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May you give some tips on how to write about the whole castles, royalty, peasants, knights type of story? Hehe thankies!

How to Write About Medieval Europe

The Medieval times play a huge role in many forms of media today, from TV shows to books to movies. It’s often romanticized and glamorized to make for a good plot, and sifting through what’s real and what’s fake can be a daunting task. 

Not to mention that the way of life in the Medieval times is vastly different from our lifestyles now! There was a lot more rules, a lot more pomp and circumstance, and a lot more death!

In this post, I’ll mostly be covering a time period around the 1400s to 1600s, with all of the classic knights, nobles, and kings and queens that everyone has come to know and love!

So how exactly do you write about medieval times?

1.Know the People

The Medieval times attached a lot more importance to titles and wealth than we do today. The number of names and titles can get a bit confusing at times, so please try to bear with me.

All of these are ordered from lowest rank to highest rank. 

Category One- Lower/Middle Classes (Could be collectively called Peasants)

1. Slave

Slaves are bought and sold, usually owned by nobles but sometimes purchased by some of the wealthier peasants to help out with farm work. 

They are seen as property and nothing more, and their masters can do with them as they please. 

There is rarely a penalty for killing or harming one’s own slave, but one may be punished for destruction of property if they killed or harmed a slave that wasn’t theirs.

2. Serf

Not a slave, but not free, either. 

They live on the property of a noble’s manor and are bound by the feudal system to pay rent in shares of their crops. 

They must ask the nobles permission to marry and to leave, but are overall left to their own devices. 

Their lives were still hard, however, and often they starved or fell to sickness. 

They remained serfs, however, mostly because they needed the protection of the nobles’ knights from barbarian invaders.

 If the manor of the noble was sold, the serfs came along with it.

3. Peasant

Peasants may be poor, but they are completely free. 

They often live in villages together and made their livings as masons, blacksmiths, tailors, shoemakers, farriers, carpenters, and much more. 

If they were particularly good at their craft, they may just earn enough money to be considered a noble; social mobility is not as rigid for peasants as it is for serfs and slaves.

Category 2- Knights

Knights are  in an entirely different category from the peasants and the nobility, though they are more closely associated with the nobles and garner just as much/if not more respect as them.

1. Squire

Essentially a knight in training. 

They accompany a knight on their travels and serve as their attendant, learning from the knight’s ways while polishing their armor and being their cupbearer.

2. Knight

Addressed as “Sir (Firstname)” for a man or “Dame(Firstame)” for a woman. 

Knights were hired to protect and are sworn to the code of chivalry, which is a set of rules that dictates behavior on and off the battlefield. 

For instance, knights weren’t permitted to fight an unarmed man or to kill someone whose back was turned. If an enemy was disarmed during a fight, the knight is supposed to wait for them to retrieve their weapon before resuming.

 Knights were required to be expert swordsman and bowman, as well as good riders. They also needed to be good at supporting their super-heavy armor

Category 3- Nobility

All of the nobility classes can have overlapping jobs; their titles vary on account of how much land they own. 

These nobles are given a fief, or a plot of land, by the King/Queen. They are then expected to pay taxes to the ruler and provide soldiers when needed.

1. Lord/Lady

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.”

2. Baron/Baroness

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady.” 

Usually the spouse of a baron/baroness does not share the title and is simply referred to “My Lord/My Lady” unless they’re a baron/baroness in their own right.

3. Viscount/Viscountess

Addressed as “My Lord/My Lady”

4. Earl(Also known as Count)/Countess

Addressed as “Earl of (Place name)/Countess of (Place name)”

5. Marquis/Marquise

Addressed as “Marquis/Marquise of (Place name).

6. Duke/Duchess

Addressed as “Your Grace.”

Owns the most land out of any of the other nobles

Princes and Princesses can be granted titles of Duke and Duchess.

Category 4- Royalty

1. Princes/Princesses

Addressed as “Your Highness.” 

In traditional medieval Europe, the heir to the crown was usually the firstborn son. In the absence of a son, the crown will be given to the firstborn daughter.

They can also be granted other titles such as Duke and Duchess if their parents/siblings who come into power offer them land

A lot of squabbles/dramas caused by heirs; some killed by siblings in order to assume the throne

2. King/Queen

Addressed as “Your Majesty” or “Your Grace.” 

These rulers own all of the land in the kingdom and simply “rent out” property to the nobles, which can be revoked at any time. 

They levy taxes and have their own personal army to protect and wage war against other kingdoms. 

The nomenclature of Kings and Queens can be quite difficult, especially when marriage becomes involved, so I’m going to try my best to help:

When a King inherits the throne: If he marries a woman, she becomes Queen. If he marries a man, that man becomes a Prince.

When a Queen inherits the throne: If she marries a man, he becomes Prince. If she marries a woman, that woman becomes Princess.

2. Do Some Research If You’re Unsure

If you need help figuring out all of the dynamics and certain duties of all of these people, it can help to surf the web! Researching kingdoms such as England, France, and the Holy Roman Empire might help, though be careful; France had emperors and empresses at one point! 

There are very specific differences between different kingdoms, and you have to make sure you take those into account, especially if you’re writing historical fiction!

 3. Some Recommendations that May Be Helpful

Lucky for you, there are a TON of other books, movies, and TV shows that you’ll be able to draw inspiration from! Here are some things that I recommend!

Just a note, many of these aren’t necessarily medieval or focus a lot on fantasy, too, so I’m sorry if some of them aren’t exactly what you’re looking for!

The Canterbury Tales by Geoffrey Chaucer

Game of Thrones on HBO

The Crown on Netflix

The Witcher on Netflix

Reign on Netflix

Victoria on Amazon Prime

The Other Boleyn Girl (2008)

Elizabeth (1998) and Elizabeth: The Golden Age (2007)

Mary Queen of Scots (2018)

Hope this helped, and happy writing!

Feeding on from where you said Loki has a corruption kink - imagine when he takes her virginity and corrupts her, she pretty much becomes addicted to sex always wants his dick, no matter when or where

ah yes, the turning of the sweet princess into a cock slut, my fav trope.

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Loki didn’t notice the shift at first, but you had become quite needy since he first had you the night of your wedding.

Of course, you had done other things before that night. He had pleased you in other ways the entirety of his time courting you, but this was different.

After you had his cock buried so deep inside you, you craved him.

His sweet, innocent little princess actually yearned to be full of him.

Your hands are always on him, lingering touches as Loki tries to talk to members of the court. It’s hard to concentrate when you are pressing against him.

He’d pull you aside, out of the public eye with a mischievous grin,”What has gotten into you, little love?”

Suddenly, you’re all flustered, almost ashamed at the naughty thoughts that had been plaguing your mind all night.

“Oh,”Loki smirked after a quick glimpse into your mind, licking his lips.”Is this what you’ve thinking of all day, princess?”

“Yes,” You squeaked out.

“Was last night not enough to fulfill your need for me? Or this morning when you just had to get your lips on me?” Loki teased, stepping closer so he pressed you the stone wall in the corridor.

You shook your head, feeling very shy under his lustful gaze.”I want you, my prince.”

Loki was hard at the thought of someone so innocent wanting his cock so bad, and you had been quite insatiable since the wedding night. How had he not noticed before?

“I don’t know, princess, have you been good today?” He whispered against the shell of your ear,”You’ve been quite distracting, I don’t know if you deserve to be ruined tonight.”

You actually whine at him, hands clinging to the leather of his armor. You jut out your bottom lip,” Please, Loki, please, I need you.”

Oh, he loved to hear you beg.

“So desperate, love,”Loki grabbed your hips, bending down to mold his lips against yours. You whimper into his touch, wanting nothing more than for him to take you right there.”What happened to that sweet girl, hm? All you think about is my cock, have I made you into a whore, princess?”

“Only for you.”

Loki growled at that, picking you up and abandoning the party. As soon as the doors to his chambers shut, he’s using seidr to strip you both.

His lips are on your again, feverish and needy. His cock pressed against your stomach, thick and throbbing against you.

“Since you are so desperately, little love,” Loki taunted,”Why don’t you sit on my cock, take your pleasure for yourself?”

He laid back against the soft sheets of your shared bed as you climb over him. You’re dripping with arousal, having been needy for him all day.

You lick your lips at the sight of his cock, and you know he’ll fit, but you’ve never done it like this.

When you start to sink down on him, it’s almost too much. Your nails are digging into his chest as you gasp and whimper at how big he feels, stretching your tight cunt almost painfully.

It’s everything you’ve wanted all day.

“Doing so good, but if you want to be fucked, darling, you must take all of me...”

You nodded desperately, eyes screwed shut and mouth open as a string of gasps and moans left your lips.

The drag of his cock has you in a mess and when you finally sink down on all of him, you feel so full that you think you might cum just like that. He’s snug in your heat, walls clenching around him that makes him groan.

“You like how deep I am, princess?” Loki smirked, his large hand coming to press down on your tummy where his cock protruded slightly.”Can feel myself in your tummy, that’s how full you are, that what you want, whore?”

“Yes, my prince,”You gasped, already on the verge on seeing stars as you rocked your hips against him.

It’s pure bliss, and Loki loves the mess you’ve become for him. You fall apart as you are forced to chase your own pleasure and please him.

And you try so hard, wanting his praises, which he gives every time you moan his name.

Loki’s gonna leave you sore for days, making sure you always crave his cock. He wanted you addicted to him and how he’d coat your walls with his seed. He wanted you longing for the feel of his lips and needy for his hands upon your skin.

He wanted you always, and you wanted him.

ON LY ONE BED HEADCANON NOW PLEASE MY LOVE - 😂

One variation of it- a little short because it's the middle of the night here😅😂❤

Why in the hell did Pan choose Y/N to go with Felix on a mission in another Realm? Did he not know that Felix could not stand her at all?

Of course Pan did, he had to! It was quite obvious whenever Felix made fun of her skills or commanded her to stay in the camp on every special occasion. It was Felix who stopped her from participating in any kind of game and in all he was simply the worst.

First when you arrived in the new realm, Felix sent her alone to collect wood in a forest completely unknown to her, so he could light the fireplace outside the small cottage to make a stew over it.

Inside the cottage Y/N realised one important thing, another problem that  would make this mission even harder than simply spending time with Felix: There was just one small bed. One pillow, one blanket and only one bed.

She felt Felix's presence behind her. With a quick glance back she saw him staring at her, his cold expression not saying anything at all.

"Looks like we have to share the bed." He spoke roughly, before untying his cloak and removing his boots. He did not seem to care at all about this circumstances, nor realise how unsure the girl looked.

She gave herself a moment to consider climbing into the bed with Felix or not. The second in command always avoided her so much and refused to talk to her whenever she approached him, so why was he so easily convinced?

"Why did Pan choose me to go with you?" She asked and sat down onto the edge of the mattress to remove her boots and cloak. 

"I can keep you safe the best." Felix gave back dryly and lifted the blanket for her to slip under. "Pan's too busy for that." 

Y/N felt a sudden blood rush running through her cheeks at the gesture and as she laid down, she felt his body burning on her back. The heat of him was comfortable enough to dare closing her eyes. Felix would not hurt her- at least she trusted the most loyal boy enough not to touch her inappropriately nor to harm her otherwise.

Felix felt like a giant laying behind her.

He fell asleep first.

His first subconscious instinct was to grab the girl's waist and pull her body against his broad chest.

At least he prevented her from falling down onto the ground during sleep.

The whole situation had escalated too quickly for her: last night she celebrated with the boys at the bonfire, never really talked to the second in command before, but now you were perfectly cuddled up in his arms. 

The next morning Felix woke up and saw how he held her.

He quickly got out of bed and acted as if nothing happened.

"Did she notice it during the night?" He thought. "How could she? She was asleep just like I was." 

He was just asleep! 

It had to be that goddamn bed, otherwise Felix could not explain his own actions.

He hated Pan for that. Did he hate him?

No.

He fucking loved him.

oops, I did it again

Summary: Three times Y/N saved Jesper’s life and one time he almost didn’t save hers

Jesper was regretting approximately three things: His choice of drink, his choice of game and the fact he’d pissed Y/N off enough that she wouldn’t be coming to bail him out.

“Alright, listen, I do have your money,” Jesper said, standing up and slowly backing away from the table. “It’s just not on me right now.”

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Derek:I’m begging you, please go to the hospital

Y/N: I’m sorry, is this YOUR stab wound?

Y/N: Stay out of it

Mate

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Here you go with another one, super fluffy + little angsty! 

• I don’t own any of Sarah J. Mass’ characters or any of her plots, I’m just a fan having fun. Also I do not own the images. This is story is mine though, so please do not copy •

WARNING! Nightmares, blood mentions.

Y/N P.O.V.

The sun warmed our backs. I glance to my side, to see my Azriel’s profile. The slightly crooked nose, the high cheekbones, the shadow of a stubble on his jaw. Turning fully, I move to sit in his lap and stare into his chocolate eyes.

“My mate.” — I say as I trace his beautiful features — “I love you, Az”.

 Happiness fills my heart as he smiles at me, but a black winged figure heads straight at us. I glance at it, and terror dampens my senses. Attor. A single one, in our direction baring two swords at his side and a murderous smile on his pale lips.

“There’s an Attor coming, we have to go.”

I stand up grabbing Azriel’s hand, but he stays motionless and gives me dazed grin. 

“Az? We have to go!” 

Nothing. The evil creature flies faster and faster.

“Az, let’s go! Please, get up we have to move!”

I grab his face, tugging on his arm, begging pleading praying for him to run. I grab his chin yelling at his face. My throat is raw and dry, and my voice breaks. I kneel before him, touching his forehead on mine.

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

A spear pierced his stomach. The Attor, now behind him, raises his other sword, and abruptly, an invisible force holds me down. I can’t move. I trash inside my head, forcing my limbs to move but nothing happens. 

I find myself forced to watch the blade cut Azriel’s throat, his blood shining and dripping down. I scream again. Over and over and over. His limp body falls back, the Attor nowhere be seen. I try to stop the bleeding and my lips pray to the Mother for help, for a way out of this hell, for anything.

Grabbing his face, I beg even more.

“Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

Tears stream down my eyes and it becomes hard to breathe. Air doesn’t come inside my lungs, and I scramble away from his still body. Panic drowns me, as I turn around running away from this hell… only to stumble into the Attors blade.

I look down to blade impaling me and —

Azriel’s P.O.V. 

I walk into the cozy apartment, dark from the night outside. Hearing Y/N’s  calm breathing from the room, I assume she’s asleep. Dropping Truth-Teller on the table and my jacket on the couch, I roll my shoulders, the muscles tense and stiff.  A few minutes later, I drink a cup of tea leaning against the kitchen’s counter, when a crie pierces the quiet night. I bolt towards her room, sword in hands, bursting through the door. I find her writhing in bed, tangled in the blankets. A nightmare. Leaving the blade on the floor, I slowly approach her figure. The cries worsen, turning to an almost screaming, and my heart breaks. 

“Please, my love. I can’t leave you. We must go —”

Touching her gently, she flinches away, scared and still asleep.

“ Y/N, you have to wake up.” I speak softly, but to no difference. 

Grabbing her shoulders, she trashes against my hold, and cries more. 

“ Az, Az Azriel don’t leave me. Stay awake, please. Don’t die on me, you won’t, you can’t.”

My eyes burn, and I speak louder.

“Y/N, you have to wake up. This is a nightmare, open your eyes. I’m here, my love.”

Suddenly, she stops moving and her pleading cries turn into broken sobs. Tears stream down her face, and I roar her name. 

Her eyes open, startled and scared, and meet mine. Her breathing falters, and a dam bursts in her. Flinging herself at me, holding me with desperate hands she cries loudly. I don’t ask what happened and we stay there with a strong hold around each other. 

“I’m your mate. I’m here.” 

I repeat it over and over, and after some time, her tears stop. Pulling back to meet my face, she lays her hands on my cheeks.

“You’re here.” 

“ I am.” 

She lets out a relived breath.

“ I had a nightmare. An attor was there, and he k-killed you and then h-he —

“Y/N. I’m here. I’m fine” 

Her hands slide to my throat, touching so lightly, and head towards my stomach. She stays quiet.

“Are you alright, mate?” 

A small smile tugs at lips.

“Do you want a hug, mate? Or perhaps some tea?”

She huffs a laugh.

“Aha! I know what you would like very much. Do you want a kiss, mate? I could give one, you know, but only with a price.”

“Oh really? You don’t say… making me pay for your kisses, that is just evil. I will go bankrupt because of that.”

“I do not have the intention of asking for money, mate. I want two very simple things. The first one is an answer. Are you alright?”

“A little better. Not much.”

“Okay… we can fix that, can’t we mate?”

I say with a reassuring smile.

“Now for the second. This is the hardest thing in the world. It will be a very big challenge, but you must try in order to get a kiss. Give me… a smile.”

Her eyes glint, and she assumes a serious face. 

“Well, mate, this is indeed a challenge unlike any other. But, for you, I must give a try.”

And then, she just smiles. And the world shines. 

Laying her down softly, our breaths mingling. I kiss her lips lightly. Lifting her head more, eyes closed, she seeks another one but I back away slightly.

She opens her eyes, and a playful gleam shines in her eyes.

“I am outraged, I bought a kiss! I only got a peck, you little liar.”

“You want a kiss, mate?”

“Of course, mate. I was promised one, after all”

“Well, I could give you one, you know, but only with a price.” 

“Oh my! — she says with a giggle — What would that price be?” 

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Beliefs - Avengers Cast x Teen!Reader

Okay, I am writing this as i am BEYOND angry at a message that came up in my ask inbox. Anyone who has ever been and scrolled through my page will know that I am IN NO WAY racist or homophobic and that I don’t tolerate people that do believe that just due to their complexion or sexuality they are superior to another person. Despite this, I received a hate message through my asks (no I’m not going to shame the person by putting the message here) saying that I SHOULD NOT BE SUPPORTING PEOPLE who are of a minority by ethnicity or a sexual orientation that isn’t heterosexuality. I just don’t understand why you feel the need to correct me on my beliefs regarding society when a) you don’t know me and b) what is to say you are in any way entitled to say that my socio-cultural views are wrong.

Having said this, I will by putting forth my personal views through this short imagine and if you have a problem with my views please feel free to message me about it :)

Anyway, onto the story… 

You were a new character to the MCU called Sirena, you power being able to control things by your singing voice. This was your first big film having only been in smaller roles in the past in TV shows or minor films. This was your first panel interview with the full Avengers: Infinity War cast before the premier in May later this year. The press and audience were asking various questions to the other members of the cast whilst you just sat next to Benedict Cumberbatch and Tom Hiddleston where you laughed and made jokes or comments where appropriate. However, perhaps unfortunately, the press finally turned their beady eyes onto you as you nervously twirled the microphone in your hand.

“So, Y/N L/N-” Before the interviewer could ask their question the crowd exploded into claps and cheers to which you laughed and thanked them for. “Y/N, as the newest character to the Marvel Film Franchise we were wondering if we could get to know you a bit better in terms of your beliefs?”

“My beliefs?” You questioned and you noticed some of the other cast members tensing up around you, especially Tom to your left.

“Well, yes as in your social beliefs.”

You nodded warily to your self thinking of how to phrase your answer. “Well, to phrase it in the easiest way possible I am a strong believer in egalitarianism.”

“You believe in equal opportunities for people regardless of their sexuality, gender or race?” The interviewer almost seemed shocked by this which annoyed you greatly.

“Of course I would; I see no reason in doing anything else. I don’t see why people should receive different treatment based upon their nationality, for example, or the colour of their skin. I mean look at the incredible cast surrounding me; both Ben and Tom next to me are from the UK, Seb is from Romania, RDJ and loads of these people are from the States, Hemsworth over there is from Australia, Scarlett is part Danish, Zoe is part Dominican, Benicio is both Spanish and Puerto Rican; yet they are all crazy good actors-” You were cut off as the cheers and noise got to loud to talk over from the audience. “which proves neither nationality nor race matters when it comes to talent. As in regards to sexual orientation, why should that matter? Whether someone is bisexual, asexual, homosexual or otherwise, the individual can work professionally and carry out any action just the same as any heterosexual has the capability to. The gender or sex of a person should bare no impact on how that person is viewed. I’m tired of seeing double standards.” - The audience once again became too loud for you to talk over - “And I solemnly believe that regardless of gender, sex, race, nationality, sexuality that every individual should have the same treatment, same rights and same opportunities.” This time the audience was deafening and not only were they clapping and cheering, but so were cast members, especially those closest to you. Cumberbatch next to you gave you a big thumbs up and a wink as he clapped with everyone else.

Eventually after a few minutes everyone quietened and Chris Evans chuckled quietly into his mic before speaking. “How is the youngest of us the most articulate and the most wise?”

RDJ leant over and patted him on the shoulder. “She’s N/N, you don’t ask questions.”

“I HEARD THAT DOWNEY!”

“YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO L/N!”

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Please Daddy (Tony Stark x Reader One-Shot)

Summary: Tony pays so much attention to his work, sometimes you need it too. You can’t help but demand he pays you the same attention…

Rating: 18+ (smut)

WC: 1,607

Tags: Tony Stark, smut, daddydom, daddy!Tony, bratty reader, spanking, blowjobs, sex.

A/Ns: Tony Stark is Daddy. This is the first one-shot I’ve written, and my first Tony fic. Hope you enjoy :) 

Tony was curled over his desk, working on another upgrade to his latest project. You watched the muscles in his arm twitch as he sketched on a tablet, you could tell he had just started on whatever he was working on this time. He was so engrossed in his work he hadn’t noticed you pad in, your bare feet almost silent on the hard floor. You bit your lip and walked over, wrapping your arms around his middle and kissing his neck. You wanted attention, and his attention only. He reached a hand down and stroked your palm gently, turning a little to kiss you. As he turned back to his work, muttering under his breath, you sighed letting go, knowing he was going to need more persuasion to distract him. You would be more patient with him but it was late, and he had been working all day. Skipping out of the room, you went to your bedroom, debating whether you were going to opt for lingerie or something more, something he just wouldn’t be able to say no to. 

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