a look of depravity in their gleam as he allowed her to invade him, his head falling back against the pillows biting his lips to swallow a growl, exposing the bite mark she had left on his neck in the process.

Teasing his entrance, she delicately sought with her slender fingertips the spongy spot that made men weep. When he trembled, thrusting his hips upward with a groan, she knew she had found it, and knowingly she stimulated him, but never enough to send him over the edge.

— Isabell- fuck… — He began, his voice deep and husky from the abuse his moans had inflicted on his throat. 

“Language”, the woman mouthed, arching a well-shaped eyebrow she increased the pressure slightly, her other hand wrapping around the base of his manhood in a loose grip, careful to keep him there, a purring mess at her mercy.

— Please… — He tried again, using his remaining strength to try to free his hands from the knot, tensing his muscles in a way that pleased both ladies who watched. — P-Please Isabell, let me c- ah! — Failing, he gave up with a sigh, sobs of overstimulation breaking from his chest. 

— Oh. — She mocked, pressing her thumb firmly against the slit of his manhood, making him writhe in desperation, her touches were too much, yet not enough. — But you beg so beautifully, your lordship, I might just do that. — She whispered against the heated skin of his cheek, pleasure boiling under the surface.

— Do it, do it now. — The commanding tone slipped his lips, his natural impatience finally taking the best of him. Tilting her head condescendingly, he grabbed him by the cheeks, pressing her fingers into the soft skin until it hurt.

The young woman watched as regret slipped through his impatient eyes, brows united in fear that she would retreat, leaving him untouched, tied up, unable to get his release.

— Pardon me, my lord. But I don't believe I heard it right. — She paused, looking down at him, the pressure of her fingers against his cheeks making his jaw ache. — Say it again. — Asked Isabell, licking a strip in his lips, an encouragement, just like he gave her before.

— I need you . — Amadeo said, his accent thick with lust, a pinch of command in his request as she felt him flutter around her fingers.

Suddenly the look in her eyes softened, and a patronizing smile curved the corners of her lips.

— Since you asked so nicely. — The young Fernside said, a hoarse tone in her words. Kissing gently the tip of his sharp nose, and then his lips, she began stimulating him again. Her tongue appraising the sting of the bite she marked him with.

Moving her wrist and her fingers together, she feasted on him, swallowing his every moan, until he started twisting in her palm once more. Tired of teasing, and eager to appraise the ache in her core, she straddled his hips, pressing her palm in his shoulder as her fingers undid the knot that held his wrists. The reddened skin hot against hers when she slid over him, coating him with her arousal before comporting him in a warm embrace.

Each thrust of her hips against him brought more tears to his greenish eyes, Isabell had never seen such a beautiful sight. She circled her bud, seeing he couldn't take much more, and admired him one last time before he reached his peak inside her with a low growl. He arched his back almost completely off the sheets, his muscles too sore to be able to support their weight, an almost numb, feeling when her walls clenched around him.

Marion enters the room silently. She doesn’t dare to approach, her figure hidden by the folding screen when her eyes drink from their tired silhouettes.

His young pupil, having shown herself to be very devoted, confirmed the feeling that his ruse would work. She noticed Isabell's figure, pulling him up to her body, tangling her fingers in his hair, soothing him, a tangle of enamoured limbs amidst the sheets.

Seeing the weariness seeping into his muscles, Marion Bellaston decided to return to her chambers. Perhaps in the near future, she and Fellamar could share a bedroom again, with an extra pair of lips this time.

Out of the corner of her eye, young Isabell Fernside saw Lady Bellaston's figure slip away through the servants' passage, a smile curving her mouth one last time before weariness and Fellamar's arms carried her away.

It had worked, she reflected, the sweet subterfuge that was her lips.

[theroyalfanzine]

Queen Victoria’s Descendants (updated 2023)

If you see any mistakes or can offer info on something like “Child 1” or an unknown birth or death year, please let me know. The only non-living descendants I kept on this list were her children

Key

Bold names=Queen Victoria’s children

* Descendants are already listed elsewhere on this list or the ones who would follow said person Examples:  Mark Nicholas van Eyck should be followed by  Princess Dorothea of Hesse but she and her descendants are also descended elsewhere. Another examples are Queen Elizabeth II & The Duke of Edinburgh’s descendants and the descendants of Princess Sibylla of Saxe-Coburg und Gotha and   Prince Gustaf Adolf, Duke of Västerbotten  

** I’ve seen reports that she died in 2002, but no obituary. Any ideas?

Bold and Italics together on one name denotes this person is presently one of the 10 eldest lived persons of Queen Victoria (

Bold, Italics and underline on one name (Lady Pamela Hicks) denotes the current eldest living descendant of Queen Victoria

The Princess Victoria, Princess Royal, German Empress (1840-1901)

Friederike Thyra Marion Wilhelmine Dorothea von der Osten(1959)

Felicitas Catharini Malina Johanna von Reiche von Heinz (1986)

Victoria Cecilie Alexandra Josephine von Reiche (1989)

Donata Friederike Diana Sophie von Reiche (1992)

Hubertus Christoph Joachim Friedrich von der Osten (1964)

Cecilie Felicitas Katherina Sophie von der Osten (1967)

Julius Marxen (1998)

Victor Marxen ( 2002)

Diana Renata Friederike von Nostitz-Wallwitz (1974)

Child 1

Child 2 (2011)

Philip Kirill Prinz von Preußen (1968)

Paul Wilhelm  von Preußen (1995)

Maria Luise  von Preußen (1997)

Elisabeth Christine von Preußen (1998)

Anna Sophie  von Preußen (2001)

Johanna Amalie von Preußen (2002)

Timotheus Friedrich  von Preußen (2005)

Friedrich Wilhelm Prinz von Preußen (1979)

Friedrich Wilhelm  von Preußen (2012)

Charlotte von Preußen (born 201?)

Princess Viktoria-Luise von Preußen, Hereditary Princess of Leiningen (1982)

Princess Alexandra Ehrengard Viktoria Luise of Leiningen (2020)

Princess Feodora of Leiningen (2021)

Joachim Albrecht von Preußen (1984)

Georgina  von Preußen (2018)

Caspian  von Preußen (2018)

Michaela Prinzessin von Preußen (1967)

Child 1

Child 2

Nataly Prinzessin von Preußen (1970)

Princess Marie Cécile of Prussia (1942)

Kira-Marina Liepsner (1977)

Luise von Bismarck (unknown)

Sophie von Bismarck (unknown)

Georg Friedrich, Prince of Prussia (1976)

Prince Carl Friedrich Franz Alexander of Prussia (2013)

Prince Louis Ferdinand Christian Albrecht of Prussia (2013)

Princess Emma Marie Charlotte Sophie of Prussia (2015)

Prince Heinrich Albert Johann George of Prussia (2016)

Princess Cornelie-Cecile of Prussia (1978)

Prince Christian-Sigismund of Prussia ( 1946)

Isabelle-Alexandra Prinzessin von Preußen (1969)

Prince Christian Ludwig of Prussia (1986)

Princess Irina of Prussia (1988)

Patrick Edvard Christian Lithander(1973)

Pius Lithander ( 2005)

Hugo Lithander (2006)

Karl Lithander (2008)

Merle Lithander (2010)

Wilhelm Sebastian Lithander (1974)

Steen Lithander (2010)

Ebba Lithander (2012)

Princess Anastasia Victoria Cecilia Hermine of Prussia (1944)

Princess Augustina of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (1999)

Hereditary Prince Nicodemus of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2001)

Prince Laurentius of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2006)

Princess Kiliane Olympia of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2008)

Prince Hubertus of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (1968)

Prince Dominik Wilhelm  of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2001)

Prince Frederick Nicholas of Prussia (1946)

Beatrice von Preussen (1981)

Florence von Preussen (1983)

Sylvie Beatrice Selina Tollemache (2016)

Augusta von Preussen (1986)

Frederick (Fritz) Stormont von Preussen (1990)

Prince Andreas of Prussia ( 1947)

Tatiana von Preussen (1980)

Arthur Frederick Richard Womack von Preussen (2015)

Frederick Alexander von Preussen (1984)

Princess Victoria Marina of Prussia (1952)

George Jean Achache (1980)

Francis Maximilian Frederick Achache (1982)

Prince Rupert of Prussia (1955)

Brigid von Preussen (1983)

Astrid von Preussen (1985)

Princess Antonia of Prussia, The Duchess of Wellington (1955)

Arthur Wellesley, Earl of Mornington (1978)

Lady Mae Madeleine Wellesley (2010)

Arthur Darcy Wellesley, Viscount Wellesley (2010)

The Hon Alfred Wellesley (2014)

Lady Honor Wellesley (1979)

Walter Montagu (2005)

Nancy Jemima Montagu (2007)

Lady Mary Wellesley (1986)

Lady Charlotte Santo Domingo (1989)

Child 1 (2017)

Child 2 (2019)

Lord Frederick Wellesley (1992)

Kira Alexandrine Harris (1954)

Philip Louis Johnson (1985)

William John Engel (1983)

Dohna Maria Patterson (1954)

Princess Marie Louise Marina Franziska of Prussia (1945)

Countess Sophie Anastasia of Schönburg-Glauchau (1979)

Rudi Federico Nicolas Alacreu y Schönburg-Glauchau (2017)

Carlota Alacreu y Schönburg-Glauchau (2019)

Count Friedrich Wilhelm of Schönburg-Glauchau (1985)

Prince Adalbert Alexander Friedrich Joachim Christian (1948)

Prince Alexander of Prussia (1984)

Prince Christian of Prussia (1986)

Prince Philipp of Prussia (1986)

Princess Stephanie Viktoria-Luise of Prussia (1966)

Aaron Emanuel Bao (1994)

Shoshana Twahia Sophie Bao (1996)

Amir Joel Tumaini Bao (1998)

Seraphine Bao (2002)

Princess Viktoria-Benigna von Courland (1939)

Nikolaus Maximilian Ludwig Karl Ernst-Johann Maria, Baron von Twickel

Constantin Philipp Ludwig Friedrich von Twickel

Benedikta Elisabeth Ann Lucia von Twickel

Georg von Twickel  (unknown)

Kirryl von Twickel  (unknown)

Tassilo Heinrich Alexander, Baron von Twickel (unknown)

Antonius von Twickel (unknown)

Matilda Valentina Helga Benigna von Twickel (unknown)

Ernst-Johann, Prince Biron von Courland (1940)

Prince Michael Karl August Wilhelm Biron von Courland (1944)

Princess Veronika Biron von Courland (1970)

Prince Alexander Biron von Courland (1972)

Princess Stephanie Biron von Courland (1975)

Princess Donata-Viktoria of Prussia (1952)

Prince Wilhelm-Karl of Prussia  (1955)

Prince Oscar of Prussia (1959)

Prince Oskar of Prussia (1993)

Princess Wilhelmine of Prussia (1995)

Prince Albert  of Prussia (1998)

Prince Franz Wilhelm Victor Christoph Stephan of Prussia (1943)

Grand Duke George Mikhailovich of Russia (1981)

Prince    Alexander Georgievich Romanov of Russia (2022)

Prince Franz Friedrich Christian of Prussia (1944).

Alexandra Maria Prinzessin von Preussen (1960)

Désirée Anastasia Prinzessin von Preussen (1961)

Princess Marie of Hanover, Countess von Hochberg (1952)

Count Conrad von Hochburg (1985)

Count Georg von Hochburg (1987)

Prince Ernst August of Hanover (1954)

Hereditary Prince Ernest-August of Hanover(1983)

Princess Elisabeth Tatiana Maximiliana Iacobella Faiza of Hanover (2018)

Prince Welf August Johannes Ferdinand Karl Wilhelm Anthony Julio Mario of Hanover (2019)

Princess  Eleanora Dina Daniela Alexandra of Hanover (2021)

Prince Christian Heinrich of Hanover (1985)

Prince Nicolas of Hanover (2020)

Princess Sofia of Hanover (2020)

Princess Alexandra Charlotte Ulrike Marym Virginia of Hanover (1999)

Prince Otto Heinrich of Hanover (1988)  

Princess Olga Sophie  of Hanover (1958)

Princess Alexandra Irene of Hanover, Princess of Leiningen (1959)

Ferdinand, Hereditary Prince of Leiningen (1982)***

Princess Olga of Leiningen (1984)

Prince Hermann of Leiningen (1987)

Prince Leopold Konstantin Rainer Andreas of Leiningen (2019)

Prince Heinrich of Hanover (1961)

Prince Albert Thilo Ludwig Arndt of Hanover (1999)

Princess Eugenia of Hanover (2001)

Prince Julius of Hanover (2006)

Princess Saskia of Hanover (1970)

Son 1

Son 2

Son 3

Prince Georg of Hanover (1949)

Princess Vera of Hanover (1976)

Daughter 1

Daughter 2

Princess Nora of Hanover (1979)

Son 1

Son 2

Princess Friederike of Hanover (1954)

Julia Emma Cyr (1982)

Jean-Paul Welf Cyr (1985)

Queen Sofia of Spain (1938)

Infanta Elena of Spain, The Duchess of Lugo (1963)

Don Felipe Juan Froilán de Marichalar y de Borbón (1998)

Doña Victoria Federica  de Marichalar y de Borbón (2000)

The Infanta Cristina of Spain (1965)

Don Juan Valentín  de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (1999)

Don Pablo Nicolás Sebastián  de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (2000)

Don Miguel de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (2002),

Doña Irene de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (2005)

King Felipe VI of Spain (1968)

Leonor, The Princess of Asturias (2005)

The Infanta Sofia of Spain (2007)

Princess Alexia of Greece & Denmark (1965)

Arrietta Morales y de Grecia (2002)

Ana María Morales y de Grecia (2003)

Carlos Morales y de Grecia (2005)

Amelia Morales y de Grecia (2007)

Crown Prince Pavlos of Greece, Prince of Denmark (1967)

Princess Maria-Olympia of Greece & Denmark (1996)

Prince Constantine-Alexios of Greece & Denmark(1998)

Prince Achileas-Andreas of Greece & Denmark (2000)

Prince Odysseus-Kimon of Greece & Denmark (2004)

Prince Aristidis-Stavros of Greece & Denmark(2008)

Prince Nikolaos of Greece & Denmark (1969)

Princess Theodora of Greece & Denmark (1983)

Prince Philippos of Grecce & Denmark (1986)

Princess Irene of Greece & Denmark (1942)

Princess Caroline-Luise Mireille Irene Sophie of Hanover (1965)

Princess Mireille Viktoria Luise of Hanover (1971)

Duchess Donata of Mecklenburg (1956)

Thyra von Solodkoff (1989)

Alix von Solodkoff (1992)

Niklot von Solodkoff (1994)

Duchess Edwina of Mecklenburg (1960)

Ludwig von Posern (1996)

Paul von Posern (1997)

Ferdinand von Posern (1999)

Crown Princess Margareta, Custodian of the Royal Crown of Romania (1949)

Princess Elena of Romania (1950)

Nicholas de Roumanie Medforth-Mills (1985)

Iris Anna Cîrjan (2016)

Maria Alexandra de Roumanie Medforth-Mills (2020)

Mihai de Roumanie Medforth-Mills (2022)

Elisabeta-Karina de Romanie Medforth-Mills (1989)

Princess Sofia of Romania (1957)

Elisabeta-Maria Biarneix (1999)

Princess Irina of Romania (1953)

Michael Torsten Kreuger de Roumanie (1984)

Kohen Kreuger de Roumanie (2012)

Angelia Margareta Kreuger de Roumanie (1986)

Courtney Bianca Kreuger de Roumanie Knight (2007)

Diana Knight  Kreuger de Roumanie (2011)

Princess Maria of Romania (1964)

Princess Bianca of Savoy-Aosta (1966)

Viola Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (1991)

Vera Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga, Countess Martinoni Caleppio (1993)

Mafalda Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (1997)

Maddalena Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (2000)

Leonardo Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (2001)

Prince Aimone of Savoy-Aosta, Duke of Aosta (1967)

Prince Umberto of Savoy-Aosta, Prince of Piedmont(2009)

Prince Amedeo Michele of Savoy-Aosta, The Duke of the Abruzzi (2011)

Princess Isabella Vita Marina of Savoy-Aosta (2012)

Princess Mafalda of Savoy-Aosta (1969)

Nob. Anna Lombardo di San Chirico (2002)

Nob. Carlo Lombardo di San Chirico (2003)

Nob. Elena Lombardo di San Chirico (2004)

Ginevra Maria Gabriella van Ellinkhuizen (2006)

Sophie Eila Brandram- Voelcker (1981)

Maximillian Walter Voelcker (2018)

Alexander Paul Voelcker (2019)

Nicholas George Brandram (1982)

Alexia Katherine Brandram-Hicks (1985)

Theodora Katherine Anne Hicks (2019)

Frederick "Freddie" William Paul Hicks (2021)

Princess Mafalda of Hesse (1965)

Tatiana Galdo (1992)

Polissena Galdo (1993)

Count Cosmo Brachetti Peretti (2000)

Count Briano Brachetti Peretti (2002)

Donatus, Prince and Landgrave of Hesse (1966)

Princess Paulina of Hesse (2007)

Hereditary Prince Moritz of Hesse (2007)

Prince August of Hesse (2012)

Princess Elena Elisabeth Madeleine of Hesse (1967)

Madeleine Immacolata Tatiana Theresa Caiazzo (1999)

Prince Philip Robin of Hesse (1970)

Princess  Elena Margherita Lotti Christiane Elisabeth of Hesse (2006)

Prince Tito of Hesse (2008)

Princess Mafalda of Hesse (2014)

Princess Maria Tatiana ("Tania") of Yugoslavia (1957)

Sonja  Thune-Larsen (1992)

Olga Thune-Larsen (1995)

Helen Sophia van Eyck (1963)

Sascha Alexandra Sophia Harman (1986)

Pascale Olivia Harman (1989)

Mark Nicholas van Eyck (1966)

Princess Dorothea Charlotte Karin of Hesse (1934-2002?)**

Princess Marina Margarita of Windisch-Grätz (1960)

Réka Dorothea Sita Jakabffy (1988)

Sophia Magdolna Jakabffy (1989)

Princess Clarissa Elisabeth Fiore of Windisch-Grätz (1966)

Michel Jean Henri de Waele (1986)

Raphaël de Waele (2013)

Lucy de Waele (2015)

Mathieu Paul Philippe de Waele (1988)

Lizzie de Waele (2020)

Rubi Jade de Waele (1994)

Prince Karl Adolf Andreas of Hesse (1937)

Prince Christoph  of Hesse (1969)

Princess Irina of Hesse (1971)

Valentin Polycarp von Schönburg-Glauchau  (2005)

Prince Rainer Christoph Friedrich of Hesse (1939)

Princess Clarissa Alice of Hesse (1944)

Johanna von Hesse (1980)

The Prince Albert Edward, AKA Edward VII (1841-1910)

David Albert Charles Armstrong-Jones, 2nd Earl of Snowdon (1961)

Charles Patrick Inigo Armstrong-Jones, Viscount Linley (1999)

Lady Margarita Elizabeth Rose Alleyne Armstrong-Jones (2002)

The Lady Sarah Frances Elizabeth Chatto (1964)

Samuel David Benedict Chatto (1996)

Arthur Robert Nathaniel Chatto (1999)

David Henry George Lascelles , The 8th Earl of Harewood (1950)

Lady Emily Tsering Shard (1975)

Issac Shand (2009)

Ida Shand (2009)

Otis Shand (2011)

The Hon. Benjamin George Lascelles (1978)

Mateo Lacelles (2013)

Alexander Edgar Lascelles, Viscount Lascelles (1980)

Leo Cyrus Anthony Lascelles (2008)

The Honv Ivy Lascelles (2018)

The Hon. Kit Lascelles (2023)

The Hon. Edward David Lascelles (1982)

Sebastian Lascelles (2020)

The Honourable James Lascelles (1953)

Sophie Amber Lascelles- Pearce (1973)

Lilianda Pearce (2010)

Tanit Lascelles (1981)

Tewa Ziyane Robert George Lascelles (1985)

Fran Lascelles (2014)

Jeremy Lacelles (1955)

Thomas Robert Lascelles (1982)

Cleo Lascelles (2017)

Celeste Lascelles (2020)

Ellen Mary Lascelles (1984)

Jack Marley Hermans (2016)

Penny Moon Hermans (2018)

Amy Rose Lascelles (1986)

Marlow Fox Bolton (2020)  

Tallulah Grace Lascelles (2005)

The Hon. Mark Hubert Lascelles (1964)

Charlotte Patricia Lascelles (1996)

Imogen Mary Lascelles (1998)

Miranda Rose Lascelles (2000)

Henry Ulick Lascelles (1953)

Maximilian John Gerald Lascelles (1991)

Martin David Lascelles (1962)

Georgina Elizabeth Douet-Lascelles (1988)

Alexander Joshua Lascelles (2002)

Prince Richard Alexander Walter George, The Duke of Gloucester (1944)

Alexander Patrick Gregers Richard Windsor, The Earl of Ulster (1974)  

Xan Richard Anders Windsor, Lord Culloden (2007)

Lady Cosima Rose Alexandra Windsor (2010)

Lady Davina Elizabeth Alice Benedikte Windsor (1977)

Senna Kowhai Lewis (2010)

Tane Mahuta Lewis (2012)

Lady Rose Gilman (1980)

Lyla Beatrix Christabel Gilman (2010)

Rufus Gilman (2012)

Prince Edward George Nicholas Paul Patrick, The Duke of Kent (1935)

George Windsor, The Earl of St. Andrews (1962)

Edward, Lord Downpatrick (1988)

Lady Marina-Charlotte Windsor (1992)

Lady Amelia Windsor (1995)

Lady Helen Marina Lucy Taylor (1964)

Columbus George Donald Taylor (1994)

Cassius Edward Taylor (1996)

Eloise Olivia Katherine Taylor (2003)

Estella Olga Elizabeth Taylor (2004)

Lord Nicholas Charles Edward Jonathan Windsor (1970)

Albert Louis Philip Edward Windsor (2007)

Leopold Ernest Augustus Guelph Windsor (2009)

Louis Arthur Nicholas Felix Windsor (2014)

Princess Alexandra Helen Elizabeth Olga Christabel of Kent, The Hon. Lady Ogilvy (1936)

James Robert Bruce Ogilvy (1964)

Flora Alexandra Ogilvy-  Vesterberg    (1994)

Alexander Charles Ogilvy (1996)

Marina Victoria Alexandra Ogilvy (1966)

Zenouska May Mowatt (1990)

Christian Alexander Mowatt (1993)

Prince Michael George Charles Franklin of Kent (1942)

Lord Frederick  Michael George David Louis Windsor (1979)

Maud Elizabeth Daphne Marina Windsor (2013)

Isabella Alexandra May Windsor (2016)

Lady Gabriella  Marina Alexandra Ophelia Kingston (1981)

The Lady Alexandra Clare Carnegie (1959)

Amelia Mary Etherington (2001)

David Carnegie, 4th Duke of Fife (1961)

Charles Duff Carnegie, Earl of Southesk (1989)

The Lady Chloe Carnegie (2022)

Lord George William Carnegie (1991)

Lord Hugh Alexander Carnegie (1993)

Haakon Lorentzen (1954)

Olav Alexander Lorentzen (1985)

NN Lorentzen (2023)

Christian Frederik Lorentzen (1988)

NN Lorentzen (2022/23)

Sophia  Lorentzen (1994)

Ingeborg Lorentzen (1957)

Victoria Ragna Lorentzen Ribeiro (1988)

Frederik Sven Lorentzen Falcão (2016)

Alice Lorentzen Falcão (2022)

Ragnhild Alexandra Lorentzen (1968)

Alexandra Joyce Lorentzen Long (2007)

Elizabeth Patricia Lorentzen Long (2011)

Princess Astrid Maud Ingeborg, Mrs. Ferner (1932)**

Cathrine Ferner-Johansen (1962)

Sebastien Ferner Johansen (1990)

Nicoline Johansen (2019)

Ferdinand Johansen (2021)

Madeleine Ferner Johansen (1993)

Benedikte  Ferner- Stange (1963)

Alexander Ferner (1965)

Edward Ferner (1996)

Stella Ferner (1998)

Elizabeth Ferner- Beckmann (1969)

Benjamin Ferner Beckmann (1999)

Carl-Christian Ferner (1972)

Fay Ferner (2018)

Fam Ferner (2021)

King Harald V of Norway (1937)

Princess Märtha Louise of Norway (1971)

Maud Angelica Behn (2003)

Leah Isadora Behn (2005)

Emma  Tallulah Behn (2008)

Crown Prince Haakon of Norway (1973)

Princess Ingird Alexandra of Norway (2004)

Prince Sverre Magnus of Norway (2005)

The Princess Alice Maud Mary, Grand Duchess of Hesse and by Rhine (1843-1878)

Princess Cécile Marita Dorothea of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1967)

Philipp Gottfried Alexander, Prince of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1970)

Max Leopold Ernst Kraft Peter, Hereditary Prince of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (2005)

Prince Gustav Philipp Friedrich Alexander of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (2007)

Princess Marita Saskia Friedelinde Charlotte of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (2010)

Princess Xenia Margarita Anne of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1972)

Ferdinand Gabriele Kraft Soltmann (2005)

Louisa Marei Charlotte Soltmann (2008)

Prince Georg Andreas Heinrich of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1938)

Princess  Katharina Clementine Beatrix of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1972)

Princess Laetitia Antoinette Julia Tatjana Felicitas of Waldeck and Pyrmont (2003)

Princess Alexia Natalie Luise Tatjana Maresa of Waldeck and Pyrmont (2006)

Princess Tatianja Luise of Hohenlohe-Langburg (1975)

Carl Stephan (2012)

Wolf Stephan  (2013)

Prince Ludwig of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1976)

Prince Nikola of Yugoslavia (1958)

Princess Marija of Yugoslavia (1993)

Prince George of Yugoslavia (1984)

Prince Michael of Yugoslavia (1985)

Princess Natalija of Yugoslavia (2018)

Princess Isidora of Yugoslavia (2022)

Princess Katarina of Yugoslavia (1959)

Victoria Marie Esmé Margarita de Silva (1991)

Princess Marie Louise of Baden (1969)

Sophia Baker (2001)

Prince Bernhard, Margrave of Baden (1970)

Prince Leopold Bernhard of Baden (2002)

Prince Friedrich Bernhard of Baden (2004)

Prince Karl-Wilhelm Bernhard of Baden (2006)

Prince Leopold Max Christian Ludwig Clemens Hubert of Baden (1971)

Prince Michael Max Andreas of Baden (1976)

Prince Ludwig Wilhelm Georg Ernst Christoph of Baden (1937)

Princess Sophie Thyra Josephine Georgine Henriette of Baden (1975)

Prince Berthold Ernst-August Emich Rainer of Baden (1976)

Princess Hilda of Baden (2021)

Princess Aglaë Margarete Tatiana Mary of Baden (1981)

Princess Sophie, Princess of Greece & Denmark, Princess of Hesse, Princess of Hanover  (1914-2001)*

King Charles III of the United Kingdom (1947)

The Prince William Arthur Philip Louis, The Prince of Wales, The Duke of Cambridge (1981)

Prince George Alexander Louis of Wales (2013)

Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana of Wales (2015)

Prince Louis Arthur Charles of Wales (2018)

The Prince Henry Albert David, The Duke of Sussex (1984)

Prince Archie Harrison of Sussex (2019)

Princess Lilibet Diana of Sussex (2021)

The Princess Anne, The Princess Royal (1950)

Peter Mark Andrew Philips (1977)

Savannah Anne Kathleen Philips (2010)

Isla Elizabeth Philips (2012)

Zara Anne Elizabeth Philips-Tindall (1981)

Mia Grace Tindall (2014)

Lena Elizabeth Tindall (2018)

Lucas Philip Tindall (2021)

The Prince Andrew, The Duke of York (1960)

Princess Beatrice Elizabeth Mary, Countessa Mapelli-Mozzi (1988)’

Nob. Donna Sienna Maplli-Mozzi (2021)

Princess Eugenie Victoria Helena, Mrs. Jack Brooksbank (1990)

August Philip Hawke Brooksbank (2021)

Ernst George Ronnie Brooksbank (2023)

The Prince Edward, The Duke of Edinburgh (1964)

The Lady Louise Alice Elizabeth Mary Mountbatten-Windsor (2004)

James Alexander Philip Theo Mountbatten-Windsor, The Earl of Wessex (2007)

George Ivar Louis Mountbatten, 4th Marquess of Milford Haven (1961)

Lady Tatiana Helen Georgia Mountbatten (1990)

Henry (Harry) David Louis Mountbatten, Earl of Medina (1991)

Lord Ivar Alexander Michael Mountbatten  (1963)

Ella Louise Georgina Mountbatten (1996Alexandra Alix Nada Victoria Mountbatten (1998)

Louise Luli Xenia Rose Mountbatten (2002)

Norton Louis Philip Knatchbull, 3rd Earl Mountbatten of Burma (1947)

Nicholas Louis Charles Norton Knatchbull, Lord Brabourne (1981)

Lady Alexandra Victoria Edwina Diana Knatchbull-Hooper (1982)

Inigo Norton Sebastian Mountbatten Hooper (2017)

Alden Peter Theodore Mountbatten Hooper  (2020)

The Hon. Michael-John Ulick Knatchbull (1950)

Kelly Louise Doreen Knatchbull (1988)

Savannah Knatchbull (2001)

Lady Joanna Edwina Doreen Knatchbull (1955)

Eleuthera Roselyne Patricia Pernot du Breuil (1986)

Alexander Azriel John David Zuckerman (2002)

Lady Amanda Patricia Victoria Ellingworth (1957)

Luke Ellingworth (1991)Joseph Ellingworth (1992)

Louis Ellingworth (1995)

The Hon. Philip Wyndham Ashley Knatchbull (1961)

Daisy Isadora Louise Knatchbull (1992)

Frederick Michael Hubert Knatchbull (2003)

John Robin Rocky Knatchbull ( 2004)

The Hon. Timothy Nicholas Sean Knatchbull (1964)

Amber Diana Patricia Knatchbull (2000)

Milo Columbus John Knatchbull (2001)

Ludovic David Nicholas Knatchbull (2003)

Isla Selina Edwina Knatchbull (2005)

Wilhelmina "Willa" Victoria Agatha Knatchbull (2008)

Lady Pamela Carmen Louise Hicks (1929)**

Edwina Victoria Louise Hicks (1961)

Maddison May Brudenell (1994)

Daphne Modupe-Ojo (2016)

Phebe Modupe-Ojo (2018)

Jordon Anne Brudenell (1995)

Rowan Michael David Brudenell (2001)

Ashley Louis David Hicks (1963)

Angelica Margherita Edwina Hicks (1992)

Ambrosia Maria Elizabeth Hicks (1997)

Caspian Donald Hicks (2018)

Horatio Valentine Hicks (2019)

India Amanda Caroline Hicks (1967)

Felix Austen Flint Wood (1997)

Amory John Flint Wood (1999)

Conrad Lorenzo Flint Wood (2003)

Domino Carmen Flint Wood (2007)

The Prince Alfred, The Duke of Edinburgh, The Duke of Saxe-Coburg und Gotha (1844-1900)

Paul-Philippe Hohenzollern (1948)

Carol Ferdinand  Hohenzollern (2010)

Ion George Nicholas Alexander Lambrino Hohenzollern (1961)

Princess Melita Elisabeth Bathildis Helene Margarita of Leiningen (1951)

Prince  Karl Emich Nikolaus Friedrich Hermann of Leiningen (1952)

Princess Cécilia of Leiningen (1988)

Princess Theresa Anna Elisabeth of Leiningen (1992)

Prince Emich of Leiningen (2010)

Andreas, Prince of Leiningen (1955)*

Princess Stephanie Margarita of Leiningen (1958)

Prince Karl Boris Frank Markwart of Leiningen (1960)

Prince Nicholas of Leiningen (1991)

Prince Karl of Leiningen (2001)

Princess Julianna of Leiningen (2003)

Prince Hermann Friedrich Roland Fernando of Leiningen (1963)

Princess Tatiana  of Leiningen (1989)

Master August RenyoldsLeiningen (2021)

Princess Nadia of Leiningen (1991)

Master Thomas Baker Leiningen (2021)

Princess Alexandra of Leiningen (1997)

Princess Lavinia Marie of Yugoslavia (1961)

Nadya Marie Sidiropoulos  (1987)

Andrej Aristotle Sidiropoulos (1990)

Luca Orlando Christopher Prichard-Levy (2000)

Prince Karl Vladimir Cyril Andrej of Yugoslavia (1964)

Prince Dimitri Ivan Mihailo of Yugoslavia (1965)

Prince Friedrich Wilhelm Ferdinand Joseph Maria Manuel Georg Meinrad Fidelis Benedikt Michael Hubert of Hohenzollern (1952)

Prince Alexander Friedrich Antonius Johannes of Hohenzollern (1987)

Princess Philippa Marie Carolina Isabelle of Hohenzollern (1988)

Princess Flaminia Pia Eilika Stephanie of Hohenzollern, Baroness von Stipsicz de Ternova (1992)

Princess Antonia Elisabeth Georgina Tatiana of Hohenzollern (1995)

Prince Albrecht Johannes Hermann Meinrad Hubertus Michael Stephan of Hohenzollern (1954)

Princess Josephine Marie Isabelle Sophia Margarete of Hohenzollern (2002)

Princess Eugenia Bernadette Maria Theresia Esperanza of Hohenzollern (2005)

Prince Ferdinand of Hohenzollern (1959)

Prince Aloys Maria Friedrich Karl of Hohenzollern (1999)

Prince Fidelis Maria Anton Alexis Hans of Hohenzollern (2001)

Princess Victoria Margaritta Sielinde Johanna Isabella Maria of Hohenzollern (2004)

Princess Mechtilde Alexandra of Leiningen (1936)

Ulf-Karl Bauscher (1963)

Franka Silke Stephanie Bauscher (1996)

Erik Johann Berthold Bauscher (1998)

Lorenz Bauscher (2002)

Berthold Alexander Eric Bauscher (1965)

Johann Karl Joachim Fritz Markwart Bauscher (1971)

Donna Gerarda de Orléans-Borbón y Parodi-Delfino (1939)

Carla d'Orléans-Borbón Saint- de Haro y Fernández de Córdoba (1967)

Nicolás de Haro y Saint (2001)

Sofia de Haro y Saint  2004)Mateo de Haro y Saint (2007)

Marc d'Orléans-Borbón Saint (1969)

Christopher Saint-Campogna (1990)

Don Alfonso de Orleans-Borbón y Ferrara-Pignatelli, Duke of Galliera (1968)

Don Alonso Juan de Orleans-Borbón y Goeders (1994)

Don Alvaro de Orléans-Borbón y Ferrara-Pignatelli (1969)

Don Aiden de Orléans-Borbón y Acosta (2009)

Doña Amelia de Orléans-Borbón y Acosta (2017)

Donna Beatriz de Orléans-Borbón y Parodi-Delfino (1943)

Gerardo Alfonso dei Conti Farini (1967)

Luisa FariniAlessandra FariniElena Gioia dei Conti Farini (1969)

Claudia de Haro y Farini (2000)

Tomás de Haro y Farini (2003)

Elena Gioia dei Conti Farini (1969)

Claudia de Haro y Farini ( 2000)

Tomás de Haro y Farini (2003)

Don Alvaro-Jaime de Orléans-Borbón y Parodi-Delfino (1947)

Pilar de Orléans-Borbón y San Martino d'Agliè (1975)

Felix Henderson-Stewart (2007)

Louis Henderson-Stewart (2008)

Daria Henderson-Stewart (2009)

Xenia Henderson-Stewart (2011)

James Henderson-Stewart (2012)

Pedro Henderson-Stewart (2014)

Andrés de Orléans-Borbón y San Martino d'Agliè (1976)

Ines de Orleáns-Borbón y van Exter (2010)

Eugenia de Orleáns-Borbón y van Exter (2011)

Alois de Orléans-Borbón y San Martino d'Agliè (1979)

Alonso de Orléans y Solís (2010)Donna Eulalia de Orléans-Borbón y Rendina (2006)

The Princess Helena Augusta Victoria, Princess of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Augustenburg (1846-1923)

Princess Margaretha Désirée Victoria, Mrs. Ambler (1934)**

Baroness Sibylla Louise von Dincklage (1965)

Freiin Madeleine Charlotte Margarethe von Dincklage (1999)

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[ghostiebopper]

a side story i never finished

regarding violet, one of luca's younger sisters, and some ocs i havent mentioned before. warnings and such under the cut

as a note: this has been unedited for...a while. it's not up to my current standard, but i am interested in maybe revamping it at some point.

warnings: adult dude making bad decisions regarding a minor, but not in a sexual way? its not really about him, though, it's about violet, and her wanting to impress this older guy and thinking "hm, that's questionable, but it's probably fine!" and. it doesnt really have an ending...but i liked it enough to feel it was worth posting here.

again: there is no sexual content, i dont write about minors like that, thats not what the point is here. this does not include and is not about sexual assault or anything of the sort. it is about bad decisions, all around. reminder: harley is the adult in this scenario.

there is a make out scene but its not descriptive and its not meant to be like, gratifying, or sexy, it's more meant to illustrate that violet is experiencing something new and she's happy in that moment. it doesnt change the overarching intention of the narrative. things may seem okay at first but if you want my opinion, harley is more than old enough to know he's being nasty (and, for lack of a better word, stupid), and he still does everything here.

violet/seb/isabelle are 16, luca/marion are 18, harley is 20

harley's slimy af sorry

Seb—short for Sebastion—hasn’t been their friend for too long, but he has quickly managed to prove himself a worthy third co-conspirator in their deeds. He’s sarcastic, ironic, and he and Isabelle specifically hit it off big time.

Violet’s also his friend—but she knows her sister likes Seb more than that. She keeps telling her to go for it, but Izzy keeps making excuses. 

Now, Violet isn’t interested in Seb, per se, but...well. 

Sebastian has a brother.

A very attractive brother. And he’s more than that—he’s funny, and he’s cool, and he makes Violet feel all fluttery inside. His name is Harley. He’s four older than them—twenty—but still.

Anyway, Violet stayed after school today to get some help from a teacher, and then she finally gets to Seb’s, where the three of them had agreed to meet. Once Seb’s mom lets her in, Violet heads upstairs to his room.

She opens the door soundlessly, and she’s met with the sight of her twin and their mutual best friend sitting on the floor, kissing as they ignore their homework. Violet stares at them for a moment before, just as soundlessly, shutting the door and turning around before she heads back downstairs. 

Somebody owes her ten bucks.

As Violet heads for the front door, it opens, and Harley appears in front of her. He’s added lime green highlights to his dark brown hair.

“Oh! You’re...Violet, right?” he asks. Violet feels her heart start beating a little harder. 

He got which twin she was right!!

“Y-yeah, that’s me.” Violet says.

“You gotta go somewhere?” Harley asks, “Your sister isn’t with you.”

“Oh, no, um...she’s...they’re upstairs, and...um... Well, everyone already knew it was going to happen, anyway...” Violet says, her cheeks warming a little.

“Oh. Oh.” Harley says, “Damn...get it, little bro…” 

Violet snorts. “They got it.” she says. Harley laughs.

He goes quiet for a moment, seeming to be thinking. He’s sort of in Violet’s way, so she just sort of stands there and waits, feeling a bit awkward.

“Since they’re up there having their own fun, we should have some of our own. What do you say we drive uptown?” Harley asks.

A chance to be with the guy she likes??

“Okay.” Violet says easily. Harley takes her hand and leads her to his car, which is parked behind his mom’s in the garage. They get in, and Harley starts driving.

They have a nice time exploring everything there is to see, uptown. It’s especially fun to see Harley’s view of things—Violet finds herself smiling and laughing a lot. 

The sun starts to set.

“How about some dinner?” Harley asks. Violet accepts, and they sit down in a restaurant where they eat dinner. She’s sure to send a group text to her family letting them know she’s okay, but won’t be eating with them. She notices her phone is only at 3%—she doesn’t have her charger, either. She locks it and puts it away to conserve the battery.

Once they’ve eaten, they get back in the car. Violet expects Harley to drive her home, now—but he doesn’t go in that direction.

“I’m gonna have you meet some of my friends.” he says. Violet wants to say that she really needs to get home—she feels a little uneasy. 

But Harley knows what he’s doing, surely, and it’s a Friday night! 

It’s fine...right?

They’re driving for a while, talking about various things and listening to music. Finally, they arrive at some house. There are cars parked outside and music audible from the inside.

Harley leads Violet inside, where a party is taking place. There are tons of people, all standing around with red cups in their hands, with music blasting.

A brown-haired man with a red-haired girl on his arm approaches them.

“Yo, Harley! Who’s the girl?” The man asks.

“Charlie, Lyra, this is Violet. Violet, this is Charlie and Lyra, my friends from school.” Harley says.

“N-nice to meet you…” Violet says, feeling a little shy. She’s starting to get a faint feeling that she wishes Isabelle was there. 

“...whoa, is she a kid?” Lyra asks.

“So? She’s 16. She can handle this kind of thing.” Harley says, “Right, Vi?”

He called her Vi!

“Y-yeah! It’s cool. I’ve been to parties like this…”

At least, ones held by other kids… she thinks.

Harley takes her around, introducing her until he’s called into another room. She follows him, and finds some guy doing shots at the bar. He immediately looks at Harley and points at him before slamming down the empty shot glass he had in his other hand.

“You and me. Right now.” The guy says.

“Fuck yeah.” Harley says. Violet feels uneasy...should he be drinking if he’s going to be driving them home?

She stays quiet. Harley’s an adult, he knows what he can handle.

It’s fine.

She watches as a crowd gathers, and they drink. It’s vodka, of course—there are five lined up for them each.

“You trying to get me drunk, Beanie?” Harley asks.

“That depends on you.” Beanie says.

Violet watches as they drink. Harley comes out the victor, appearing just slightly impaired.

After, he pours Violet and himself cups of punch…"punch".

“Think you can handle big boy juice?” Harley asks.

“Of course.” Violet says, just a little hesitantly. She takes a sip and nearly spits it out.

She knows that if her Mother, Father, or Luca could see her, they would be so disappointed.

She sort of follows Harley around until she feels her phone ring. When it does, she sees that it’s already past midnight. Her curfew is at 11pm on Fridays.

Just as she goes to accept the call, her phone does dark, shutting itself off. She remembers it only had 3% battery left...it must not have been enough.

She finally works up the courage to get Harley’s attention, tugging on his sleeve.

“What’s up?” He asks.

“I need to get home. It’s past curfew and my family is probably getting worried. Someone tried to call me, but my phone died.” Violet says.

“Ah, we wouldn’t want anyone to think I kidnapped you or something...alright, give me a few minutes and we’ll hit the road.” Harley says, “Stay here.”

Violet sits on the couch, and watches Harley walk off into another room.

An hour passes. At least, it feels like an hour. She finally gets up and starts looking for him, and she finds him...at the bar.

“I’ll win next time.” Harley says, slurring a little.

This makes Violet super nervous. She goes up to him.

“Harley, can you still drive like this?” She asks. She’s panicking a little.

“I doubt a single person in this house is fit to drive. Let him sleep it off for a while.” Lyra says, “C’mon big boy, let’s take a nap.”

Violet follows them upstairs, and Harley gets right in bed.

“Violet.” He says, “C’mere. Lay down with me.” 

Violet can’t find it in herself to refuse. She leaves a good gap between them—but Harley takes her hand.

“You’re seriously one of the prettiest girls I’ve ever seen.” He says, obviously somewhat intoxicated. Violet blushes.

Harley falls asleep. And so does Violet, eventually.

When Violet wakes up, she’s warm. And something warm is around her. She opens her eyes to see Harley, and finds that he’s got his arms around her. 

She breaks out of them just enough to check the time. 4:27am.

She’s so fucked.

Violet sighs, laying back down. Harley stirs, then, and opens his eyes, looking right into hers. She feels her face warm. He puts a hand on her cheek, and she lets him kiss her. Her heart’s pounding in her chest.

“Is that ok?” Harley asks. Violet hesitates before nodding.

So he kisses her again. And again. And…

She’s never made out with anybody, really, but it’s making her feel warm and tingly. She likes it, she thinks.

And then she remembers the time, and pulls away.

“I really need to get home, Harley. My family doesn’t know where I am.” Violet says.

“Then come with me, my Princess, and I will return you to your door.” Harley says smoothly.

Harley finally drives her home, where there are lights still on. Harley walks Violet up to the door, which opens as they approach. 

Luca, their Mom, and Marion step out, and Luca is obviously angry, which immediately makes Violet feel terrible. Luca isn’t the angry type.

“Are you the reason my little sister has been missing all night?” Luca asks

“She’s old enough to handle herself.” Harley says, scoffing.

“Have you—have you been drinking?” Luca asks, “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Excuse me?” Harley says.

“Did he touch you?” Luca asks Violet. 

“Nothing happened that I couldn’t handle.” She says.

Luca nods, seeming to accept this, and then very suddenly punches Harley in the face, making those around him gasp.

“You piece of shit.” Luca says, “She’s 16!”

“Holy shit, Luca.” Marion says. He’s only seen Luca this upset on very specific occasions.

“What’s the difference between us and you and Marion?!” Violet demands.

“Me and Marion are the same age! We’re both adults!” Luca says, “You’re not legal, Violet!”

“Okay, okay! That’s enough!” Eve says, “Violet, sweetie, come inside and go to bed. We can talk more about this tomorrow, when your father comes home from his conference.” 

Eve takes Violet inside, but Luca hasn’t backed off yet.

“If I ever find you near my sister again, I swear to god, I will—” Luca starts, but Marion cuts him off.

“My boyfriend has been worried sick all night because you decided you wanted to fuck around with someone too young for you.” He says, “Grow up.”

Inside, Eve gently leads Violet to the stairs.

“Mom, I didn’t—“ Violet starts, but her mother holds up a hand.

“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Go get some sleep. I’ll deal with your brother.” Eve says.

“…okay.” Violet says.

She heads upstairs and quietly opens the door to her and Isabelle’s room. Isabelle herself is asleep in her bed with her phone in her hand.

Violet feels awful when she sees that she’s the one Izzy had been texting.

Violet quietly changes into a night shirt and finally plugs her phone in before going to bed.

yee.

does what i explained earlier make sense after all that?

anyway i had plans but i wasnt sure how to execute them. ill probably use this as a basis for something later but it needs...a lot of work. for one, why am i so bad at using adjectives and stuff?? thats a big critique i have regarding a lot of my work...

that's all for now!

[sainzfilm]

can i get an insta edit of charles revealing he has a whole family? like he’s a dad and reader + kids have been kept a secret from the press forever

a/n: aw this would be cute!!! hope you like this anon :)

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this is home - charles leclerc

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charles_leclerc i protect love, but it’s about time to let the world know about my beautiful family. ❤️ glad to have the off season exploring new places with them.

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carlossainz55 missing the pequeño ángel! regards to the wife, mate. can’t wait to see the family soon 😊

yourusername your godson’s been asking for his uncle “los” and aunt “sa” lately, you need to show up with isa soon

isahernaez we’ll come over soon for dinner when you come back for vacation 😉 missing that little rascal a lot!

lewishamilton lovely family, bud! hope you have a wonderful time 🤎

charles_leclerc thanks, lewis! would love for you to meet them soon :)

leclercupdates WHO WHAT WHEN WHERE 😭 charles’ caption…..raising the standards for real

chaleclerc16 im so happy for him!!!! he deserves so much happiness ❤️ we’re the leclerc protection squad now

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charles_leclerc mon bonheur, mon monde. few snaps from the vacation! everyone, meet jules anton hervé leclerc ❤️ my happiness, my world.

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alex_albon he’s grown up so quickly, jules looks so much like you now 😧

yourusername he acts like charles too. a literal clone of charles

georgerussell63 make him wear a banana suit for halloween Y/N!

charles_leclerc you should play goat simulator with him too, mate 😴

charlosbestboys so much cuteness in this slideshow 😭 the thumbs up photo owns my heart

cha16updates he looks so much like charles :( the cutest baby EVER

pierregasly need to see my godson soon, mate! send my regards to Y/N

charles_leclerc hope you’re ready because he’ll never stop talking your ear off

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charles_leclerc another addition to the leclerc’s. im finally a girl dad, thankful for my amazing wife for being so strong. meet marion isabel leclerc ❤️

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carlossainz55 congratulations, mate! so happy for you and Y/N, your little growing family ❤️

yourusername best believe the two of you are the godparents to marion

carlossainz55 you got it 😉 can’t wait to spoil the little one

estebanocon congratulations, charles and Y/N! you have such a lovely family 😊

charles_leclerc thanks a lot, mate ❤️

16lecupdates SO SO SO SO CUTE 😭 he’s finally a girl dad!!! such a beautiful family :)

lecsaiupdates im going to cry did she name the little angel after isa 😭 BEST FRIEND GOALS

yourusername yes i did 😉 wouldn’t have met cha if it wasnt for isa, she’s my other half :)

isahernaez ay, Y/N. don’t make me cry over here, i love you all three angels. not charles, carlos will get protective of his “bromance”

yourusername sure…bromance 🤨

charles_leclerc mon ange, im married to you. what are you talking about?

carlossainz55 charles sainz does have a good ring to it 😝

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15 Qs /15 Mutuals

Tagged by the inimitable @a-shakespearean-in-paris​ to answer some questions💕 thank you!

1. Are you named after anyone? 

Isabel Archer from The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James. My mom read it while she was pregnant with me and I recently read it. James is one of the few male writers who can write women, I highly recommend his work.  

2. When was the last time you cried? 

*scratches head* I’m so medicated man....but I think a few nights ago I got hit with one of those moods. I was thinking about a guy I really liked and kinda fucked it up with because I didn’t think I could go out with him because I didn’t find him very physically attractive so I just shut it down. But my feelings were deep. But then again maybe those feelings attached themselves to a creature of my own imagination? Who knows. I will probably be single forever. 

3. Do you have kids?

No. Not opposed to them. I hope one day I get to a point where I love someone and feel that I am emotionally and financially stable enough to bring another being into the world and nurture them. 

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I’d say yeah because 95% of my existence is a joke! 

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people? 

Just their general aura/vibes/energy. 

6. What’s your eye color? 

I’d say hazel. They’re a light brown with some green. 

7. Scary movies or happy endings? 

Happy endings. I’m a big sap for romance. I need the serotonin. 

8. Any special talents?

Making simple things complex! Not being mean to people when I want to! 

9. Where were you born? 

Illinois. My midwest accent is pretty egregious. 

10. What are your hobbies? 

Writing, gaming, embroidery, baking, listening to audiobooks/reading. 

11. Have you any pets? 

I live in a house full of cats but I consider two of them my Boys™

Hercule and Sokolov 🤍🖤🤍

12. What sports do you play/have you played? 

I don’t do physical activity. 

13. How tall are you? 

I wear heels a lot because I’m tired of being 5′2 😂

14. Favorite subject in school? 

English/Literature. 

15. Dream job? 

I just wanna live out west and write historical fiction romance novels 😭 But one thing I’m looking into is being a developmental editor. They fix story elements and structure issues in a manuscript and I think I would be really good at that. 

Tagging: 🍓 @shallow-gravy // @the-halo-of-my-memory // @rivetingrosie4 // @preciousgyro // @onewingedangels // @mary-marion // @pagonyban // @sternbagel // @stedebonnets // @actuallyhansolo // @ammihan // @miss--river // @galerion // @theashenphoenix // @raccoonscity​ and anyone else who wants to!

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through the 1570s to 1700 in England, the rankings of most popular names stayed almost completely the same, to the point where 70% of men were named John, Thomas, William, Richard, or Robert, and 70% of women were named Elizabeth, Joan, Margaret, Anne, Alice, Agnes, Isabel, Katherine, or Mary.

the sometimes very odd virtue or Biblical names (Bathsheba, Silence, Modesty) we associate with the Elizabethan era actually did not become a thing, even among Puritans, until the 1630s and 1640s, long after Elizabeth’s reign was over.

most english children at this time did not have middle names; this wouldn’t become common until long after the elizabethan era.

most popular english men’s names from the 1560s and 1570s:

John

Thomas

William

Robert

Richard

Henry

George

Edward

James

Francis

Nicholas

Ralph

Christopher

Anthony

Matthew

Edmund

Walter

Hugh

Andrew

Humphrey

Leonard

Martin

Simon

Peter

Philip

Stephen

Lawrence

Roger

Daniel

Michael

Samuel

Allen

Charles

Alexander

Gregory

Nathaniel

Abraham

Barnaby

Geoffrey

Reynold

Arthur

David

Fulke

Luke

Mathias

Tobias

Isaac

Jerome

Rowland

most popular english women’s names from the 1560s and 1570s:

Elizabeth

Joan

Margaret

Agnes

Alice

Anne

Mary

Jane

Catherine

Elinor

Isabel

Dorothy

Margery

Susanna

Ellen

Sarah

Clemence

Frances

Joyce

Bridget

Christian

Edith

Emma

Lucy

Martha

Marion

Cecily

Frideswide

Grace

Amy

Barbara

Rachel

Charity

Mabel

Millicent

Rose

Thomasin

Fortune

Gillian

Judith

Julian

Philippa

Audrey

Helen

Janet

Sybil

Ursula

Avis

Beatrice

Blanche

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A century of popular first names

1920:

Jean, André, Pierre, René, Marcel, Roger, Louis, Henri, Georges, Robert

Marie, Jeanne, Madeleine, Suzanne, Yvonne, Marcelle, Marguerite, Paulette, Renée, Denise

1930:

Jean, André, Pierre, René, Michel, Roger, Jacques, Robert, Marcel, Claude

Marie, Jacqueline, Jeannine, Jeanne, Denise, Yvette, Paulette, Monique, Simone, Ginette

1940:

Jean, Michel, Claude, André, Pierre, Jacques, Bernard, Gérard, Daniel, René

Marie, Monique, Nicole, Jacqueline, Françoise, Christiane, Jeannine, Colette, Josette, Yvette

1950:

Jean, Michel, Alain, Gérard, Bernard, Daniel, Christian, Jacques, Patrick, Claude

Marie, Martine, Françoise, Monique, Nicole, Chantal, Annie, Christiane, Jacqueline, Michèle

1960:

Philippe, Patrick, Jean, Pascal, Alain, Michel, Eric, Thierry, Christian, Didier

Catherine, Sylvie, Christine, Marie, Brigitte, Martine, Patricia, Françoise, Véronique, Isabelle

1970:

Christophe, Stéphane, Laurent, David, Olivier, Frédéric, Philippe, Eric, Franck, Thierry

Nathalie, Valérie, Sandrine, Isabelle, Sylvie, Sophie, Laurence, Christelle, Catherine, Véronique

1980:

Nicolas, Sébastien, Julien, David, Christophe, Cédric, Frédéric, Jérôme, Guillaume, Olivier

Céline, Émilie, Aurélie, Virginie, Stéphanie, Lætitia, Marie, Sabrina, Audrey, Sandrine

1990:

Kévin, Thomas, Julien, Nicolas, Alexandre, Jérémy, Anthony, Maxime, Romain, Guillaume

Élodie, Laura, Julie, Marine, Marie, Marion, Pauline, Aurélie, Camille, Mélanie

2000:

Thomas, Lucas, Théo, Hugo, Maxime, Nicolas, Quentin, Alexandre, Antoine, Clément

Léa, Manon, Camille, Chloé, Emma, Marie, Océane, Sarah, Laura, Mathilde

2010:

Nathan, Lucas, Enzo, Léo, Louis, Hugo, Gabriel, Ethan, Mathis, Jules

Emma, Léa, Chloé, Manon, Inès, Lola, Jade, Camille, Sarah, Louise

2020:

Gabriel, Raphaël, Léo, Louis, Lucas, Adam, Arthur, Hugo, Jules, Maël

Emma, Jade, Louise, Alice, Chloé, Lina, Rose, Léa, Anna, Mila

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Queen Victoria’s Descendants (LIVING DESCENDANTS ONLY)

If you see any mistakes or can offer info on something like “Child 1” or an unknown birth or death year, please let me know. The only non-living descendants I kept on this list were her children

Key

Bold names=Queen Victoria’s children

* Descendants are already listed elsewhere on this list or the ones who would follow said person Examples:  Mark Nicholas van Eyck should be followed by  Princess Dorothea of Hesse but she and her descendants are also descended elsewhere. Another examples are Queen Elizabeth II & The Duke of Edinburgh’s descendants and the descendants of Princess Sibylla of Saxe-Coburg und Gotha and  Prince Gustaf Adolf, Duke of Västerbotten

** I’ve seen reports that she died in 2002, but no obituary. Any ideas?

Bold and Italics together on one name denotes this person is presently the eldest and longest lived person of Queen Victoria (The Duke of Edinburgh)

The Princess Victoria, Princess Royal, German Empress (1840-1901)

Friederike Thyra Marion Wilhelmine Dorothea von der Osten(1959)

Felicitas Catharini Malina Johanna von Reiche von Heinz (1986)

Victoria Cecilie Alexandra Josephine von Reiche (1989)

Donata Friederike Diana Sophie von Reiche (1992)

Hubertus Christoph Joachim Friedrich von der Osten (1964)

Cecilie Felicitas Katherina Sophie von der Osten (1967)

Julius Marxen (1998)

Victor Marxen ( 2002)

Diana Renata Friederike von Nostitz-Wallwitz (1974)

Child 1

Child 2 (2011)

Princess Christa Friederike Alexandrine Viktoria of Prussia (1936)

Philip Kirill Prinz von Preußen (1968)

Paul Wilhelm  von Preußen (1995)

Maria Luise  von Preußen (1997)

Elisabeth Christine von Preußen (1998)

Anna Sophie  von Preußen (2001)

Johanna Amalie von Preußen (2002)

Timotheus Friedrich  von Preußen (2005)

Friedrich Wilhelm Prinz von Preußen (1979)

Friedrich Wilhelm  von Preußen (2012)

Charlotte von Preußen (born 201?)

Princess Viktoria-Luise von Preußen, Hereditary Princess of Leiningen (1982)

Princess Alexandra Ehrengard Viktoria Luise of Leiningen (2020)

Joachim Albrecht von Preußen (1984)

Georgina  von Preußen (2018)

Prince Michael of Prussia (1940-2014)

Michaela Prinzessin von Preußen (1967)

Child 1

Child 2

Nataly Prinzessin von Preußen (1970)

Princess Marie Cécile of Prussia (1942)

Kira-Marina Liepsner (1977)

Luise von Bismarck (unknown)

Sophie von Bismarck (unknown)

Georg Friedrich, Prince of Prussia (1976)

Prince Carl Friedrich Franz Alexander of Prussia (2013)

Prince Louis Ferdinand Christian Albrecht of Prussia (2013)

Princess Emma Marie Charlotte Sophie of Prussia (2015)

Prince Heinrich Albert Johann George of Prussia (2016)

Princess Cornelie-Cecile of Prussia (1978)

Prince Christian-Sigismund of Prussia ( 1946)

Isabelle-Alexandra Prinzessin von Preußen (1969)

Prince Christian Ludwig of Prussia (1986)

Princess Irina of Prussia (1988)

Patrick Edvard Christian Lithander(1973)

Pius Lithander ( 2005)

Hugo Lithander (2006)

Karl Lithander (2008)

Merle Lithander (2010)

Wilhelm Sebastian Lithander (1974)

Steen Lithander (2010)

Ebba Lithander (2012)

Princess Anastasia Victoria Cecilia Hermine of Prussia (1944)

Princess Augustina of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (1999)

Hereditary Prince Nicodemus of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2001)

Prince Laurentius of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2006)

Princess Kiliane Olympia of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2008)

Prince Hubertus of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (1968)

Prince Dominik Wilhelm  of Löwenstein-Wertheim-Rosenberg (2001) 

Prince Frederick Nicholas of Prussia (1946)

Beatrice von Preussen (1981)

Florence von Preussen (1983)

Sylvie Beatrice Selina Tollemache (2016)

Augusta von Preussen (1986)

Frederick (Fritz) Stormont von Preussen (1990)

Prince Andreas of Prussia ( 1947)

Tatiana von Preussen (1980)

Arthur Frederick Richard Womack von Preussen (2015)

Frederick Alexander von Preussen (1984)

Princess Victoria Marina of Prussia (1952)

George Jean Achache (1980)

Francis Maximilian Frederick Achache (1982)

Prince Rupert of Prussia (1955)

Brigid von Preussen (1983)

Astrid von Preussen (1985)

Princess Antonia of Prussia, The Duchess of Wellington (1955)

Arthur Wellesley, Earl of Mornington (1978)

Lady Mae Madeleine Wellesley (2010)

Arthur Darcy Wellesley, Viscount Wellesley (2010)

The Hon Alfred Wellesley (2014)

Lady Honor Wellesley (1979)

Walter Montagu (2005)

Nancy Jemima Montagu (2007)

Lady Mary Wellesley (1986)

Lady Charlotte Santo Domingo (1989)

Child 1 (2017)

Child 2 (2019)

Lord Frederick Wellesley (1992)

Kira Alexandrine Harris (1954)

Philip Louis Johnson (1985)

William John Engel (1983)

Dohna Maria Patterson (1954)

Princess Marie Louise Marina Franziska of Prussia (1945)

Countess Sophie Anastasia of Schönburg-Glauchau (1979)

Rudi Federico Nicolas Alacreu y Schönburg-Glauchau (2017)

Carlota Alacreu y Schönburg-Glauchau (2019)

Count Friedrich Wilhelm of Schönburg-Glauchau (1985)

Prince Adalbert Alexander Friedrich Joachim Christian (1948)

Prince Alexander of Prussia (1984)

Prince Christian of Prussia (1986)

Prince Philipp of Prussia (1986)

Princess Stephanie Viktoria-Luise of Prussia (1966)

Aaron Emanuel Bao (1994)

Shoshana Twahia Sophie Bao (1996)

Amir Joel Tumaini Bao (1998)

Seraphine Bao (2002)

Princess Viktoria-Benigna  von Courland (1939)

Nikolaus Maximilian Ludwig Karl Ernst-Johann Maria, Baron von Twickel

Constantin Philipp Ludwig Friedrich von Twickel

Benedikta Elisabeth Ann Lucia von Twickel

Georg von Twickel  (unknown)

Kirryl von Twickel  (unknown)

Tassilo Heinrich Alexander, Baron von Twickel (unknown)

Antonius von Twickel (unknown)

Matilda Valentina Helga Benigna von Twickel (unknown)

Ernst-Johann, Prince Biron von Courland (1940) 

Prince Michael Karl August Wilhelm Biron von Courland (1944)

Princess Veronika Biron von Courland (1970)

Prince Alexander Biron von Courland (1972)

Princess Stephanie Biron von Courland (1975)

Princess Donata-Viktoria of Prussia (1952)

Prince Wilhelm-Karl of Prussia  (1955)

Prince Oscar of Prussia (1959)

Prince Oskar of Prussia (1993)

Princess Wilhelmine of Prussia (1995)

Prince Albert  of Prussia (1998)

Prince Franz Wilhelm Victor Christoph Stephan of Prussia (1943)

Grand Duke George Mikhailovich of Russia (1981)

Prince Franz Friedrich Christian of Prussia (1944).

Alexandra Maria Prinzessin von Preussen (1960)

Désirée Anastasia Prinzessin von Preussen (1961)

Princess Marie of Hanover, Countess von Hochberg (1952)

Count Conrad von Hochburg (1985)

Count Georg von Hochburg (1987)

Prince Ernst August of Hanover (1954)

Hereditary Prince Ernest-August of Hanover(1983)

Princess Elisabeth Tatiana Maximiliana Iacobella Faiza of Hanover (2018)

Prince  Welf August Johannes of Hanover (2019)

Prince Christian Heinrich  of Hanover (1985)

Prince Nicolas of Hanover (2020)

Princess Sofia of Hanover (2020)

Princess Alexandra Charlotte Ulrike Marym Virginia of Hanover (1999)

Prince Otto Heinrich of Hanover (1988)  

Princess Olga Sophie  of Hanover (1958)

Princess Alexandra Irene of Hanover, Princess of Leiningen (1959)

Ferdinand, Hereditary Prince of Leiningen (1982)***

Princess Olga of Leiningen (1984)

Prince Hermann of Leiningen (1987)

Prince Leopold Konstantin Rainer Andreas of Leiningen (2019)

Prince Heinrich of Hanover (1961)

Prince Albert Thilo Ludwig Arndt of Hanover (1999)

Princess Eugenia of Hanover (2001)

Prince Julius of Hanover (2006)

Prince George William of Hanover (1915-2006)

Princess Saskia of Hanover (1970)

Son 1

Son 2

Son 3

Prince Georg of Hanover (1949)

Princess Vera of Hanover (1976)

Daughter 1

Daughter 2

Princess Nora of Hanover (1979)

Son 1

Son 2

Princess Friederike of Hanover (1954)

Julia Emma Cyr (1982)

Jean-Paul Welf Cyr (1985)

Queen Sofia of Spain (1938)

Infanta Elena of Spain, The Duchess of Lugo (1963)

Don Felipe Juan Froilán de Marichalar y de Borbón (1998)

Doña Victoria Federica  de Marichalar y de Borbón (2000)

The Infanta Cristina of Spain (1965)

Don Juan Valentín  de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (1999)

Don Pablo Nicolás Sebastián  de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (2000)

Don Miguel de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (2002),

Doña Irene de Urdangarin  y de Borbón (2005)

King Felipe VI of Spain (1968)

Leonor, The Princess of Asturias (2005)

The Infanta Sofia of Spain (2007)

King Constantine II of The Hellenes (1940)

Princess Alexia of Greece & Denmark (1965)

Arrietta Morales y de Grecia (2002)

Ana María Morales y de Grecia (2003)

Carlos Morales y de Grecia (2005)

Amelia Morales y de Grecia (2007)

Crown Prince Pavlos of Greece, Prince of Denmark (1967)

Princess Maria-Olympia of Greece & Denmark (1996)

Prince Constantine-Alexios of Greece & Denmark(1998)

Prince Achileas-Andreas of Greece & Denmark (2000)

Prince Odysseus-Kimon of Greece & Denmark (2004)

Prince Aristidis-Stavros of Greece & Denmark(2008)

Prince Nikolaos of Greece & Denmark (1969)

Princess Theodora of Greece & Denmark (1983)

Prince Philippos of Grecce & Denmark (1986)

Princess Irene of Greece & Denmark (1942)

Princess Caroline-Luise Mireille Irene Sophie of Hanover (1965)

Princess Mireille Viktoria Luise of Hanover (1971)

Duchess Donata of Mecklenburg (1956)

Thyra von Solodkoff (1989)

Alix von Solodkoff (1992)

Niklot von Solodkoff (1994)

Duchess Edwina of Mecklenburg (1960)

Ludwig von Posern (1996)

Paul von Posern (1997)

Ferdinand von Posern (1999)

Crown Princess Margareta, Custodian of the Royal Crown of Romania (1949)

Princess Elena of Romania (1950)

Nicholas de Roumanie Medforth-Mills (1985)

Iris Anna Cîrjan (2016)

Maria-Alexandra de Roumanie Medforth-Mills (2020)

Elisabeta-Karina de Romanie Medforth-Mills (1989)

Princess Sofia of Romania (1957)

Elisabeta-Maria Biarneix (1999)

Irina Walker (1953)

Michael Torsten Kreuger de Roumanie (1984)

Kohen  Kreuger de Roumanie (2012)

Angelia Margareta  Kreuger de Roumanie (1986)

Courtney Bianca Kreuger de Roumanie Knight (2007)

Diana Knight  Kreuger de Roumanie (2011)

Princess Maria of Romania (1964)

Prince  Amedeo Umberto of Savoy-Aosta (1943)

Princess Bianca of Savoy-Aosta (1966)

Viola Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (1991)

Vera Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (1993)

Mafalda Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (1997)

Maddalena Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (2000)

Leonardo Arrivabene-Valenti-Gonzaga (2001)

Prince Aimone of Savoy-Aosta, Duke of Aosta (1967)

Prince Umberto of Savoy-Aosta, Prince of Piedmont(2009)

Prince Amedeo Michele of Savoy-Aosta, The Duke of the Abruzzi (2011)

Princess Isabella Vita Marina of Savoy-Aosta (2012)

Princess Mafalda of Savoy-Aosta (1969)

Nob. Anna Lombardo di San Chirico (2002)

Nob. Carlo Lombardo di San Chirico (2003)

Nob. Elena Lombardo di San Chirico (2004)

Ginevra Maria Gabriella van Ellinkhuizen (2006)

Sophie Eila Brandram- Voelcker (1981)

Maximillian Walter Voelcker (2018)

Alexander Paul Voelcker (2019)

Nicholas George Brandram (1982)

Alexia Katherine Brandram-Hicks (1985)

Theodora Katherine Anne Hicks (2019)

Princess Mafalda of Hesse (1965)

Tatiana Galdo (1992)

Polissena Galdo (1993)

Count Cosmo Brachetti Peretti (2000)

Count Briano Brachetti Peretti (2002)

Donatus, Prince and Landgrave of Hesse (1966)

Princess Paulina of Hesse (2007)

Hereditary Prince Moritz of Hesse (2007)

Prince August of Hesse (2012)

Princess Elena Elisabeth Madeleine of Hesse (1967)

Madeleine Immacolata Tatiana Theresa Caiazzo (1999)

Prince Philip Robin of Hesse (1970)

Princess  Elena Margherita Lotti Christiane Elisabeth of Hesse (2006)

Prince Tito of Hesse (2008)

Princess Mafalda of Hesse (2014)

Princess Maria Tatiana ("Tania") of Yugoslavia (1957)

Sonja  Thune-Larsen (1992)

Olga Thune-Larsen (1995)

Helen Sophia van Eyck (1963)

Sascha Alexandra Sophia Harman (1986)

Pascale Olivia Harman (1989)

Mark Nicholas van Eyck (1966)

Princess Dorothea Charlotte Karin of Hesse (1934-2002?)**

Princess Marina Margarita of Windisch-Grätz (1960)

Réka Dorothea Sita Jakabffy (1988)

Sophia Magdolna Jakabffy (1989)

Princess Clarissa Elisabeth Fiore of Windisch-Grätz (1966)

Michel Jean Henri de Waele (1986)

Raphaël de Waele (2013)

Lucy de Waele (2015)

Mathieu Paul Philippe de Waele (1988)

Lizzie de Waele (2020)

Rubi Jade de Waele (1994)

Prince Karl Adolf Andreas of Hesse (1937)

Prince Christoph  of Hesse (1969)

Princess Irina of Hesse (1971)

Valentin Polycarp von Schönburg-Glauchau  (2005)

Prince Rainer Christoph Friedrich of Hesse (1939)

Princess Clarissa Alice of Hesse (1944)

Johanna von Hesse (1980)

The Prince Albert Edward, AKA Edward VII (1841-1910)

The Princess Elizabeth Alexandra Mary AKA Queen Elizabeth II (1926)*

David Albert Charles Armstrong-Jones, 2nd Earl of Snowdon (1961) 

Charles Patrick Inigo Armstrong-Jones, Viscount Linley (1999)

Lady Margarita Elizabeth Rose Alleyne Armstrong-Jones (2002)

The Lady Sarah Frances Elizabeth Chatto (1964)

Samuel David Benedict Chatto (1996)

Arthur Robert Nathaniel Chatto (1999)

David Henry George Lascelles , The 8th Earl of Harewood (1950)

Lady Emily Tsering Shard (1975)

Issac Shand (2009)

Ida Shand (2009)

Otis Shand (2011)

The Hon. Benjamin George Lascelles (1978)

Mateo Lacelles (2013)

Alexander Edgar Lascelles, Viscount Lascelles (1980)

Leo Cyrus Anthony Lascelles (2008)

The Hon  Ivy Lascelles (2018)

The Hon. Edward David Lascelles (1982)

The Honourable James Lascelles (1953)

Sophie Amber Lascelles- Pearce (1973)

Lilianda Pearce (2010)

Tanit Lascelles (1981)

Tewa Ziyane Robert George Lascelles (1985)

Son 1 (2014)

The Hon. Mark Hubert Lascelles (1964)

Charlotte Patricia Lascelles (1996)

Imogen Mary Lascelles (1998)

Miranda Rose Lascelles (2000)

Gerald David Lascelles (1924-1998)

Henry Ulick Lascelles (1953)

Maximilian John Gerald Lascelles (1991)

Martin David Lascelles (1962)

Georgina Elizabeth Douet-Lascelles (1988)

Alexander Joshua Lascelles (2002)

Prince Richard Alexander Walter George, The Duke of Gloucester (1944)

Alexander Patrick Gregers Richard Windsor, The Earl of Ulster (1974)  

Xan Richard Anders Windsor, Lord Culloden (2007)

Lady Cosima Rose Alexandra Windsor (2010)

Lady Davina Elizabeth Alice Benedikte Windsor (1977)

Senna Kowhai Lewis (2010)

Tane Mahuta Lewis (2012)

Lady Rose Gilman (1980)

Lyla Beatrix Christabel Gilman (2010)

Rufus Gilman (2012)

Prince Edward, The Duke of Kent (1935)

George Windsor, The Earl of St. Andrews (1962)

Edward, Lord Downpatrick (1988)

Lady Marina-Charlotte Windsor (1992)

Lady Amelia Windsor (1995)

Lady Helen Marina Lucy Taylor (1964)

Columbus George Donald Taylor (1994)

Cassius Edward Taylor (1996)

Eloise Olivia Katherine Taylor (2003)

Estella Olga Elizabeth Taylor (2004)

Lord Nicholas Charles Edward Jonathan Windsor (1970)

Albert Louis Philip Edward Windsor (2007)

Leopold Ernest Augustus Guelph Windsor (2009)

Louis Arthur Nicholas Felix Windsor (2014)

Lord Patrick Windsor (1977-1977)

Princess Alexandra Helen Elizabeth Olga Christabel of Kent, The Hon. Lady Ogilvy (1936)

James Robert Bruce Ogilvy (1964)

Flora Alexandra Ogilvy (1994)

Alexander Charles Ogilvy (1996)

Marina Victoria Alexandra Ogilvy (1966)

Zenouska May Mowatt (1990)

Christian Alexander Mowatt (1993)

Prince Michael  George Charles Franklin of Kent (1942)

Lord Frederick  Michael George David Louis Windsor (1979)

Maud Elizabeth Daphne Marina Windsor (2013)

Isabella Alexandra May Windsor (2016)

Lady Gabriella  Marina Alexandra Ophelia Kingston (1981)

The Lady Alexandra Clare Carnegie (1959)

Amelia Mary Etherington (2001)

David Carnegie, 4th Duke of Fife (1961)

Charles Duff Carnegie, Earl of Southesk (1989)

Lord George William Carnegie (1991)

Lord Hugh Alexander Carnegie (1993)

Haakon Lorentzen (1954)

Olav Alexander Lorentzen (1985)

Christian Frederik Lorentzen (1988)

Sophia  Lorentzen (1994)

Ingeborg Lorentzen (1957)

Victoria Ragna Lorentzen Ribeiro (1988)

Frederik Sven Lorentzen Falcão (2016)

Ragnhild Alexandra Lorentzen (1968)

Alexandra Joyce Lorentzen Long (2007)

Elizabeth Patricia Lorentzen Long (2011)

Princess Astrid Maud Ingeborg, Mrs. Ferner (1932)

Cathrine Ferner-Johansen (1962)

Sebastien Ferner Johansen (1990)

Nicoline Johansen (2019)

Madeleine Ferner Johansen (1993)

Benedikte  Ferner- Stange (1963)

Alexander Ferner (1965)

Edward Ferner (1996)

Stella Ferner (1998)

Elizabeth Ferner- Beckmann (1969)

Benjamin Ferner Beckmann (1999)

Carl-Christian Ferner (1972)

Fay Ferner (2018)

King Harald V of Norway (1937)

Princess Märtha Louise of Norway (1971)

Maud Angelica Behn (2003)

Leah Isadora Behn (2005)

Emma  Tallulah Behn (2008)

Crown Prince Haakon of Norway (1973)

Princess Ingird Alexandra of Norway (2004)

Prince Sverre Magnus of Norway (2005)

The Princess Alice Maud Mary, Grand Duchess of Hesse and by Rhine (1843-1878)

Princess Cécile Marita Dorothea of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1967)

Philipp Gottfried Alexander, Prince ofHohenlohe-Langenburg (1970)

Max Leopold Ernst Kraft Peter, Hereditary Prince of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (2005)

Prince Gustav Philipp Friedrich Alexander of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (2007)

Princess Marita Saskia Friedelinde Charlotte of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (2010)

Princess Xenia Margarita Anne of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1972)

Ferdinand Gabriele Kraft Soltmann (2005)

Louisa Marei Charlotte Soltmann (2008)

Prince Georg Andreas Heinrich of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1938)

Princess  Katharina Clementine Beatrix of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1972)

Princess Laetitia Antoinette Julia Tatjana Felicitas of Waldeck and Pyrmont (2003)

Princess Alexia Natalie Luise Tatjana Maresa of Waldeck and Pyrmont (2006)

Princess Tatianja Luise of Hohenlohe-Langburg (1975)

Carl Stephan (2012)

Wolf Stephan  (2013)

Prince Ludwig of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1976)

Prince Nikola of Yugoslavia (1958)

Princess Marija of Yugoslavia (1993)

Princess Katarina of Yugoslavia (1959)

Victoria Marie Esmé Margarita de Silva (1991)

Prince Maximilian Andreas Friedrich Gustav Ernst August Bernhard , Margrave of Baden (1933)

Princess Marie Louise of Baden (1969)

Sophia Baker (2001)

Prince Bernhard of Baden (1970)

Prince Leopold Bernhard of Baden (2002)

Prince Friedrich Bernhard of Baden (2004)

Prince Karl-Wilhelm Bernhard of Baden (2006)

Prince Leopold Max Christian Ludwig Clemens Hubert of Baden (1971)

Prince Michael Max Andreas of Baden (1976)

Prince Ludwig Wilhelm Georg Ernst Christoph of Baden (1937)

Princess Sophie Thyra Josephine Georgine Henriette of Baden (1975)

Prince Berthold Ernst-August Emich Rainer of Baden (1976)

Princess Aglaë Margarete Tatiana Mary of Baden (1981)

Princess Sophie, Princess of Greece & Denmark, Princess of Hesse, Princess of Hanover  (1914-2001)*

Prince Philip, The Duke of Edinburgh (1921)

The Prince Charles Arthur of Wales(1947)

Prince William Arthur Philip Louis, The Duke of Cambridge (1981)

Prince George Alexander Louis of Cambridge (2013)

Princess Charlotte Elizabeth Diana of Cambridge (2015)

Prince Louis Arthur Charles of Cambridge (2018)

Prince Henry Albert David, The Duke of Sussex (1984)

Archie Harrison Mountbatten-Windsor (2019)

The Princess Anne, The Princess Royal (1950)

Peter Mark Andrew Philips (1977)

Savannah Anne Kathleen Philips (2010)

Isla Elizabeth Philips (2012)

Zara Anne Elizabeth Philips-Tindall (1981)

Mia Grace Tindall (2014)

Lena Elizabeth Tindall (2018)

The Prince Andrew, The Duke of York (1960)

Princess Beatrice Elizabeth Mary, Countessa Mapelli-Mozzi (1988)

Princess Eugenie Victoria Helena, Mrs. Jack Brooksbank (1990)

The Prince Edward, The Earl of Wessex (1964)

The Lady Louise Alice Elizabeth Mary Mountbatten-Windsor (2004)

James Alexander Philip Theo Mountbatten-Windsor, Viscount Svern (2007)

George Ivar Louis Mountbatten, 4th Marquess of Milford Haven (1961)

Lady Tatiana Helen Georgia Mountbatten (1990)

Henry (Harry) David Louis Mountbatten, Earl of Medina (1991)

Lord Ivar Alexander Michael Mountbatten  (1963)

Ella Louise Georgina Mountbatten (1996Alexandra Alix Nada Victoria Mountbatten (1998) 

Louise Luli Xenia Rose Mountbatten (2002)

Norton Louis Philip Knatchbull, 3rd Earl Mountbatten of Burma (1947)

Nicholas Louis Charles Norton Knatchbull, Lord Brabourne (1981)

Lady Alexandra Victoria Edwina Diana Knatchbull-Hooper (1982)

Inigo Norton Sebastian Mountbatten Hooper (2017)

Alden Peter Theodore Mountbatten Hooper  (2020)

The Hon. Michael-John Ulick Knatchbull (1950)

Kelly Louise Doreen Knatchbull (1988) 

Savannah Knatchbull (2001)

Lady Joanna Edwina Doreen Knatchbull (1955)

Eleuthera Roselyne Patricia Pernot du Breuil (1986)

Alexander Azriel John David Zuckerman (2002)

Lady Amanda Patricia Victoria Ellingworth (1957)

Luke Ellingworth (1991)Joseph Ellingworth (1992)

Louis Ellingworth (1995)

The Hon. Philip Wyndham Ashley Knatchbull (1961)

Daisy Isadora Louise Knatchbull (1992)

Frederick Michael Hubert Knatchbull (2003)

John Robin Rocky Knatchbull ( 2004)

The Hon. Timothy Nicholas Sean Knatchbull (1964)

Amber Diana Patricia Knatchbull (2000)

Milo Columbus John Knatchbull (2001)

Ludovic David Nicholas Knatchbull (2003)

Isla Selina Edwina Knatchbull (2005)

Wilhelmina "Willa" Victoria Agatha Knatchbull (2008)

Lady Pamela Carmen Louise Hicks (1929)

Edwina Victoria Louise Hicks (1961)

Maddison May Brudenell (1994)

Daphne Modupe-Ojo (2016)

Phebe Modupe-Ojo (2018)

Jordon Anne Brudenell (1995)

Rowan Michael David Brudenell (2001)

Ashley Louis David Hicks (1963)

Angelica Margherita Edwina Hicks (1992)

Ambrosia Maria Elizabeth Hicks (1997)

Caspian Donald Hicks (2018) 

Horatio Valentine Hicks (2019)

India Amanda Caroline Hicks (1967)

Felix Austen Flint Wood (1997)

Amory John Flint Wood (1999)

Conrad Lorenzo Flint Wood (2003)

Domino Carmen Flint Wood (2007)

The Prince Alfred, The Duke of Edinburgh, The Duke of Saxe-Coburg und Gotha (1844-1900)

Paul-Philippe Hohenzollern (1948) 

Carol Ferdinand  Hohenzollern (2010)

 Ion George Nicholas Alexander Lambrino Hohenzollern (1961)

Princess Melita Elisabeth Bathildis Helene Margarita of Leiningen (1951)

Prince  Karl Emich Nikolaus Friedrich Hermann of Leiningen (1952)

Princess Cécilia of Leiningen (1988) 

Princess Theresa Anna Elisabeth of Leiningen (1992) 

Prince Emich of Leiningen (2010)

Andreas, Prince of Leiningen (1955)*

Princess Stephanie Margarita of Leiningen (1958)

Prince Karl Boris Frank Markwart of Leiningen (1960) 

Prince Nicholas of Leiningen (1991)

Prince Karl of Leiningen (2001)

Princess Julianna of Leiningen (2003)

Prince Hermann Friedrich Roland Fernando of Leiningen (1963)

Princess Tatiana  of Leiningen (1989)

Princess Nadia of Leiningen (1991)

Princess Alexandra of Leiningen (1997)

Princess Lavinia Marie of Yugoslavia (1961)

Nadya Marie Sidiropoulos  (1987)

Andrej Aristotle Sidiropoulos (1990)

Luca Orlando Christopher Prichard-Levy (2000)

Prince Karl Vladimir Cyril Andrej of Yugoslavia (1964)

Prince Dimitri Ivan Mihailo of Yugoslavia (1965)

Prince Friedrich Wilhelm Ferdinand Joseph Maria Manuel Georg Meinrad Fidelis Benedikt Michael Hubert of Hohenzollern (1952)

Prince Alexander Friedrich Antonius Johannes of Hohenzollern (1987)

Princess Philippa Marie Carolina Isabelle of Hohenzollern (1988)

Princess Flaminia Pia Eilika Stephanie of Hohenzollern, Baroness von Stipsicz de Ternova (1992)

Princess Antonia Elisabeth Georgina Tatiana of Hohenzollern (1995)

Prince Albrecht Johannes Hermann Meinrad Hubertus Michael Stephan of Hohenzollern (1954)

Princess Josephine Marie Isabelle Sophia Margarete of Hohenzollern (2002)

Princess Eugenia Bernadette Maria Theresia Esperanza of Hohenzollern (2005)

Prince Ferdinand of Hohenzollern (1959)

Prince Aloys Maria Friedrich Karl of Hohenzollern (1999)

Prince Fidelis Maria Anton Alexis Hans of Hohenzollern (2001)

Princess  Victoria Margaritta Sielinde Johanna Isabella Maria of Hohenzollern (2004)

Princess Mechtilde Alexandra of Leiningen (1936)

Ulf-Karl Bauscher (1963)

Franka Silke Stephanie Bauscher (1996)

Erik Johann Berthold Bauscher (1998)

Lorenz Bauscher (2002) 

Berthold Alexander Eric Bauscher (1965) 

Johann Karl Joachim Fritz Markwart Bauscher (1971)

Gottfried Hermann Alfred Paul Maximilian Viktor , 8th Prince of Hohenlohe-Langenburg (1897-1960)**

Donna Gerarda de Orléans-Borbón y Parodi-Delfino (1939)Carla d'Orléans-Borbón Saint- de Haro y Fernández de Córdoba (1967)

Nicolás de Haro y Saint (2001)

Sofia de Haro y Saint  2004)Mateo de Haro y Saint (2007)

Marc d'Orléans-Borbón Saint (1969)Christopher Saint-Campogna (1990)

Don Alfonso de Orleans-Borbón y Ferrara-Pignatelli, Duke of Galliera (1968)

Don Alonso Juan de Orleans-Borbón y Goeders (1994)

Don Alvaro de Orléans-Borbón y Ferrara-Pignatelli (1969)

Don Aiden de Orléans-Borbón y Acosta (2009)

Doña Amelia de Orléans-Borbón y Acosta (2017)

Donna Beatriz de Orléans-Borbón y Parodi-Delfino (1943)

Gerardo Alfonso dei Conti Farini (1967)

Luisa FariniAlessandra FariniElena Gioia dei Conti Farini (1969)

Claudia de Haro y Farini (2000)

Tomás de Haro y Farini (2003)

Elena Gioia dei Conti Farini (1969)

Claudia de Haro y Farini ( 2000)

Tomás de Haro y Farini (2003)

Don Alvaro-Jaime de Orléans-Borbón y Parodi-Delfino (1947)

Pilar de Orléans-Borbón y San Martino d'Agliè (1975)

Felix Henderson-Stewart (2007)

Louis Henderson-Stewart (2008)

Daria Henderson-Stewart (2009)

Xenia Henderson-Stewart (2011)

James Henderson-Stewart (2012)

Pedro Henderson-Stewart (2014)

Andrés de Orléans-Borbón y San Martino d'Agliè (1976)

Ines de Orleáns-Borbón y van Exter (2010)

Eugenia de Orleáns-Borbón y van Exter (2011)

Alois de Orléans-Borbón y San Martino d'Agliè (1979)

Alonso de Orléans y Solís (2010)Donna Eulalia de Orléans-Borbón y Rendina (2006)

The Princess Helena Augusta Victoria, Princess of Schleswig-Holstein-Sonderburg-Augustenburg (1846-1923) 

The Princess Louise Caroline Alberta, The Duchess of Argyll (1848-1939)

The Prince Arthur William Patrick Albert; ,Duke of Connaught and Strathearn (1850-1942)

Princess Margaretha Désirée Victoria, Mrs. Ambler (1934)

Baroness Sibylla Louise von Dincklage (1965)

Freiin Madeleine Charlotte Margarethe von Dincklage (1999)

Sebastian Eric Henning Freiherr von Dincklage (2000)

Charles Edward Ambler (1966)

Sienna Rose Ambler (2000)

India Tani Ambler (2003)

James Patrick Ambler (1969)

Lily Elektra Ambler(2003)

Oscar Rufus Ambler (2004)

Princess Birgitta Ingeborg Alice of Sweden, Princess of Hohenzollern (1937)

Prince Carl Christian of Hohenzollern (1962)Prince Nicolas Johann Georg Maria of Hohenzollern (1999)

Princess Désirée of Hohenzollern (1963)

Hereditary Count Carl-Theodor Georg Philipp Maria of Ortenburg (1992)

Count Frederik Hubertus Ferdinand Maria of Ortenburg (1995)

Countess Carolina Maria Franziska Christina Stephanie of Ortenburg(1997)

Prince Hubertus of Hohenzollern (1966)

Princess Désirée Elisabeth Sibylla,  Baroness Silfverschiöld (1938)

Baron Carl Otto Edmund Silfverschiöld (1965)

Anna Margareta Sybilla Désirée Silfverschiold (2006)

Baroness Kristina-Louise Silfverschiold (1966)

Estelle Louise Désirée Gerard, Friherinna de Greer af Finspäng(2000)

Ian Carl Gerard, Friherre de Greer af Finspäng (2002)

Fred Louis Gerard, Friherre de Greer af Finspäng (2004)

Baroness Hélène Ingeborg Sibylla Silfverschiold, Baroness Silfverschiold (1968)

Princess Christina Louise Helena, Mrs. Magnuson (1943)

Carl Gustaf Victor Magnusson (1975)

Désirée Elfrida Christina Magnuson (2014)

Tord Oscar Fredrik Magnusson (1977)

Albert Magnusson (unknown year)

Henri Magnusson (unknown year)

Victor Edmund Lennart Magnusson (1980)Edmund Magnuson (2012)

Sigvard Magnuson (2015)

King Carl XVI Gustaf  Folke Hubertus of Sweden (1946)

Crown Princess Victoria  Ingrid Alice Désirée of Sweden, The Duchess of  Västergötland (1977)

Princess Estelle Silvia Ewa Mary of Sweden, The Duchess of  Östergötland (2012)

Prince Oscar Carl Olof of Sweden, The Duke of  Skåne (2016)

Prince Carl Philip Edmund Bertil of Sweden, The Duke of  Värmland (1979)

Prince Alexander Erik Hubertus Bertil, The Duke of Södermanland (2016)

Prince Gabriel Carl Walther, The Duke of Dalarna (2017)

Princess Madeline of Sweden, The Duchess of Hälsingland and Gästrikland (1982)

Princess Leonore Lilian Maria, The Duchess of Gotland (2014)

Prince Nicolas Paul Gustaf ,The Duke of Angermanland (2015)

Princess Adrienne Josephine Alice, The Duchess of Blekinge (2018)

Michael  Alexander Sigvard Bernadotte  (1944)

Kajsa Michaele Sophia Bernadotte, Countess af Wisborg (1980)

Daughter (year unknown)

Queen Margrethe II Alexandrine Þórhildur Ingrid of Denmark (1940)

Crown Prince Frederik André Henrik Christian of Denmark (1968)

Prince Christian Valdemar Henri John of Denmark (2005)

Princess Isabella Henrietta Ingrid Margrethe of Denmark (2007)

Prince Vincent Frederik Minik Alexander of Denmark (2011)

Princess Josephine Sophia Ivalo Mathilda of Denmark (2011)

Prince Joachim Holger Waldemar Christian of Denmark (1969)

Prince Nikolai William Alexander Fredrick of Denmark (1999)

Prince Felix Henrik Valdemar Christian of Denmark (2002)

Prince Henrik Carl Jochim Alin of Denmark (2009)

Princess Athena Marguerite Françoise Marie of Denmark (2012)

Princess Benedikte Astird Ingeborg Ingrid of Denmark, Princess of Sayn-Wittgenstein-Berleburg (1944)

Gustav, 7th Prince of Sayn-Wittengenstein-Berleburg (1969)

Princess Alexandra of Sayn-Wittengenstein-Berleburg, Countess Ahlefeldt-Laurvig-Bille (1970)

Count Fredrich von Pfeil und Klein-Ellguth (1999)

Countess Ingrid Alexandra von Pfeil und Klein-Ellguth (2003)

Princess Nathalie of Sayn-Wittengenstein-Berleburg (1975)

Master Konstantin Gustav Heinrich Richard Johannsmann (2010)

Miss Louisa Margareta Benedikte Hanna Johannsmann (2015)

Queen Anne-Marie of Greece (1946)

Princess Alexia of Greece and Denmark (1965)

Miss Arrietta Morales y de Grecia (2002)

Miss Ana María Morales y de Grecia (2003)

Mr. Carlos Morales y de Grecia (2005)

Amelia Morales y de Grecia (2007)

Crown Prince Pavlos of Greece & Denmark (1968)

Princess Maria Olympia of Greece & Denmark (1996)

Prince Constantine-Alexios of Greece & Denmark(1998)

Prince Achileas-Andreas of Greece & Denmark(2000)

Prince Odysseus-Kimon of Greece & Denmark(2004)

Prince Aristidis-Stavros of Greece & Denmark (2008)

Prince Nikolas of Greece & Denmark (1969)

Prince Theodora of Greece & Denmark (1983)

Prince Philippos of Greece & Denmark (1986)

Katharine Ingrid Mary Isabel Fraser, Mistress of Saltoun (1957)

Louise Alexandra Patricia Nicolson (1984)

Rory Thomas Malise Morshead (2015)

Frederick Charles Merlin Morshead (2018)

Juliet Victoria Katharine Nicolson (1988)

Albert Alexander Gordon Rood (2018)

Alexander William Malise Fraser (1990)

The Hon. Alice Elizabeth Margaret Ramsay (1961)

Alexander David Ramsey (1991)Victoria Alice Ramsey (1994)

George Arthur Oliver Henry Ramsey (1995)

Oliver Henry Ramsey (1995)

Hon. Elizabeth Alexandra Mary Ramsay of Mar (1963)

The Prince Leopold George Duncan Albert  , Duke of Albany (1853-1844) 

Anne Mary Sibylla Abel Smith (1932) 

Ian Richard Peregrine Liddell-Grainger of Ayton (1959)

Peter Richard Liddell-Grainger (1987)

Sophie Victoria Liddell-Grainger (1988)

May Alexandra Liddell-Grainger (1992)

Charles Montagu Liddell-Grainger (1960)

Simon Rupert Liddell-Grainger (1962)

Alice Mary Liddell-Grainger (1965)

Danilo Pietro Panaggio (1996)

Jessica Alice Panaggio (1998)

Malcom Henry Liddell-Grainger (1967)

Cameron Henry Liddell-Grainger (1997)

Katherine Emma Abel-Smith (1961)

Amelia May Beaumont Murray (1983)

Matilda Alice Murray (2012)

Archibald Peregrine Murray(2012)

George Wentworth Beaumont (1985)

Richard Christian Beaumont (1989)

Michael Patrick Beaumont (1991)

Elizabeth Alice Abel Smith (1936)

Princess  Caroline Mathilde Adelheid Sibylla Marianne Erika von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1933)

Margarethe-Brigitte Nielsen (1954)

Grandchild 1

Grandchild 2

Renate Christine Nielsen (1957)

Prince Hubertus von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1961)

Prince Sebastian Hubertus of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1994)

Princess Victoria Feodora Monika of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1963)

Prince Falk  of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1990)

Princess Sophie of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (2000)

Prince Carl-Eduard Wilhelm Josias of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1966)

Princess Emilia Lucia Josefina of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1999)

Princess Johanna Carlotta Sophia of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (2004)

Prince Friedrich Ferdinand-Christian Georg Ernst Albert of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1968) 

Prince Nicolaus of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1987)

Princess Alice-Sybilla Calma Beatrice of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1974)

Matthias Reiser (1999)

Carolin Monika Maria Reiser (2000)

Prince Peter Albert Friedrich Josias von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1939)

Prince Peter von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1964)

Prince Malte von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1990)

Prince Malte Georg von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1966)

Count Bertram Friedrich zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1932)

Count Dominik zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1965)

Count Michael zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1967)

Countess Anne-Charlotte Catharina Victoria zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1962)

Henrik Michael Frederik zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1982)

Patrick Martin Conradin Rappu (1987)

Richard Valdemar Rappu (1989)

Fredrik Carl Anton Rappu (1990)

Count Carl-Eduard Friedrich Hubertus zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1964)

Countess Sarah zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1999)

Count Markus zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (2004)

Countess Viktoria Adelheid of Castell-Rüdenhausen (1935)

Alice Louise Esther Margot Huntington-Whiteley (1961)

Henry Alexander Sewell (1988)Benjamin Leopold Sewell (1990)

Beatrice Helena Victoria Irene Huntington-Whiteley (1962)

Frederick Francis Thomas Augustus Grant (1999)

Ludovic William Hubertus Miles Grant (2002)

Count Hesso Fridrich zu Castell-Rüdenhausen (1940)

Calma Barbara Schnirring (1938)

Sascha Nikolaus Herbertus Berger (1960)

Tristan Lee Berger (1984)

Nicole Calma Berger (1984)

Richard Darrell Berger (1962)

Richard Jonathan Ross Wheeler Berger (1985)

Rachel Kathryn Faye Berger (2000)

Riley Emily Erin Berger (2001)

Victor Dean Berger (1963)

Mary Katherine Berger Jacobs (1985)

Samuel Clinton Berger (1965)

Wesley Berger (1967)

Maximilian Elias Berger (2001)

David Charles Berger (1968)

Dagmar Schnirring (1940)Maria-Valeska Walz (1965)

Amilia Sofia Evangellatos (2002)

Andreas Michael Friedrich Hans Armin Siegfried Hubertus , Prince of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Duke of Saxony (1943)

Princess Stephanie Sibylla of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1972) 

 Hubertus Michael, Hereditary Prince of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha, Duke of Saxony (1975) 

Princess Katharina Victoria Elizabeth Cheryl of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (2014)

Prince Philipp Hubertus Andreas Christian of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (2015)

Princess Madeleine Aurelia Viktoria Carin of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (2017)

Prince Alexander Philip of Saxe-Coburg and Gotha (1977)

Maria Christine Sibylla Schäfer (1972)

Gian Martin Martens (2001)

Aimée Martens (2003)

Louis Martens (2006)

Gianetta Antonia Schäfer (1975)

Princess Beatrice Charlotte von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1951)

Princess  Marie Alexandra von Sachsen-Meiningen (1978)

Prince Constantin von Sachsen-Meiningen (1980)

Prince Simon von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1985)

Prince Daniel von Sachsen-Coburg und Gotha (1988)

The Princess Beatrice Mary Victoria Feodore , Princess  of Battenberg (1857-1944)

Robin Alexander Bryan  (1957)

Faith Bryan (1979)

Edward Curtis Houle (1979)

Elijah Alexander Bryan (1995)

Don Luis Alfonso Gonzalo Víctor Manuel de Borbón y Martínez-Bordiú (1974)

Princess Eugénie de Bourbon (2007)

Prince Louis de Bourbon, Duke of Burgundy (2010)

Prince Alfonso de Bourbon, Duke of Berry (2010)

Prince Henri de Bourbon, Duke of Touraine (2019)

Stephanie Michelle de Borbón (1968)

Nicholas Stefano Alessandro de Borbon McMasters (1994)

Christian Alfonso de Borbon McMasters (1995)

Jaime Sebastian McMasters de Borbon (1996)

Richard Carl McMasters III (1998)

Alexander Leandro Joaquin Gonzalo McMasters de Borbon (2004)

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oc profiles

this is not for the au im working on but just the "general" canon information

Name: Marion Alexander Harlequin Age: 18~25 (depends on verse but typically speaking about 24 or 25) Gender: Male (trans) Birthday: 6/6 Height: 5'5"

Appearance: Short blonde hair and deeply blue eyes. He's relatively petite. He likes feminine and masculine clothes, but usually dresses more masculinity in silhouette.

About: His IQ is 153 but he’s a huge dumbass. He’s bad at reading people and that plus his own cockiness gets him into trouble frequently. He’s confident and charming, and absolutely in no way perfect. He has a high threshold to push himself. He’s very intelligent, but he’s like that through both natural gifts and hard work. He likes machines and tinkering, inventing, and fixing things, as well as bright colors and soft feminine things. He can and will physically fight you.

He is a mechanical engineer, and has a Bachelor's of Engineering degree and a Master's of Engineering degree.

Marion is very feminine, including in the name he has and his appearance. He embraces this whole-heartedly. His femininity is not a consequence of his transness. He would still be feminine if he wasn't transgender.

He was raised by a widowed father, Samuel Harlequin, and grew up with a younger sister about eight years younger than him named Rosemary (Rosie). They have a strong relationship, and Marion is very protective of both of them. His father is a lawyer.

Marion's mother passed away a few years after Rosemary was born, though I haven't ironed out the details yet.

Name: Luca James Wolfe Age: 18~25 (depends on verse but typically speaking about 24 or 25) Gender: Male Birthday: 11/23 Height: 6'

Appearance: Hazel eyes and long dreadlocks. He has two piercings on each ear and a piercing on his nose. Usually paints his nails.

About: Luca is a kind person. He's generous and good at cheerleading. He's very patient, though maybe not the best at setting boundaries. The kind of person who gets bullied into opening a rewards card they won't use but still end up paying for. Emotionally intelligent and a good people reader, but also just a genuinely gentle person. However, he can be protective of the people he loves, and he does have the capacity to get angry if provoked enough (or in the right way). Strong morals, but tries not to judge people harshly.

He is a public school teacher. He has a Bachelor of Education.

He was raised by both his mother, Eve Wolfe, and his father, Forrest Wolfe. His mother works in pediatrics, and his father is a police officer. He has six (yes, six) sisters and is the middle child and only boy. Three sisters are older, three sisters are younger, and there are two sets of twins.

Luca's sisters are:

Savannah and Sahara Wolfe (oldest, 8 years older than Luca)

Luyu Wolfe (2-4 years older than Luca)

Isabelle and Violet Wolfe (2-4 years younger than Luca)

Georgia Wolfe ("Gigi", 8 years younger than Luca)

Some cute art from 2022, by me.

a commission I had done in January by hachibani! (yes, i did watermark it)

I'll post more about their friends/family/etc later!

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Luca Guadagnino, Margaret Atwood, Pedro Almodóvar, Ed Harris & More Sign Letter Of Solidarity For Polish LGBT+ Rights

A wide group of global entertainment figures have signed a letter supporting the Polish LGBT+ community in the face of growing controversy in the country.

On Tuesday, the government stepped in to support the Polish town of Tuchow, which recently lost financial support from the EU after it set up a ‘LGBT-free’ zone. The authorities said they were “supporting a municipality that has a pro-family agenda”; the decision has provoked angry responses around the world. On August 8, authorities detained 48 people at a reportedly peaceful pro-LGBT+ protest.

The responses now include an open letter signed by a cross-section of notable figures from film, literature and further afield, including the Oscar-winning director Pedro Almodóvar and Oscar-nominated Luca Guadagnino, the Nobel Prize-winning author Olga Tokarczuk, The Handmaid’s Tale writer Margaret Atwood, and Polish filmmakers Agnieszka Holland and Jan Komasa.

The letter, published on the website wyborcza.pl, states that homophobia in Poland is growing because of the incumbent socially conservative government, which it claims is using LGBT+ groups as a “scapegoat”. The letter is addressed to European Commission president Ursula von der Leyen and calls on the organization to step in and “defend core European values” of “equality, non-discrimination, respect for minorities” which it says are being “blatantly violated in Poland”.

You can read the full letter and see the signatories below.

Dear Dr. von der Leyen:

We, the undersigned, express our outrage at repressions directed against the LGBT+ community in Poland. We speak out in solidarity with activists and their allies, who are being detained, brutalized, and intimidated. We voice our grave concern about the future of democracy in Poland, a country with an admirable history of resistance to totalitarianism and struggle for freedom.

On Friday, 7 August 2020, 48 persons were arrested in Warsaw – in some cases quite brutally – and detained on the grounds that they had participated in a violent illegal gathering. In fact, they were engaged in a peaceful protest in solidarity with an LGBT+ activist named Margot, who had been arrested for damaging a homophobic campaigner’s van. Her group had also placed rainbow flags over statues, including a statue of Christ. These actions were neither “hooliganism” nor “provocations,” as Poland’s government-run media insist, but rather desperate acts of resistance against degrading homophobic hate speech. The van is one of many similar vehicles parading outrageous claims around the cities of Poland: equating homosexuality with pedophilia, and asserting that gays are the source of diseases and a threat to children. Efforts to stop this well-funded hate campaign by legal means had led to nothing.

The broader context is the persistent use of anti-LGBT+ rhetoric by Polish politicians and media, attacks against “LGBT ideology” in the recent presidential campaign, preceded by the emergence in many municipalities and districts of “zones free of LGBT ideology,” allegedly defending the safety of families and children, and last year’s violent attacks against Equality March in Białystok. Homophobic aggression in Poland is growing because it is condoned by the ruling party, which has chosen sexual minorities as a scapegoat with no regard for the safety and well-being of citizens. Margot is, in fact, a political prisoner, held captive for her refusal to accept indignity.

We call on the Polish government to stop targeting sexual minorities, to stop supporting organizations that spread homophobia and to hold accountable those who are responsible for unlawful and violent arrests of August 7, 2020.

We call on the European Commission to take immediate steps to defend core European values – equality, non-discrimination, respect for minorities – which are being blatantly violated in Poland. LGBT+ rights are human rights and must be defended as such.

Naja Marie Aidt, writer, Danish language Pedro Almodóvar, film director, Spain Jakuta Alikavazovic, writer, France Margaret Atwood, writer, Canada Paul Auster, writer, USA John Banville, writer, Ireland Sebastian Barry, writer, Ireland Judith Butler, philosopher, USA Sophie Calle, writer and artist, France John Maxwell Coetzee, writer, South Africa Isabel Coixet, director, Spain Stephen Daldry, director, UK Jean-Baptiste Del Amo, writer, France Lucas Dhont, director, Belgium Marion Döring, director of European Film Academy Cynthia Enloe, political scientist, USA Anne Enright, writer, Ireland Ildiko Enyedi, director, Hungary Richard Flanagan, writer, Australia Barbara Frey, theatre and opera director, Switzerland/Austria Timothy Garton Ash, historian, UK Agnieszka Graff, americanist, Poland Luca Guadagnino, director, Italy Miron Hackenbeck, dramaturg, Germany Ed Harris, actor, director USA Aleksander Hemon, writer, Bosnia/USA Agnieszka Holland, director, Poland Siri Hustvedt, writer, USA Isabelle Huppert, actress, France Aki Kaurismäki, director, Finland Padraic Kenney, historian, USA Jan Komasa, director, Poland Ivan Krastev, political scientist, Bulgaria Jan Kubik, political scientist, UK Sidi Larbi Cherkaoui, choreographer, Belgium Yorgos Lanthimos, director, Greece Andrzej Leder, philosopher, Poland Jacek Leociak, historian, Poland Jonathan Littell, writer, France Mike Leigh, director, UK Deborah Levi, writer, UK Edouard Louis, writer, France Sergei Loznitsa, director, Germany/Ukraine Valeria Luiselli, writer, USA Dorota Masłowska, writer, Poland Hisham Matar, writer, USA Ulrich Matthes, actor, Germany Ian McEwan, writer, UK Lina Meruane, writer, Chile Teona Mitevska, director, North Macedonia Chantal Mouffe, philosopher, Belgium James Norton, actor, UK Claus Offe, sociologist, Germany Paweł Pawlikowski, director, Poland Richard Powers, writer, USA Axel Ranisch, filmmaker and opera director, Germany Keith Ridgway, writer, Ireland Philippe Sands, lawyer and writer, UK Volker Schlöndorff, director, Germany Marci Shore, historian, USA Stellan Skarsgaard, actor, Sweden Leila Slimani, writer, France Timothy Snyder, historian, USA Johanna ter Steege, actress, the Netherlands Dariusz Stola, historian, Poland Małgorzata Szczęśniak, stage designer, Poland Małgorzata Szumowska, director, Poland Colm Toibin, writer, Ireland Olga Tokarczuk, writer, Poland Alia Trabucco Zerán, writer, Chile Fien Troch, director, Belgium Jan Vandenhouwe, artistic director and opera dramaturg, Belgium Krzysztof Warlikowski, theater director, Poland/France Beau Willimon, playwright, screenwriter, USA Adam Zagajewski, poet, Poland Slavoj Žižek, philosopher, Slovenia

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what are your favourite actresses?

Oh, anon. That's a very broad question (for me). I love tons of actresses for a variety of reasons.

Hm, to name a few:

Isabelle Huppert, Emmanuelle Riva, Smita Patil, Kinuyo Tanaka, Isabelle Adjani, Kati Outinen, Anna Magnani, Gena Rowlands, Shabana Azmi, Marion Cotillard, Machiko Kyō, Leila Hatami, Juliette Binoche, Irène Jacob, Hedieh Tehrani, Taraneh Alidoosti, Paulina Garcia, Jeon Do-yeon, Danielle Darrieux, Ingrid Thulin, Anouk Aimée, Setsuko Hara, Jeanne Moreau, Viola Davis, Hideko Takamine, Daniela Vega, Kim Hya-ja, Maggie Cheung, Sônia Braga, Carmiña Martínez, Catherine Deneuve, Katharine Hepburn, Bette Davis, Judi Dench, Glenn Close, Maggie Smith, Barbara Sukowa, Liv Ullmann, Carmen Maura, Giulietta Masina, Kim Min-hee, Tilda Swinton, Zhao Tao, Fereshteh Sadre Orafaee, Jadwiga Jankowska-Cieślak, Holly Hunter, Norma Aleandro, Helen Mirren, Samal Yeslyamova, Jana Brejchová, Hanna Schygulla, Renée Jeanne Falconetti...and many more.

[fnafandfriends]

Aaaalrighty finished the book so here’s my thoughts.

Overall, I think that step closer is my favorite one from the series so far! Maybe it’s because there was less death and two out of three had happy endings and I’m a sucker for that stuff but I liked it. Anyway onto what I’m using for my au

Step closer: okay this one surprisingly doesn’t change much other than the context and the ending. This takes place at the freddys archive, (which is just the main Freddy’s this au takes place at) and Instead of foxy being the one to seemingly put the curse on Pete, it’s a demon pirate (when I say demon in my au context I just mean a spirit with hella bad vibes who causes problems on purpose, not beings from hell) said demon was hiding from Marion in the back when Pete and his brother snuck in for that whole scare scene, foxy was having mantinence done and saw this kid being a bully and was like “okay that’s not cool” and decided to spook the kid to sort of get back at him for being a bully, he did the whole “you gotta loose an arm and an eye to be a pirate” thing and the demon was like “oh? What a great idea!” And attached himself to Pete thus giving him the bad luck he has. The story follows the book (though the seeing foxy in the mirror and dreams was just his brain messing with him, the pirate demon was red and had a hook so he assumed it was foxy) up until the end, Pete narrowly avoids the truck and meets chuck at Freddy’s. They have a sibling bonding moment and resolve to fight foxy so they go to confront him and foxy is all like “laddie! What ye be doing here so late? And what happened to Ye face? How’d you get hurt??” And is just being generaly a sweetheart and is worried about the kids. This confuses them obviously and when they ask about the whole curse thing foxy is even more confused. Then Marionette shows up and is like “DEMON! LEAVE THIS CHILD AT ONCE!” And then the pirate reveales himself like a final boss and Marion fights the guy, foxy pulls the kids away from the brawl and just breaks and apologizes because he didn’t want Pete to get hurt he just wanted to spook him because he was being a brat. So they somewhat talk it out and figure out the full story while Marion shouts profanities at a demon. Marion defeats it and banishes it thus releasing Pete from the curse. Pete definitely cries and foxy just decides then and there he’s protecting these kids now. As far as he’s concerned they’re a part of his crew. Uh the parents are still divorced but they work something out and are able to stay on good terms. Pete and chuck join the cryptid club btw. Pete gets his license and Emma is just hyped that they have another person in the area who can drive.

Dance with me: okay similarly this one doesn’t change much other than Setup and context. Circus baby’s is closed so isabelle got her prize at some other cheap Freddy’s knockoff. The glasses are also one of a kind. They’re a haunted item and whoever found them was like “we can make these a gimmick prize!” And put it in the prize area for a stupid amount of tickets. The spirit haunting them is just a ballerina, she just can pass as ballora if you squint, and kasey just assumed it was ballora since that’s what the instructions said. Said glasses actually can allow the wearer to see spirits (and nightmares) but ballerina lady only let kasey see her. Because uhh yeah karma. Anyway story goes as it does and kasey turns her life around. Some time later she ends up running into marie who’s in the area for some job thing helping out her family. They end up bonding over shared interests and Marie is able to get the weird glasses story out of kasey, so marie gives her the cryotid clubs number as like a “If you ever need someone to talk to” and winks because let’s be real here kasey is Marie’s type so that’s how the club gets another ‘adult’, though i don’t think kasey can drive yet.

Coming home: okay so I knew before hand that this story couldn’t fit in my au but I can use some aspects to add to what I’ve already got. See I already got susies home life figured out, she has a single father and the mother was never in the picture, but Stanley did what he could to keep his daughter happy. So while Samantha isn’t susies sister, she is susies childhood friend. This story helped me add some details to susies personality and life, like how I’m giving her Synthesia, with the whole associating sounds with color thing (going to do some more reaserch on the condition so I can get the details right). Also Susie naming the tree in the front yard is too precious not to keep. Samantha will not be making any appearances in this au other than maybe a name drop. Because when Susie died she was eventually able to move on and avoids Freddy’s and Freddy’s like places like the plague. (Also I’m weird with characters who share a name with me if she did become a big staple I’d have to call her Sam or something) anyway Gretchen is still susies doll, but she gave it to Samantha before she died, Samantha still has the doll.

As for the stitchwraith story. I’m playing with the idea that the Stitchwraith that the detective is chasing was Nightmare Ennard, but the actual creature committing those crimes is something else, definitely a cryptid. So detective Larkson and NM ennard gotta buddy cop together and find the actual stitchwraith which is uh... idk what kind of cryotid he is, I’m going to wait till that side story is concuded before I settle on anything serious

Also uh I’m still calling the pit rabbit Stitch/Stitchwraith, see he just heard the name somewhere and decided “I like that it’s my name now” but I’m sticking to calling him Stitch for clarifications sake.

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Hetalia Aus and Fanfics I Need/Want

Like the title says.

Wonder Woman Au (I do not own Wonder Woman) Also this AU takes place during World War 1.

Wonder Woman/Diana Prince: Helena Karpusi. If you've read Greek Mythology, you'll know why. If not, just search up "Greek Mythology Amazon's". I also think that they have similar personalities.

Steve Trevor: Kiku Honda. I ship them together (them being Helena and Kiku) and I think they have similar personalities in a way. A small way but a way.

Etta Candy: Mei Xiao (Taiwan's Human Name). I just think it fits.

Charlie: Arthur Kirkland. Again, it just fits.

Chief: ?

Sameer: Maybe Sadik Adnan (Turkey's human name)?

Queen Hyppolyta: Queen Hyppolyta would have to be Mama!Greece/Ancient Greece right? After all, men are not allowed on Themyscira.

Doctor Poison: Maybe Julchen but other than her I don't know. Possibly Nyo!Turkey.

Heathers AU Version 1.0 (I do not own Heathers) Spoilers for Heathers ahead

Veronica Sawyer: Anya Braginskaya. Why? Because why not?

J.D: Amelia E. Jones. She just gives me the vibe that J.D would have. Maybe instead of slurpees it's hot dogs?

Heather Chandler: Julchen Beilschmidt. She seems like a Heather C. type of gal. Totally not because she’s the first to die.

Heather Duke: Marion Bonnefoy because she would totally steal Julchen's hair tie after she dies.

Heather Macnamara: Isabel Fernández Carriedo because they're similar.

Ram Sweeney and Kurt Kelley: I dunno because I can't choose a character.

The Schuyler Sisters Song-fic (I do not own Hamilton)

I just want a one-shot/song-fic with the song "The Schuyler Sisters" as these people.

Angelica Schuyler: Chiara Vargas. She has the same vibe as Angelica.

Eliza Schuyler: Alice Vargas. She and Eliza seem similar.

Peggy Schuyler: Rosetta "Rosie" Vargas, also known as the Nyotalia personification of Seborga. Rosie is the "Peggy" of the Vargas Sisters in the sense that she's always forgotten about. Petition to make #AndSebby a thing. Did I just make that up? Yes, yes I did.

Aaron Burr: Beau Maes, also known as the Nyotalia personification of Belgium. I couldn't think of anyone else and then I thought of him.

Philip Schuyler: It would have to be Grandma Rome... wouldn't it?

I think that's all for now. Cya on the flip side.

- Rae 💜🖤