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to the moon and back

Once upon a time, there was a wizarding family that was powerful and mighty. Nicholas Selwyn was the last of their family, and he and his wife Calliope had yet to have a child—an heir to continue the Selwyn name.

Then a miracle happened: Calliope had finally borne a child. A child born of the Selwyn and Rosier bloodline, the heir for whom they have waited so long. On the summer solstice of 1962, a daughter was born. And she was given the name Y/N, a fitting name for a princess. Families from the Sacred Twenty-Eight came from all around to offer gifts and praise for the little girl.

Among those families were the Blacks. Walburga and Orion Black had two sons. An almost two-year-old Sirius clung to his father's leg, hiding from everyone else. While the almost-one-year-old Regulus was sitting comfortably in his mother's arms. 

“Oh, Calliope, you are glowing!” Walburga Black praised the new mother, balancing her son on her hip. Walburga peered over the little girl that was bundled in a pink swaddle in Calliope's arms. “She's a darling!” 

“Yes, she is.” Calliope agreed with a wide grin. “The sweetest angel I've ever seen.”

Calliope looked up at the tiny hand that was a few inches away from her daughter's face. Six-month-old Regulus had his tiny hand over the newborn's face, seemingly admiring her.

“It looks like Regulus likes Y/N.” Walburga laughed, beaming at her son. Suddenly, Regulus' smacked Y/N square in the face.

“Regulus Arcturus Black, you do not hit women!” Walburga scolded the boy in her arms, who had no idea what was happening. Meanwhile, the little baby in Calliope's arms was screaming her head off, her face red as her cries echoed in the banquet hall.

Calliope soothed her daughter, an amused smile on her lips as she glanced at the little boy who had just hit her child.

"Oh, hush, Walburga. The boy doesn't know any better; he's just a boy.” Calliope chuckled. “I think he just really likes my daughter.”

“Regulus has great taste, then.”

“Maybe one day they'll fall in love.” Calliope mused, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at the little boy who had his eyes locked on her sleeping daughter. Walburga laughed, shaking her head. “We'll see.”

June 21st, 1968

Selwyn Manor was filled with colourful decorations, bright pink and lavender ribbons, and balloons lining the parlour and hallway. There were beautiful floral arrangements in tall vases, and even pink and purple flowers have been planted in the garden outside.

It was Y/N's sixth birthday, and she was beyond excited. Her mother and father opted not to throw another lavish party, but the house elves insisted on decorating the manor according to their young mistress' desires. Calliope and Nicholas proposed that instead of a party, they would take her on a summer trip to France as a gift for their daughter's birthday.

“Mummy, how do I look?” Y/N asked, twirling around as she modelled the dress in front of her mother. She was wearing a frilly lavender-coloured dress made by Miffy—their house elf—that doted on Y/N far too much.

Calliope beamed proudly at her daughter. “You look enchanting, mon ange.”

The little girl furrowed her eyebrows. “Mon ange? What does that mean, mummy?” 

Her mother chuckled. “It means 'my angel' in French, my love. This summer, I'll be teaching you French, alright?” 

Y/N nodded eagerly, nearly jumping with excitement at the mention of learning another language. “When are we going? When, when?” 

“We'll just wait for your father to finish up at the ministry, my love. After that, we'll go ahead.”

“Okay, okay. Can I go to the garden now, Mummy? I want to play with Miffy.”

Calliope laughed. “Alright, alright. Just don't get messy, okay?”

Y/N nodded before darting out of the room, the little house elf hot on her heels. Calliope shook her head at her daughter amusedly. Her little girl is going to get along quite nicely with the youngest Black son.

“Both of you shall be on your best behaviour for the whole summer in France; do you understand me?” Walburga reminded her sons, her gaze narrowing at her eldest. “Do you understand me?” 

Sirius tried his best not to roll his eyes at his mother, but he failed miserably. “You've told us that at least ten times this week, Mother.”

Walburga glared at her eldest, letting out an annoyed sigh before turning to her youngest with a smile. “Do you understand, Regulus?” 

The boy nodded, not wanting to get on his mother's bad side, like Sirius always did.

Walburga beamed at her youngest son, patting him on the cheek. “We are to leave eave at six in the evening, after your father gets done with business. You two better be ready to leave before five.” She turned to her eldest, snarling at him before turning and walking away from the young boys.

“Reggie, wanna go play in the garden?” Sirius asked as soon as their mother was out of earshot, a mischievous grin on his face. Sirius was often the troublemaker between the two, always rebelling against their mother's rules. Sirius despised their parents' belief in blood supremacy. It was a load of dung, according to Sirius, who loved watching muggle children play out in the streets in Grimmauld Place.

“But mother said to behave, Sirius.” Regulus hissed at his brother. Regulus hated it when Sirius got in trouble with their mother, usually persuading Sirius to go along with their mother's wishes in order to keep him from getting punished, but his brother was one stubborn git.

“Come on, Reggie,” Sirius urged, wiggling his eyebrows. “It'll be fun! We can pretend to have wands and duel.”

Regulus rolled his eyes at his brother. “If Mother-” 

“You're goody-goody with the elf; ask him to zip his mouth.”

Regulus scowled. “That elf has a name, you know.”

Sirius waved a hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah. So, are you coming or not?” Regulus sighed before giving in and following his older brother outside. As soon as the two boys got outside, Sirius looked around in search of a branch they could use as make-believe wands.

“Aha! Here you go, baby brother, a wand.” Sirius grinned, passing a thin branch to him. Regulus eyed the branch in his hand. “Do all wands look like this?” He asked, his nose scrunching in disgust.

“I dunno, s'pose so,” Sirius shrugged. “Bella's wand looks like a wonky twig, though.” Regulus cringed at the mention of their eldest cousin.

“I don't like Bellatrix.” Regulus muttered.

Sirius chuckled. “Who doesn't? Bella's a bit...mad. Glad we're not spending summer with them this year.”

Regulus smiled at the thought of spending the summer away from London. It was going to be their first time in France, and both boys were ecstatic. They have heard so much about the Black estate in France from their uncle Alphard, who spent all of his summers along with his siblings in the estate. Sirius and Regulus could not believe that their mother was once a happy child, much to Alphard's amusement.

“You think Mother and Father will leave us alone in France?” Regulus asked, fiddling with the stick in his hands.

“They do it every day, Reg.” Sirius rolled his eyes at his younger brother. Walburga Black was not the maternal kind; she had no patience for things related to child care. She decidedly left it all to the house-elves to care for her sons.

“Right,” Regulus cleared his throat, “so are we duelling or not?” 

Sirius gripped his wand and waved it around. “Prepare to duel!” He grinned mischievously, aiming the faux wand at his brother. “Jelly legs!” 

Regulus pretended his legs had turned to jelly and stumbled around clumsily. Making Sirius burst out into laughter. Regulus quickly turned and pointed his wand at his brother. “Tickles!”

Sirius twitched his nose and looked around himself, pretending that he could feel the invisible tickles. He aimed his stick at his brother again. “Eat slugs!” 

Regulus fell to his knees, pretending to vomit on the ground with a smirk. The garden was filled with giggles from the two boys as they duelled each other.

“That was fun!” Regulus laughed, trailing behind his brother as they carefully walked back inside the house.

Sirius turned to look at his brother and grinned triumphantly. “Told you.”

“You two look filthy!” Sirius and Regulus turned around, only to see their mother glowering at them.

“What did I tell you?” Walburga seethed at her sons. Regulus hid behind Sirius, who stood defiantly in front of his mother. “We just went out to the garden, Mother.”

“Kreacher! ” Sirius and Regulus flinched as their mother's shrill voice echoed through the house.

There was a loud popping sound, and the elf appeared next to their mother. “Mistress be wanting Kreacher?”

“Take the boys and make them look presentable. After that, pack their trunks for the summer.” Walburga ordered the elf before yanking Sirius by the arm and pushing him to Kreacher. Regulus whimpered, shifting under his mother's gaze, before walking to his brother's side.

“Keep them in line, Kreacher. We leave at six sharp.”

The elf bowed. “Yes Mistress. All shall be done, oh yes, shall be done.”

“Oh, for Merlin's sake! Hurry up!” Walburga screamed for her children. It was already five forty-five in the evening, fifteen minutes before the Blacks had to leave. She turned to her husband with an annoyed look. “Go get your children.”

Orion let out a loud sigh before turning to walk up the stairs to the boys' room. “Bloody woman, treating me like a dog.” he muttered under his breath.

“What was that!?” 

“Nothing, nothing.” Orion quickly ran up, evading his wife's anger.

“Boys, what's taking so long-” Orion opened the door to his sons' room, expecting them to be slacking, only to see Sirius fixing his brother's hair.

“There you go, Reggie!” Sirius declared proudly, handing his little brother a mirror. “You look good, if I do say so myself.”

Regulus took the mirror and looked at himself. His curls were slightly slicked back, with a few tendrils hanging loose and framing his face perfectly. Regulus grinned, passing back the mirror to his brother. “You should do my hair often, Sirius.”

Orion smiled at the sight of his sons. He never had that kind of bond with his own brother. He opened the door and stepped inside, the smile gone from his lips.

Orion cleared his throat, making both boys jump. “Boys, come on. Your mother's waiting downstairs, and you know she's not fond of waiting.”

“Yes, father.” Sirius turned to Regulus, taking his hand in his. “Come on, Reg, summer awaits!” All three of the Black men descended down the stairs. Walburga scowled at the sight of her oldest son's hair.

“I said to look presentable, Sirius.”

Sirius smirked, running a hand through his black mane. “I am presentable, Mother."

“You little-” Walburga raised her hand to strike her son when her husband cut her off.

“Just get in the fireplace, Sirius, Regulus,” Orion sighed, shaking his head. When they didn't move, he lightly pushed his eldest. “Now!”

Both boys scrambled to the dusty old fireplace, Regulus gripping the ends of his brother's robes. Sirius had a grin plastered on his lips, provoking his mother further.

“Get a handful of floo powder, Sirius,” Orion ordered. Sirius turned to the pot of black powder on the side of the wall, taking a handful of it in his small hands.

“Now you must say this clearly; otherwise, you and your brother would get transported to the wrong place. Black Manor, Dinard, loud and clear, Sirius.” The seven-year-old boy nodded, clearing his throat before loudly speaking.

“Black Manor, Dinard!”

Green flames engulfed the two brothers as they were transported into a beautiful sitting room. The smell of wood and spice immediately invaded their nostrils as soon as the two boys stepped out of the fireplace. Sirius and Regulus were awestrucked. The manor in France was far better than Grimmauld Place.

It was a sight to behold. It had a grandiose feeling, as if it had been lifted straight from the pages of an old French novel.

The walls of the elegant room were a deep forest green, the shade of which had been carefully matched to the hue of the lush gardens outside. In the centre of the room was the focal point, a large emerald green velvet sofa that seemed to invite anyone to sink into its depths. On either side of the sofa were two matching armchairs, upholstered in the same emerald velvet. The cushioning was studded with silver buttons that shone when the sunlight hit them, and the legs were carved from dazzling marble. Behind the sofa, the walls were lined with large, dark wood bookcases and cabinets filled with fine silver trinkets and antique books. An old-style grandfather clock was tucked away in the corner, counting down the minutes with its sombre ticking. Rich tapestries hung from the walls, and Persian rugs covered the floor.

For illumination, several grand candelabras rested on the tables and were held aloft by marble pillars, which were intricately carved with rococo details. Each candelabra was adorned with five burning white candles that cast a soft, golden glow over the room.

A grand piano sat in the corner by the arched window, while a gleaming bronze chandelier hung above it. There were gilded mirrors on the walls with silver frames that gave the room an extra sparkle. There were huge windows around the room, with rich green velvet curtains in a silver pattern parted in the middle to let light in.

A place of true elegance and sophistication. It was as if every detail was chosen with care, from the luxurious green and silver brocade that draped the walls to the gleaming marble floors and the grand mahogany-framed clock overlooking the room.

The flames roared again, revealing their parents. Walburga stepped out and immediately screamed for a house elf.

With a loud pop, a small elf appeared. It looked better than what Kreacher looked like. The elf wore a tea towel around its waist and a huge green ribbon atop its head.

“Mistress be needing Dilly?”

Walburga turned to her sons. “These are my sons, your young masters. They will be spending the whole summer here. I trust that my sons will be taken care of.”

“Dilly will take very good care of her young Masters; yes, she will. Only the best for the heir of the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black.”

Walburga nodded curtly before turning her attention to her sons. “You both shall be on your best behaviour for the whole of summer. Do you understand? If word gets out to me that you two show anything less of what I have taught you, there will be consequences.”

Regulus visibly gulped, shifting under his mother's gaze. “Yes, mother.” 

Sirius looked unaffected by their mother's gaze. “Yeah, yeah, behave and all that.”

Suddenly, the fireplaces erupted into green flames once more. Out stepped a little girl with long (y/h/c) hair tied in pigtails and bright (y/e/c) eyes dressed in a frilly lavender-coloured dress. She was clutching a white-stuffed bunny in her arms as she looked around.

“Greetings, little one.” Orion greeted the little girl, who gave him a small, shy smile. Y/N fiddled with her hair as she stood by the fireplace, waiting for her parents. A little while later, the flames erupted again, revealing Nicholas and Calliope Selwyn. Y/N quickly hid behind her mother, clutching the skirt of her robes.

“Walburga, Orion, it's been so long,” Calliope greeted, taking a step closer to the Black matriarch, leaning in for a hug.

Y/N eyed the older woman curiously. She had aristocratic features, high cheekbones, and full lips, making her look regal and elegant as she stood. The little girl tugged on her mother's skirt. “Mummy!” she whispered fiercely, tugging on her mother's skirt harder. Calliope pulled away from the raven-haired witch with a chuckle as she looked down at her daughter.

Regulus looked at Y/N with an unamused look, scrunching his nose in annoyance. “She looks like a spoiled brat.” he whispered to Sirius, who nodded in agreement.

Walburga smiled down at the little girl, which shocked Sirius and Regulus. “You must be Y/N.” 

Y/N raised an eyebrow at the older woman. She looks scary, Y/N thought before promptly hiding behind her mother's back.

Walburga chuckled. “She's a bit shy, I see.”

Calliope laughed. “Oh no, my daughter is anything but shy.” Her gaze then fell onto the two boys huddled in the corner.

“Sirius, Regulus, come forward and introduce yourselves,” Orion instructed. Both boys stepped forward, standing tall and proud.

“Sirius Orion Black, the third at your service.” Sirius grinned proudly before bowing, his long hair falling over his face.

Calliope laughed at the young boy's enthusiasm. “You've gotten bigger since the last time I've seen you, young Sirius.”

“My name's Regulus, Regulus Arcturus Black.” Regulus smirked proudly, bowing like his brother.

“My, my, such well-mannered boys.” Calliope praised.

Walburga beamed proudly. “I taught them well.”

Sirius snorted, making Regulus chuckle. Their mother did not teach them anything because she threatened them if they did not comply with all her rules.

"Y/N, darling, introduce yourself to Mr. and Mrs. Black, my love."

“No.” Y/N huffed behind her mother.

“Come on, darling. Introduce yourself; tell them how you love dressing up.” Nicholas chuckled, nudging his daughter from behind his wife. Y/N reluctantly stepped out, a scowl etched on her lips. “Y/N Artemis Rosier Selwyn.” She introduced herself with a curtsy.

“Sirius, Regulus, go ahead and kiss Y/N's hand like a true gentleman.” Walburga urged, pushing Sirius slightly.

Sirius grinned mischievously as he took Y/N's hand and softly placed a kiss on her knuckles. “I am pleased to meet you, my fair maiden.”

“Likewise.” Y/N gave him a small smile.

Regulus rolled his eyes at Y/N. She looked like a girly girl. And he hated those kinds of girls. His cousins Narcissa and Andromeda were like that, and it wasn't fun. The two older girls would always drag him and his brother into whatever they pleased. And it annoyed Regulus more than it annoyed Sirius.

“Go on, Regulus,” Walburga urged her youngest son, who scowled.

“Hello, Y/N. I'm very pleased to meet you,” Regulus said, his tone annoyed.

“Pleased to meet you, Regulus.” Y/N curtsied. Regulus walked back to Sirius, only to be stopped by his mother. “Ah, ah, ah!” She urged her son, pushing him to kiss Y/N's hand.

Y/N raised an eyebrow as Regulus' face contorted in disgust. He looks conceited, and Y/N wanted to punch him in the face just because of it. Regulus reluctantly took her hand, scrunching his nose in disgust before kissing her hand as quickly as he could.

“So happy you could come.” Regulus sneered.

“So happy to be here.” Y/N said with a sickening sweet voice, rolling her eyes at the boy. 

“She's a darling, Calliope. Such a fine young lady!” Walburga complimented the little girl with a smile.

“Yes, she is.” Calliope chuckled, beaming at her daughter.

“But don't let that innocent face fool you. She has the famous Rosier temper.” Nicholas laughed.

“Ah yes, the famous Rosier temper.” Orion agreed. “I do believe we all know what that temper is capable of.”

“Ah, so you've been a victim of it?” Calliope asked with a smirk.

“Cygnus' wife, Druella.” Orion laughed. “Let's just say that I couldn't utter a word for a week.”

All the adults burst out laughing, leaving the children confused. Regulus perked up at the mention of his aunt Druella, whom he liked the most because she gave him the most sweets.

“I remember that! Drue was absolutely furious that you called her fat once when she was pregnant with her first.” Walburga snorted, almost forgetting about her manners.

“Mummy, can I go play?” Y/N asked, interrupting the adults' laughter.

Calliope looked down at her daughter. “Why don't you ask Mrs. Black, mon ange?” 

Y/N scowled, much to her father's amusement. She then reluctantly turned to Walburga, with a pleading look in her big, bright eyes—a look her father knew so well.

“Can I please go and play, Mrs. Black?” Y/N asked, her voice sweet and innocent.

Walburga chuckled. “Yes, my dear. After all, the manor will be your home for the summer. Go ahead and play in the garden with Sirius and Regulus while your parents and I catch up.”

“Thank you!” Y/N grinned before running out to the garden.

Sirius chuckled while Regulus groaned. “What a total bummer.” He couldn't believe he was going to be stuck with her all summer long. Regulus was sure she didn't like anything that he and Sirius liked to do, like quidditch or playing in the dirt. She looked so stuck up, and it made Regulus want to run away from her. He'd rather get chicken pox than be in the same room with her.

Walburga cocked an eyebrow at her sons, telling them to go and follow Y/N. Sirius ran outside to the garden with Regulus hot on his heels. The boys spotted Y/N sitting on the grass as she looked up at the starry sky.

“Whatcha lookin' at?” Sirius asked as he sat beside Y/N. 

“What do you think I'm looking at?” Y/N said sarcastically, not batting an eye at the two boys who were beside her.

“Ouch, venomous.” Sirius grinned, scooting closer to Y/N. “You looking at the stars? Looking for me, huh?”

Y/N rolled her eyes at the older boy beside her. Her eyes then landed on Regulus, who had his lips curled into a scowl, as if it were normal.

“What are you scowling at?” Y/N snapped at Regulus.

“Nothing,” Regulus sneered, turning his gaze away from Y/N. He couldn't stand her; just looking at her made him want to vomit. Y/N rolled her eyes, wanting so badly to just run away and never come back.

“Your brother's a git.” Y/N whispered in Sirius' ear.

“He'll grow on you.” Sirius promised with a smirk.

“Regulus looks conceited.”

Regulus' ears perked up at the mention of his name. He was conceited!? How dare she!?

“What did you say?” Regulus snapped, stepping closer to Y/N.

Y/N smirked. “You heard me.” She then turned back to face the stars.

Regulus huffed, his annoyance towards the girl turning into anger. He walked up to the flower beds and scooped up a handful of mud before walking back to Y/N and Sirius.

“Oi, Y/N!” Regulus yelled. As soon as she turned around, Regulus threw the clump of mud at the younger girl.

“My dress!” Y/N shrieked as mud splattered across her face and dress. She tried to wipe it off, but it was of no use. She glared at Regulus, who was smirking. Y/N balled her hands, clenching them into tight fists before storming up to Regulus and punching him square in the nose. Regulus stumbled back as he clutched his bleeding nose.

“You git!” Y/N screamed angrily as she tried to land a punch again. Regulus then pushed Y/N into a nearby bush. “I hate you! I hate you to the moon and back!” Y/N screamed at him, standing up and running back inside the house.

Sirius and Regulus burst out in a fit of giggles. That girl is certainly a spoiled brat.

“Mummy! Mummy! He threw mud at me!” Y/N shrieked as she approached her mother from the Black's back garden. Her dress was covered in mud, her pigtails were dishevelled, and she had twigs and leaves stuck in her hair. “Mummy! Regulus threw mud at me!” Y/N yelled again, tears forming in her big, bright eyes.

Meanwhile, the boy in question was snickering from behind the large oak door.

“The little spoiled princess got what she deserved.” Regulus grinned triumphantly at his older brother, who was trying his best not to burst out laughing at the sight of little Y/N Selwyn, stomping her foot at her mother and father, demanding that they do something about Regulus' behaviour towards her.

This was not her idea of fun.

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[atleastpleasetelephone]

Masterlist

Hello! I write for Elvis Presley and his film characters. You can see my serieses and oneshots below. Requests are currently closed.

Series

Gentle On My Mind Masterlist (on-going)

A fic starting on the set of Clambake in 1967. Feeling sad and trapped after the Colonel banishes Larry and the spiritual texts, Elvis invites Gloria to keep him company for the final five days of filming. Will she be what he needs to get him out of his depressive funk?

Nights of Endless Love Masterlist (complete)

This is set in 1971, starting at the beginning of his first Vegas residency that year. He meets Mia, a showgirl, who is not his usual type but proves to be more than a match for him.

I Love You So masterlist (request, complete)

Cute little series set in the 50s with Army!Elvis. Elvis and his best friend fall in love, but can their relationship survive him going to Germany?

One shots

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

31 kinky prompts and by the end of October, 31 kinky fics!

BDE oneshots masterlist

All of my Big Daddy Elvis oneshots in one place. Nearly all of these are smutty and angsty.

Princess masterlist

A series of oneshots about early 70s Elvis and his kinky girlfriend trying out new toys in the bedroom.

Kinky Boots

This is pure unadulterated filth, 1973ish Elvis and his slightly bratty girlfriend on his plane.

You Give Me Fever (request)

Reader is really into sweaty!Elvis. Very smutty.

Love Me (request)

Sub!Elvis and dom!reader during filming of the 1968 Comeback Special. Incredibly filthy.

Gift-wrapped Kitty Cat

Sub!Elvis in his karate gi and dom!reader have some fun together on the Lisa-Marie. Smutty.

Birthday Girl (request)

Someone walks in on reader and Elvis having public sex. Very smutty.

Little Mouse (request)

Charro!Elvis invites innocent!reader to his house in Arizona for some fun. Smutty.

Anything for you (request)

Another story in the Little Mouse universe, where reader asks Elvis what he likes in bed and he gets very cutely embarrassed.

Mystery Train (request)

Charlie is worried about Elvis and decides to find a nice wholesome girl to cheer him up. You turn out to be not as wholesome as he imagined... very smutty.

Heaven

Fluffy sappy fic I wrote for the anniversary.

I Got A Feeling In My Body (request)

1972 Elvis gives his wife a massage. Smutty.

Drabbles

Treat Me Nice

This is basically a fluffy drabble of what it would be like to get a kiss from Elvis onstage.

No Peeking

Cute little fluffy drabble about reader unzipping Elvis' jumpsuit.

Mine

Nasty little drabble about possessive!Elvis

Young, dumb... (request)

Smutty drabble about Elvis, reader and Charlie in Paris in the 50s.

Skin Contact

A fluffy little drabble about cuddling with BDE in bed.

Film characters

You can be the boss

You're Walter Hale's personal secretary. One day you seem particularly distracted and Walter wonders why. Very smutty.

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[warwickroyals]

Sunderland's Royal Jewel Vault (37/∞) ♛

↬ The Alexandria Tiara

In 1891 Queen Alexandra of Sunderland celebrated her 50th birthday. The week-long celebrations drew spectators from across the country. Among Alexandra’s hoard of priceless birthday gifts was a glittering tiara, packed with diamonds, featuring fleurs de lys, trefoil and scroll motifs, dispensed between twenty pear-shaped diamonds. The tiara was given to the Queen “as a token of gratitude” by the provincial government of Alexandria, Sunderland’s most south-west province. The province, named after the queen herself, had just been granted provincial status the previous year. The tiara became a favourite of Alexandra, who wore it during both the Golden and Diamond Jubilee celebrations of her husband and the enthronement of her son, King Nicholas in 1921. In the following decades, the tiara was also worn by Anne, at the time Princess of Danforth. When Anne became queen in 1930, she removed the tiara’s base making the piece more in line with the fashionable bandeau style of the time (it was later reattached in the 1980s). Anne held onto the tiara until 1968, when she gifted it to her new granddaughter-in-law, Irene. The Alexandria tiara became a central part of Irene’s wardrobe, staring in many portraits of her as both Princess of Danforth and later Queen. While the tiara had once belonged to three previous queens, and will likely be worn by future Queen consorts, it became quintessential to Irene’s image. Creation: Early 1891 by court jeweller Albemarle Provenance: 1) Queen Alexandra of Sunderland 2) Queen Matilda Mary of Sunderland 3) Queen Anne of Sunderland 4) Queen Irene of Sunderland Commissioned/Purchased by: The provincial government of Alexandria Status: Currently worn by Queen Irene of Sunderland

[cuteboymichaelsheensworld]

There's been a lot of debate about the timeline on the show. But, I still can't figure out how old the sexiest firefighter according to People magazine is. The dating site says he's 52. In 2018 that is the first season, Buck has been in part 118 for half a year now. So here it is: 24-18=6

So if we add 52 to 6, we get 58 years. But Bobby says Buck has been in the unit for seven years. So we're 52 adding up to 7. That's 59 years. But the wiki says Bobby was born in '68, which makes him 56.

2024 - 1968=56

So how old is this guy? Give him a birthday party so we can find out not only his birthday, but also his years.

I need to see Bobby being congratulated by his family. Giving him presents and telling him words of love. Athena's gift of incredibly attractive lingerie on her hot sexy body. And Bobby's love-fucked and aroused look at his lovely wife.

I literally need to see Bobby Nash's naked torso and Athena Nash's shapely legs to my heart's content.

[rhapsodynew]

The friendship of Grace Slick and Janis Joplin

Girls with the same radical missions have become kindred spirits, instead of being competitors. They both proved that women can not only keep up with men in the music industry, but also surpass them in many ways.

Little is known about the friendship of the blues star and the Jefferson Airplane soloist, but judging by the remaining stories, she was close and strong. For example, in the recently released book Janis Joplin: Days & Summers, today's birthday girl Grace recalls Joplin's amazing vocal gift:

"Janice was a wonderful, witty wild woman who drank just like me—straight out of a pint. Why waste time on glasses? Like Otis Redding, it was simply impossible to turn away when she was on stage. She stamped her feet, shook her hair, and went from a whisper to a real scream in a split second... I didn't want to listen to anyone after her."

She talked about their friendship in 2019 in an interview for Uncut magazine:

"People who write books really misunderstand Janice. The woman I knew giggled, she laughed so much, and she was fun. Very noisy, very outspoken, very funny. Texas women tend to be like that. Everyone called us fire and ice. I was ice, and she was fire. But I think she's more of a symbol of those times than I am. She had more style. I have a normal voice, but she really went beyond it."

Ice and fire were such a prominent tandem in the hippie era that a line from Fleetwood Mac's 1982 song "Gypsy" is even dedicated to their friendship. Kristin McVie mentions the Velvet Underground clothing store in San Francisco, where she often saw the couple.

Joplin and Slick have few videos left together, and one of them is their performance at a rock festival in California in 1968

[claire-elvisgirl]

WHAT A HOT BIRTHDAY!

Summary: You got a big surprise for Elvis’ birthday, but he’s willing to do anything to find out what it is.

Warnings: 18+, smut, spanking, fingering, sex

Word cunt: 1516

January 8th, 1968

Everything was ready to celebrate Elvis’ birthday and you were fixing the last things. You bought your gift for him and you were about to pack it properly, when suddenly he walked in the room slowly and grabbed you from behind, making you jump: “How’s my lil’ girl?”

You gasped in surprise and you tried to hide what you were holding in your hands: “Oh my God, Elvis…you scared me…wh-what are you doing home already?!”

He smiled leaving a small trace of kisses on your neck: “Hun’ ya know I don’t usually get home this early, but I couldn’t resist comin’ home to see that pretty face of yours…and today ya look prettier than ever! And ya know…it’s my birthday too…so I was thinkin’…”

You smiled keeping your hands behind your back. He noticed it and his smile turned off: “What you’re hidin’ hun’? What ya up to?”

You moved a lock of hair from your face and tucked it behind your ear: “Nothing…just fixin’ a couple of things!” you answered keeping your hands behind your back. His eyebrow raised in doubt: “Now, what’s goin’ on…ya keepin’ somethin’ from me, I just know it!”

“Why…no…why would you think that?”

He got closer and closer, towering you: “I just know…ya actin’ weird…whatcha got behind your back?”

You stepped back smiling nervously as he kept walking around you. You hid what you were holding in your purse and you pulled out your empty hands: “See? Nothing!”

He wasn’t convinced at all and he grabbed you close to him: “No way baby…I know you’re hidin’ somethin’ from me and I’m gonna find out what it is!” he answered moving his hands behind your back. Then he grabbed you by the arm and turned you around: “Ya know…I don’t wanna have to do it like this, but…” he pulled you back to him as he began to run his hands along your shoulders, arms, sides and legs searching for any hidden objects “…ya leave me no choice!”

“What are you doing?” you laughed as he tickled you.

“I’m searchin’ ya hun’…quit wrigglin’ around!” his hands moved faster on your body.

“I…I knew you loved police stuff, but…searching like this is…a bit too much…even for you…stop!” you answered under his tickling.

He laughed and continued: “Ya think I’m gonna give up? I’m just getting’ started…and ya feel so smooth…” he replied putting his hand on your back and searching your waistline. You looked him straight in the eyes to distract him from his search: “Oh forgive me officer…I’ve been a bad girl…”

He stopped and he looked back at you: “So it’s officer now, is it?! Well I guess I’m searchin’ something illegal…maybe I’m gonna have to handcuff ya!” he answered turning you around “Whatcha got back there…besides this nice butt?!” he asked slapping your bottom. Then he stopped again and looked at you with a serious look: “Ya know what? I should put ya over my knees and give ya a good spankin’!”

“A good wha-…” you couldn’t finish. He grabbed you and pulled you on the couch, on his knees. He smiled teasing you: “Oh baby, you’re in trouble…I’m gonna spank that naughty bottom of yours now!”

“Don’t you dare…”

He hushed you pulling down your pants, leaving your panties in sight. “I’m gonna count…just to show ya who’s in charge here!”

You tried to move away, but his grip was too strong.

“Good girl…now let’s see how well ya handle this!”

Feeling the warmth of your body against him, he began to spank your bottom, each smack echoing through the room: “One…two…three…”

Each smack made you gasp in pain and pleasure, making you almost wait for the next hit. He kept spanking, the sting slowly turned into a burning sensation. Then he pulled your panties down revealing your bare bottom: “Eight…nine…and…” the last one made you almost cry “…TEN!”

You bit your lips to hold back the pain: “You officers are used to treat people like this at the police station?” you asked him rubbing your butt.

“He smiled: “Ya have no idea baby…just wait till I get ya upstairs, I think I might be takin’ your keys away for a looong time!” he said picking you up and taking you to the bedroom. “Yep…You’re definitely in trouble…you’re about to find out just how serious I am!”

He took you upstairs and as he reached his bedroom he threw you on his bed, then he moved over you pinning you down: “Now, that’s more like it…are ya gonna be a good slut f’me, aren’t ya?!”

You hated him when he behaved like that, but he knew that this was your weak point, he held you in his power. You looked at him and whispered a soft yes. He pushed you towards the center of the bed and he climbed on top of you, slipping a hand in your panties. As you felt his fingers moving on your clit, you gasped in pleasure: “You’re playing dir-…” but your words died in your throat as he pushed two fingers inside, making a loud moan escape from your lips.

“Whatcha were sayin...?”

You couldn’t talk anymore. The only sounds that came out of your mouth were whimpers and moans.

“Now, don’t ya go talkin’ back again! Understand?”

“I won’t...daddy!” you whispered. He pulled his fingers out: “Good girl! Now, whatcha were hidin’ before?” he asked tickling you.

“Oh my God…you’re impossible!” you laughed. You got up from the bed and you went downstairs and took the thing you hid in your purse. You got back to the bedroom and you threw a little box to him: “I was gonna give it to you after dinner, but…”

He grabbed it and he looked at you: “What is it…ya got me a present?! Oh baby…” he took the little box and smiled “…ya…have ya been hidin’ that the whole time?”

“I wanted it to be a surprise…” you replied. He began to carefully open the box and he revealed the content inside. He took out a beautiful necklace with his initials on it. He gasped and stared at it for a while in silence.

“D’you like it?” you asked him.

“Ya kiddin’? This is just…perfect…I love it!”

“Really? You really like it?” you asked with a smile. He gently leaned to you and gave you a big kiss: “This has to be my favourite birthday ever!”

You sat on the bed and lowered your voice: “And maybe after dinner I…I could give you another present too!”

He looked at you with a teasing expression: “Oh yeah? Whats’ that?”

You let loose the first button of your shirt: “Take a guess…”

He grinned and his eyes widened as he stared at you: “Ya mean…”

“Why not?

“’Cause, ya know…I ain’t gonna be able to concentrate on anything else for the rest of the day if I see that lil’ gift of yours…”

“I know but…” you caressed his cheek “…just think about it as the icing on the cake!”

He got up from the bed making your eyes fall on the bulge in his pants. He took off his clothes and he gently began to undress you too: “Goddamnit baby…I can’t wait…you’re killin’ me!” he kissed you passionately, his fingers trailing up and down your spine. He pulled you in more tightly, wrapping both of his arms around you, softly groaning in pleasure.

“Alright…fuck dinner!”

Your last words made him hungry like a wolf, hungry for your body. He slowly thrusted his hips forward, pushing his rock-hard member into your tight pussy. A loud moan escaped from your lips. With a smirk he began to pound harder into you: “That’s it…” he grunted between each moan, picking up speed.

“Ya like it don’t ya?” he asked, his blue eyes twinkling with satisfaction as he kept moving in and out of you.  

“I…I like it daddy…and…I’m sorry for being a bad girl…” you answered in a huge wave of pleasure.

 “Hush now baby…daddy’s here to take care of ya!” he slows down a bit and caressed your cheek, but soon his hips picked up speed again, slamming into yours with a wet slapping sound that filled the room.

You moaned loudly: “…but if this is the result, I think I’ll probably do it again!”

He pushed deeper into you, reaching a new level of intensity: “You’re mine, aren’t ya? Say it…tell me you’re mine!”

“I…” you tried to catch breath to give him your answer, but as you were about to talk, with a final powerful thrust, he let go, filling you up with his hot seed. His body shuddered as he groaned out your name. At the same time, you felt your wall squeezing his cock and you let out a scream of pleasure as your orgasm hit you. He panted heavily and he fell exhausted on your body. After a while, he gently withdrew from you, rolling off to your side and pulling you into his arms. You both stayed in silence for a while, then you looked sweetly at him: “Happy birthday baby!”

[jamethinks]

Bored so heres a list of iconic thing Melinda has done (not this is a list for my fanfic so that I don’t forget lmao)

Marrying a man notorious for being ugly and anti social and creepy and proceeding to actually love him

Before she got married she did a photo shoot for a sewing pattern book and her eye makeup went viral and everyone wanted her long eyelashes

Her blue wedding was famous and reported on for the 30th anniversary of VOGUE Ostania where she graced the cover

Her wedding hairstyle was so popular it became a trend (yes it’s that deranged hairstyle Yor does but a bit bulkier)

For her 20th birthday, Donovan got her a blue hillside mansion that is like an architectural landmark that’s literally so iconic it’s under a preservation act

A movie was actually filmed there and it was one of the high grossing movies in Europe

Popularized the mini skirt in Ostania all the way back in the 50s

The first ever private jet to be owned by an Ostania was a gift she got for her 25th birthday. It was baby blue of course. Donovan got it for her because she loved to travel but found the usual methods to be a hassle. In 15 years he has bought her 3 private jets

After being harassed by the press for not having kids she told a reporter to “stay out of her vagina” and got cancelled for like 20 minutes

She was in an American movie shortly but it was successful

She owns a classic 1950 Cadillac that was custom made to blue. She got it for her 21st birthday after she got her license

Between 1954 to 1963 she was in a variety of ads for War and military recruitment. This coincided with the war between the east and west following the supposed assassination of the Prime minister and deputy prime minister of Ostania even roping poor Demetrius into it

There is series of fighter jets known as the MLD30 series when is obviously named after her. They dropped bombs that would release a blue smoke that would choke people give them terrible rashes

The tv show Berlint in Love is based on her with the original female lead being named Linda. It was based on the rumors that she was cheating on Donovan with a young attractive man who worked for the Desmonds (a young Jeeves who she was seen photographed with a lot)

Melinda love reptiles and has a bunch of exotic ones in her house most notably her massive 20+ year old 200 pound sulcata Tortoise and a yellow boa that she ended up giving away when Demetrius was born because she worried it would kill him. She also kept a Greek tortoise in Donovan’s office (the prime minister one where he had to meet with other government officials)

A video touring her house was filmed and to be released on tv after coloured tv was introduced in the US in 1954, it aired overseas and in Ostania (in black and white) but the official coloured version was re-aired in 1968 when coloured tv became available as one of the first official broadcasts which only reignited interest in her

That’s all that I’ve got baby

[thgfanfictionlibrary]

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Sole Beneficiary-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Katniss needs comfort as she struggles with the aftermath of her parents’ divorce. Peeta always knows how to make her feel better.

Something Red-teetorini (ao3) Summary: "So how did you two meet?" Delly, their neighbor, asked. Katniss and Peeta glanced at each other. "Oh, um…" she faltered. Peeta turned toward Delly, giving her one of his charming smiles. "I'll let my wife tell this story. She's a great story-teller." He was doing this to tease her, and Katniss scowled at him. Katniss should have expected the onslaught of questions at their neighborhood block party, but when she's asked about how she and Peeta met, she clams up at the memory.

Son of A Preacher Man-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Inspired by the 1968 Dusty Springfield classic Son of A Preacher Man, written for Everlark Birthday Gifts on Tumblr.

Spectrum-purple_cube (ao3) Summary: It begins with a spark, one that brings color and heat to her fingertips while the rest of her remains grey and cold.

Spellbound-katnissdoesnotfollowback (ao3) Summary: Katniss and Primrose Everdeen lead a simple life, sustained by a shop in a small town and a thriving online business that sells herbal remedies they concoct themselves. They share a lovely home in the woods, isolated from others, where they can be safe, only a cat and a cranky ghost living in the shed behind the abandoned house next door as company. Until a young man moves in next door, intending to restore it and live in it. Primrose just wants a friend and her sister’s happiness. Haymitch just wants to live his afterlife in peace. Katniss wants to get rid of the intruder and keep her sister and herself safe from anyone who might fear what they really are. Witches.

Spirits in the Material World-Gamemakers (ao3) Summary: On the personal side, the last few months have been fantastic for Peeta. On the professional side? Not so much. When a long-awaited opportunity comes up in New Mexico, he jumps at it. Katniss loves summers, really she does, and as a teacher, she gets the opportunity to savor (wallow in) every minute of it. By mid-July, she's about ready to go all Jack Nicholson in The Shining at any moment. If Peeta's heading out to New Mexico, she's going to tag along. Luckily, nothing has ever gone wrong on a cross country road trip.

Stay with me-angylinni (ao3) Summary: Katniss is involved in the rescue of Peeta from the Capitol. He was hers, and she was his. Written from the prompt: Katniss and Peeta join the Mile High Club.

Stricken-misshoneywell (ao3) Summary: Katniss struggles to fill a void in the wake of tragedy. Modern day one-shot. Angst, drugs and sex warning.

Surrender-lieselmemingers (ao3) Summary: “I thought you were good at this,” Katniss breathes against his mouth. (Smut warning). Written for Day Three of the Prompts in Panem challenge.

Sweet Dreams-everydayescapeartist (ao3) Summary: Katniss has an itch. Maybe she can scratch it with Peeta’s help. M/NSFW. Written for everlarkrecs’ Dirty December Challenge (Week 3: Masturbation/Mutual Masturbation)

[johnnydany]

October 1968 55 Years Of Being Awesome 55th Birthday Gift T-Shirt

Get your styles: https://www.teepublic.com/t-shirt/48814573-october-1968-55-years-of-being-awesome-55th-birthd

[ludmilachaibemachado]

Eddie, Paul McCartney's Yorkshire Terrier, was supposed to have been given by him to Jane Asher as a gift on her twenty-second birthday🌺🌺🌺

After McCartney & Asher engagement's break up in July 1968, Eddie officially became Paul's second dog in addition to his famous Old English Sheepdog, Martha, whom he already did own since September 1966🌺🌺🍂

Although it is known Martha died in 1981 at McCartney's High Park Farm in Scotland, Eddie's death date (and place ) is still uncertain🌺🌺

📸1. Jane Asher, holding a few months old Eddie, with Paul McCartney, London June 1968. Photographer unknown🌺

From Pinterest / Lisa Gómez🌺

📸2. Same caption as above. Photographer unknown🌺

From Pinterest / Lady Jane Asher🌺

📸3. Paul McCartney at his London, Cavendish Avenue home's gate, holding Eddie, 1968. Polaroid taken by a fan🌺

📸4. Jane Asher in a car ( possibly Paul's Mini Cooper S De Ville ) and Martha on the back seat. Photographer unknown🌺

From Pinterest / Kathy York🌺

Via @maccalover66 on Instagram 🌺

[master-john-uk]

His Majesty King Charles has always enjoyed driving and has a fondness for high-performance motor cars. One might class him as a petrol head, if it were not was his strong views on environmental issues! Below are of some of His Majesty's most memorable cars.

The King's first two cars were more environmentally friendly than any he has driven since.

Charles acquired an Austin J40 when he was just two years old, and the Tri-ang Centurion Sunbeam Coupé shortly afterwards.

The Monarch's first petrol engine car was an MGC GT in 1968.

It had wire wheels, a heated rear windscreen. It probably caught a lot of attention while he was at Trinity College, Cambridge.

Possibly the most famous of the Sovereign's motors is the Aston Martin DB6 Volante Mk2, which was gifted to him by his mother for his 21st birthday in 1969.

This car was much faster than the MG. Charles enlisted F1 champion Graham Hill to give him a "confidence building" training day at Thruxton motor racing circuit, to learn how to handle high performance motors.

The King still has this Aston Martin. In 2008 it was converted to run on a bio-fuel made primarily from surplus English white wine and cheese (whey). The Princes William and Harry were both seen driving this car following their respective weddings.

The King has owned several other cars over the last 50 years, including a Range Rover, Aston Martins, a Vauxhall and Audis.

In 2018, Charles became the first member of The Royal Family to own an Electric Vehicle when he leased a Jaguar i-Pace. And in 2021 he was spotted driving a Tesla when he visited his father in hospital.

The Tesla was sold in 2022.

Unofficial sources tell me that King Charles may be ordering an all electric Range Rover, and is considering converting the iconic State limousines to run on bio-fuel.

[lesbianmikenesmith]

The Irishman (2019) / "The Watch" Danusha Lameris / Mikey and Nicky (1976) / Happy Together (1997) / Breaking Bad 5x01 "Live Free or Die" / Breaking Bad 5x16 "Felina" / Succession 1x01 "Celebration" / Succession 3x07 "Too Much Birthday / Watch gifted to Peter Tork on November 27th, 1968 / The Monkees 2x18 "Monstrous Monkee Mash" / Mike Nesmith Studio 10 interview on June 6, 2019

[oliversrarebooks]

As we head into the holiday weekend for the US, here's both a fun way to pass the time and an excellent resource for writing earlier decades of American life:

Old Sears catalogs like those archived here are absolutely invaluable for writers trying to write about US life for ordinary people in the 20th century. Plus, it's lots of fun to browse through clothes and toys of years gone by. Here's some of the reasons you might want to use this in your writing:

Period-accurate, firsthand depictions of the kinds of goods that would be available to average people in the US in the year in question.

The Sears catalog has been used by economists, historians and insurers as a primary source of truth for prices of consumer goods. If you're wondering what a common household item might cost in 1968? Check the Sears catalog.

Clothing that is far more accurate to what ordinary schoolkids and working class people may have worn, compared to fashion magazines and Hollywood depictions. The party dress and business attire pages are also invaluable for dressing up your characters.

You can see exactly what appliances and electronics your average middle class family might have owned at the time, what they looked like, what their functions were.

Pages full of Christmas gift ideas of the times are perfect if you're trying to work out what your characters might've given each other for holidays or birthdays.

Toiletries on sale are a good reference for what kind of hygiene, hair care etc. were common at the time.

Also, it's just fun to look through pages and pages of vintage toys!

[harrisonarchive]

Rishikesh, February 25, 1968 (photos by Cummings Archives/Redferns via Getty Images); and March 17, 1968 (photo from Disc and Music Echo's April 6, 1968 issue).

"Harrison, who was sitting nearest to me at the table, remarked that if he could turn everybody on to transcendental meditation and Indian music, then he could go. Somebody asked him what he meant exactly, and he said, 'You know… out… like on a road tour when you leave for the next town.' Somebody else asked him about his own meditations, and he said his mantra was an English word. This caused considerable surprise because it was assumed that into most people’s ears the Maharishi or one of his deputies had whispered unintelligible Sanskrit syllables. Nobody, of course, ever told anyone else his mantra because to do so would damage them, but that was the common understanding. Harrison further astounded everybody by saying he assumed the Beatles all had the same mantra. He didn’t know for sure, but his appeared in Lennon’s song, I Am the Walrus. […] [In celebration of George’s birthday, someone handed] each of us a garland of wet, fresh marigolds. 'To give to George,' she said. When the chanting ceased, we all walked up to the stage and placed our garlands around Harrison’s neck, until in the end, embarrassed and smiling sheepishly, he looked like a man in a life jacket. […] At the end we all sang Happy Birthday to George, to whom the Maharishi resented a cake with two candles and a plastic glove that he offered upside down, saying, 'This is the world. It needs to be corrected.' The laugher and applause subsided, and then the Maharishi led everyone into a meditation, the long silence at last being softly broken by a single note plucked on a stringed instrument." - Lewis H. Lapham, Saturday Evening Post, May 18, 1968

"I arranged a special cake for George, with white icing and pink flowers and an Indian greeting — 'Jai Guru Deva' — written across the top in gold letters. Then I bought a bundle of fireworks [in Rishikesh’s town center] and some streamers, balloons ad so forth. Earlier on I had bought an Indian banjo as my own gift to George. The weather was good on the day itself so we were able to have an outdoor party. Pattie wore a lovely yellow sari for the occasion. We put decorations up in the trees and everyone had garlands of flowers to put round George’s neck. In fact he disappeared beneath a colorful and flowery mountain of garlands before we’d finished! Then there was the special surprise of the evening — at the suggestion of the others I’d organized a band local Indian musicians and a singer to perform at the party. Maharishi made a nice little speech about George, presented his gift and then we got down to letting off the fireworks and listening to music. Pattie’s birthday was just as much of a fun occasion. Everyone was only too willing to join in a bit of a party. Pattie had another huge cake (they were all a bit like pease pudding but tasted great!) with nine or ten candles. Again there were dozens of beautiful garlands of red and orange flowers for everybody and Pattie played a new dilruba, her favorite instrument these days." - Mal Evans, The Beatles Monthly, June 1968 (x)