Julius Nepos (The "I've read up on the Roman Empire" answer)
Constantine VI (The "I'm being clever" answer)
Constantine XI Palaiologos (The correct answer)
Francis II, Holy Roman Emperor (The "I'm looking for an argument" answer)
Mehmed VI/Nicholas II/Wilhelm II/other (The "I want a LOUDER argument" answer)
Voting ended onMar 23, 2025
Romulus Augustus is, as I noted, the answer you're often given in basic history courses. The uncontested last de facto emperor of the Western Roman Empire, he was the last emperor whose administration had even a semblance of authority in the western territories. I say his "administration" instead of himself because he was a child during his one year of rule and his father, Orestes, had actual control. But his father gave him the title, and for about a year the title had meaning (Not a lot, but some). After he was deposed by Odoacer in 476, nobody else within the western lands had any authority except Odoacer and the other new states that were springing up.
Julius Nepos was the last de jure emperor in the west. He actually ruled before Romulus Augustus, until Orestes deposed him and put his son on the throne. But despite being deposed he lived, and for several years after the overthrow of Romulus Augustus he was offered symbolic obeisance by the people who had actual power. Odoacer, who at this point was 'King of Italy', claimed that Julius Nepos still ruled as emperor, and even minted coins using his image. Zeno, who was emperor in the Eastern Roman Empire, likewise recognized Julius Nepos as the emperor in the west. It wasn't until his death in 480 that Zeno formally dissolved the position of emperor in the west and claimed sole rulership of the entire empire.
Constantine VI gets on this poll mainly as a point of technicality, but technicalities often have merit. He is the last person who was universally acknowledged as the Roman Emperor. Both in the Eastern Roman Empire (Generally called the Byzantine Empire at this point) which he ruled directly, and also the polities in western Europe that were independent in practice but acknowledged the authority of the Roman Empire. After he was deposed by his mother Irene in 797 she successfully seized the throne for herself in the east, but the western states refused to acknowledge her authority. They declared that the position of Roman Emperor was vacant, and Pope Leo III declared a new emperor (Charlemagne, from which the later Holy Roman Emperors claimed descending authority).
Constantine XI Palaiologos was the last ruler of the Eastern Roman Empire (Byzantine Empire), which had directly continued the institutions, law, and culture of the Roman Empire despite the collapse of its territories in the west. He died during the conquest of Constantinople itself in 1453, after which there was no remaining Roman Empire for anybody to claim authority over.
Francis II wasn't the last Roman Emperor, don't be a dick. We don't truck with the translatio imperii in this day and age.
Mehmed VI/Nicholas II/Wilhelm II/other weren't the last Roman Emperors, either. I SAID don't be a dick.
Media - The Last Legion
Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up)
Couple - Romulus X Reader
Reader - Princess Y/n (Curvy & Dark hair)
Rating - 15 (TOXIC BOY MOM!!!!)
Word Count - 1240
Romulus kept his small, trembling hand tightly clasped in his mother’s warm grasp as she guided him through the opulent halls of the palace. Rich tapestries adorned the walls, their vibrant colors weaving tales of valor and legacy, leading them to the grand throne room where an imposing assembly awaited. Guards clad in polished armor stood rigidly, their eyes fixed ahead, while nobles in elaborately embroidered tunics whispered softly amongst themselves, casting curious glances toward the two.
As they entered, the room fell into an expectant hush, the weight of the moment pressing down like a heavy cloak. Each person present bowed deeply. Romulus felt the sharp pang of anxiety well up inside him, and despite his efforts to appear composed, he couldn’t shake the image of a frightened child hiding behind his mother’s skirts, seeking solace in her presence.
“Your Grace,” came a deep voice, resonating with authority. The king of the neighboring kingdom stepped forward, towering over the assembled crowd. He was an imposing figure, tall and broad-shouldered, with a ruggedly handsome face framed by dark hair.
Romulus felt the weight of the man's gaze bear down on him, a quiet panic bubbling beneath his composed exterior. He remained silent, the words trapped in his throat, and simply stared at the dignitary, his heart racing as uncertainty gripped him.
“You have given my kingdom a great honour in agreeing to take my beloved daughter as your bride.”
Princess Helvia squeezed Romulus’ hand tightly to urge him to speak,
“Y-yes it… It is my honour as well, to wed… such a beauty.” He forced out,
Princess Helvia stepped aside, standing behind Romulus with her fingers in his shoulder, gripping like an eagle's talons.
“If I may, present my eldest daughter. Princess Y/n.” The king stepped aside and revealed his daughter.
Princess Y/n was a vision of exquisite beauty, her presence captivating everything around her. She stood a bit shorter than Romulus, adorned in a striking deep blue gown that flowed gracefully to the floor. The fabric, shimmering under the light, clung to her womanly curves in a way that resembled water cascading over smooth rocks. Her dark curls, reminiscent of her father's hair, framed her face delicately, accentuating her eyes that sparkled with a playful light.
Romulus was… taken aback, to say the least. He had expected her to be attractive; however, nothing could have prepared him for the stunning truth before him.
He had been fearful of getting a bride that looked nothing like his mother, worried that would enrage her and only make him less likely to like her. Yet, in that moment, he found himself silently thanking every deity in the Roman pantheon that she bore little to no resemblance to his mother, Princess Helvia. The two women were almost polar opposites; Helvia was statuesque and slender, with cascading blonde hair that shimmered like sunlight. Y/n was a short, curvaceous figure, her dark curls contrasting vividly with her flawless complexion.
Truly a Sunset and a Waterfall, both beautiful, not nothing alike.
Romulus’s heart raced as he grappled with the unfamiliar emotions swirling within him. He had never spoken to any woman aside from his mother. The very thought of engaging with Y/n filled him with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Not exactly helped by the grip of Princess Helvia on his shoulders, almost painfully tight, as if she were trying to anchor him to her.
“It is a pleasure, your grace.” Y/n bowed,
He gathered all his courage and shook himself from his mind, “The uhh- The pleasure is all mine, Princess.” he smiled, honeyglow filling his cheeks.
“I pray the gods will bless us with many cheerful years together.” She said, “Many beautiful children and a delightful marriage.”
“I- I hope for all of that, as well.” he nodded, “F-forgive me, princess, I… I find myself tongue-tied, In… in awe of you.”
But before Y/n or Romulus could say another word, Princess Helvia spoke for him. “Yes. Well. Our beloved emperor has much to do. Many duties to attend!” She said, making her way to the door, simply expecting romulus to follow.
But Romulus was frozen in place, unable to tear his eyes away from Y/n. He was actually excited at the prospects that had earlier made him hide in a cupboard. He… he would get to marry this girl. He would get to share a bed with her. He would get to kiss her and cuddle her. And raise little adorable babies with her. He… he wanted nothing else in this world.
“Romulus.” Heliva snapped quietly, grabbing him by the hand and forcing him out of the throne room. Marching him silently to his bedchamber like a misbehaving child. “How could you embarrass me like this!”
“I- I didn’t mean to, I just… I-”
“I will speak with the senet and have this disbanded immediately.”
“W-what!?”
“I will not have you wed that girl!”
“Bu-but why mother?”
“It is an insult they even brought her here. What sort of joke are they playing presenting that… thing to us!” She said as she paced the room, “No, this is ridiculous! She will not be your bride, not in the slightest. I told those idiots you needed a nice girl like your mother. And she is… Hideous!”
Romulus gathered all his courage and managed to squeak like a little baby mouse, “I… I like her.”
Princess Helvia forze up, “What?”
“I… I liked her.” He admitted, “I think she’s lovely.”
“You need not lie to me, my angel.”
“I- I’m not. I like her.” he smiled. “I… I think she’s a very pretty girl.”
Heliva immediately began to cry.
“M-Mother! What’s wrong?!”
“How could you say something so hurtful, Romulus!”
“Hu- hurtful?”
“You think she is pretty? She is nothing like your mother! So you think I am ugly!”
“No! No, no, no!” He tried to explain, “Of course, your beautiful mother.”
As she sat on the edge of the bed, her body trembled with each sob, her voice rising in pitch and desperation. "I'm so ugly," she wailed, burying her face in her hands, her fingers tangling in her hair. "You’ll leave me for her!. I can’t believe you’d ever want anything to do with her!" Tears streamed down her cheeks, misting the air with her despair. "What if she asks you to ship me away? What if she finds a way to manipulate him and pulls you right out of my life? I am your mother!. She will only ruin everything!"
Romulus felt a rush of helplessness, unsure of how to mend the fracture in her heart. He moved closer, wrapping his arms around her quaking form, providing what warmth he could. "You’re not ugly," he murmured, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "You’re so much more than you think. We’ll get through this together," he added softly. “Nothing bad will happen, Mother. I promise. I love you I’ll always love you. I promise nothing will come between us.”
“Then why would you ever wish to speak with her?”
“I… I wanted to talk to her.” He answered,
“You need not talk to anyone but your mother.” She said, sitting up and stroking his face.
“She’s to be my wife. Shouldn’t I… at least get to know her?”
“My angel, you will barely spend an hour a week with her; you need not bother to be pleasant with her. She is merely your wife, she is of no great importance. Not like your mother.”
“I-” Romulus wanted to protest, but for the sake of her happiness, he just agreed, “Yes, mother.”
JULIA: Romulus, you must immediately talk with your daughter.
ROMULUS: And about what should I immediately talk with my daughter?
JULIA: She must marry this Caesar Rupf at once.
ROMULUS: As long as we're talking about the Roman Empire, I won't have to think twice before leaving it to him for a handful of sestertii, but I won't even entertain the idea of selling him my daughter.
JULIA: Rhea will willingly sacrifice herself for the good of the empire.
ROMULUS: By now we've been sacrificing many things for the good of the State for many centuries. It's about time that the State starts sacrificing itself a little for us.
JULIA: Romulus!
ZENON: If your daughter doesn't marry as soon as possible, it will be the end of the world.
ROMULUS: It will be our end, you mean. There is a great difference.
ZENON: We are the world, Romulus.
ROMULUS: We are nothing more than little provincial people, surpassed and defeated by a world that is at this point incomprehensible to us.
ZENON: Those who think like you should not be Emperor! (Bangs his fist on the table and exits on the right.)
Romulus der Große, Friedrich Dürrenmatt
Emperor Romulus Augustus refuses to marry his daughter to the billionaire tailor of pants.
The traditional date for the fall of the Western Roman Empire is set at 476 AD. Other dates can be arguably used, but 476 is a good date to use when looking at Roman history from a simple viewpoint. The last Roman Emperor was Romulus Augustus, ironically named after Romulus, the founder of Rome, and Augustus the first Roman Emperor. The interesting thing about the story of the last Roman Emperor was that it had little to with Romulus Augustus. Rather, the de facto last Roman ruler was his father, a military man named Orestes.
By 475 AD the Western Roman Empire had almost crumbled away to dust. The empire consisted of little more than Italy, with some isolated territories in northwestern Gaul which had declared independence decades before, and some territories in North Africa which again were so far out of reach from the Imperial court that by that point they were managing their own affairs.
The Roman Army was barely Roman, mostly being made up of Germanic mercenaries which the empire could barely afford to pay. The capital of the empire wasn’t even Rome,having been moved to Ravenna in the year 402 because it was a more defensible location. The Roman Emperor ruled over nothing, rather being a puppet of Germanic rulers such as Ricimer and Gundobad. Orestes was the Roman magister militum appointed by the Empror Julius Nepos, basically the chief general of the army. Orestes date of birth is unknown but he had a long military career, at one point being ambassador to and secretary of Attila the Hun, then working his way up the ranks until he became a Roman general. Orestes wanted to restore the glory of Rome, to bring Rome back to the good old days when emperors were gods, the empire stretched across Europe and Africa, and no one dared mess with the legions.
On the 31st of October, 475 AD Orestes orchestrated a coup resulting in the overthrow of Nepos. Orestes had cultivated the loyalty of the mercenaries which made up the Roman Army, but also added some important incentives such as cash bonuses and Italian land. Orestes sent Nepos packing to Dalmatia, where Nepos would carve out a small rump state in exile until his death in 480 AD. Rather than naming himself emperor, Orestes chose his 16 year old son Romulus as emperor. Orestes was half German and believed the Roman people would be more accepting of a new emperor who had more Roman blood. However, the Roman people didn’t really take the young Romulus Augustus seriously, nicknaming him “Momyllus Augustulus”, Momyllus meaning “little disgrace” and Augustulus meaning “little Augustus”. While Orestes looked to restore the Roman Empire, the truth of the matter was that most Roman commoners were sick and tired of Imperial rule and all the bullshit that went with it such as overbearing taxes, rampant corruption, civil war, idiotic leaders, and a stagnant economy. In addition, the Eastern Roman Emperor Zeno also refused to recognize Romulus Augustus as a legitimate emperor, the blessings of the east being necessary for a stable reign.
Neither Orestes nor the “emperor” could really get anything done during their short reign, by that point the Imperial government was so powerless and crippled by lack of funds and corruption it might as well have not existed at all. Worse yet, the Germanic mercenaries who made up the ranks of the Roman Army were beginning to complain that Orestes wasn’t living up to his promises. Unfortunately for Orestes, the empire had no cash to spare and no patricians were willing to give up their lands for a bunch of barbarians. In anger, the mercenaries revolted against Orestes, naming an officer among their ranks named Odoacer to be their leader. Orestes gathered what few Italian troops he could that were still loyal to him and fled to Piacenza. However, Orestes small army was no match against Odoacer and his army. The last loyal Roman forces were easily crushed. Orestes was quickly captured and executed on the 28th of August. On the 4th of September, 476 Odoacer marched on Revenna and took the city without resistance. Romulus Augustus also abdicated without a fight.
Odoacer chose not to name another emperor, instead naming himself King of Italy and dispensing with the old Imperial system entirely. As for Romulus Augustus, the remainder of his life is unknown to history, but it is rumored that he was granted a state pension by Odoacer and lived out the rest of his life in peace. The Eastern Emperor Zeno gave Odoacer the title of Patrician and demanded that he recognize the rule of Julius Nepos. Odoacer refused to allow Nepos to return to Italy, and the Eastern Romans were to occupied dealing with the Ostrogoths to do anything about it. Thus, the Western Roman Empire came to an end.
Media - The Last Legion
Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up)
Couple - Romulus X Reader
Reader - (Unseen)
Rating - 15 (TOXIC BOY MOM!!!!)
Word Count - 1075
Romulus sat curled up in the dim, shadowy corner of one of the many ornate cupboards in the sprawling palace. His knees were pulled tightly to his chest, and he focused on slowing his breaths, each exhale barely disturbing the stillness around him. A mix of anxiety and determination coursed through him; he was hiding, desperate to avoid being discovered by the patrols of stern palace guards, their heavy boots echoing in the palace halls as they searched for him. He kept his breaths shallow, his body tense and hidden, the fragrance of polished wood and dust enveloping him.
Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a large guard peered into the cupboard, his stern face illuminated by the flickering light of a nearby torch. “Your grace,” the guard acknowledged, his grip strong and unyielding as he seized Romulus by the shoulders and pulled him into the open air, dragging him out despite the boy's protests.
“No! No! Let me go! I command you to let me go!” Romulus yelled, his voice rising in panic. “Release me! I am your emperor, and I demand you release me!” he whined, his persistence reminiscent of a petulant child, even if he was a grown man as he struggled against the guard’s firm hold, wishing desperately to wriggle free.
Once he was unceremoniously brought into his chambers, the guards barred the heavy oak door behind him with a resonant thud. Almost immediately, his maids rushed in, their faces a mix of concern and determination as they set to work. The engaged clatter of water filled the air as they prepared a bath, steam curling up and softening the hard lines of the room. The maids stripped him of his garments, which felt stifling, before coaxing him into the warm water, the lavender-infused bubbles swirling around him.
Despite their efforts, he resisted like a toddler refusing to leave a toy, pouting, whining, and attempting to squirm away whenever they directed him to comply.
Finally, they got him into some gold clothes. His mother, Princess Helvia, entered. Her long, silken blonde hair was braided intricately, adorned with delicate gold chains and sparkling jewels that caught the light. She wore a luxurious gown of rich red and gold that flowed elegantly down her slender figure, a striking contrast to the dark, stone walls of the palace.
Seeing her, Romulus’s heart soared, and for a brief moment, his defiance faded. She smiled widely, her warm, welcoming eyes sparkling with love and encouragement as she opened her arms to him. “There you are, my angel,” She cooed,
“Mother!” He quickly approached her, wrapping his strong arms around her waist as he leaned in, resting his head against the softness of her chest.
She instinctively wrapped her arms around him in return, her fingers gently weaving through his tousled blonde hair as she pressed a tender kiss to the crown of his head, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat against her. “I have had half the palace looking for you.”
“I’m sorry, mother,” he muttered,
“It’s alright, my angel.” She smiled, “I know you are frightened,”
“I’m not frightened.” He pouts,
“I know, I know.” She nodded, “I do not like it any more than you do.”
“Then why are you allowing it!” he asked, pulling back to look into her eyes,
“Because I must.” she sighed, “You must.”
“I don’t want to!” he protested,
She sighed, “I feel such grief, you know.”
“I know…” he sighed,
“I am to lose my little baby boy,” she whined. “He will no longer be mine.”
“Mother,”
“To see you run off with some little princess, without your mother.” She said, tearing up, “Breaks my heart.”
“No, mother. Please don’t be upset.”
“My poor baby, whatever will you do with that silly girl anyway. Not a thing you can’t do with your mother.” She said, “Still… You must do this for politics and the sake of the empire. You can still spend your nights cuddled with Mother if that is what makes my baby happy.”
“That’s all?” he asked, “Just politics? I- I still belong to you.”
“Meerly political, my angel,” She cooed. “If you with to see this girl, for merely a single dinner a month and not a moment more then I will ensure that is the way of it. If you never wish for her to share your bed, then she will never take a step in this room. If my emperor want’s his mother at his side, then that is what he shall have.” She explained, “But… for the sake of the crown this must be done.”
“But I-”
“She brings armies, money, influence, so you… must wed her. And all throughout, it shall shatter my soul to see my baby do this. I shall be there holding your hand for every moment of it. And if you desire her gone after the wedding, then it shall be done. We shall send her to the Capri Palace, and you will never need see her again.”
“Truly?”
“Truly, my sweet angel.”
“Thank you, Mother,” he smiled, laying in her arms again,
“Of course, you are the emperor, and if this silly girl thinks for a moment she can disobey you or come between you and me. We can send her far, far away. She is not wanted here anyway.”
He nodded,
“But today, you must meet with her.”
“I don’t want to!”
“I know you don’t, but you must. Only for a few meer minuets.”
“But mother-”
“Romulus.” Her tone shifted. “You must do this. For the wealth and prosperity of Rome, you must meet her, for five minutes, no more, no less. Please… For mother?”
“Yes, mother,” he nodded,
“Good boy,” She cooed, stroking his cheek and kissing him softly on the lips,
He kissed her back, of course,
Even if the staff gave side eyes and nervous glances. They all knew the way Princess Helvia treated Romulus wasn’t right, and they all knew Romulus and his Mother should not have this sort of relationship. But… Romulus had never known anything different.
To Romulus, kissing his mother on the lips was normal, sharing a bed with his mother long into his adulthood was normal, and having his mother tend to his desires was normal.
And no guard, maid or Senator dared to question the princess or the emperor.
“So? Shall we go, my big brave boy?”
“Yes, mother.” he nodded with a reluctant sigh,
She fixed his hair and kissed him one more time before taking his hand in hers and heading out into the Palace to meet the princess Romulus was to wed.
Media - The Last Legion
Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up)
Couple - Romulus X Reader
Reader - Y/n (Celtic Girl)
Rating - 15
Word Count - 1598
Romulus thought he would enjoy the expanse of his empire, after so many years sitting on the throne in Rome listening to politics. He wanted some real action! So gathered a legion of his best and took to expanding the empire. However, he very quickly regretted this idea. It's Wet. Rainy. Cold. Muddy. No wine and warm baths to enjoy. Especially this far from any developed Roman cities. Nothing but muddy hills and Celtic villages. And it couldn't be helped all he'd had for… his own enjoyment the last year was the few toothless baker's daughters and matted hags from the Celtic villages. And even they screamed and ran from him like they were princesses worthy of their virtue saving.
He trotted his horse through the thick mud, rain battering them as they entered the small Celtic village. As usual, people were going about their business without much interest. Romulus sighed, He looked around hoping, as always, to find someone beautiful for him to amuse himself with. He was about to give up, but he spotted someone.
A girl, she looked around his age. She wore no shoes, a long brown skirt, white blouse and a leather corset vest and a woven wool shawl similar to many other women around. She carried a basket in her hand as she walked peacefully through the rain and mud, keeping her basket close and out of the rain.
Romulus's eyes went almost wide at the sight of this girl. He didn't think that something like this could exist out in this mud and sticks! She looked completely different to the girls at court in Rome, And it seemed that she didn't even notice the legion of soldiers marching through the village. He motioned the Legion to a stop with a hand, and he watched the girl. He was actually entranced. He took a few deep breaths to gather himself, then dismounted and slowly he approached her. There was no need to scare away the only beautiful thing in this blasted nation. He tried using one of the few words of Celtic he knew while he stood and stared at her, as she stood with an oblivious innocence.
She saw him approach, flinching slightly in surprise and softly smiling.
“You… speak… Latin?” he asked slowly,
She smiled and nodded,
“You are… very different… from the others…”
"Thank you." She bowed her head. "Do you need food? Water? Beds? For the men?"
He blinked. “We-yes! Food. Water. Beds, that would be… perfect!”
She nodded and helped to organize things with the various people in the village, at the inn, farms and blacksmith so the legion could get food, water, weapons repaired and of course a warm place to sleep tonight.
As usual, the Legion were not the quietest. their soldiers quickly began ordering the best food, the best beds, the best of everything. Many of the young soldiers were already trying to grab at the girls. The village wasn't thrilled, but they needed the gold they brought, so they didn't argue too much.
The girl finished up and began her walk through the village, clearly going home.
But, of course, Romulus couldn't just let her out of his sight so easily. “What's your… name?”
"hummm?"
He said, a bit louder so that she could hear him, "Your name! What is your name?"
She softly giggled. "Y/n."
He almost smiled, hearing her giggling. “Y/n?” he repeated.
She nodded,
He let out a small hum. “It's… a pretty name…”
"Thank you." She bowed her head. "Name?"
He almost forgot. He had yet to introduce himself. He was so used to the fact that people would know who he was. “Oh! I….- I'm Romulus. Romulus Augustus.”
Rosanna nodded. "Rom-u-wus?"
“Very close.” he almost laughed hearing her trying to pronounce his name in her cute little accent. “Romulus, yes!”
"Romulus." She nodded again,
He was oddly pleased to hear her say it right, “Where are you… going… now?”
"Home." She smiled,
He was surprised to hear her say that, but it made sense. “Home?” he questioned,
She nodded, tapping her basket,
“What do you have in that basket?”
Y/n giggled softly, untied the basket and opened the lid enough that he could peek into the wicker basket. There were some small blankets and a little black cat sat inside. It's large blue eyes looking out at him. The kitten mewed before she closed the lid once more. "Milo." She smiled. "He … Not… Like… Rain."
“Not like rain?” he repeated, his curiosity peaked.
"Milo, not like rain." She nodded, "non rain days he walks. With me. Or on the shoulder. But not like rain. So stays in basket"
It was a cute thing to imagine. a girl with her cat on her shoulder, wandering around the village during a nice, Sunny day. He found himself… not wanting her to go home. But he didn't really have an excuse to ask her to stay. “He's… very special to you. Isn't he?”
she nodded,
“I have… never met anyone… like you,” he said.
She softly giggled. "Thank you." She nodded. "You have … Bed? And meat? Yourself?"
“Oh yes, he had plenty of meat and beds. The legion was being pampered and spoiled.” He nodded. “I have everything I could ever want!” he said, slightly too excited.
She nodded and went to turn to go,
“Wait! No!-” but… but, what excuse would he have!? He was an Emperor. He was supposed to be above all of this, these… feelings! and yet, he couldn't let her walk away. He couldn't let her leave. “W-wait!”
She turned to face him with a Andt smile,
“Could… could I join… you?”
She giggled and nodded, offering her arm.
He hesitated for almost a second before he took her arm. Her touch was so warm. it was almost as if everything, the Legion, the village, the rain, the mud, everything, almost seemed to fade away into the background as he followed her.
She led him across the village to an adorable little house with a thatched roof and a garden surrounded by a gate. She led him inside the place. The furniture was all wood, a fire burned warmly, and the place was crammed and cosy and comfortable. She set the basket on the table and opened it up, allowing the black cat to slither out and move to sit on a pre-prepared basket by the fire to warm up.
He looked over the place. It was quaint, simple, not a palace like his own. Yet he found he liked it a lot. It was cozy, comfortable, and there was a warmth to it that couldn't be created in a palace full of marble and gold. “Is… is this… where you live?” he asked, looking around the room and then to her.
She nodded, taking a pot from the fire and pouring the hot water into a teapot. "Home."
He took a deep breath as she made them tea. He stood a bit awkward, trying to find something to say. He had a Legion at his command, an Empire, he was the blood of cesar. Yet, here he was, in a little rural house in the middle of Celtic Britannia, with a little village girl. and for the first time in his life, he felt almost… peaceful. and content.
She poured him a cup of tea, patting one of the chairs beside the fire as she took the other,
He took the cup of tea, still a little stunned. She was so kind, so nice and… sweet. He could feel warmth spreading through his body as he sipped the hot tea. and he found her to be more beautiful than he had noticed before. She was a natural beauty. the type that could be stunning in a ball gown, and yet, also, she looked just… as good with a simple woolen shawl. He tried to relax a little. Even if the house was smaller than almost anything he had ever grown accustomed to in the Palace in Rome. but at the same time, there was something homely and natural about it. like the way her simple clothes and the fire in the fireplace and the smell of the fire and the herbs she must use… it just felt… real. more real than anything he had ever experienced in his life. this little girl couldn't possibly be- his thought stopped, suddenly.
Y/n giggled softly as Milo climbed up the chair and curled up in her lap, She immediately began to pet and soothe the black cat as it shut its eyes and began to purr.
Romulus’s heart simply melted at the sight, and he couldn’t even begin to think of ever leaving this place. “..I… Y/n?” he spoke up without thinking.
“Romulus?” She nodded,
“I… I…” he stuttered before he set down his tea and took her hand in his, “I don’t ever want to leave this place; I don’t ever want to leave your sight… I… I want to stay here. With you. At this moment, for the rest of my life. Here in this little cottage with you, with Milo… I… I never want to leave.”
“Humm?” She asked, her head turned to the side, confused by how many words and how quickly he said them.
“I… What I mean is… I… I Like… You.”
She giggled, “Like you, too.”
“Can… Can I… stay? With… you? And… With… Milo?”
She smiled and nodded gently. “Stay.” She smiled, squeezing his hand softly,
Romulus almost wanted to cry; he didn’t know how long she’d let him stay, but even if it was just another moment, he’d be happy. He kissed her knuckles softly and settled into the chair warming his feet by the fire as he finally truly relaxed.
Media - The Last Legion (Alternate)
Character - Emperor Romulus Augustus (Age Up)
Couple - Romulus X Reader
Reader - Y/n (Roman Villa Handmaiden)
Rating - 18+
Smut - Master & Slave / fondling / neck bitting / neck kissing / nipple play / moaning / overstimulation / semi non con / breast fondling / fingering / love bites / nudity / punishment / spanking / orgasms / cum / begging / hair pulling / riding
Word Count - 3098
My body already tingling with a renewed sense of ecstasy and anticipation, I gently reach out and wrap my fingers around her wrists, suddenly pulling her to sit on my lap again, this time in a reverse position as before, though, her back now pressed against my chest,
She gasped almost squealing as she suddenly finds herself back where she started, she turns bright red as she glanced at me over her shoulder, she trembled a little. She squealed as I gave her ass a firm smack watching it as close as I want,
A smirk appears on my face, as I watch her squirm in my lap, my hands gently kneading her soft skin, the soft curves of her backside. I take my time, caressing, fondling her, before my hands move up her sides, my fingers tracing soft, almost feathery touches up over her skin, as I start to speak, my voice lowers to a whisper. “I hope you’re not tired yet, my sweet little one, because I’m not even close to finished with you yet.”
I lean in a little closer, my lips just barely grazing the nape of her neck, pressing gentle and soft kisses on it, slowly moving up to her earlobe, and then gently biting and sucking on it, my hands still gently caressing her sides, slowly, but very deliberately moving,
she gasped as my hands moved under the dress, she shivered at the kisses and finally, when my hands make contact with her breasts she whimpers and arches her back just a little bit biting her lip hard,
I smirk at the way she moans and arches her back, the way she responds to my every touch, a wave of delight washing over me as I realize just how much I have her at my mercy. “Mmmh, my little one… I just love the way her body responds to me… so sensitive, yet so perfect…” I murmur against her neck, my own hands now slowly caressing her chest, my fingertips gently brushing against her sensitive skin and hardened nipples.
she whimpers, her body tenses up as she tries desperately to hide her feelings, uncontrollably she cranes her neck to give him more space to kiss
I take the chance and immediately begin nipping at her exposed neck, leaving behind little red love bites, my tongue gently caressing her sensitive skin. My hands keep caressing her chest and her breasts, gently but deliberately massaging the soft flesh, my thumbs now brushing against her nipples as my touch becomes even more seductive.
she whined and slightly squirmed starting to shift herself against me as she became far more aroused
I chuckle a little at her reactions. My lips still on her neck, I keep nipping, kissing, and sucking her skin, leaving behind more love bites until her neck is littered with red marks. “Does this feel good, my little one?” I ask, my voice low, filled with a wicked promise, my hands slowly moving down her body…
she whined unhappily throwing her head back
I smirk at the sound of her whine, my breath on her neck becoming hotter and heavier as my hands continue their journey down to her stomach and her hips, before my fingers gently brush against the insides of her thighs. “Oh, the sounds you’re making for me, little one… you’re already so, so sensitive…”
she gasps and lets out a small whine "nooo..."
I chuckle at her whiny little protest, my lips again on her neck, gently kissing over the marks I already left. My hands, meanwhile, slowly spread her legs apart, gently holding her hips in place as my fingers slowly start tracing small, gentle circles around her soaked little clit. “Hmmm… but aren’t you just a little eager… my sweet little handmaiden…”
she uncontrollably moaned even if she tried to choke it down her legs trembling, her hands grab his wrist in a feeble and desperate attempt to have some element of control of her fate but that's not going to happen
I chuckle again, amused by how quickly I managed to take control of her body, as well as how easily she has already given in to the ecstasy and the sinful pleasure I am giving her
“Aww… is my little one needy, is that it?” I ask in a low, almost teasing tone, as my hands continue to gently tease her sensitive little clit even more.
she whined and whimpers trying so meekly to resist but her body betrays her as she can't control the physical signs of her arousal, her nipples getting hard and perky, her breath hitching, flushed face and the small rivers now running down her thighs, "Romulus -" she gasped Her hips uncontrollably begin to shift for friction
I feel her resistance getting weaker, her body shivering and trembling on my lap as my every touch and caress slowly but surely gets her more and more aroused, her attempts to hold her whimpers and whines back as my fingers tease her sensitive clit, spreading her slick, sweet nectar all over my hand and her legs “Mmmmh… yes, my sweet little one…?” I ask, my fingers now gently and slowly caressing her drenched mound
she whimpers even more trying not to moan "Please... Please... Ill-"
I smirk at her whimper, my voice still low and almost, but not quite, gentle as I keep caressing her little mound, my lips again on the nape of her neck, leaving behind more little love bites. “Please what, my sweet little one? You have to tell me what you want, don’t you…?”
she whined and gasped leaning her head back on my shoulder "More..."
I smirk, sensing that she has given in completely, her body trembling on my lap, her voice a quiet, needy whisper I am more than happy to oblige. “Mmmh, you’re such a good little thing for me, aren’t you….?” I whisper against the nape of her neck, the hand on which I was holding her in place now gently moving between thighs as I gently caress her drenched entrance slipping my finger inside her and rubbing her sensitive little clit with the other.
she took my wrist whining as she moves one hand sliding it up her stomach,
I chuckle slightly, feeling her slowly guiding my hand up her stomach, a smirk appearing on my face as I realize what she’s trying to do “Aww, you want stimulation up here, my sweet little one?” I ask jokingly, gently pulling her body even closer against my chest as I take my time, slowly moving my hand up to her breast.
the second I has my hand there she moans loudly,
I can’t help but smile, I can feel her body trembling in my arms, hear the sweet little sounds coming out of her mouth, all sounds as she slowly give into whatever I want to do with her “Such a sensitive, needy little thing for me…”
I chuckle a little as I begin to ever so gently squeeze her soft flesh, my thumb and index finger rolling and gently pulling her hardened nipple as my other hand just rubs her sweet little clit with my thumb and slowly moves my index finger in and out of her dripping pussy, my lips again busy leaving a new love bite on her neck. “Can you feel it, my sweet little one? How slowly, gently, I’m taking you apart for me?” I ask, my words low, my breath warm against
she nodded as she moaned
I smile feeling her slowly give into the pleasure and ecstasy I’m giving her, feeling her slowly starting to crave it more and more as I give gentle bites on her neck and roll and pinch her sensitive nipple. “Mmmh… I think you need a little bit more… a little more pleasure, my little one…”
"Romulus!" She moans throwing her head back again, her hips bucking towards my hand
I smirk at her little moan, at the way she says my name, as I feel her hips buck against my hand, aching for more. I let out a low hum of satisfaction to myself, and my hands move again, very suddenly, very quickly, as I suddenly hold her down on my lap, not allowing her to move as I gently bite down on her neck. “Now, be a good girl, my sweet little one, and tell me… tell me what you need…”
she choked back a moan to try and get the words out "..I... Need..." She gasped before she loudly moaned "master?"
My grip on her tightens, a shiver of intense satisfaction going through me as the word finally leaves her throat, as she calls me ‘master’. The mere word alone is enough to make me want to take her right here.
I growl lowly against her neck, my teeth gently nipping at her sensitive skin, my voice rough and almost impatient as I speak low, right next to her ear. “Say it again.”
"Hu- master..." She whined grinding herself against my hand desperately
A grin spread across my face, my breath heavy and labored at the sound of her calling me ‘master’ again, more desperate, more needy this time. Her grinding against my hand, feeling how completely helplessly she’s trying to satisfy that need, that ache inside of her. For a moment I just remain still, almost teasing, still holding her tightly in my lap, still not allowing her to move as she needs and aches for more.
"master... Please" she begs as she gasped her gown and tossed it over her head leaving her naked on my lap
I suddenly let out a low, guttural moan, the sight of her, completely at my mercy, almost overwhelming me. My eyes roam over her body now, completely naked in my lap, my hands caressing her soft skin, my grip on her relaxing, allowing her to move a little bit again. “Mmmh, what a good girl my little one is for me…” I murmur against her neck, “such a needy, good little thing…”
she whined trying to make my hands return,
I chuckle, “Patience, my sweet little one… I’ll give you what you need… but only when I’m ready to do so.” I return my fingers to her sensitive pussy, and begin gently stroking it again, spreading her slick nectar all over, almost teasingly slow. My other hand moves to her chest, gently caressing her soft skin.
she moaned desperately
My lips move to her shoulder, gently, slowly biting and nipping at her skin, as my hand on her chest gently massages the soft flesh, before my hand moves up to gently pinch and roll one of her sensitive nipples, “Mmmh, is this what you want, my sweet little one?” I ask, my voice low, my breath warm against her neck,
"yes master..." She gasps rolling her hips
I smirk at her words, at the sound of her calling me ‘master’ again, her needy little moans and her desperate movements as she rolls her hips against me, trying to satisfy her need. I am beginning to grow impatient as well, more than ready to give her what we both want.
“Mmmh, such a good little thing for me…” I murmur against her neck, my fingers more to her pussy, suddenly pressing a little bit harder as I push inside my thumb starts circling her sensitive clit more purposefully.
she whimpers and moans desperately moving her hips back purposely so she can grind against my erect cock,
My hand moves off her breast and immediately smacks her ass, as a warning against her desperate need and disobedience. “No more of that, my sweet little one. I decide what you get, when you get it, and you will stay where you’re put…” I almost growl the words against her neck as my hand moves back on her chest,
"please Romulus... Please master..."
A low, guttural moan escapes me as she begs me again, my name mixed with that word, that wonderful, perfect word, ‘master’. I take a deep breath, trying to hold on to my fading restraint, the ache in my cock almost unbearably strong, before my hand inside her little moves faster and harder, my fingers circling and stroking her sensitive clit more intently, more relentlessly.
she screamed and squealed arching her back and moving her hips backwards again trying to move against me and ride on me,
I chuckle lowly against her neck, holding her down firmly against my lap, my hand leaving her sensitive pussy for a split second just to deliver another firm smack to her behind, before I move my hand back to circle her throbbing pussy again. “Ah, ah, no more disobedience, my sweet little one… do not make me have to get rough with you…” My fingers on her pussy keep their relentless, rhythmic pace making sure to rub her nipple little more too,
she screamed and squealed "master please! Please I'm so close"
I growl lowly against her neck at her desperate word, the realization that shes almost at her release, that I am almost pushing her over the edge, almost too much for my self-control. “Mmmh, yes, little one…” I murmur, my fingers suddenly moving faster, more purposefully, more intently. “Let it come for me. Cum for me, my sweet little one.”
"I can't - I can't stop- please please!" She screamed "please. I want to do it on master"
I bite back a deep, guttural moan, my breath labored yet strained against her skin, the need to give into my own pleasure and release even more powerful than before, her begging me, pleading, almost too much for me to take. Her whining and pleading for me to give her release, it’s almost enough to push me over the edge as well.
I let out another, low growl against her neck, my body almost trembling with the need to give her, and myself, the release we both want.
"please - master please" she begs moving her hips back once more and grinding hard on my cock trying to convince me one final time to let her ride me as she cums, her words almost sound like a desperate chant of ‘please, please’ in my ear, her movements begging for me to let her release, as my body almost trembles, on the edge of loosing control, my own release almost too much to hold back.
“You’ve been a good little thing for her master… you are allowed to cum on me, little one.” I say, my voice almost hoarse, as I suddenly move my hand from her pussy up to grab her hair, grasping it tightly in my hand.
She immediately moved back and let me slip inside her aching little pussy feeling her throb around me but she squealed and screamed my name her body trembling on me as she squirted down my legs, arched her back pressing her breasts into my hand, her eyes roll back and jaw hangs slow, she squeezes around my cock, her body immediately goes limp and falls against my chest
I growl loudly at the feeling of her finally getting the release she’d been aching for, the feeling of her spendness on my legs, as I gently grab her neck, almost pulling her against me, as I feel my own rush though me once more burying my seed inside her, “Mmmh, such a good little thing” I say, holding her tightly against me, letting her catch her breath for a moment, my own breath labored and heavy, my body trembling with the aftershocks of my own release.
After a moment, my lips gently caress her neck as I speak, my voice still low, rough, almost guttural. “Did that feel good, my sweet little one…?”
she nodded falling off my lap and landing face-first on the silk sheets completely naked
I chuckle, watching amusedly as she falls onto the silk sheets, her body tired and exhausted from the release, marked by my bites, my smacks and her own juices, naked and completely vulnerable on the bed. The sight almost too beautiful to take, “Mmmh, you look perfect like this, my little one…”
Y/n hums not really the strength for words
I chuckle again at the sound of her hum, a slight hint of satisfaction and pride in my tone. “You’re so tired, my sweet little one…”
"did ... Did ... Did I please you Romulus?" She gasped
A low, guttural moan escapes me “Yes, my sweet little one, you did. You’ve pleased me very much.”
"may I have a little request?"
A slight smirk appears on my lips at her question, “What is it, sweet girl?”
"could perhaps I be gifted just one kiss?" She asked so Innocently
I chuckle gently at her request, “Of course, my sweet little one. Just one kiss…” I say, leaning closer to her, my hand gently caressing her cheek, before I gently press a soft, warm kiss against her lips.
she moaned into the kiss happily savouring the kiss as long as we could,
For a moment I am taken by her reaction to my kiss, by her obvious, pure joy, by how her moan against my lips, the sound sending a shiver down my spine. For a brief moment the thought crosses my mind just how wrong this is, how our role dictate that we are not meant to do any of this, how they dictate I’m not supposed to care for you in the way I do, but it’s only a thought. I do not care. The kiss feels too good, her reaction too sweet, to care about any rules.
After a moment, I find the strength to break the kiss, my breath short and labored, my lips still barely hovering over her swollen, bitten lips. A slight, satisfied smile appears on my face as I finally speak, “Mmmh, her sweet little mouth… so desperate for mine.”
she sighed wistfully and leaned her head against his chest "because I don't get them very often"
The sound of the sigh escaping her, almost saddened by the fact that I rarely give her the kisses she clearly seems to love, it stabs me straight in the heart. I feel almost guilty for not giving them to her, for not giving her what she obviously wants. I want to tell her I would give her a thousand kisses, every day from this point on, just to make her happy, but the words never leave my lips. Instead, my hand gently caresses her hair, as I gently murmur a soft, almost broken “I know…”
We remain silent for a moment, my hand gently caressing her hair, my bare chest against her cheek, both of us still recovering from our release, as I look down at her tired, beautiful face, my eyes taking in every little detail.
