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So there's this fluffy thought I can't get my mind off of, imagine famous actress! Signora with a wife who still flirts with her, who would still court her even after they got married and just look absolutely in love with Signora 🥺 (can you tell i love Signora)

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WE love Signora here 😩 Pls I would totally be head over heels for her even in old age 😭❤️

Genshin Impact | Modern AU

Actress!La Signora x fem!reader | Fluff

The blinding flashes of cameras, cheers from the crowd and noise from the reporters burst forth the moment the most-awaited car drove through the driveway. An all too familiar yet exquisite deep red color adorned it's exterior, heralded as the most expensive car in the world and known to have only 4 models ever- Rolls-Royce La Rose Noire Droptail. There was only 1 person in this country that owned this beautiful beast, the everlasting beauty whom the car was named after- Rosalyne Lohefalter, or famously known by her stage name, La Signora.

"Signora! Miss Signora! Look here! Look at the camera!" the cameramen, reporters and fans all shouted in unison as the car hood rolled back giving way to the star herself. Signora waved at the people around with a gentle smile on her face, meanwhile the person accompanying her who was none other than her wife got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. You extended your hand to your wife who accepted with a smile and finally showed herself in her full glory. You kissed the top of her hand as she stepped out, grinning at her slightly flustered reaction.

"Look here! Miss Signora! Ms Y/n! Pose together! You both look gorgeous!"

The people shouted and you decided to oblige them by posing with your wife for a few photos before stepping away to give her her spotlight. This event was for her, she was the star and she deserved every bit of this treatment. The camera flashes added more sparkle to her low-cut dazzling white gown that was adorned with roses and embroidery near the base. Her shining blonde hair flowed freely, styled with 2 rose buns and rose accessories in her hair. She waved and blew kisses at the camera as she walked forward before stopping and turning around to look at you, extending her hand out.

"Let's go, my love~"

You smiled and joined hands then walked the red carpet together. The camera flashes and cheers didn't stop even for a moment as you walked, she really was a star unlike anyone else. You were attending an awards show where she was nominated for the Best Actress award for her latest movie which was a blockbuster, critics and fans alike expected her to bag the award for sure. She had everything a star actress could, she was set to become legendary and be remembered for decades to come.

You reached the main photo area of the venue, Rosalyne greeted some of her friends and co-stars on the way then pulled you to the photo area for her turn. You were keen to let her have her solo photos but the photographers requested you to join in as you made a perfect couple. You snaked you arm around her waist and posed together for some photos before letting go and stepping to the side, once again she did some solo poses for the eager fans and camera.

She looked at you and you exchanged smiles, a light blush crawling up her cheeks whenever your eyes met. She was then ready to walk off, you offered your hand to her from afar and she barely grasped it when you suddenly pulled her closer and pressed her body against yours before connecting your lips together. The crowd gasped and broke in excited cheers even more, the camera clicks and flashes going haywire at the unforgettable moment.

Rosalyne's eyes widened in surprise the moment you kissed, yet her hands held your shoulders in a natural way as if you had practiced this when in reality, you hadn't. Your arms secured her waist in a possessive yet gentle way, you loved surprising her this way and you knew she loved it too. The kiss was short-lived, you parted with a smile and she appeared awestruck, the noise from the people around inaudible to her as only you occupied her senses.

"Shall we go in, Rosa?~"

Your voice brought her back to her senses and she covered her blushing face then nodded and walked with you without sparing a glance at the cameras despite the constant requests. Everyone wanted to capture her flustered face, but only you had the privilege of making it happen in the first place. It was surreal to see a famous and talented actress like her become embarrassed of such moments, but that's what made her so humane and adorable.

The way you showered her in affection at such places always caught her off guard despite how much she had experienced it, she just couldn't get used to it. Rosalyne looked down for the rest of the way before you were stopped by an interviewer and she donned her usual confident expression and held your arm lovingly. You too would always get surprised at how apt she was at adapting to situations this way, but she wouldn't be a star like this if she couldn't do this.

"Ms Signora, how excited are you for the evening? Ready to bag your award for the 4th consecutive year, I suppose?~" the interviewer asked, and Rosalyne gave a simple smile.

"Well, I'd hope so. But there are many other deserving candidates this time so I wouldn't regret losing, it should go to whoever deserves it. I'm just happy to be here with my darling~" she cuddeled into your chest.

"Speaking of your partner, how are you feeling, Ms Y/n?" the interviewer asked you now.

"Uh, well, I'm definitely more nervous here than her that's for sure." you chuckled.

"Oh, you don't know how the fans talk about you both. You have certainly found a way into their hearts, in more ways than one~"

You chuckled with a shrug of your shoulders, "I have seen some messages, yes. They are quite.... daring, to put it nicely~"

The interviewer chuckled along, "You can't blame them now, can you? Some people want to be you and some want you! Have you seen those messages, Ms Signora?~"

Rosalyne's grip on your arm tightened for a moment before she loosened it to answer the interviewer, "Of course, I have. All I can say is I'm blessed to have her by my side. And I'm not giving her to anyone~"

Signora winked at the camera with a smirk. The interviewer laughed more then wished you both a good time and let you walk away. You made your way inside the arena when you noticed Rosalyne seemed to be deep in thought.

"Rosa, are you okay?"

Rosalyne looked at you with a pout then rested her head on your shoulder, "I have told you to refrain from public affection at such events.... I can't imagine how the media will react to that kiss now."

You grinned, "I don't care how they'll react. I simply wanted to love my wife, is that wrong?~"

"Mm, I know. I liked it too but..."

She squeezed your arm more then mumbled something inaudible. You smiled to yourself and remained silent as you already knew what she was feeling. You got seated at your designated table and the show began soon after. After an hour, the most awaited moment of the night came- the announcement of the Best Actress award. The nominations were announced followed by a dramatic silence as the envelope was opened.

You held Rosalyne's hand and gently squeezed it, the two of you exchanging smiles with each other. You couldn't deny you were far more nervous than her, you knew she won't be as upset about losing but you really wanted her to win. She was the most deserving in your eyes. Rosalyne noticed your nervousness and smiled to herself before gently patting your arm and looking at you.

"La Signora!"

A roar of claps and cheers erupted as her name was announced as the winner. Your heart skipped a beat and you immediately hugged her then exchanged a small kiss before escorting her to the stage, you kissed the top of her hand before releasing it as she climbed up and waved at the crowd while you stood in front and took her pictures and made a video of her speech.

"I would extend this award to my director and rest of the crew who made the film a possibility and gave me the platform for this, it was truly amazing working with such talented people and I am thankful to my fans for always supporting me. Last but not least, I couldn't do this without my Y/n so a big thank you for being here, darling~"

Rosalyne gave a short and sweet speech as she had prepared before blowing a flying kiss to the crowd and beginning to descend. You quickly went to the stairs and helped her get down, then took her by surprise doing an unexpected action. You picked her up bridal style in your arms, she almost gasped then chuckled and wrapped her arms around your neck and lovingly embraced you as you walked back to your table.

More cheers, claps and even whistles could be heard now. Rosalyne kissed your cheek then held you tightly, you placed her on her chair then sat on yours beside her. Both of you took a moment to look at the trophy then exchanged a small kiss and continued watching the rest of the show. You had initially planned to stay for the after-party but you couldn't wait to take her home, you had planned so much for this moment.

You excused yourselves after the event and decided to go home together. Rosalyne questioned why you were so eager to go back, but she assumed you simply wanted to be alone with her to celebrate her victory. You reached her bunglow then quickly got out of the car and opened the door for her, holding out your hand and helping her come out. She was about to walk forward but you surprisingly put a blindfold on her eyes and started guiding her inside.

"My love? What is happening?"

"Shh, just come with me."

Rosalyne felt excited wondering if you had a surprise for her, you always did so much to love her and support her. She heard a few doors open as you walked before finally making her stand at a place as you removed her blindfold.

"Ta-da!"

You exclaimed and she was spellbound at the scene in front. It was her room yet it looked so different decorated with all sorts of balloons and flowers. You brought out a table that had a cake on top with the writing, "Congratulations". Tears of happiness formed in her eyes and she couldn't hold back from embracing you tightly.

"Thank you, my sweetheart... Oh, what did I do to deserve you in my life?"

You smiled and patted her back, "Be yourself, that's all. I love you, Rosa. Today is your day, I'm so happy for you."

She kissed your cheek then cut the cake and happily fed you a piece, you opened the bottle of wine kept under the table and poured it in 2 glasses. You played her favorite music and handed her one glass as both of you sat on the bedside and celebrated together; you drank, laughed and danced together.

She had never felt so appreciated before, she didn't know how to express her gratefulness for you. Before long, you found yourself pinned on the bed with her straddling you and your lips joined in a passionate kiss. Rosalyne wanted to give back for all that you did, she wanted you to feel appreciated too just like you made her feel.

"I love you... I love you so much, my darling...." she mumbled between kisses and proceeded to undress you both, followed by a passionate night of lovemaking.

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scarlettromanov · 1 year

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Business as Unusual - Chapter 2: The Contract

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

Chapter Two: The Contract

The afternoon sun drapes across you as you lay in bed. Absent-mindedly you flip through a copy of the newspaper. The driver said you could take it. You needed to prove to Wanda that you had read something right? The material is dry though. After flipping past the sports section you quickly look over the business section.

A picture of Natasha and Wanda stares up at you. Natasha’s arm wrapped around Wanda’s waist. Wanda wearing a red turtleneck sweater underneath a black blazer. Her hair is curled perfectly. Natasha wears a black jumpsuit, a deep v extenuating her figure. Their wedding bands are clearly visible. Wanda is staring lovingly at Natasha, and Natasha is staring straight at the camera with a small smirk. As if to say “don’t you wish you were me?”

Maybe- yes you would like to be Natasha, or Maybe you’d like to be Wanda. Both women clearly had an effect on you, but you couldn’t deny the small twang of jealousy as you stared at Natasha's hand wrapped around Wanda’s waist. You wished that she would hold you like that.

You sigh, and briefly skim the article. Sales were up 75% from the last year. You knew this. You crunched numbers for Steve all day. Although your salary was subpar, you felt a sense of pride knowing you worked for a successful company. After perusing a few more articles you flip to the funnies, and laugh at the latest Garfield comics. Truthfully, you wanted to look at the comics first, but you couldn’t report to your boss that you read The Song of Achilles for the fifth time. The business section seemed like the next best option.

The rest of the day goes by slowly. Your nap is cut short since you are unable to stop replaying the events of the morning in your head. Tossing and turning, you day dream about the way her fingers brushed against your cheeks. Running clumsy fingers over the bandage on your chin. It’s not until you wince from the residual pain that the daydream ends.

After failing to sleep you take a walk in the park, like Wanda told you to. The feeling of the sun hitting your cheeks has you feeling light on your feet. You really can’t remember the last time you took a leisurely stroll. If you were being honest with yourself, your life had become train ride after train ride between work and the city. Ever since your breakup six months prior, the weekends felt like long gaps of time filled with binge watching shows, and going to the laundromat. Speaking of which, you desperately need to do a load of laundry this weekend. You finish up the day with a good old fashion bowl of Ramen Noodles, and then settle into bed. The small dragonfly night light in the corner of your bedroom helps calm your nerves, as you drift to sleep.

The next morning you are dressed, and about to head out the door when the buzzer to your apartment goes off. You wonder if you should answer it, but decide against it. Absolutely not wanting to be late to see Wanda this morning. The elevator is out again, so you take the stairs two at a time down the 8 flights.

Stopping dead in your tracts you notice the very expensive Rolls Royce parked outside.

“Ms. Y/L/N?” A man in a suit asks as you attempt to sneak your way past him. Skidding to a halt, you turn and look at him. He wears a pair of ray bans that hide his eyes. His expression is unreadable.

“Depends on who’s asking?” You ask giving him the side eye. The dark haired man is about six feet tall, but you gazed up at him unafraid to back down.

“Ms. Maximoff ordered the car.” He says shrugging, jerking his thumb back at the Rolls Royce Phantom behind him. You peer around him at the sleek black car. Not comprehending what exactly was going on here.

“Wanda what?” The words falling from your lips in disbelief.

Just then your phone buzzes in your pocket. Instinctively you reach for it.

From: Unknown

Public transportation is unsafe for a good girl like you.

See you soon. Let me know what to have MJ pick you up from Russo’s. - W.M.

Your mouth falls open as you look up from your phone at wannabe Men In Black. Wanda ordered a driver to get you to work this morning? Swallowing, you try to find your voice, attempting to muster up some kind of confidence.

“Tell me your name.” You tap your phone against his chest lightly. He doesn’t seem phased by your nosiness. His medium length brown hair is scraggly at his shoulders. It doesn’t quite fit the rest of his persona at the moment.

“James.” He quirks a half smirk.

“James, thank you. Cars make me nervous, please get me to Wanda safe.” He fully smirks at you now, looking over the tops of his sunglasses. Revealing a set of sparkling blue eyes.

“You got it, Ms. Y/L/N”

He opens the door for you, and you slide in with ease. The smell of leather fills your nostrils. James ignites the engine, and pulls away from your apartment. Staring at Wanda’s message. You type one reply. Delete it. Type another reply. Delete it. Finally you hit send.

Not even a minute later your phone buzzes again. Your heart does a kick flip in your chest. Wanda sent another message.

You let her last message sit out in limbo. It wasn’t that you didn’t like breakfast. It was the fact that eating with Wanda made you feel like there were golf balls in your stomach. Resting your head back, you just hope that Wanda didn’t have pancake breakfast waiting for you.

Half an hour later, James pulls up outside of the office, and turns to look at you. He removes his sunglasses and gives you a smile. He’s pretty handsome.

“Have a good day, Y/N. Have Wanda call me if anything comes up.” You thank him, and open the door. You had to admit that you sort of felt cool rolling up to work on time in a fancy car. Co-workers probably thought you were ubering to work.

If only your clothes matched your little fantasy. Quickly you make your way into the building. Ignoring the anxiety that you felt knowing you were working directly with Wanda. You let the giddiness wash over you. Without hesitating you hit the elevator button and take the ride up to Wanda’s office. The doors of the elevator open, and you step out with more pep in your step than you felt in months. Absent-mindedly you chew on your lip from the subtle anticipation.

MJ was already at her desk, her brow furrowed as she squinted to read her computer screen. Her glasses sit perched on her head, and you wonder for a moment if you should tell her. She looks up at you, and her smile lights up.

“Good Morning, Y/N,” Her voice sounds chipper enough for 8:45 a.m. on a Thursday. Either way you are glad to see your potential new friend.

“Morning, MJ,” You smile back at her as you approach Wanda’s door.

“You take bright and early very literally,” She giggles, and you nod your head giving her a sheepish smile.

“I am a very dedicated employee,” You mumble, followed by a small laugh, before reaching up to give Wanda’s door 3 small knocks. Your skin is buzzing in anticipation. Heart sitting in your throat as you hear the clicks of Wanda’s Heels heading straight towards you. The door swings open, and her green eyes meet yours.

“Good Morning, Y/N. Come in,” She’s pleased with you being early. She gestures for you to enter. From behind you Wanda lifts the straps of your backpack from off of your shoulders, and lowers it to the floor next to her desk. Before you sit down at the desk, you hear Wanda’s heels retreating towards the coffee table and sofa. So you turn to follow her. She sits in the armchair opposite of you, and you eye up the array of fruit and croissants. Silently, you thank her for not getting pancakes. Attop of of a small black and red coaster you see it. Your black coffee. You lick your lips as you can smell its aroma in the air. Was it obvious to Wanda that you were a caffeine addict?

“How was your ride into town? Cozy?” Wanda asks with a smile. Her red lipstick looks fresh, and you wonder what brand she uses. The drugstore brand that you used on special occasions rubbed off almost immediately.

“Yes! Thank you again. You definitely did not have to do that,” You blush as her actions mean more to you than you think she realizes.

“Like I said, public transport isn’t safe. It gives me peace of mind knowing you’ll arrive here every day.” She crosses her legs, flipping her hair over her shoulder again. You notice that she does this whenever she wants to come across as nonchalant. You ignore her attempt to set you at ease. You desperately want to know why she cares this much about your well-being. For now though, you nod your head, and grab a few pieces of sliced kiwi from the tray. Wanda’s eyes light up seeing you attempt to eat.

“Is this alright? I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat in the mornings.” She gestures to the trays of food.

“Oh. Y-yeah. I’m not much of a breakfast person. I love fruit though,” You pause, and grab a croissant from the tray, placing it onto your plate, “And croissants actually are my favorite pastry. ” You smile, breaking open the pastry to reveal the dozens of layers of butter and pastry. They were fresh, and you could tell. Wanda eyes you with a warm smile. She reaches for her drink, and takes a sip. She closes her eyes, and you can tell that she’s enjoying this moment of bliss.

“What kind of drink did you get?” You ask when she opens her eyes again. To your surprise her cheeks turn the slightest tinge pink. Wanda Maximoff, embarrassed? You silently bask in how cute she looks when she blushes.

“Would you judge me if I said a lavender oat milk latte?” Wanda says, looking away from you. You giggle, it should have been obvious to you that she was drinking a beverage so queer coded.

“So you are judging me.” She quirks an eyebrow at you, and you try to stifle your laughter.

“No! No! I just should’ve known,” You wave your hands trying to let her know that you’re being playful.

“I’m confused,” Wanda’s Sokovian accent bleeds through for a moment, and you notice. Ignoring how adorable she’s being, you attempt to explain,

“It’s… you know… queer.” You do a little flick of your wrist. Hoping she understands the gesture, and that the age gap between you two isn’t going to ruin the moment. You take a sip of your coffee now feeling just how dry your mouth felt from the nerves.

“Well that would explain why I've had people slip me their number after I’ve ordered this drink.” You inhale suddenly from the way her words throw you off. Unfortunately you had been in the middle of sipping your coffee. Immediately you choke on the liquid. Wincing at the burning sensation in your throat. This is what you get for attempting to drink a scalding hot drink without waiting for it to cool. Wanda jumps to her feet to help you. You hold up a hand.

“I’m fine- I’m fine!” You assure her, but the look of worry doesn’t leave her eyes. Clearing your throat a few times, still trying to push down the giggles

“Is it that funny to believe that someone would hit on me?” Her voice is completely serious. Heart sinking into your ass and you fall silent. Giggles long forgotten. With burning cheeks you look down at your hands again. This is it, she’s going to fire you for being an asshole. You think to yourself. Shame filling your thoughts.

You bite your bottom lip, and then reply, “No, I can believe it.” Meaning it since you know you would hit on her if you had an ounce of confidence (and obviously weren’t already her employee).

“I’m screwing with you, Y/N.” Wanda’s replies, a smile in her voice. When your eyes meet she winks at you. Of course she’s screwing with you. Wanda always found a way to make you squirm. A small part of you knows that she loves to see you flustered. Your brain couldn’t help but short circuit when she would wink at you; make a joke at the copier, or by making faces at you during staff meetings ( when you both were clearly not listening ).

“Relax, Sweetheart.” Taking a few deep breaths you feel the blush disappear from your cheeks.

“So now that we’ve established that my drink is extremely gay. Let’s get to business.”

You nod, and stand to grab a piece of paper and a pen. Wanda reaches down to her bag, and pulls out a stack of documents. She leans forward, and places the document gingerly into your hands. It’s a nondisclosure agreement . Your eyebrows knit together, and you absentmindedly sit back down on the couch.

“Wanda, why am I signing an NDA?” Wanda places a few pieces of fruit onto her plate, and plucks a grape in between her thumb and forefinger. She eyes you with a look that you can’t quite understand. Her tone is serious when she replies,

“Do you trust me?”

You don’t hesitate before replying, “Absolutely.”

“Sign the document,”

You stare down at the stack of papers, and flip through it. Once, and then again for good measure.

“Always crossing your t’s and dotting your i’s. Very thorough,”

You didn’t know how to tell Wanda that your dad is an attorney. Growing up, despite his general dislike of you, your Father made sure to stress the importance of reading a document before signing it. Right now though, you push his words out of your head. Clicking your pen, you sign on the line above your name.

“Thank you,” Wanda says before taking the document to her desk. You can feel the questions dancing behind your lips, and she notices.

“You are my personal assistant, and data analyst for Natasha and I’s affairs.”

You raise your eyebrows. If you were Wanda’s personal assistant, what did that make MJ? That poor girl probably needs this job more than you do.

“What about MJ?” Your voice is full of worry.

“MJ is my company secretary, you will be filling in the gaps for any other needs Natasha and I have.”

Natasha? Your heart rate speeds up at the thought of Natasha telling you what to do, and when to do it. You mull over her words, honing in on her choice of words. MJ was her company secretary, does that mean your work was outside of company limits?

“What are my hours?” You ask, running a sweaty hand through your hair. Your palms are clammy, but you don’t want to jump to conclusions.

“You will be on call for me and Natasha. When we call, you answer. This isn't a company position, Y/N. You do understand that, don’t you?”

Does this mean you were fired from your old position? Picking at your cuticles, You cross your legs, squeezing them together. Feeling hot tears well in your eyes. You blink them away. No, not here, not in front of the one person you so desperately wanted to impress. She could not see you like this.

“I can’t believe I got fired.” Your voice is full of emotion. Self Deprecation setting in quickly. Wanda shifts in the arm chair across from you. You refuse to look up at her sudden movement. Your cuticle begins to bleed as you pull on a hangnail. The world grows smaller as you retreat into yourself. Wanda moves to the seat next to you. She places a reassuring arm over your shoulders. She smells of vanilla and honey. Her closeness comforts you.

“You’re not being fired. You have a choice. You can continue to work for Steve,” Wanda pauses, giving your shoulder a squeeze, “or you can quit and work for me and Nat. The choice is yours, dear.” You lean into her with a bit of your body weight. She doesn’t shy away from contact. If anything, the grip on your shoulders tightens. A choice between crunching numbers all day for Steve Rogers, possibly never moving up in the company. Stuck under someone else's thumb. This offer from Wanda felt like a step up somehow. And despite not being much of a materialistic person, you cannot deny that a chance of a raise sent a thrill through you. Chewing on the inside of your cheek, feeling the slow rush of excitement setting in.

“I choose you and Natasha.”

“Good choice, honey.” She winks at you again before turning to wrap her arms around you. Your head rests briefly on her shoulder. Wanda pulls away, her hands resting on your upper arms, thumbs stroking back and forth. Your eyes lock for a brief moment, as you smile at each other. Wanda’s mouth hangs open the slightest bit with a smile.

Wanda’s office door opens, and you jump in your seat. It breaks you out of your trace, but Wanda doesn’t move. Her fingers are still stroking your arm.

“Good Morning, my love,” Wanda’s voice is full of love as you both look over to see Natasha. She is breathtaking in high waisted black trousers, and a low cut satin white blouse. The clicks of her stilettos barely audible as she moved. Her curly red hair pulled in a braid down her back. For a moment you felt like the world stopped as you took her in. Sure, Natasha had hired you. But if you were being honest, when you knew she was going to be in the office you would purposely stay glued to your desk. Steve would have meetings with her in his office, and she would always be sure to say hello to you.

“Good Morning,” Natasha’s voice is always throaty and low. She pauses before making her way over to you and Wanda, “I see that you’ve already started, I’m sorry for being late.” She leans down, and kisses Wanda. You divert your eyes, not wanting to seem like a pervert.

Wanda said nothing to you about Natasha being here this morning. Natasha settles herself in Wanda’s arm chair. Carefully she takes a manicured hand and picks up a strawberry from the fruit platter. Her cherry red lips wrap around the berry, and she hums in delight. Your hands, which are still on Wanda’s arms, tighten as you watch Natasha. She pats your arms with her hands, and releases you.

“Let’s get the paperwork together, and then we’ll get you settled.” Natasha sets the leaf of the strawberry on a napkin. Before sitting back in the chair. Her arms resting lazily on the arm rests, as she looks at you. Meanwhile you have a death grip on your thighs. Wanda holds up the signed NDA, making it clear to her wife that your lips were legally sealed. Natasha nods her head with a smile.

“So Y/N, how does it feel to be free of grandpa Steve?” Wanda stands, and passes by Natasha. Wanda ran a love hand up Natasha’s extended arm. You stare at Natasha, convinced that your face is the color of a cherry tomato. Her eyes clearly amused at your flustered state.

“Well, I don’t think I’m going to have to teach either of you how to work Excel. So it’s definitely a step up.” You mutter.

Natasha lets out a low chuckle. She is the picture of ease sitting in her chair. Her confidence radiates off of her, and part of you feels a bit envious.

“You’re right, Wands,” she says before taking a sip of her own coffee, “she is funny,” Wanda hums in response, as she carries another stack of documents over to you. She sits down next to you. Your legs brushing up against each other lightly. To your surprise it’s Natasha who speaks next. Your eyes lifting to meet her green orbs. Her features have gone completely neutral. So different from the playful woman who sat before you just moments before. Wanda lays the contract on the coffee table at your knees.

“Read the contact over, carefully,” Natasha waits for you to nod your head before continuing, “Your salary, living arrangements, days off, are your decision. However, I will not pay you over $150,000 a year, and you cannot take more than 3 months off a year. Your choice of apartment must be within two blocks of Wanda and I.” Natasha’s voice hangs heavy in the air. Has the room always been this humid?

You think you’re going to be sick from the rush of adrenalin. $150,000 a year and moving? You were barely making $40,000 in your current position, and your lease wasn’t up for another six months. Wanda notices the shift in your body language, and places a gentle hand on your back. Her thumb rubs circles into a knot in your lower back, and you fight the urge to squirm under her touch.

“Read it over, dear,” Wanda’s voice is soft in your ears, and obediently you pick up the contract.

This agreement establishes The Terms of Employment between the following parties:

Wanda Maximoff-Romanov and Natasha Romanov (Referred to as Party 1)

And

Y/N Y/L/N (Referred to as Party 2)

Party 2 is herein referred to as a “The Assistant’’ and is set forth to be available to Party 1 on a 24 hour; 365 day basis.

The parties hereby agree to the following provisions as the terms and conditions of The Assistants Employment :

The Assistant must live within walking distance of Party 1’s home apartment;

Party 1 is to help The Assistant settle into her live quarters under the terms of the contract;

Neither party may discuss the contents of the contract with any unapproved persons;

The Assistant is to keep all personal matters which involve Party 1 confidential unless Party 1 approves of the individual ;

Clothing

Food

Material Indulgences

Affection

Open Communication

You continue to flip through the Agreement, digesting that you will have to move in order to fill this position. What will your father think? You wonder briefly before you remind yourself that if your father wanted to have an opinion on your life then he would have to be an active participant. Rather than a judgmental asshole who swoops in to kick you when you’re already down. The reminder of his very existence has you grappling for a pen.

“Where do I sign?” You say with an air of confidence looking up at Natasha. Her red lips pull into a smirk. Her eyes darken, and she leans forward in her seat. Her elbow resting on her knee, and a hand holding her face. Wanda's thumb stills on your back, fingers tightening. You fight the urge to lean further back into her touch.

“Last page, sweetheart,” Natasha’s tone is warm, and you feel your insides fuel with excitement as you sign your name above the dotted line. The details could be sorted through later. Right now, all you could think about was the thrill you felt under Natasha’s gaze, and Wanda’s hand on your back.

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skzsauce01 · 8 months

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Over the Moonshine

Synopsis: Although you enjoy dancing during your outings to 44th House, you are far more interested in one of the bartenders working there. Your siblings will never let you live it down, but their teasing is a small price to pay if you can spend time with Chan. 1920s/Prohibition AU.

Warning: alcohol

Word Count: 3.5k

Pairing: f!reader x bartender!Bang Chan

Other Notable Characters: Yeji and Hyunjin as your siblings

Prohibition was meant to be a boon for the country, but it has been more of a nuisance than anything. Father has the doctor coming to the house nearly every week to write him prescriptions of whiskey, and Mother awaits new shipments of grape bricks from California to turn into wine. Lest one think that only your parents defying the law, your brother knows runners for rum, and you and your sister have successfully made moonshine multiple times.

Really, if you think about it, it’s the government’s fault for foolishly believing they could force temperance onto its citizens. Prohibition. What a seductive word. It practically encouraged misconduct.

As you step out of the car, the autumn chill sending shivers down your spine, a familiar thrill envelops you. Speakeasies are nothing new, and though this is your fifth time visiting 44th House, you feel as if lightning is coursing through your blood. Inside your beaded bag hides a sample of your latest moonshine batch. Yeji has secured her own silver flask to her garter for her to sip on throughout the night, but you intend to share your portion with someone special.

“I should have worn my cape,” Yeji says as she links her arm through yours. The beads of her dress clack against yours, and her fur stole tickles your bare arms. “You were smart.”

“You’ll dance and drink the cold away,” you assure her, eliciting a laugh from her. “Hyunjin, what’s taking you so long? Your hair’s fine.”

He gives his reflection one last check in Yeji’s compact mirror before handing it back to her. You were deliberate with your appearance tonight as well, yet you itch to tease him for his vanity. The temptation grows even stronger when he pauses his walk down the pavement to adjust his tie.

“The wind mussed everything up on the drive,” he complains.

“Should’ve taken the coupe like I suggested,” Yeji replies. She glances over at you, and a familiar mischievous expression crosses her face. “Unless you’re trying to impress someone with the Rolls Royce? Finally got a girl, have you?”

Before Hyunjin can retort, you archly add, “Who’s the lucky lady? Should we start planning the wedding, or will you break her heart like you did with the last one? She still calls the house, you know.”

“You’re both awful.”

While you and Yeji titter over your brother’s missteps in love, he knocks on the front door of the building. Above the golden “44TH STREET ANTIQUES,” the small window at eye level slides open. A set of dark brown eyes peer out, and a disembodied voice asks what they can assist you with. Changbin, you realize, which means that someone else is working the bar in his place, most likely Chan.

“I’m looking for a silver pocket watch engraved with the name ‘Paris Singer,’” Hyunjin says.

The door unlocks and swings open, revealing the interior of an antique shop. Mahogany dressers and wing chairs line the walls of the establishment, and silver tea sets sit behind locked cabinets. Though the items themselves are pristine, the faint smell of dust hints at the amount of history the shop holds. Whatever many secrets these pieces hold, the only secret you wish to uncover is hidden behind a silk screen printed with birds: the staircase leading to where the true 44th House is. With only flickering light fixtures for guidance, you descend.

“Excited to see your beau, Miss Railroad Heiress?” Hyunjin says. The jazz music grows increasingly loud as you near the basement. “You think he’ll give me the good gin if I ask him nicely this time?”

How Chan managed to pick you out amongst the crowd is still a mystery to you, especially since you were nowhere near Hyunjin and Yeji at the time. The Hwang sibling trio is instantly recognizable together but separate? Just ordinary, albeit beautiful, faces.

“He’s not my beau.” Yet. “And how do you even know about that name?”

Yeji hops down the last step with grace, landing onto the stone floor with a satisfying clack. “Because we’re not deaf, Miss Railroad Heiress. Now come back with something good for us, please and thank you.”

She smiles innocently at your exasperation, takes your arm, and guides you to the final door. When Hyunjin pushes it open, the whole world erupts with jazz and laughter, bringing an instant grin to your face. Men in pastel striped shirts and women in gold embroidered dresses swing and sway together, arms and legs snapping back and forth. The live band and flapper girls on stage encourage onlookers to join the rest of the party.

As expected, Yeji and Hyunjin forget about teasing you in favor of the dance floor. Meanwhile, you stick to the sides, weaving between the tables to make your way to the bar. A tipsy woman runs her hand through your fur cape and compliments you, and another woman trills with glee when she notices the number of beads you have on your person.

A man drinking with his friends calls, “Find me for a dance later!”

“Oh, I will!” you shout back. You blow him a kiss, to the amusement of the table, before disappearing into the crowds once more.

Even from a distance, you spy Chan chatting up a patron as he pours him a drink. Minho is on the other end of the bar, showing off his skills with a tin shaker. Neither of them have a jacket on, only a black vest, so they must be exceptionally busy. Saturday evenings always are. Well, that has never stopped you from flirting with Chan before. You’d rather dance with him rather than a stranger, but a dance is a dance, no matter who it’s with.

After Chan finishes someone else’s cocktail, you take their place, prop your arms on the wooden counter, and flash him a coy smile. “Hey, bartender. Can I get two bee’s knees and two of something made with this?”

You pull out your flask of moonshine and slide it across the bar. Your initials are monogrammed on the front in curling letters, and your heart jumps when he brushes his thumb over the grooves. “You can give it a try if you like. Made it myself.”

“Did you really, Miss Railroad Heiress? You didn’t strike me as the sort to mess with a distiller,” he remarks. Nevertheless, he unscrews the top and takes a sip. “Not half bad. Be better in a ward eight though. Two, you said?”

“Yes. One of them’s for you.”

His arm hangs in mid-air, the bottle of lemon juice forgotten. “For me? How come?”

“I brought my moonshine because I wanted you to have a taste, so why not? Besides, you just said it would taste better in a ward eight. Let’s put it to the test.”

He laughs and starts again. You watch him pour and mix with fascination, and a childish delight washes over you when he drops two maraschino cherries into one of the glasses. You’ve asked for at least one cherry in every one of your cocktails at the 44th House. Changbin rarely obliges if the recipe book doesn’t call for it, but Chan never forgets.

He hands you back your flask and taps his glass against yours. “Here’s to you, Miss Moonshine.”

The drink is perfect—sweet with a hint of lemon. You pluck out a cherry floating at the top, pull off the stem, and thoughtfully chew on the fruit. “Is that my new name?”

“There are two Miss Railroad Heiresses running around, after all. I need some way to tell them apart.”

You don’t have the heart to tell him that Yeji also knows her way around a distiller. But as far as you know, Chan has never spoken to Yeji before and likely never will since she sends you to the bar in her stead, so your skin tingles with fire as you hear the words “Miss Moonshine” roll off his tongue. It’s just as alluring as “prohibition.” Maybe it’s the whiskey talking.

(It’s definitely not.)

“Let me get your other drinks,” he says. Then he leans in conspiratorially close, his eyes glimmering under the honey-colored lights. “Stay until closing? I’ll do my best to sneak a dance with you.”

Before you can reply, a man in a herringbone suit saunters up to the counter and asks for a Chicago fizz. He glances over at you with practiced nonchalance, and you realize that it’s the same person who you blew a kiss to. He’s quite handsome up close, even if his airs are rehearsed.

“Hello again,” he greets. His smile is dangerous, reminiscent of a serpentine path you drove on once in the countryside. “Are you free, by any chance? If I remember right, you promised me a dance.”

Chan has reverted to being a bartender, measuring syrup with a careful eye while eavesdropping on the conversation occurring in front of him. You’re a flirt but only with Chan; he has nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, he can’t read minds, so he sets down two bee’s knees in question: Will you stay until closing?

You consider pretending that the music is loud enough to drown out the stranger’s voice, but he seems to be the persistent sort. Reluctantly, you pop the remaining cherry in your mouth and tug the stem out from between your teeth. “What was your name again?”

“Seungmin.”

“One dance,” you agree. “But before and after that, I’m busy until the night ends. Thank you again, Mister Bartender.”

Chan relaxes and nods in acknowledgement. While Seungmin waits for his Chicago fizz, you take the drinks and roam around the speakeasy, looking for Yeji and Hyunjin. The room has grown more crowded, and a thin layer of perspiration graces your back. You press one of the sweating glasses to your cheek as you scan the groups that have formed. Yeji was the smart one, not you.

You eventually find Hyunjin surrounded by a gaggle of women. His hair and button-down are more disheveled than they were after the drive, yet he doesn’t seem to care a whit now that he has admirers. He may deny it, but he thrives off of attention.

“Whose heart are you breaking tonight?” you ask as you slink up to the table. With two out of the trio present, a few of the more timid ladies make way for you. “Should I prepare apology flowers in the morning? And where’s Yeji?”

To his credit, he doesn’t blush at your comments. He’s more enamored by the cocktails in your hand. “Somewhere. What are these?”

“Gin. I still have some of my whiskey, if you want. We’re staying until they close tonight, by the way.”

After being subjected to tasting your previous moonshine experiments, he no longer enjoys whiskey, so he accepts the gin. “Sure. Did your friend make this?”

A wave of giggles courses through Hyunjin’s flock, and an image of your name in the society papers appears behind your eyelids. If you are to land in the papers again, it will be of your own volition, not Hyunjin’s mouth. “Any one who can make a good drink is a friend of mine. I’ll call the florist later.”

Before he can retaliate, you scurry off to find Yeji who is “somewhere.” After mistaking a woman with a similar stole for her and dodging a gallery of swinging limbs, you spy her in the middle of the floor, doing the Charleston while spectators observe her. With a blood orange drink in hand, Seungmin is among them, watching Yeji with curiosity. When she finally spots you, she dances her way over to you, onlookers cheering her on, and snatches the refreshment from your hand.

“Send Chan my thanks,” she says in between breaths. She leans against your shoulder and tries to pass off her stole to you. “Please? You’re not doing anything.”

As if he can sense your exasperation, Seungmin emerges from the sea of people and extends his arm out to you. “How about it?”

You shoot your sister a pointed look. “I’d love to.”

You’re not as nimble as Yeji or as limber as Hyunjin—few people are—but your footwork is on par with theirs after years of practicing with them, and your passion makes up for the rest of your lacking skills. Seungmin is a decent partner, in spite of his attempts to chat with you throughout.

“You sure you’re not free later?” he asks after the song ends. Flushed with exertion, he loosens his tie. “Not even for a drink? I’ll buy.”

“I can buy my own, thank you.”

You say your goodbyes to Seungmin and collapse against Yeji, who has sweet-talked a departing party into giving up their table for her. As she helps you shrug off your cape, you open your bag for your flask. The whiskey pleasantly stings as it goes down.

“Have you given up on Chan already? Your new guy is a looker, but I like Chan more.”

You explain to her the details of your arrangement, fully anticipating her to tease you throughout. And she does. The wedding invitations will read “Miss Railroad Heiress and Mister Bartender,” and the wedding itself will take place at 44th House in honor of your first meeting. As she continues, you shut your eyes and do your best to concentrate on the surrounding conversations. You don’t care about the latest stove innovation, but it’s far less maddening than Yeji.

In the midst of it all, having missed the company of his sisters, Hyunjin joins the table. No one trails after him, no one comes up to drag him away, which would have been favorable. What a disappointment; no hearts will be broken tonight. Worst of all, he, too, gives you grief for being enamored by Chan.

“Should I let you drive the car home, so you can impress him?” he says, earning a sigh from you. “Now that I think about it, you did insist on taking the convertible.”

“And you took an awful long time fixing your hair before we left!” adds Yeji. “Really, you and Hyunjin are more alike than you think.”

“Hey!”

How else will you pass the time if not for your bothersome brother and sister? You let Hyunjin argue for you and permit your eyes to wander to where Chan is still working. Dozens of patrons surround the bar, so you can only catch glimpses of him through the gaps between heads. You doubt he saw it, but what did he think of you and Seungmin? While some people get easily jealous, others recognize that sometimes fun is fun, no ulterior motives.

After enduring another five minutes of Hyunjin and Yeji’s bickering, you decide it’s time for a change of scenery.

“What do you want to drink?”

“Mojito, extra lime. Make sure he knows about the Rolls Royce.”

“And don’t forget to tell him the wedding date. Jack Rose for me.”

The crowd hasn’t thinned out in the short time it took for you to arrive, so you patiently wait by studying Chan’s bartending skills. How long has he done this for? From handling a large bottle of vodka to garnishing drinks with mint leaves, all of his motions are deft. During the fifth cocktail, he notices your presence out of the corner of his eye and begins adding flairs to his process—a little twirl of the stick, an extra tall pour. When it’s finally your turn, he leans against the counter and meets you halfway. His eyes flicker with golden light.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he says before you can get out a word. “Miss Moonshine, can I be the next to dance the Charleston with you? I promise I’m a better dancer than the last guy.”

Astonished, you blurt out, “You saw it!”

“Of course I did.” Almost sheepishly, he adds, “You’re all I see.”

Your skin prickles as if you’re standing outside in the cold, but your cheeks are aflame. “The speakeasy doesn’t need you?”

“Minho’s got it handled. Come on now.”

You highly doubt Minho can man the bar by himself, but you nonetheless take Chan’s hand and lead him to the center of the building. You hear Yeji’s giggles and Hyunjin’s smug remarks as you pass by, but your annoyance is soon drowned out by the merriment of the other patrons. Soles slap against the floor in quick succession, and you nearly lose an eye to a flying string of pearls.

Chan places his other hand on your arm. “You’re pretty good, but do you think you can keep up with me?”

His teasing rouses you further, so you put more energy into your steps. A little more bounce and a little more snap, just as he did when he was mixing drinks. The people surrounding you slowly inch away when you grow more excited, and you gladly use all of the space around.

“Show-off,” Chan laughs when you momentarily let go of his hands to perform a series of kicks.

You finish with a flourish and playfully bow when he starts clapping. “It’s what I do best. How long do I have you for?”

“Not that long,” he admits, taking your hands again, “but come back tomorrow? I’m off then, so you’ll have me all to yourself.”

He winks, leaving you in a stupor as he guides you back to Yeji and Hyunjin. This is not how it’s supposed to be; you’re the one who does the flustering around here. You’re certain you have a silly smile on your face because as soon as he leaves, Yeji pounces for answers.

“What happened?” she questions. “Did he kiss you?”

“More like she kissed him,” Hyunjin drawls as he snaps his fingers in front of your eyes. “Have you died or what?”

You push his hand away, glaring at him when he pretends to have been injured. “No one kissed anyone. Just a dance. Geez, it’s like you two are trying to get me in trouble. Let’s go before someone actually hears you.”

Hyunjin grabs your cape for you, not in a gesture of kindness, but so he can toss it at you and laugh as you struggle to catch it. “You could’ve at least gotten us our drinks before you decided he wasn’t worth it. Where are we heading now? Bellamy’s?”

“I’d rather go home,” you answer.

Yeji links one arm through yours and the other through her brother’s, effectively creating a human fence that others have to walk around. “So you can sleep and dream of him?”

“One day,” you declare, “you’ll get a crush, and I will never let you breathe again without mentioning their name. Hyunjin will join in, and you’ll get a taste of your own medicine.”

As expected, the drive home is riddled with poor jokes and pointless retellings of the night. It is the same when you head back to 44th House the following night. You’d rather Yeji and Hyunjin not be in the establishment at all, but reassurance is always welcome, even if it does come with a side dish of pestering.

Minho is the gatekeeper this time, and he regards you with some contempt for last night’s endeavor. Your half-hearted apology is responded with a grunt and a reluctant opening of the door.

You inhale the scent of the antique store, run a finger across the back of a velvet chair for luck. Your whole body hums with energy as you descend, and the trumpet horns on the other side of the walls only increase the tension. Why are you nervous? You have no reason to be.

At the bottom of the steps, you say with gravity, “Both of you, stay away from me tonight.”

Then you run into the crowd before they can follow. As the uproar rings in your ears, you scan the interior as you cut across the room, wincing when the overzealous tuba player blasts a note in your direction. Someone spills part of their drink onto the tops of your heels, and though you feel the liquid seeping between your toes, your main concern is finding Chan. You pause whenever you see a man in a black vest. Would he wear a similar outfit to his uniform on his night off? Likely, no, but you have no other basis for his attire.

“You’re here! Finally.”

You turn around to see Chan that has found you first. His grin shines like a crescent moon against his dark pinstriped suit, but there is nothing sinister about his expression.

“How do you do it?” you ask, slipping your arm through his. His face colors with a faint shade of pink. “You always seem to know where I am.”

“To be honest, I’ve been watching the door all night. Should we get something to drink first?”

As it turns out, you are correct to tell your siblings to stay far away from you because after sharing some potent moonshine, you kiss Chan by the bar. Everyone in the vicinity witnesses it, so you’re bound to end up in the papers tomorrow, but you don’t care. It’s Yeji and Hyunjin’s fault for putting the thought into your head. Most importantly though, this is the happiest you’ve been.

Prohibition. What a lovely era.

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toastedkiwi · 1 year

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Bruce finally sitting down at the head of the table. He looks around the table. All his kiddos are gathered. However, he does a headcount. He’s missing one— the latest one. His teenage daughter. Not Cassandra. Not Stephanie. Y/n. The one who isn’t a trained vigilante. The one who doesn’t leave the manor besides to go to school.

Bruce: where’s y/n?

Jason: who?

Bruce headed off. He knocked on her bedroom door and called out her name. She’s not answering. He opened the door and flicked on the lights. She’s not in there. He looked under the bed and in her closet. She’s not there. He’s getting worried. Everybody joins in the search.

Meanwhile… she’s in a blacked out Rolls Royce that is in the garage looking up at the starry night sky looking ceiling. She’s totally high off her ass listening to SpongeBob’s greatest hits with some noise canceling headphones.

#bruce wayne x unsupervised daughter!reader #dad!bruce wayne x daughter!reader #batfam x nonvigilante batsis!reader

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en-wheelz-me · 9 months

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#cars #car #luxury #classic #luxurycars #rolls royce #phantom #phantom ii #ev #bev #ev converstion #classic car #classic cars

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dross-the-fish · 6 months

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What do you think the Monetly crew and team Dracula be in the 1920's vs the 1930's? Would there be things they'd like these eras?

Hyde will be in America so he is going to be bootlegging and going to speakeasies during the prohibition. I also see him getting very into cars, in 1925 he'll be the proud owner of a Rolls Royce Silver Ghost. Selma will stick with him, she can't be a monster hunter anymore but she still craves excitement, danger and adventure and those things seem to follow Edward around.

Quincey and Larry will have settled down together, Quincey will have opened his own practice and I see both of them being very into movies and the rise of jazz.

As musical hall style entertainment dies out Theo will transition to perusing a career in criminal law in the hopes that she can make a difference for the lower class by offering her services as a pro-bono lawyer. I see her really enjoying how accessible the rise home radio systems makes music through out the late 20s and 30s.

Watson and Holmes are living out their retirement in relative peace and quiet, both quite old in the 20s and 30s. I see them also enjoying the advent of commercial radio programming.

Speaking of Radio, I see Erik trying to find a way to work in the industry using the latest technology to run a radio station that records and broadcasts opera productions. The transmission of his Don Juan Triumphant was met with scandal and calls for censorship.

Adam will continue to live on the margins, keeping largely to himself, though when they become a thing he will frequent late night showings of movies and films. He'll be very intrigued when 1931 hits and he sees "Frankenstein" on the silver screen.

Team Dracula

Carmilla and Laura have settled down somewhere in the English countryside where they manage to live in relative peace. Laura is the more trendy of the two and is very into fashion and keeping up with the latest styles. She often asks Carmilla if she can try new hairstyles on her and Carmilla agrees because she's not going to say no to having her hair played with.

Griffin He's still invisible for this scenario so he lives by hiding out in people's houses and stealing from them, prefers wealthy houses to poor ones and if people get too suspicious he pretends he's a ghost and he's haunting the place. He can go for months living like that before he has to move on. His invisibility keeps him from being able to actually live a fully realized life and pursue hobbies so he's just kind of watching the world evolve.

Dracula in torpor where he belongs. If he were awake he wouldn't enjoy the advancement of the world, just regard it wearily as more things to research so he can at least pretend he fits in.

Dr Moreau taking an interest in the developments of cosmetic surgery as medicine becomes more advanced. Reluctantly considering that maybe he should use anesthetic when he does his experiments.

Dorian Gray has become a movie star, obsessed with making and staring in films some of which are surprisingly decent for being vanity projects.

Imhotep. Kind of like Dracula he's watching the world advance with weariness and a fear that it's moving to fast for him to keep up. Though he grows more and more compassionate to the displaced minorities and the outcasts who struggle through their continued oppression even as the world claims to become more enlightened.

Mephistopheles back in hell taking a time out through the 20s and 30s. Wouldn't appreciate those decades anyway.

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write george + anal pls

Finally. Some anal

Both George and John were drunk. Not drunk enough to not know better, just drunk enough not to care.

It always startled George that Sylvie was such a slag. She was pretty and nice but she liked it up the ass. And what an ass she had. Round and soft but not at all too big. And her pink rose bud of an asshole was tempting.

Sylvie wasn't drunk. And she laughed at John and George. They had agreed earlier that John would get the blow job and George would fuck her up the ass. If she was up for more, they'd trade and do it again.

Sylvie looked like a model. She was tall and slender and always dressed in the latest. Her hair was perfectly styled and she had gorgeous teeth. George and John had discussed endlessly why such a beautiful bird was such a slut for anal.

John offered her a drink, and she took the obligatory sip. Then she took off her clothes and stood there in her high heels with her hands on her hips. "You got the Johnnies?"

George pulled several from his top pocket. That was Sylvie's only rule. The cock up her ass had to have a Johnnie.

Of course John wanted more. He had to feel her up and run his finger up her snatch and George knew John would just ruin it by demanding more than Sylvie allowed, but tonight he seemed rather subdued.

"Where do you want me? Paul's piano? Ringo's drums?"

"How about this stool ?" suggested George. And Sylvie put her hands on the seat and spread her legs as she bent over.

"Perfect," she crooned.

"You start George, " said John as he usually did. John got off on watching and he liked to jack himself before the excitement of putting his cock in Sylvie's mouth.

George couldn't just ram her. He felt obligated to give her some pleasure. He dipped his finger in his drink and then rubbed her pussy getting it juicy and letting her wetness lubricate her ass. John looked on as George pulled down his trousers and fitted the Johnnie on to his hard cock. Then he spit in his hand and got the tip wet and started to poke around Sylvie's pink arsehole. He spread her bottom wide and as she wiggled he got his cock in.

"Oh, Georgie. Oh you feel so good." She moaned and grunted with pleasure. "Let me suck that throbber, Mr Lennon!" And there they were in the studio. At 3 o'clock in the morning. George buggering while John got a blow job.

It was hot, dirty work. George was glad for the Johnnie. He couldn't go home smelling of ass. But by God she was tight as fuck and his cock was loving it. And by John's expression he was enjoying his blow job. They both pumped away at Sylvie. Then John started counting and George started to concentrate. Coming at the same time was the important part of this ritual.

"10, 9, 8, 7, 6," John counted backwards slowly. George closed his eyes. He could feel the rush of sensations and as John continued, "5, 4, 3, 2, arrgh 1!" And there it was. George came and John was still in Sylvie's mouth.

Sylvie pushed John away and George pulled out. She walked over to the trash bin and spit John's jizz out. George remembered she had swallowed his cum last time. She gave John a put upon look before taking her time and slowly getting dressed.

She looked in the mirror and reapplied her lip stick. When she finished she stopped it in her pocketbook, and snapped it shut.

"I don't appreciate being gagged," she said to John. As she walked by George she patted his cheek. "You, as usual, were lovely. I'll see myself out."

John and George watched her as she walked up the steps and out the door.

"I feel like we should pay her,"said George quietly.

"Don't be daft, son. She's getting fucked by and sucking off two Beatles," retorted John. "There's plenty who would be happy to take her place." He threw back the rest of his drink.

"Come on, I guess we better get home. Be back here soon enough." John threw the keys to his Rolls Royce at George. Even sober, John was a terrible driver.

And though he felt a bit guilty, George couldn't help but think he was a little in love with Sylvie. She didn't follow rules, she acted like she was doing them a favor. And she was gorgeous. He wouldn't want to marry her, but he did love fucking her in the ass.

#george harrison #beatles smut #the beatles #ask me stuff #fanfiction #smut #john lennon

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elleinmotion · 6 months

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What do the queens of green and black think of Alyssa? Like as a person? I'm so excited/scared for her!!

I could sum up all of Alicent's feelings about a good-daughter in this amazing post by Pendragora as it's a very spot on angle of approach that I'm taking in graves in many, many ways.

They also echo the sentiment I hold that Aemond is the paramount favorite of all of Alicent's children. I know from Aemond's POV in Graves it's his repeated conclusion that Daeron is her favorite (bitterly) and he stopped being her favorite a while ago.

That perception of his is tied into his very complicated and very low self esteem buttoned up behind that wonderfully arrogant and cold veneer, but since we get no interiority from Alicent as Graves is 100% Aemond or Alyssa POV, you're left drawing your own conclusions.

(spoilers: Aemond is her favorite, you're not SUPPOSED to have favorites as a parent but Aemond is abso-fucking-lutely her favorite, Daeron is her baby that she spared a life in King's Landing by fostering him with her kin in Oldtown, Aegon is her constant woe and worry and Helaena is her befuddling joy even if her foresight is a bit confounding)

There was a lot of day dreaming and outlining spent around Alicent and Alyssa's relationship all the way to the epilogue - with the wedding festivities in full swing since she arrived in the capital and all the chaos that entails, of course, it's hard for Alyssa to get to really know her good-mother in a one on one fashion but I think the latest chapter in Graves was our opening salvo of actually establishing a personal connection when Alyssa reached out and touched Alicent by the hand and thanked her for her gift of fabric towards the bridal cloak.

(just imagine Alicent getting a goddamn break for once, or being force marched to a summer vacation by Aemond bundling her up onto Vhagar despite her protests, flying her north to Runestone during warm summer years, Helaena and the children already in residence and the whole lot of them enjoying the peace, the change of scenery; they'll have respite outside of the heat and stink of King's Landing and all the politics in the rolling countryside.

She can pray in the tiny sept at Runestone, or take morning walks through the godswood with her good-daughter. She will see Aemond come into his own as a lord in his own right as Alyssa's husband, managing a household and his own affairs, finally out of the constant monotony of his life in King's Landing. Just the bliss of going from a madhouse of the Red Keep to a tucked away corner of the realm where living is slower, simpler, some place that gives folk the freedom to breathe and watch her grandchildren grow unencumbered, be able to freely move about without a whole coterie of Kingsguard, her children and grandchildren safe and happy and well-loved by all around them, which gives us such a peace she's not felt in years when she lays her head down at night.

Runestone becomes a "Balmoral" sort of retreat for her if I'm throwing around any sort of analogy.)

With Rhaenyra's opinion on Alyssa, it's more of an informed take from a distance in its current state in Graves. Certainly the friendship between Lucerys and Alyssa gives her some insight on the person that Alyssa is as a positive spin, especially as Lucerys and Alyssa have remained friends despite the betrothal not working out in the long run and Alyssa largely trying to make like Switzerland amidst the turmoil of Aemond's feelings towards Lucerys out of sheer terror of what would happen if Aemond were to give in to the violence he feels towards Luke.

As an added layer of complication, Rhaenyra no doubt would want to be very careful about alienating Runestone or any major stakeholders in the Vale due to the mood around Daemon and the shady, suspicious death of Rhea Royce. (my tinfoil says that Rhaenyra probably has an inkling that Caraxes is very, very fast and Daemon was very, very sick of his Bronze wife and her accident was very fortunately timed - Gerold Royce showing up at Rhaenyra's goddamn wedding feast all those years ago to lay down some pretty forward implications against Daemon can't just jettison out into the ether for those who know Daemon well enough. as the saying goes, my Nyra was born at night, but she wasn't born last night - just a question of what she would even do with that information if it's confirmed he killed Rhea)

Jeyne Arryn can only hold so much of a support effort as Rhaenyra's cousin and liege woman. Nyra has to get her hearts and minds campaign underway.

✨thank you for such a lovely question to pop in with, anon!!! ✨

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Following Prince William’s efforts to end homelessness, which involved posing for a picture with a Big Issue seller who is still homeless three years later, he and Catherine have launched an initiative to end hunger, which involves posing for pictures with poor people so the public think they’re nice.

William and Catherine are bravely venturing into food banks for a minimal amount of time, hoping they don’t catch something from the peasants, and running back to the safety of a chauffeured Rolls Royce where they can breathe a sigh of relief and say: “Thank god that’s over with!”

This initiative is hoped to improve royal favourability among young people who keep asking why one family has so many palaces when they can’t afford a mortgage. It’s understood the initiative should do much more to help hungry people than creating a fairer society without haves and have-no-palaces.

I was privileged enough to witness the latest photoshoot and I can confirm the fifteen minutes the royals endured in a food bank were full of hilarity.

A huge security guard searched everyone at the door and growled: “Make sure you bow, don’t make eye contact, and only speak when spoken to, or else you’ll be sent to the Tower of London.” This meant everyone who set foot in the food bank looked terrified, as they rightly should.

William, who was wearing a £3,000 Turnbull & Asser suit (but took off the jacket to show humility), stared in confusion at a tin of Aldi Macaroni and Cheese, asking: “Is this food?”

When his servant mumbled: “I think so, your highness,” William generously handed the strange item to a mother with a baby stroller, saying: “I assume you know what to do with this,” and laughing.

“So why do you have no food anyway? Was your servant unable to order shopping for you this week?” William asked.

“I don’t have any servants,” the peasant woman explained and William fell into stunned silence.

“Have you thought of getting your husband to shoot one of the pheasants on your estate? Men enjoy doing that,” Catherine helpfully piped up.

“My council estate doesn’t have any pheasants. Closest thing we have is seagulls and we’d probably be shot by police if we started blasting the local wildlife,” the peasant woman explained.

“Oh,” Catherine frowned, looking perplexed. “Well, I’m sure it won’t be long until one of your friends is inviting you to a lovely banquet.”

Thankfully, a security guard shoved the mother and child towards the door so they couldn’t cause any more of a scene. It’s unclear if the mother was arrested, but I can confirm the tin of Aldi Macaroni and Cheese was confiscated as punishment for confusing the royals. Serves her right.

One awful man wearing a tracksuit was arrested when he suggested William invite hungry people around to the next royal banquet and Catherine fainted, knocking over boxes of vegetables. Let’s be honest, no poor people were going to eat the vegetables anyway because they didn’t come with microwave instructions.

I can confirm Catherine is now recovering from her trauma in hospital where she is trolling Meghan Markle on her alt Twitter account, and the vegetables have been incinerated. The royal household is exploring the possibility of sending lookalikes to the next event to spare our future queen any further discomfort.

Some awful people (lefties) have suggested it was embarrassing for Catherine to faint in public, but I must assume they’ve never been face to face with council estate dwellers. Honestly, it’s terrifying. It’s like being surrounded by wild animals. At one point, I thought they were going to eat us.

A royal insider told me the food bank ordeal was traumatic for Catherine who had initially suggested they go in wearing biohazard suits with chainmail underneath. I can only imagine her reaction when she was told not to wear so much as a face mask because it might seem “aloof”.

I must emphasise Catherine was the consummate professional before she fainted and she performed important tasks such as checking labels because poor people are obviously too stupid to read for themselves.

This was a huge privilege for the scroungers who got to see what people who matter look like up close. This is what animals must feel like when I visit the zoo!

At one point during his fifteen-minute shift (his longest in a decade), William told an old woman: “You must feel so grateful that someone as important as me has decided you’re allowed to eat today,” and the old woman burst into tears. I can only assume they were tears of joy x

#satire #royals #abolish the monarchy

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simpforroses · 2 years

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One Piece Modern AU HCs: Law, Zoro, Katakuri, & Mihawk + Vehicles

This is an idea I had in drafts since April 17 that I revisited, based on a modern AU centered around alternative subcultures involving Law, Zoro, Katakuri, Mihawk, Perona, Robin, and my self-insert OC, but I thought to share these vehicle headcanons on main! Law, Zoro, & Katakuri also have their own car too, but for this focus, it’ll be their motorcycles):

Law would have a sleek & cool black and gold Kawasaki

He would customize it with heart motifs that he designed, himself. His jackets and helmet would also be custom designed/painted/lasered too to exemplify his style and symbols that hold a meaning for him.

Aside from his usual rock playlist, sometimes songs from media he grew up with would be played as he drives, such as the Sora: Warrior of the Seas theme song to make him really relish in the feeling of freedom, or ‘Hyperdrive’ would be on to set the atmosphere of riding a duel runner that he saw on Saturday morning cartoons.

A 1st aid kit complete with a syringe, bandages, antiseptic, epinephrine, & I.V. for an impromptu drip room, is always attached in case of emergency. One time there was an emergency in the park where someone had a severe allergic reaction and Law came through, resulting in being invited into the birthday party going on at the moment & kids on the playground thinking he was a superhero.

Kikoku is usually secured either on his person semi-upright or on his waist, using the red sageo, as a nodachi is long and can accidentally cut off traffic if worn horizontally

Zoro would have an electrifying & badass green Yamaha

Usually someone is on speaker with him providing directions or Chopper tags along, so he doesn’t get lost. The last time he was driving by himself, he ended up in the next town, when tasked to refill the water gallons for the Strawhats’ shared flat.

He has tried out the most motorcycle tricks out of the others, since the Strawhat gang would put him up to it (such as Franky making a mini-ramp or Luffy asking if he could nail a Hot Wheels-like course). Of course, up to any challenge, he goes along with it, and comes out mostly unscathed until he gets the stunt right.

There were also a few times he managed to catch a suspicious vehicle that matched an Amber Alert description, leading to him being featured on the news or being invited to schools and other events as a local legend & speaker (though when asked how he does it, he says he weirdly happens to bump into situations like that).

He rides with his bandana & usually has his katanas on him too, safely secured for practicing in a dojo or in an open space at the park.

Katakuri would have a bad-to-the-bone magenta Suzuki.

The under-seat compartment usually carries business cards from Big Mom or modified into a mini-fridge for a donut stash or for deliveries for Big Mom.

Usually has a pager on him to connect him to all his siblings, in case there is an emergency (this came to be after Brûlée & Pudding were bullied as kids. Cracker sometimes uses it to page about his latest WhoTube achievement or if there’s going to be an impromptu game night). He usually gets beeped a lot, being one of the more dependable siblings, but he knows when it’s necessary to rev it up & when to continue cruising.

Sometimes he & his brothers would ride through town in a group, earning the Charlotte family unexpected rep in town, when in actuality, they were showing up for a family wedding, dinner, or parking at the airport for a big trip, when all the cars/trucks on their lot are being used.

Was the cool older sibling dropping off his younger siblings at their school with a truck or his bike

Mihawk would have stately black Rolls Royce

Perona also gets to drive it too on occasion, so she looks like a mafia princess or funeral director’s wife pulling up to the mall (plus it’s perfect for storing all her purchases).

Hidden compartments in the car contains champagne flutes for special occasions, some form of bladed weapon that is able to be hidden—such as a switchblade or a short sword. Otherwise, there is a rapier in the backseat for when he instructs fencing class.

There is also a cross rosary hung around the rearview mirror and a solar-powered Kumashi dancing figure that Perona got custom made on the dash.

The glass & frame are actually bulletproof too. He also prefers to keep a clean car & there is always a pleasant lingering sandalwood scent or ambient instrumentals playing. He acquired the Rolls Royce from his money as a champion swordsman across many disciples (longsword, broadsword, daggers, rapier, sabers, etc. are all game to him) & wine connoisseur editorials he does on the side.

🏍Bonus (ft. Kid, Killer, & Ace)

Kid, Killer & their gang also fabricate their own bikes and vehicles in their workshop, coming up with self-bespoke, custom-made designs. But more often than not, it violates at least 1 street-legal condition. They get it eventually, but at least their non-legal cars can be counted as “art cars” for events like Burning Man

Ace also has his own flame studded bike, and does the mechanical jobs himself. Usually there needs to be loud music playing or Luffy & Sabo on the other side of a voice call, else he may risk falling asleep behind the wheel. However, he is a skilled driver despite his narcolepsy & has savvy for dodging accidents and teaching others how to ride.

Tagging: @jazminetoad, @starrybrujita, @gabrielasalazar18, @undercoverweeeb, @the-witch-of-one-piece, @fireflykaizoku

#one piece #one piece headcanons #one piece hcs #one piece aus #modern au #modern headcanons #trafalgar law #trafalgar d. water law #roronoa zoro #charlotte katakuri #dracule mihawk #eustass kid #op killer #portgas d ace #my writing #motorcycles #vehicles #headcanons #one piece writings

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Dubai is known for its opulence and luxury lifestyle, and there are several luxury car dealerships in the city where you can find high-end vehicles. Keep in mind that the availability of specific brands and models may change over time, so it's a good idea to check the latest information and visit the dealerships' websites or contact them directly for the most up-to-date offerings. Here are some luxury car dealerships in Dubai that were well-known in Luxury car industry.

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Remember that Dubai is home to some of the world's wealthiest individuals, and the city's luxury car dealerships cater to this clientele by offering an extensive selection of high-end and exotic vehicles.

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Soul of Bronze; Blood of Fire

Not Canon Compliant!!!

Helaena Targaryen x Targaryen Royce Oc

The Heir of Runestone would often joke that he should be referred to as Rhaegar Stone. Seeing as his father (Prince Daemon Targaryen) had no want for him and his mother (Lady Rhea Royce) was long dead. All jokes end when he and Ser Gerold Royce are summoned to the capitol by none other than King Viserys the First of his Name. The King wanting nothing more than to bring his estranged nephew into the fold, Viserys offers Rhaegar his so called Targaryen Right. A betrothal to the Princess Helaena and the chance to claim a dragon. Will Rhaegar be able to claim such a beast? Even if his valyrian skills were lacking? Prince Aemond seems to think so. Though he’s mostly is just thrilled to finally have someone around who’s willing to be his friend. Also the court begins to notice that the Princess Helaena seems to have taken a liking to the new prince. Much to her mothers dismay, who’s fighting tooth and nail to have the girl be given to Aegon. Something neither sibling wanted. To Rhaegar everything was going smoothly until the news of Laena Velaryon death had dampen everything.

Chapter 9: Rhaegar

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“Dohaeros!” The raven haired boy says causing his companions to snort. Aemond pinches the bridge of his regal nose.

“DohaerIS! Ris! Not ros. We’ve been over this.”

The older boys sighs in defeat. “Who am I kidding lads, the dragons will burn me to a crisp at this rate.”

He receives an encouraging pat on the back by Jacaerys. “Don’t be too hard on yourself cousin, you’re barely learning.”

Rhaegar knows the Velaryon boys reassurance is sincere but it did little too lift his spirits up.

“Besides” Aegon spoke up with, sporting his dashing signature grin. “Valyria wasn’t built in a day.” He throw his arm around his little brother Aemond.

“Ser Laenor said there are two dragons available not including the wild ones.” Aemond and Rhaegar share a look. Both boys reflecting unsureness. “Silverwing and Vermithor.”

“How about the The Bronze Fury for you cousin. It matches your heritage well!” Rhaegar made a face.

“The bronze will clash with my eyes.” The all erupt into laughter.

“Helaena told me this wouldn’t be my time.” The second son of the king said solemnly. “I’m not getting my hopes up.”

“What does she know? She also said when you get your dragon you’ll have to close an eye. What does that even mean?”

The rest of the boys shrug. Rhaegar feels like he should defend the princess yet he didn’t know how. Earlier they had explained that their sister often spoke to them in riddles. Aegon just thinks the strange ramblings are a sign of madness. While Aemond in private had told him Helaena could possibly have dragon dreams. The second prince swears that about half of Helaena’s strange riddles come true. Only that they are hard to decipher in the moment.

Truth be told this little discovery had made Rhaegar like Helaena more. The princess had taken his breath away from the moment he laid eyes on her. Thinking to himself that her beauty even out shone that of the moons. He had already thought her ethereal but now he was convinced Helaena was more a nymph than a princess.

Suddenly Rhaegar remembers the latest note the girl had snuck to him before departing to Dragonstone.

“Helaena wrote me a note actually…” all eyes on him now. He pulls it out from his black leather doublet. The inside a vibrant bronze color. He passes it to Aegon.

“He who eats the dragons flesh waits for you on the highest cliffside, tread with caution, yet not with fear and soon you both will reign over the mountainside.” Aegon rolls his eyes at his sisters none sense.

“You see Rhaegar! Pure rubbish!” The kings firstborn son exclaims.

Aemond however sees Rhaegar’s optimism as clear as day on his face, perhaps his cousin was willing to listen to Helaena. “Let’s do it!” Aemond says with a huge boyish grin. “Let’s see what waits for you on the highest cliffside!”

Reckless smiles break out on their faces. They race out the room, dashing down the hall so fast they could have been mistaken for a stampede. Servants swiftly moving out the way for the wild princelings as the made they’re way to the outside.

“And where are you boys heading off too in such a hurry if I might ask?” A sudden voice interrupted their groove.

Aegon tripping and falling causing the rest of them too fall as well. The four boys groan in pain helping each other up. Realizing it was his grace who stopped them, they boys bow down hastily. All ears burning with embarrassment.

Aegon was the first to speak, “Your grace, Ser Laenor, Ser Gerold we didn’t see you…” The King hummed disapprovingly.

The other two men raising brows at their respective kin. Ser Gerold had his arms crossed over his chest, his face reprimanding Rhaegar; no words needed.

“I hope you four weren’t on your way to the Dragonmont without us.” His voice stern but gentle. The boys shake their heads no. “No your grace, we actually wanted to go to the highest cliffside and view the ocean facing towards home.” Aemond said.

Not a complete lie Rhaegar muses.

His Grace fell for it though. “Very well! We still have some time before we head to the dragon caves. Meet us here in an hour.” He orders a two white cloaks to guard them. Rhaegar sends his Uncle Gerold sheepish grin causing the older man to squint his eyes at him suspiciously. He relents nonetheless.

They walk calmly out the keep knowing eyes were still on them, however as soon as their feet set foot outside they begin their stampede once more. The adrenaline pumping through the young princelings, making them laugh out joyfully. The guards have a hard time keeping up with the youth.

“If I remember correctly Jacaerys says “the highest cliff should be that way!” His chubby fingers pointing west. They slow down a bit. Needing to catch their breaths.

“I think we lost the guards.” Aemond huffs out in between breaths.

Aegon looks around them paranoid that the mention of white cloaks. “We need to search fast. If they find us now we won’t be able to pull this off. They’ll rat us out to father.”

They all nod in agreement. They keep walking, through the tall green grass. The type of grass that could also be found in the Vale. However here it was flat were as in the vale it was all hills and mountains. Lucky for them it wasn’t windy anymore like in morning. It felt pleasant out with the sun kissing their skin gently.

“Yes it’s here!” Jacaerys exclaims loudly. “The giant boulder I remember now!” It was huge. It has to be thrice the size of Sunfyre.

“I bet I can climb it!” Aegon says, they begin to debate who can climb up the boulder the fastest. Each one of them championing themselves. All the banter can to a halt when the low growl of something massive hit their ears.

“What was that?” Aemond asks, his lilac eyes glaring at his brother. “Aegon you can’t possibly be hungry again, we ate before we came!”

The older brother gives an insulted scoff “It wasn’t me you twat!”

“Yeah than what was it!” Aemond hisses.

“You guys” Jacaerys says trembling. “Look” they face towards the direction he’s pointing at.

Rhaegar’s lavender eyes filling with dread. Behind the boulder lays a massive dragon with the darkest shade of black scales Rhaegar has ever scene. “The Cannibal” Aemond squeaks.

‘He who eats the dragons flesh…’ Rhaegar felt the torch in his head light up. Was this what Helaena meant? If it was named the Cannibal than it’s because it partakes from its own kind… right? The obsidian dragon in question was currently laying its head on its arms sleeping without a care in the world. It’s horns flaring out upwards. They had to be as long as him.

The other three princes never knew what true fear was, until this moment. They clung together tightly shaking to the core of their bones.

“Fucking Helaena and her stupid riddles” Aegon hisses “When we get home we need to tell mother to get her an exorcism with the High Septon!”

Aemond tells him to shut up.

Rhaegar thinks back to the note ‘tread with caution, yet not with fear’. Helaena had seen it, she’d seen him with this obsidian behemoth. Rhaegar will trust her. If she’s to be his wife they’d need to learn to trust each other, so he’ll start now.

“Rhaegar no! That’s a wild dragon!” Jacaerys says frightened. “That one has never been tamed, many have tried and they have failed!” Aemond adds.

Rhaegar ignores them both. He walks quietly and slowly towards the beast. Which in return the beast heard the boys low footsteps. The wild dragon opens its eyes. Beautiful green wildfire eyes peering into his lavender ones. It lets out harsh growls from deep in its belly. A warning, to back away. Rhaegar doesn’t back down.

“Likiri” the raven haired prince says as he slowly sits on the ground. From behind he hears a hiss from Aegon. Rhaegar thinks he must look so stupid to them. To sit below the head of such a famed violent beast.

The Cannibal flares it’s nostrils not understanding what the boy in front of him was doing. They’re eyes still in lock with one another.

“Likiri” Rhaegar says again. The dragon lowers its head. The boys raises his hand slowly so the dragon can sniff it, The Cannibal takes only a single whiff. It bears it teeth at the odd human.

“Dohaeris” Rhaegars voice soft, almost cooing the word. It lets itself be petted as if he were a mere puppy. His cousins behind him have their eyes wide and jaws dropped.

“Dohaeris, dohaeris” now Rhaegar slowly gets up trying not to break the trance, making his way to the side of the beast climbing up slowly.

Now The Cannibal has had enough, shaking and bucking its body roughly. Rhaegar gripped one of its small black horns on its back tightly. Holding one for dear life. The beast wouldn’t submit, still the Heir of Runestone is determined to not let go.

He eventually makes it all the way up and mounts it properly.

“Sōves!” Rhaegar commands. He does for another five times. At least now The Cannibal had stopped its bucking.

“Valahd!” He tries another word. The dragon gives an annoyed roar and opts to lay its head down once more. Disinterested completely.

“Oh come on!” Rhaegar yells. He tries to command the obsidian beast over and over again, in the few words he had learned in High Valyrian.

Rhaegar looked over to his cousins who were still clinging to each other.

“Aegon are you reciting the prayer of mother?” He yells out to his cousin. Who doesn’t stop his prayer but nods dramatically. Great he made Aegon into believer again.

His thoughts return to the dragon, he tries commanding in the common tongue. It two proves futile. Rhaegar’s irritation growing rapidly. Desperation flowing through his mortal veins.

“Fłÿ” he yells out the top of his lunges in the old tongue. The tongue of his bronze ancestors. It was the last thing he could think of.

A low grumble vibrates through the dragons belly to Rhaegar’s bones. It almost resembles a cat like purr. The Cannibal lifts its head up titling in to its side.

“Dö ÿôû uñdèrštañd mè?” The rider continues in the old tongue. The obsidian dragon oddly begins to wag its tail. What in the seven hells? Rhaegar thinks to himself.

“Fłÿ wîth mè càññibłè!” The beast flaps it wings vigorously. Almost knocking the reckless boy off it’s back.

“Aaaahhh” the boys screams. The Old Gods and the New must be protecting him heavily. How else could one explain the iron grip Rhaegar had?

“RHAEGAR!!!” A voice roars. The boy sees Ser Gerold, Ser Laenor and King Viserys. Running towards him. Fear piercing they’re eyes.

“Get down Rhaegar!” Ser Gerold yells. His voice a mix of fear and fury. He unsheathes their ancestral sword Lamentation.

“I can’t!” He screams back.

The Cannibal roars majestically breathing out fire into the air.

“Hit the ground!” The Driftmark Lord yells grabbing the other boys making them duck into the grass.

“Fłÿ!” Rhaegar commands in the old tongue, with a king like authority.

Now the dragon does listen. Crawling off the cliffside and gliding into the golden orange sky. It roars proudly with no signs of opposition. They flew majestically over the shinning ocean water. The dragons large wings skimming the surface of the cool water. The Cannibal then elevates them into the heavenly like clouds. He felt water hitting his body. Clouds were just water? It felt beautiful. Rhaegar was now transfixed into another world. Taking in the beauty of the sky. He looks down below him everything looks so small. Like tiny ant hills.

“Woooohoooo” he yells out as his dragon zooms over Dragonstone. Faintly hearing the cheers of Aegon down below him.

He had been denied this for four and ten years? This feeling of freedom and addictive adrenaline? How would he be able to give this up?

“Tákè üš bàck Càññîbàł!” His mount listens, returning them back to the cliffside obediently, landing gracefully.

Rhaegar jumps off and his new friend, who immediately rolls on its back. This causes the rider to lift a dark brow.

“Whàt îš ît?” His voice low. The Cannibal uses its winged arm to bring him closer to his giant belly. “Ÿôü wàñt bèłłÿ šçràtçhèš?” Rhaegar asks in disbelief. Bringing his hands up to scratch him in the belly either way. Getting the impression that The Cannibal was more like a big puppy than the fierce dragon everyone fears so greatly.

“Prince Rhaegar!” Oh right, he forgot he had an audience. The men and the boys were at a loss for words. He walks towards them.

“Your grace…” he begins quietly he bends the knee. His raven curls covering his face. Shame begins to travel down his spine. While he was over the moon to have bonded with The Cannibal, reality was kicking back in. Rhaegar had just put them all in grave danger. He’ll surely be kicked back home now.

“I’m sorry!” He blurts out. Tears falling down his face, shame and guilt twirling around in his stomach. He didn’t want to leave his new found family with an awful impression. Rhaegar wasn’t reckless, he was usually level headed. The boy didn’t want to be separated from his cousins or dragon. Not when he’d just met them.

King Viserys brings up to stand taking in his nephews tears. Rhaegar readies himself to be screamed and reprimanded at but it never come.

“My nephew tamed a wild dragon.” His only hand grips his cheek. The kings own eyes filling with tears. “My nephew claimed The Cannibal!”

The king brings his into a tight hug. He didn’t see Rhaegar’s confusion nor the shock his sons and grandson have on their faces. His Uncle Gerold equally baffled.

King Viserys pulls away, “Ser Gerold may you hand me Lamentation?” The Valeman even more confused.

“Of course your grace.” He hands House Royce’s valyrian steel sword to his king.

“For doing what no other Targaryen has accomplished in our hundred years of existing and living here at Dragonstone, kneel nephew!”

Rhaegar’s heart hammering away. Was the king going to do what he think he’s going to do?

King Viserys raises the sword laying it gentle on his left shoulder. “In the name of the warrior, I charge you to be brave!” His voice for once sounding kingly. He taps Rhaegar’s other shoulder now. “In the name of the father, I charge you to be just!”

“In the name of the mother, I charge you to defend the innocent. In the name of maiden, I charge you to defend all women.”

The silence among the boys and men was nerve wrecking.

“Arise Ser Rhaegar Targaryen and Royce Heir of Runestone, a Knight of The Seven Kingdoms!”

The kings amethyst eyes sparkle with pride.

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So sentences that have words with letters that have accents (ex: fłÿ) are what I’m going to use for the old tongue. Thank you guys for reading! Comments are always welcomed! ❤️

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