#Royce Hotel and Casino

[drunk-person]

Come Back (Modern au) P.6

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x cousin!reader

Summary: One of the most talked about gossips among the lower class servants in Kings Landing is the fact (or not) that Aemond Targaryen got involved with his cousin Y/n Targaryen when they were both teenagers. Mainly due to the fact that at the age of 17 she was sent to Old Town overnight. Some employees claim that Aemond was caught between her legs. Some say that, like her father, she had had a horrible fight with her uncle and aunt and was sent away. And other than that none of this happened, she just became interested in the course offered at the Old Town conservatory. But now five years later, Y/n Targaryen is back, and rumors haunt those who favor them.

This chapter is a part of a main story The gossip, you can find the previous chapter, summary and general tags by accessing the link.

Summary of the chapter: Every step taken in the past frighteningly alters the future, these are some of the steps Aemond and Y/n took.

Warnings of the chapter: 18+, family fights, dysfunctional family, mention of death of a secondary character and mourning, parental abandonment, pounds and pounds of teenage romance, teenagers being totally crazy and hormonal, teenagers discovering themselves, young love, no description for reader.

Word count: 8.094 k

A/n²: Let's go back a few years in time and see what was happening at the Targaryen mansion? Hope you like the new chapter, comments and suggestions are welcome 💕

"Hey hey kings landing, it seems that our dear Daemon Targaryen aka Prince Rouge is back in kings landing for the first time since the death of his wife Rhea Royce. Our sources say that he brought with him his 7-year-old daughter Y/n Targaryen, who was seen leaving a casino with her father at four in the morning about a month ago. Are the Targaryen siblings finally in harmony or are they still at odds?"

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For the first 6 years of her life Y/n Targaryen was raised in runestone with her mother, and she was very happy there, even with the constant fights between her father and mother. As a child she liked to think that the two loved each other even amidst the fights and all the bad things. As an adult, she wasn't so sure anymore.

Her father Daemon Targaryen came and went all the time, he never stopped at home, he was always traveling, and when he was there, there were fights, fights, and more fights. Y/n usually hid under the blankets and covered her ears with her little hands, but it did little to muffle her parents' screams, it was painful, and sometimes, without being able to understand at such a young age, she thought that maybe it was her fault for some reason.

When her mother died in a car accident, Y/n cried for hours alone next to the coffin, there was only her and her uncle who had come to take over the business now that Rhea had died. So small, so alone, she barely understood what was happening, but she knew she would never see her mother again.

After that, Daemon came to get her and took her with him, Y/n loved her father, but she had discovered that she didn't like being with him. He was always on planes traveling from one place to another, and it was different from how it was with her mother, she no longer had a home, she was always in hotels, moving almost weekly. The only good part was that she had gotten rid of school and could just draw and play with her dolls. That didn't last long since her father decided to visit his older brother and took her with him.

As soon as she entered the mansion for the first time, still with her eyes shy from being in a strange place hidden behind her father's leg, she saw him, and could feel a smile forming on her lips almost immediately. A boy who must have been her age sitting upright on the couch while reading a thin book with a red leather cover with a black dragon drawn on it. His hair was silver as was common in the family and he had eyes so blue they looked like two precious stones.

-Try not to make a mess while I talk to my brother. - Her father's voice sounded serious as he ruffled her hair slightly, making her snort, already straightening the strands again and carefully replacing the tiara as she went down the steps of the entrance hall.

She looked at the boy a little longer, and he seemed so focused on his book that she seriously considered not disturbing him, but it was as if she was being pulled towards him somehow. Y/n didn't know if it was because she was scared and alone, or what it was, and without thinking much more about it she decided to walk to the boy on the couch with a smile.

-Hi, I'm Y/n. - She said, tilting her head and placing it in front of the pages of the book, preventing reading and making her eyes meet his clear eyes that looked at her scared, having been so focused on reading the new book that he had barely noticed someone's arrival.

Aemond couldn't explain what he felt at that moment. He had never been able to throughout his childhood, throughout his adolescence and not even in adulthood or old age. But when he saw that unknown little girl smiling at him as she hid in front of the fantasy book he was reading, his heart raced and it was as if a shock ran under his skin at that moment.

It took him almost a minute to remember that his mother had told him that his uncle was coming and would bring his daughter along to visit. And trying to be as polite as possible since the girl was still looking at him smiling, waiting for an answer, he extended his hand, just as he saw his father do with important guests, and introduced himself.

- Nice to meet you, I'm Aemond.

Y/n couldn't help but laugh as she shook the boy's hand gently.

-Nice to meet you, I'm Y/n. - She repeated what he said with a very serious and formal voice, pretending to be in one of her father's meetings and then laughing right away, making Aemond blush.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be mean. - Y/n apologized immediately when she saw the boy's blush. - I was just kidding.

- It's okay. - Aemond shrugged a little more calmly but still shyly, and Y/n sighed, smiling at him.

-What are you reading? - She asked curiously, sitting next to him on the couch.

-How to train your dragon.

-Oh, I watched the movie with my dad. I didn't know there was a book.

-I really like books. - He spoke a little too quietly, but Y/n heard anyway.

-Well, I prefer to watch TV, I can't read that well.

-Mom says reading is a matter of practice. - Aemond shrugged, looking at her. - I can lend it to you when I'm done.

-I probably won't stay long. - She smiled sadly. - My dad travels a lot and I stay with him.

-It must be nice. - Aemond tried to sound encouraging when he saw his cousin's sad look.

-Not really. - The girl rolled her eyes, crossing her legs and putting her feet on the mansion's expensive sofa as she turned to Aemond. - There's nothing fun to do, and I can only play alone all the time and I can't have a room anymore.

-Can I tell you a secret? - She whispered to him and Aemond promptly nodded positively since no one had ever told him a secret. Y/n then moved a little closer and after looking around, confided in her cousin.

-I even miss school a little. - She whispered even lower and Aemond laughed, making her glare at him.

-Sorry, sorry. - He asked when he saw the pout on her face. - It's just that I like going to school.

-Why? It's horrible. - She grimaced.

-Then why do you miss it? - He raised an eyebrow as he asked and Y/n didn't know what to answer, so she just laughed.

-I liked you, Aemond.

Aemond just smiled and looked away from the book he was reading, not knowing what to answer her, not wanting to seem silly, like Aegon and Jace usually said he was.

-You like cats? - He then decided to ask curiously and Y/n nodded.

-I do, but I prefer dogs.

Aemond grimaced when he heard that.

-You don't like dogs? - Little Y/n asked confused.

-Not much, they're drooling and make a lot of noise. - He said, sounding older than he really was. - I prefer cats, they're smarter.

-Smarter? - Y/n sat closer to him curiously.

-Yes, my grandfather gave me a book about cats for my birthday. - Aemond smiled a little shyly. - Did you know that in ancient Valyria they worshiped cats?

-Are you serious? - Y/n's eyes widened when she heard that.

-Yeah. - He nodded, excited that she was paying real attention to what he was saying. - It's all in the book, I haven't finished reading it yet and it's a little bigger than the ones I usually read. - He concluded, blushing a little at the admission.

Suddenly, screams interrupted their conversation. Y/n's wide smile gradually disappeared, the memory of the horrible fights between her father and mother returning to her at the same moment. And Aemond, noticing the girl's sad look, squeezed her hand to get her attention.

-Come with me.- With a kind look he guided her out of the mansion, to a large tree with a stone bench near the trunk. - I always come here when my parents fight. - He shrugged. - Or when my brother and nephews are bothering me.

Y/n smiled again when she heard that, feeling important that Aemond shared something so special with her.

-Do your parents fight a lot? - She asked, looking at the ground.

-Sometimes, yes. - The boy shrugged as he sat down and grabbed a leaf that had just fallen from the tree. - But my mother says that adult matters are not for children.

-Mine fought all the time. - She said sadly. - Until my mom died. - The last part came out so low that Aemond would not have heard if it were not for the silence of the garden.

-I'm sorry about your mom. - His voice was solemn and in a gesture of comfort Aemond reached out his hand to Y/n's and squeezed it gently, making her smile sadly at him.

-I miss her. - The youngest admitted. - I miss our home, the cookies she made. - Little by little, tears began to run down Y/n's cheeks as she spoke. - Listening to songs with her and hearing her sing. - She smiled a little at the oldest. - My mother liked to sing, does yours?

Aemond thought about it for a while and came to the conclusion that he had never heard his mother sing in his life, so he just shook his head while the youngest wiped the tears from her cheeks with her fingertips.

-What else did your mother like? – He encouraged her to talk.

-Horseback riding. - Y/n smiled at her cousin as she thought about her mother. - She took me with her to ride whenever she could.

-Looks amazing. - He smiled slightly at Y/n.

-Thank you. - Y/n said, sitting closer to Aemond.

-For what? - He was confused, since he hadn't done anything special for the girl.

-From hearing me talk about her, my father doesn't like it very much when I remember mom. - Y/n shrugged and Aemond smiled at her as he tore an orange leaf.

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-She's my daughter Viserys! - Daemon mocked as he walked around his brother's office.

-Just because she's your daughter doesn't mean you know how to take care of her! - The older man hissed irritably.

-Because you've been such a good father, haven't you, brother? - A mocking smile took over Daemon's face.

-You are certainly qualified to judge my performance.

-Y/n is a child, Daemon, she needs a home, stability, by the gods the girl needs to go to school! - Viserys just ignored him as he listed on his fingers what his brother should provide for his daughter, but he didn't. - You can't drag her around the entire country with you like a dog and take her to every inappropriate place you frequent.

-Y/n is doing very well with me. Better than she was with that bitch of a mother. - He practically spat out the words.

-Daemon, I really hope you're not talking about the girl's mother like that in front of her. - Viserys pressed his temples when thinking about such a thing.

The younger man just laughed in mockery as he threw himself into the chair in front of the table.

-But of course I am Viserys, is fifth on my evil list. Cursing my daughter's dead mother in front of her every day at 2 pm. - He then looked at his wristwatch with an ironic look. - I'm a bit late today.

-Daemon…

-Viserys why called me here? It wasn't to be brotherly, I've already realized that, so be clear.

-I filed a request for custody of Y/n. - The oldest spoke with a hard voice.

-What? You can't do that! - He slammed his hands hard on the table, leaning his body forward with his face contorted in anger.

-Y/n's custody belonged to her mother while she was alive, Rhea left me a letter of intent saying that if anything happened to her, custody of Y/n should pass to me.

-That damn bitch. - Daemon cursed, kicking his chair back as he stood up angrily.

-And I can clearly see why she thinks you're not fit to take care of a child, Daemon.

-You can't do that, Viserys!

-I'm already doing it. Y/n will not leave this house with you anymore! The girl will be under my and my wife's care, where she will be well cared for and attended to. - The eldest also stood up to face his brother with a firm voice and louder than Daemon, who in a fit of fury picked up the fallen chair and slammed it on the floor several times until there was nothing left but broken pieces of wood.

-The all-powerful main heir Viserys! - Daemon shouted as he grabbed one of the glasses that was on the table and threw it against the wall, making it shatter into broken glass.

-So upright, so moral, so perfect! - He mocked while walking around the office. - Always ready to ignore his own mistakes while pointing out those of others.

-Me traveling with my daughter is a big problem. - He rolled his eyes, staring at his brother.

-But you marry that bitch who frequented your house when your wife was alive a year after her death and everything is fine, because Viserys Targaryen is perfect! - The youngest sneered as he walked through his enraged brother's office.

-Don't you dare talk about Alicent like that! - Viserys slammed one of his hands against the table.

-Oh, I touched a nerve, didn't I? - He laughed as he stomped hard towards his brother's table, stopping inches away from him.

-Tell me something, my fair and noble brother. - Daemon's gaze dripped with evil and venom dripped from his words. - Did you fuck her in this house while Aemma was still alive and pregnant and while Rhaenyra and she were still studying together at college?

Daemon had barely finished speaking when Viserys had already slapped him loudly in the face, leaving a slight cut where the ring he wore on his little finger had hit him, and Daemon just laughed in mockery.

-That's enough, Daemon!

-Okay, I wouldn't have resisted such a young and hot cunt either, but that makes you more like me than you pretending not to be, brother. - The smile slowly disappeared from his face.

-I'm going.

-Say goodbye to your daughter. - Viserys ordered in a still irritated voice.

-I don't like goodbyes. - He said without emotion as he walked towards the door.

-And you don't think about her feelings about this? - Hearing his brother say this, Daemon stopped before opening the door.

-There's no point in wasting my time saying anything since you're going to poison her against me from now on.

-Don't try to fool me by pretending it's the first time you've left without saying goodbye because I'm not an idiot! Your wife told me how you behaved.

-Ex-wife! - Daemon hissed at his brother. - And in case you forgot, I didn't ask for that hellish marriage.

Viserys took a deep breath at the mention of his brother's marriage.

-Daemon, no one is going to poison Y/n against you, you can visit her whenever you want.

-With you and your bitch all over me acting like I'm some kind of maniac who needs supervision? - His voice sounded bitter like gall. - I don't think so.

And then he closed the door behind him without even looking back.

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Alicent's heart ached as she walked towards the garden knowing the news she would have to give to her niece. The pain only increased seeing her jumping smilingly through the grass while talking to Aemond who was smiling too.

-Hello kids. - She smiled sitting on the bench near the tree under the watchful eyes of both. Y/n looked at the ground slightly shy in front of the unknown adult and Aemond, realizing this, got up and went to her.

-That's my mother.

-Hi. - Y/n looked at Alicent and gave a shy smile after Aemond spoke to her.

-Hello, my dear. - The woman smiled at her. - I'm Alicent, your aunt.

She didn't know how to tell a child who had already lost her mother that her father had left without saying goodbye and taking a deep breath she started to speak.

-Y/n your father has been very busy lately and has been traveling a lot. You know this, don’t you?

Y/n just nodded as she looked into Alicent's eyes.

-So we all think it's best for you to stay here in Kings Landing with us for a while. - The redhead spoke uncertainly as she tried not to look away from her niece.

-Stay here? - She said confusedly, pouting.

-Yes, dear, here in our house with your family. - Alicent leaned forward and stroked the girl's hair affectionately as she said this.

Aemond suddenly felt extremely happy when he heard that. Y/n was going to stay, so the two of them could be friends and play together every day.

-But where is my dad? - She asked, still confused.

-Y/n, dear, he had an emergency and needed to leave as soon as possible. - Alicent lied to avoid hurting the girl's feelings even more. - He told me to tell you he's sorry.

-My dad left? - Y/n asked sadly in a tearful voice looking at her feet, already feeling tears in her eyes.

-I'm sorry, my dear. - Alicent sighed to the girl while stroking her hair.

-He promised me that he would never leave without saying goodbye. - The girl's voice sounded choked as she hugged her arms against herself. - Why didn't he say goodbye?

Alicent opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. She just stared at the crying girl, not knowing what to do in such a complicated situation. And that's when Aemond stepped forward and gently wrapped Y/n in his arms while the youngest cried and sobbed.

-It's okay, Y/n, I'm with you. - He smiled at his cousin and she tried to smile back, but it seemed more sad than anything else.

-Since you're staying, I'll share all my toys with you. - Aemond promised, still holding her close to him while she gradually calmed down.

-Truth? - She asked, still in a very sad voice.

-Yes, I have a lot of board games and puzzles. - He smiled kindly at his little cousin.

-I like puzzles. - The youngest sniffed and tried to smile as she looked at Aemond.

-And while you're here, my mother will take care of you. - Aemond promised. - She can make cookies whenever you want.

Alicent looked at the scene with relief, seeing the girl slowly stop sniffling as her son calmed her down. Y/n seemed to like him, and it would be good for Aemond to have a friend since he was such a quiet child, unlike his older brother.

-I don't want to be alone. - The girl said, looking at her own feet as she crossed her arms, hugging herself.

-You won't be. - Aemond assured her with a slight smile and pulled one of her hands, holding it in his. - As long as we're friends, you'll never be alone.

-You swear? - She asked hopefully, her eyes shining as she looked at Aemond, still moist with tears.

-I swear. - The older one promised, squeezing her hand lightly, and Y/n finally smiled happily.

That night at dinner, Aemond taught Y/n how to write his name using the noodles from the alphabet soup that was served at the children's table, and with a smile on his face he wrote her name next to his.

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The months passed and Y/n quickly adapted to the routine at the Targaryen mansion, mainly because Aemond was by her side all the time. She also liked her other cousins, Helaena was great at playing with dolls even though she was three years older than her and Y/n had a lot of fun with her cousin. Aegon was a little silly sometimes and even a little mean when he wanted to be, but she liked him too, and Daeron was always running around and knocking over all of their toys.

But with Aemond it was different, he understood her, and the two talked and confided everything in each other. He listened to her talk about her mother and made her feel better about it and about her father's departure. Y/n felt like she could do anything when she was with him.

They all went to the same school, except for Daeron who was still too young for that. The only bad part was the fact that Aemond was a class ahead of her and they didn't have the same class, but the new school was great and unlike the old school they let her draw and had even told her uncles to enroll in a drawing class, something that Alicent did promptly.

Y/n was elated at this. She now had a part of the day exclusively for drawing, and her teacher was very kind and reminded her of her mother. She had even discovered that the woman liked Shania Tyrell's music and now during classes they could listen to the songs together.

At the same time that she had drawing class, Aemond had fencing class, something he seemed to really enjoy although Y/n didn't understand why. The two also had swimming classes together, something that made them absolutely happy because they could spend the whole afternoon together playing in the pool.

And the rest of the time the two just played and talked to each other, Aemond seemed to gravitate around Y/n, as if she were the sun and he was one of the planets in its orbit, and where one was the other was always there too.

-Let's play house, Aem? - Y/n practically begged, pulling on the sleeve of the fancy outfit the eldest wore to the Targaryen annual charity ball.

-You can be the father and I can be the mother. - She smiled vain as she smoothed her own pink dress full of beautiful white ruffles. - Daeron can be our son.

Upon hearing this, the younger boy ran away and left the two alone, causing Y/n to have a cute pout on her lips as she looked at the more Aemond.

-Mr. Bunny can be our son. - Aemond said as he pulled Y/n's stuffed rabbit that she had lent to Daeron but he had dropped when he ran.

Y/n's eyes lit up when she heard the eldest's idea and she quickly agreed, shaking her head and taking the stuffed animal from his hands and cradling it in her arms as if it were a baby.

-Now husband, I need a place to sit. - She spoke very seriously and Aemond promptly ran to get a chair under the watchful eyes of some of the adults at the party.

-Little Aemond seems enchanted by Y/n. - Mrs. Blackwood said with a smile as she watched the children playing in the corner.

-Yes, the two became friends very quickly, thank the gods. - Alicent smiled when observing them. - The friendship has been good for both of them, he takes care of her as if she were a sister.

Alicent excused herself before leaving, since one of the maids was calling her from the other side of the room. Shortly after she left, Mr. Blackwood turned to Viserys, laughing.

-I don't think he looks at her the same way he looks at Helaena. - He took a sip of champagne as he said this. - In my opinion, if we consider the look on your son's face, little Y/n has hung all the stars and the moon in the sky.

-Nonsense. - Viserys said as he laughed, shaking his head. - They are just good friends.

In the corner, the two of them were playing and laughing, oblivious to everything else. They both took turns rocking the stuffed rabbit while pretending to be married. Aemond had already left for work at the company three times by that point, and Y/n had already pretended to bake dozens of cookies while singing to the stuffed animal.

-We haven't fought once. - Y/n said, confused, looking at Aemond. - How can we be married if we don't fight?

-Well, there are no fights in our marriage. - He shrugged his shoulders while smiling. - It's our game, we make the rules and I say we don't need to fight.

Y/n's smile could light up the entire room when she heard that.

-I want to marry you when we grow up, Aem. - She spoke innocently excitedly while looking at her cousin. - That way, we'll never fight, and we'll be happy forever.

-And I will never yell at you. - The older stated with conviction, making Y/n smile even more.

Aemond's heart suddenly filled with an unknown feeling that seemed like happiness when he heard Y/n say that and showing that he would be a good husband, he told her that he would bring her more sweets, making her smile even more.

Aemond walked past his father to get to the sweets table and Viserys, seeing a sticker stuck to his son's lapel, pulled him and then straightened his clothes.

-Thank you dad. - Aemond said, a little embarrassed by his father's unusual attitude.

-What are you and Y/n doing? - Viserys asked, smiling.

-Playing house. - Aemond replied, blushing a little. - I'm the dad and Y/n is the mom, I'm going to work to buy more sweets.

-He only got married for a children game and is already being exploited like the rest of us. - Mr. Lanister said and then laughed out loud at his own joke, followed by all the other men.

-When we're adults, I'm going to marry Y/n. - Aemond announced with a timid smile.

All the adults laughed out loud once more, but none of them told him he couldn't do it. And from that day on, playing house became their favorite game.

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The years passed and the two grew closer and closer to each other, becoming practically inseparable. Aemond did absolutely everything that Y/n asked him to do, he was always around and if he denied her something, Y/n just had to blink her eyes, give a cute smile and say "Pretty please, Aem" and he would soon change his mind and do it.

On Y/n's 10th birthday, she received a Polaroid camera from Helaena, and while Aemond ran away from all the cameras, always covering his face when they photographed him, he let Y/n take instant photos of him with the new camera, as well as taking photos of her, who was usually laughing or making funny faces, like pulling her eyes down with her fingers while making a fish face.

The two grew up like that, around each other, one telling the other everything, one defending the other, one always in the other's presence. Everything between the two was very simple and innocent until Aemond and Y/n began to grow up and look at each other even more differently than they already did.

One of the things that most fueled students at the KL Royal Academy was gossip and whispers about each other. When Aemond was 13, he knew that all his schoolmates had kissed except him, because he couldn't feel like kissing any of those girls.

It was then that Aegon decided to solve the problem on his own terms, since he couldn't stand his younger brother being teased by anyone other than him, and he practically forced him to kiss a girl from his own class behind the gym, and that was the worst feeling in Aemond's life. It was disgusting, wet, and tasted like cigarettes, and he felt like he never wanted to do that again in his life, and for a long time he didn't do it.

Until 1 year later, Y/n came home from school without saying a word to him or Daeron in the car. No matter how hard he tried, she didn't give more than a nod of her head. After arriving home, Y/n went straight to her room and Aemond went after her immediately to try to understand what was happening, and after much bothering about the subject, he finally found out.

-All the girls in my class have kissed someone except me. - She said, looking at him from under her eyelashes, and Aemond felt his stomach warm.

-But that's not a problem.

-Well, they think it is, they laughed at me and then they wanted me to kiss Jai Lanister. - She said shyly, looking down.

-And you kissed him? - Aemond's voice was trembling and he felt something twisting inside him as he imagined that disgusting creature putting his paws on his Y/n.

-No! - She immediately denied, making Aemond sigh in relief and squeeze her hand gently. He couldn't let what happened to him happen to her, and so finally, after a year, he told Y/n what had happened and apologized for keeping a secret from her for the first time in his life. Y/n was annoyed but accepted his apology.

-Did you kiss anyone else after that? - She asked, her face still red with anger, and Aemond quickly shook his head.

-No, never!

Y/n sighed in relief when she heard him say no, and then, looking into his eyes, she asked decisively.

-I want you to kiss me.

Aemond's eyes widened at the request and he immediately said no, even though something inside him had heated up at the prospect.

-I don't want to be the only one who hasn't kissed, and I don't want it to be with just anyone, I want it to be you, Aemond.

She looked at him with that sweet look that enchanted everyone around her, and Aemond, upon hearing her say those words, leaned forward, joining their lips in a sweet, soft kiss.

It was different from the first kiss with that girl behind the gym. It was slow, innocent, delicious, and he didn't want to stop. Their lips intertwined and Aemond felt his stomach flutter with the sweet sensation, her mouth tasted like bubble gum and he thought that if it weren't for the lack of air he could kiss her forever.

The two separated and stared at each other with both red faces sitting on the floor of Y/n's room.

-Just this once, right? -He asked looking into her eyes and Y/n nodded in agreement while biting her slightly red lips.

After that afternoon Aemond couldn't think of anything else but kissing. But not just any girl, he wanted to kiss Y/n, he wanted her sweet and soft lips that tasted like bubble gum. And when he arrived at school the next morning, Aemond made sure to make it clear that any idiot who tried to get close to his cousin would end up with him, Y/n hugged him smiling and Aemond felt his stomach do somersaults with the sweet smell of her hair.

He held back, he really tried, but it turns out he couldn't think of anything else, and so three days after the first kiss, on Saturday afternoon he went to Y/n's room and asked her for one more kiss. Just one last one, because it had been so good and he wouldn't want to kiss anyone else. And she agreed, sitting in front of him on the bed and waiting for him to join his lips with hers.

It was even better than the first one. The two were no longer so embarrassed and held hands while exchanging light sweet kisses. From then on, they always did this, they said it was the last time, but one always went to the other in search of more kisses.

They exchanged kisses in the bedroom, hidden in the attic or in the basement, places in the mansion where no one else went became their personal hiding places. The two were still very young, and the kisses they exchanged were nothing more than innocent, just simple touches of lips while they smiled at each other and held hands.

But as time passed and the two grew older, the kisses became harder and less soft, more demanding and less sweet. Y/n had barely understood when one day during the break between classes Jason Lanister was accompanying her and suddenly Aemond called her very seriously saying that he needed to talk to her.

When she went, he dragged her to the theater room, pressing her against the door and kissed her in a hungry way that he had never done before. And the worst part was that she liked it, she liked it so much that she didn't even care that they were out of their safe places. He bit her lips lightly and Y/n sighed at the action, Aemond had never bitten her lips before.

Aemond said he didn't want her near Jai Lanister after the kisses. Y/n didn't understand what had come over him, but she just agreed, shaking her head, still dizzy from her cousin's kisses and wanting him to kiss her like that again.

A few days later Y/n understood what had gotten into Aemond when she saw Alys Rivers, a much older girl, laughing next to him and touching Aemond's shoulder as if the two had some kind of intimacy. Y/n's blood boiled, she wanted to tear out Alys's eyes personally, so that she would never dare to place them on Aemond again. And without thinking much about her actions, she walked to where they were and gave her best sweet smile to Alys, then turned to Aemond, looking at him from under her eyelashes as she spoke.

-Cousin, I need help with my locker, the door is stuck and I can't open it.

Aemond immediately put aside all other things and turned his attention exclusively to Y/n, just like he always did.

-Sure, let's go there. - He said, picking up the philosophy book he had left on the bench next to him while he was talking and following her without even saying anything to the colleagues he was talking to, and especially without giving explanations to Alys Rivers.

Instead of going to her own locker, Y/n turned to the opposite side, making Aemond raise his eyebrows.

-Your locker is on the other side.

Y/n just shrugged and entered the math lab with Aemond in tow. And when the door closed, she jumped on him, kissing him madly while pulling his hair, deepening the kiss even more. The two walked until Y/n bumped her back against one of the large study tables, and she let out a slight cry of surprise when Aemond dropped the book on the floor and lifted her by the waist and placed it on the table.

She brought her hands to the back of Aemond's neck and he held her by the hips as they kissed each other more and more deeply. Y/n wanted to prove that Aemond was hers. Then she slowly placed her tongue against Aemond's lips, who gladly accepted and in return did the same. And for the first time, their tongues intertwined, they both forgot everything, the only thing they knew was that they wanted to kiss each other's lips.

The heat grew inside both of them, they both felt their skin burn and tingle and Aemond squeezed Y/n's waist tightly between kisses. He put his head on her neck as he tried to catch his breath, feeling even more intoxicated by her scent.

-What's gotten into you? - He asked breathlessly, looking at her after breaking the kiss.

-Nothing, I just don't want you near Alys Rivers. - She replied, crossing her arms over her chest and frowning.

Aemond smiled and kissed her again, but more gently, and then stated that he wouldn't let the older girl get close to him again as he hugged her.

That afternoon, the two of them didn't go home after school. They went to the edge of the forest where they could walk and be alone. And after finding a comfortable place under a large tree, Y/n spread out a blue scarf that she had put in Aemond's backpack and the two sat on the lawn, hugging each other while looking at the city in the distance.

-You can see the sept of Baelor right from here. - Y/n said with a smile as she reached for the bowl with the lemon cake she had kept in her bag, Aemond just smiled back, already pulling out the bottle of orange juice he had brought with him and placing it next to the cake.

-See that? I told you I would bring you for a picnic. - Aemond arched his eyebrows, opening the cake bowl. - Are you happy?

The question was genuine as he looked her in the eyes.

-Quite. - She responded simply, leaving a kiss on his chin and eliciting a smile from Aemond.

The two ate and talked about their day at school while laughing and exchanging kisses. And Y/n had her head resting on Aemond's thighs while they both admired the sunset smiling.

-I love you. - Aemond confessed to her for the first time after gathering courage, feeling his own heart in his mouth as he watched her under the orange sunset of Kings Landing.

Y/n sat down again immediately upon hearing this, looking him directly in the eyes, feeling her eyes watery with the statement.

-Are you serious?

-I've never been so serious about anything.

-I love you too, Aem. - She whispered, hugging him while smiling against his neck.

-In truth? - He asked uncertainly.

-In truth. - Y/n answered almost at the same time.

-When we're old enough and no one can boss us around anymore, I'll buy a house that will be just for us. Facing Visenya Hills, and we'll be able to get married and build our own lives. - He promised her under the orange light of the sunset.

Y/n's smile was exultant, the biggest and brightest Aemond had ever seen on her, and overcome with joy she pulled the sketchbook from her bag and opened it, skipping through the pages filled with drawings of clothes, dresses, flowers and sketches of people until she reached a blank one where she began to draw what Aemond noticed was an attempt at a blueprint for a house.

-I don't want us to have a very big house like your father's. - She rolled her eyes as she started drawing. - But we need more rooms for the children and for guests.

Aemond felt his heart warm when he heard her say children, they both always loved playing house and pretending they had one or two children. Thinking about a future where all of this would be real made him exultant.

-Don't forget about the library. - Aemond demanded as he watched the progress of the drawing. - I've always wanted to have a private library.

-Can it stay with your office? - She asked, looking at him thoughtfully - Then we could put my studio in the next room and we would always be close to each other when we were working at home.

-I like that idea. - Aemond smiled, looking at the plan in formation.

-A very beautiful dining room for us to have dinner together every night. - She added this part excitedly as she imagined family dinners.

-We also need a very large living room. - Aemond suggested. - That way we can camp in the living room on the weekends.

-Yes! - Y/n immediately agreed, adding the idea. - That would be perfect.

Little by little, more ideas began to emerge and when the plan was ready, Y/n began to draw the exterior of the house on the back of the sheet under the watchful eye of Aemond, who gave his own opinions and Y/n continued smiling as she shared her own ideas with him.

-I want lots of flowers. - She murmured, drawing a garden around the house.

-You could place a bunch of flowers near the main door. - Aemond suggested and Y/n loved the idea.

In the end, the house had two floors and details that referred to ancient architecture, which Aemond chose, a beautiful garden in front and a bunch of flowers climbing up the main entrance. And inspired by the orange light of the sunset, the two decided that the house would be orange with white windows.

The two admired the drawing with satisfied smiles on their faces as they held hands and thought about the future.

-You really mean all this, don't you, Aemond? - Y/n asked, still insecure, and Aemond gently pulled her by the chin and placed a kiss on her lips.

-You know that. - His voice was serious as he looked into her eyes. - That's our future Y/n. We will get married and be together forever, we are destined for each other.

Y/n smiled and hugged him as the night fell, feeling safe in his arms like she didn't feel anywhere else in the world. And that night, when they both slept, they dreamed of a happy future together.

❦❦❦

A few days later, it was a Sunday morning after breakfast. Aemond and Y/n were making out in the basement, their kisses getting more and more out of control. Amidst the hungry kisses, Aemond began to trail kisses down Y/n's jaw, making her gasp softly for him, making him even crazier, making his imagination run even wilder.

And without being quite sure of what he was doing, Aemond left a hickey on the side of Y/n's neck, making it hard for both of them to cover it up later. But after that, Aemond couldn't get enough of kissing her neck. It was his new favorite pastime: kissing her neck and avoiding leaving too many obvious marks that would make them get caught.

Things got difficult for Aemond. He couldn't stop kissing Y/n, and every time he kissed her, he felt his body heat up uncontrollably and the twinges in his lower abdomen were becoming painful. So he created a habit that was certainly not very healthy, but after the habit of making out with his own cousin in any minimally empty place, anything didn't seem so bad. He touched himself every night thinking about her before sleeping, and when he finally fell asleep he dreamed about her on his body, and usually in those dreams Y/n wasn't leaving much to the imagination.

What he didn't know was that Y/n was having the same problem. And when the two finally talked about it, they both started touching each other's bodies more deeply or touching their own bodies under each other's adoring gaze.

The first time Y/n was naked in front of Aemond, she thought she was going to die from so much embarrassment, but it wasn't long before Aemond's gaze became so comfortable that she no longer even noticed when she was naked. Aemond would sneak into her room in the middle of the night whenever he could, and Y/n would eagerly welcome him and let him touch her the way he wanted.

Aemond knew they were going too far and he knew how screwed they would be if anyone found out, but he couldn't care, he just wanted her and he knew that nothing else in this life would satisfy him.

❦❦❦

On the morning of Y/n's 16th birthday, the day had barely dawned and Aemond was already opening the door to her room, jumping inside anxiously with a black velvet box in his hand. She was still sleeping tangled in the sheets with her hair messy and the straps of her pajamas slipping off her shoulders, giving him a slight look at the breasts he liked so much.

And with a smile he sat on the edge of her bed and shook her gently while calling her name, and when Y/n opened her eyes he smiled at her.

-Happy birthday beautiful.

Her eyes lit up and she promptly sat up, hugging him with a wide smile.

-I have a present for you. - He held out the velvet box and Y/n thanked him before even opening it, and when she opened it her jaw almost dropped and she put her hand to her mouth.

-Aemond I… I don't know what to say… it's beautiful. - She still spoke with her hand over her mouth. - It's the most beautiful necklace I've ever seen in my life.

-I ordered it to be made for you. - He smiled, satisfied with her reaction. - You always say that my eyes look like sapphires, so I chose this stone, so that I'll always be close to your heart and you'll always think of me when you wear it. - He then brought his face closer to hers and gently brushed his nose against hers. - But also so that you remember that my heart is yours.

A tear ran down Y/n's cheek as she admired the necklace between her fingers and everything it meant, then leaned in to leave a kiss on Aemond's lips.

-I love you Aem. - She murmured against his lips.

-I love you too Y/n. - He replied, caressing her face with the palms of his hands.

Aemond then placed the necklace around her neck, and Y/n admired herself in the mirror, enchanted by the sight, smiling even more when Aemond took a picture of her using the old polaroid camera that was on top of the bookshelf.

-Don't take it off. - He placed a kiss on her neck as he said this.

-I'll never take it off, Aem. Never. - She swore, looking at him through the mirror.

❦❦❦

And that night, on Y/n's 16th birthday, after all the expensive gifts, the party with hundreds of guests, the dances and even the sudden and unusual presence of Y/n's father, Daemon Targaryen. She went to Aemond's room at dawn and thanked him for the silver necklace with a heart-shaped sapphire stone that he had given her. But she informed him that as much as it was her favorite gift, she thought she deserved more from him, and when Aemond asked Y/n what she wanted, she confidently told him that she wanted him to make her his completely.

And that's what Aemond did, he took her for himself just as he had been dreaming of doing since he discovered what sex was. That was certainly one of the sweetest moments of both their lives.

For all the years that passed, Y/n remembered that night, every touch, from the simplest to the hungriest. From every breath, from every sigh, from every word of love that Aemond said to her. And Aemond, in turn, felt that his soul had been marked forever at that moment, and he knew that there could never be another in his life.

And still naked and smiling, tangled between the sheets, the two promised to whisper against each other's skin, Y/n first because she needed to affirm Aemond so that he knew for sure that she would always only be his.

-I will never let anyone else touch me like that, Aemond. - She sighed against his lean chest.

-You swear? - Aemond asked, feeling taken with the courage to make his own confession upon hearing Y/n's, who slowly shook her head in affirmation.

-I swear.

-Good, because I will never touch another person like that in my life, Y/n, just you. Forever. - He confessed against her hair, with his nose stuck there smelling the sweet smell of her shampoo.

-You swear? - Y/n asked, but now she was looking at him with tears in her eyes.

Aemond then held her face delicately while smiling lovingly.

-I swear. - He said as he caressed the sides of her face with his thumbs. - It will be you and me forever, nothing in this world will separate us.

A tear ran down Y/n's cheek as she heard him say those words, and with a hopeful smile she leaned in and kissed Aemond's lips sweetly.

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Final notes: I can't imagine Viserys punching Daemon, so we got a slap. I hope you're enjoying the progress of the story, and spoiler alert: trouble is coming! Tell me what you think, it makes me very happy and thank you for all the support so far! 💖💕

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[bronzebtch]

modern verse(s) as explained very briefly in my verses page. here are the slightly more descriptive events which has unfolded in the following AUs.

default — daughter of a property development and construction conglomerate group.

rhea comes from a family who founded Royce Group in the in the late 1960's - early 1970's.

it wasn't until the early 1990's though that the Group gained its traction, and their profit skyrocketed.

the Royce Group owned several hotel franchises, most notably the Royal Royce Hotel in which the first one opened its doors in 1962 along the coast of runestone's private beach area.

ever since, the Royce Group have diversified their businesses into property investment, which includes developing housing areas, theme parks, casinos and so forth.

having grown into a conglomerate group, the family (the royces) could still profit off of their family's investments while not being directly involved in any existing projects. regardless of that, it is tradition that many royce family members, especially the main branch, are expected to be involved among the manager or director level.

born to yorbert and gemma royce, rhea was their second child among three. at age eight, her older brother, brahm, fell incredibly sick from pneumonia and passed away after treatment failed.

rhea was homeschooled up until she was eleven years old, where she then attended Sharra School For Girls, a private boarding school in the vale.

having graduated with honours, rhea attended Oldtown University, a prestigious university in Westeros with 16.8% acceptance rate — as opposed to attending Antlers University in the crownlands (which many of her forefathers attended), or University of Myr, where many of her peers at her time attended.

at Oldtown University, rhea studied business and economy, eventually changing her major to veterinary medicine (while minoring in business); she graduated later than expected, but with high honours.

in verses where she isn't married and/or engaged to daemon, she became involved with Royce Group immediately; defending her position from an envious cousin-once-removed, gunthor, while she quickly climbed to a managerial position under runestone division.

on the side and when she's got time, she volunteers at animal sanctuaries.

royalty au — the targaryens are still royalty, and rhea is a nobleman's daughter; engaged to the prince.

following somewhat like the real-life british monarchy, the targaryens are the royal family of westeros, a constitutional form of government by which a hereditary sovereign reigns as the head of state. (my headcanon is that otto is the prime minister in this.)

rhea is born into nobility, as the second child and firstborn daughter of earl and lord of runestone, yorbert royce. she is formally called lady rhea royce.

as a child, their family along with the arryns sometimes spent their holidays at king’s landing, where she and aemma became well acquainted with the targaryen children.

rhea lost her brother, brahm, when brahm was ten from pneumonia (and she were only eight years old). their mother, devastated, passed away two years later; leaving yorbert royce a widower with two living daughters.

her education is more or less same as above: she was homeschooled until she was eleven, then attended a private boarding school for girls in the vale, and then oldtown university with which she graduated at the top of her class and with honour years later.

despite being in a position to one day inherit runestone, rhea became interested in veterinary medicine as early as age sixteen years old; volunteering at farms and sanctuaries frequently.

at Oldtown University, rhea studied politics, history and economy alongside veterinary medicine to make up for what her noble duty asks of her.

at age nineteen however, an official letter has been sent by the head of the state, queen alysanne targaryen, formally asking rhea to become engaged with the second prince and heir, daemon targaryen, duke of dragonstone.

the news of the arrangement was somehow leaked, and within a month, rhea rose from being a generally unknown individual, to the most observed woman in all of westeros.

though the rapidly-growing attention shone on her was a massive whiplash, rhea was well-received by the public for her activism, constant graciousness and her pleasant background. (read: she had no scandals to spoke of.)

though it is made very clear quickly that the engagement (if the plot arrives here: and subsequent marriage) was ill-matched for the journalists and tabloids started reporting on how badly prince daemon treated his fiancé, and reports of affairs began to circulate.

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GENERAL MODERN VERSE

take note: this will be the "general" modern verse, to have her easily adapted into the modern verse if / when any threads within the modern royalty ( which is my default modern AU ) are not feasible. for modern royalty AU information, please click here.

THE ROYCES

An old, respectable and powerful name in Runestone, located in the Vale, the history of House Royce goes a long way back to the Bronze Age, where the head of the Royces were once known as the Bronze Kings.

Despite having knelt to the Arryns sometime during the Andal invasion, House Royce remains a commendable and important name among the Westeros' royal court and nobility.

Through its ups and downs, and almost near-extinct in the later half of the 16th century and early 18th century, House Royce's influences remain.

Its ancient seat, Burmstone Hall, officially opens itself to the public in the late 18th century. ( To note: their first ancient castle, housing several ancient Bronze Statues of Old, has been open to the public going as far back as the 14th century.)

Today, living descendent of House Royce mainly resides in Archway Cottage, a considerably smaller residence than their previous two castles, though, at full capacity, could still comfortably house 100 people.

ROYCE GROUP

In mid-1920s to early 1930s, the Royce founded Royce Group, a company intended to take advantage of the industrial age, intending to be apart of a large plan to instal a modern train railway across Westeros, though this went with little success. The Group relaunches its effort for business in construction in the mid-1960s.

It wasn’t until the early 1990’s though that the Group gained its traction, and their profit skyrocketed.

The Royce Group owned several hotel franchises, most notably the Royal Royce Grand Hotel in which the first one opened its doors in 1962 along the coast of Runestone’s private beach area.

Ever since, the Royce Group have diversified their businesses into property investment, which includes developing housing areas, theme parks, casinos and so forth.

Having grown into a conglomerate group, the family (The Royces) could still profit off of their family’s investments while not being directly involved in any existing projects. Still, it is regarded as tradition that many royce family members, especially the main branch, are expected to be involved in the business among the manager or director level.

RHEA ROYCE

Born to Yorbert and Gemma royce, Rhea was their second child among three.

At age eight however, her older brother, Brahm, fell incredibly sick from pneumonia and passed away after treatment failed.

Rhea was homeschooled up until she was eleven years old, where she then attended Sharra School For Girls, a private boarding school in the vale.

In the private school, Rhea led the debate team into several wins, including four on the regional level, and two on nationals. She was also appointed as the Vice Captain and later Captain of the lacrosse team during her two final years, respectively.

During this period, Rhea was also a competitive-equestrian; attending her first match when she was eleven years old, though ultimately retiring when she was fourteen.

Having graduated with appraisal and excellent results, Rhea attended Oldtown University, a prestigious university in Westeros with 16.8% acceptance rate.

In Oldtown University, Rhea studied business and economy. In her second year, it's been reported she minored in zoology and animal science — though her interest lasts for only a year before her pursue upon the subjects halted. She graduated a semester later than expected, though with high honours regardless.

Whether she is married and/or engaged to Daemon in this verse, Rhea became involved with Royce Group immediately; defending her position from an envious cousin-once-removed, Gunthor, while she quickly climbed to a managerial position under Runestone division.

On the side, she volunteers at animal sanctuaries.

PERSONALITY

Despite her overwhelming and enthusiastic interest in group-mandated sports and activities ( eventually preferring to participate in the debate team, the lacrosse team, and, in her University days, the kayak team ), Rhea is often described as reserved, or shy.

"She is able to be charismatic when needed," one of her coaches would say of her, "honest nearly to a fault, and has no reservation otherwise to speak up when she deems necessary to defend her views or wellbeing of others. Otherwise, she keeps well enough to herself. A polite kid. Incredibly smart, though a tad naive."

Years into her career sees to Rhea hardening, losing the youthful naivety she once held. Many staff working for her commented that she is intimidating, though positively cautious and highly keen of her surroundings. She's grown to become an efficient General Manager and a dependable employer — though, whispers some of them, lonely.

Rhea has no children to speak of. Her current residence remains the Archway Cottage in Runestone, where she shares the living space with her sister. Rhea also owns several property, including an luxury apartment in King's Landing, and a smaller beach house in Lannisport.

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[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

first lines

ty @sybilius , tagging @calico-fiction if no one’s tagged you already, also @bronanlynch

show me those electric bones

Rich men with the new realization that things might be taken from them could not be soothed, only endured.

dear villainous thing

The phone rang and the warmth went away.

no punches left to roll with

Christine smacked Veronica in the temple with issue seven of RobCo Fun. “Do you mind? I’m trying to read here.”

blow a kiss, fire a gun

The mule train loomed out of the sandstorm, startling Courier Two.

thought you were a lone lawman like me

He hadn’t lost the cynical, sour twist to his mouth since he arrived.

we’re not a gang, we’re a club

When the casino lost power for the third time that week, Courier Six started doing what she said she liked best- wandering around talking to people.

happy birthday, mrs courier

“Happy birthday, Mrs Santangelo-Royce.”

lucus a non lucendo

Far and away from the lights of New Vegas, it was a dark and moonless night. Or it would have been, if the Milky Way like a bagful of spilled bottlecaps hadn’t been casting shadows on the ground.

odd diversity of misery and joy

The day after the Second Battle for Hoover Dam, five exhausted people and a cyborg dog dragged themselves downstairs to the lobby of the dead Mr House’s big dead hotel.

patterns: don’t love starting with dialogue right off the bat. with the exception of “show me those electric bones” where i was imitating a heightened early scifi style with a semi-philosophical observation, seems like i prefer starting with a location title card over starting with a small action. i am generally satisfied with my first lines- generally i have a really strong idea of how a piece opens, cinematically. by god do i love my song titles

[sleepysailorghost]

Sunshine and Scars

It has been a long time since Christine Royce was at peace. True, Elijah's death had relieved her of her duty, but to be at ease in the Sierra Madre was to die.

Christine had been glad to see the Courier. How strange, that her life had been so affected by couriers. She owed a lot to the couriers of the Mojave. Did the Mojave Express accept payment for life debts twice over?

She had spent part of the long and dangerous journey to the Mojave trying to put how they felt towards Antietam into words, so they would know how deeply grateful she was. Only, she hadn't needed to.

The Courier had grabbed her hand, ostensibly to pull her out of harm's way. After, their grip loosened, leaving Christine free to remove her hand. Instead, she tightened her grip. That was how they had returned to the Mojave, hand in hand.

The Courier had described their friends as they walked to Antietam's home. They spoke so kindly, so affectionately of their friends. It made Christine half-jealous and half-curious to see how she would be described.

Perhaps as a broken knight who passed off their duty to a courier like it was a mere package. Christine thinks that for a second, and then hates herself for it. The Courier would never speak of them like that.

Antietam had no obligation to return to the Madre for her, but they did anyway. They wouldn't have come for her if they saw her like that.

The Courier gently dances around the topic of Veronica, not trying to overwhelm or guilt Christine into seeing her before she felt ready. She was not at hotel Antietam had brought them to, but a man of equivalent height to the Courier was. He seemed greatly relieved to see the Courier, who hugged him tightly.

"Just like last time, huh?" He said, wrapping his arms around Antietam. He looked down at the Courier fondly, and then leveled a less fond look to Christine. "You and your friend make it back okay?"

The Courier let go of the man and stood back.

"Yeah. Everything okay here?"

"Yeah. Mostly just waiting for you and shooting legionaries."

"Ha, wish I'd been here."

The Courier's strength seemed to sap as they recognize they were in friendly territory. This is their home, Christine realized, and then thought that they had brought her without evaluating the threat she posed as a Knight.

She knew that she could not return to duty as a Knight. She had been through too much and the Brotherhood would not be the home she left. Still, perhaps she and the courier would visit, if only for the hilarity of Antietam passing for a paladin.

They rested in a hotel room that night. The way Antietam moved showed their familiarity with the room, if the key they had brandished and their belongings spread throughout the room didn't. Christine thought she saw the jumpsuit the Courier had worn in the Sierra Madre peaking out of a cupboard.

That was one thing Christine had learned of her friend-their insatiable need to pick things up, from checkerboards to boxes of abraxo. Even now, they're dropping off their haul.

"Courier." Christine heard herself say, only it wasn't really her voice but Vera's. It took getting used to.

"Yeah, Christine?"

"Thank you." And the courier smiled at that, ran their fingers through their hair.

"It's what I should have done. Ah, I have something for you." They walk over to the cabinet and produce a rifle and armor that's familiar to Christine. Her Circle of steel uniform. "It's yours. If you want it."

When she wakes in the morning, she asks them about travelling to the Divide.

"Sure thing," the Courier says, and then looks a little flustered. "But I have to warn you. It's very dangerous in the Divide and we can't go immediately. I used up too many supplies getting to and from the Madre. You can stay here if you'd like, or I can set you up somewhere else. Oh, and you're welcome to come with me if you'd like."

That was another thing the Courier did: give her options, return to the Brotherhood, visit Veronica, visit the Divide, stay with the Courier. Maybe they were trying to stop her from feeling trapped.

So she travelled with the Courier throughout the Mojave. The Sniper came as well, although he didn't talk much and neither did Christine. But she could tell that he respected her and that he cared about Antietam. That was enough for Christine to respect him.

Travelling with Antietam wasn't like it had been in the Madre. The sun shining down on them reminded Christine of that with every step. It felt good to breathe in fresh air and walk under the Mojave's blue sky. With every breath she took, the Sierra Madre's fog left her lungs a little.

While gathering supplies, she asks the Courier to accompany her to the Brotherhood bunker of Hidden Valley. They were at the 188 Trading Outpost, and the Courier had ran under the bridge rather than head to the outpost. It was only for a second, but Christine is sure of what she sees: Veronica.

Her chest pangs at the sight, and she knows then that she still loves her.

Christine did not think she would ever see Veronica again. Had planned on it actually, when she resolved to be the warden of the Sierra Madre. Although the Courier had swayed her from the casino, she didn't lend any creedence to the idea of seeing Veronica. She had nothing left to offer her; she was a broken and scarred person and Veronica deserved better than her.

Antietam would probably argue with that, but it's not their decision to make.

Arriving in Hidden Valley, the Courier is treated as a paladin, although they certainly haven't welcomed them into the fold. The recycled ammo and poor quality armor is proof of that.

Cristine almost says something, and then she remembers the Courier's great love of fixing things. The armor was probably just a repair job they hadn't gotten around to.

In some ways, the base feels like home. It's not home, however, not for Christine or Antietam.

They see the elder by simply walking in. If Christine had done that during her time in the Brotherhood, it would not have gone well. Still, everyone seems more or less afraid of the Courier. If the story Christine was told regarding their first encounter with the Brotherhood was accurate, they should be.

The elder accepts Christine as a member of the Circle of Steel, even though her uniform is ragged and her holotags are somewhere in the Big MT. The Courier vouches for them, swearing on Steel, that this woman is Knight Christine Royce of the Circle of Steel.

Once the elder accepts that, Antietam announces that Father Elijah is dead. The elder's eyes widen and then narrow, before he asks if they can verify this.

"Well, I'm sure he's dead. I pumped him full of shotgun shells and then dropped a casino on him." Saying this, the courier dropped a parcel of Elijah's belongings on the desk.

The elder's face looks as if he wants to scream and is narrowly holding it in.

"I'll be looking forward to your report, Paladin." He says, after he took a good second to compose himself.

Christine laughs at the Courier's exit, and then resigns her commission with the Brotherhood of Steel. No longer if she a Knight of Steel, but Christine Royce, Survivor.

The Courier leaves without writing a report.

When the Courier announces that they're ready to leave for the Divide, it has been a month. A voice chirps from Antietam's pipboy, but it's not Elijah, a much softer voice.

"Oh boy, is this your friend? She looks...Dangerous!" the voice says.

"Yeah, I know, yes." The Courier says, and then introduces it to Christine, holding up their wrist. "This is Yes-Man, he lives in my pipboy. He's not evil or anything, just curious. Yes-Man, this is Christine Royce, she's a friend of mine."

"Hello, Christine! The Courier's wrong, I'm a little evil!" Yes-Man greets.

"Hello, Yes-Man?" Christine responds.

"I give free will to one computer and it turns evil." Antietam mutters, and looks down at the trail ahead. "Ready to head into the Divide?"

"Ready as I'll ever be."

The trip is difficult, but the Courier is familiar with the path. As they walk, Antietam tells a story of the Courier who once walked this path, bringing death to their home. It fills maybe an hour of their long journey.

The rest is filled with near deaths and tapes played through Antietam's pipboy. Old world music, gameshows, and radio dramas copied onto holotapes and scrounged up throughout the wasteland. Unanimously, they skip Dean Domino tapes. Still, they come into rotation enough that the Courier removes the tape and holds it out for a second, like they were going to throw it away. They look at it real long and hard, and then put it back.

"It's too valuable to throw away."

Eventually, they make it to the cliffside at the end of the world. The man waiting there is the courier who saved her from the Big MT.

"Courier."He greets Antietam. "Didn't know we were having guests."

"You should know my name, Courier-you gave it to me." Antietam returns, and his eyes narrow in response.

"So I did. Did not expect to see you again, Knight Royce. Did you hunt your enemy?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Stands next to you now, no longer an enemy." Ulysses's eyes narrow on the Courrier. "Something else now."

Christine looked over at Antietam, a look in her eyes that says "you didn't mention this!".

"Well, that sure is something. I'm no longer a Knight, however."

"Put the Brotherhood behind you.... you are a changed man, Royce."

"You as well."

"I'll leave you two to get caught up." Antietam said with a smile, and turned to leave, but the voice on their pip boy spoke up.

"Aww, that's no fair! I wanna meet your friend!" Yes-Man whined.

The Courier rolled their eyes, and then flipped their wrist up.

"There, happy now?"

"Oh, I know you!" Yes-Man beeped. "You're that man that's been following us!"

"What? Yes, that's not right." The Courier ran their hands over their face. "Sorry, Ulysses. He's just a computer program and he doesn't mean anything. I'm not sure what he's on about."

Ulysses did not say anything.

"I am right!" Yes-Man argued. "I've seen him before!"

"No, you couldn't have. Ulysses was here, in the Divide, so he couldn't have been following us."

Christine thought about it. Antietam had known where Ulysses's camp was, but it didn't appear to be lived in for all that long. Could have meant anything.

"Sorry, I'll just...uhh leave. I'll talk to y'all later."

When the Courier was out of earshot, Christine looked at Ulysses.

"What's the truth?"

"Antietam came here for me. To the Divide. And then I followed them back to the Mojave."

"Didn't stop when they returned to the Mojave, did you?" Christine's voice is flat, unamused. "They didn't know they were being followed."

"No. Followed them through the mountains and deserts and into Vegas. Courier carries my heart, even if they don't know."

"They could. If you would stop following them and talk to them."

"Wouldn't matter. Couriers who have committed the wrongs we have and lived as we have...don't deserve happiness together."

"I understand. Before we met, I loved a woman named Veronica. But we were seperated by Elijah. And I hunted him despite how Veronica loved him like a father. Now I am free of that duty and too broken for Veronica to love."

"You argue despite that? Two of a kind, you and I." He thought for a second and then continued. "Perhaps you should return to the woman you love. Allow her to see you as you are now...to see if her feelings remain the same."

"Perhaps. Could say the same about you."

"Not the same. Courier and I were never lovers. Different history between the them and I, one filled with the death of our home."

"Cares about you though." Christine retorted, and when Ulysses didn't respond, she huffed. "I'm going to find them."

To Christine, the Divide screamed that she shouldn't be here. It wasn't her history that was buried under the ash. The land was still in the worst ways. Reminded her of the Madre, as she hunted through the land for Antietam.

Didn't have to go far, and Antietam smiled at her when their eyes met.

Christine opened her mouth to speak, but found that the words would not come.

"Did you and Ulysses have a good talk?" They asked.

"Yeah." Christine croaked out.

"Alright, I'm going to talk to him for a moment. We'll probably camp out here for a few days, then head home to the Mojave."

"Fine." She settled behind the Courier to follow them back to the camp.

The Courier laid close to Ulysses, putting down their heavy pack and pulling out supplies to show him. He looked amused as Antietam showed him their rollerskates and books they had brought their friend.

When they had emptied out their backpack and Ulysses had a stack of supplies littered around him, they leaned against him. Although Ulysses startled for a second, he relaxed and settled against Antietam.

"Hey, Ulysses...I've been thinking and I wanted to know..would you want to return to the Mojave with me and Christine?"

Ulysses didn't say anything for a moment, and then he responded.

"Perhaps it's time for me to leave this place." He rubbed at his jaw, and he looked at the courier, who was tucked into his side. "Yes, let the Divide belong to the past now."

It was like that then.

Christine held her friend's hand as they returned, just as they had when returning from the Madre. It feels right, the way their hands fit together.

The Divide has brought something back to her, she thinks, and she realizes her decision has been made. As the sun rises over the desert, she tells Antietam of her choice, and they wish her well.

Pack on her back, she leaves for Veronica.

She doesn't think that Veronica will recognize her. It has been years since they met, and her hair has been shaved, scars carved over her face and throat. Even her voice is different.

The 188 is her destination, as it's the last time she saw her. It takes her a few days, but she finds her way there.

She dons her Circle of Steel uniform, even if she no longer belongs to the Brotherhood.

"Excuse me," She greets. "May I speak with you for a second?"

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Veronica responds, lowering her eyebrows.

"You did, once. You were Scribe Veronica Santangelo, and I was Knight Christine Royce." Veronica startles back from her, and Christine thinks that this was a bad idea, and maybe listening to Ulysses on romantic advice was doomed from the start. "I know it's hard to believe-I don't look the same and my voice is different. Please let me explain."

"Alright, explain." Veronica responded, although she still looked hesitant.

"I was sent by the Circle of Steel to hunt Elijah down for his crimes. He elluded me and escaped to Big MT, a land controlled by robots who experimented on humans. After I confronted Ellijah, the robots captured me and they...cut into my head. A courier freed me and helped me back to health, but we parted ways so I could track Ellijah to his final destination."

"The Sierra Madre." Veronica breathed.

"Yes. However, when I arrived, I was trapped in an Auto-Doc. It tore out my vocal cords, leaving me mute. Another Courier freed me, and helped me to enact vengence on Ellijah. When our work was done, I decided to stay there."

"And yet you're here?" She shifted her weight from one fit to another.

"They convinced me to return. I believe they are a friend of yours."

"Christine...I can't believe it's you. I thought you were dead. Everyone did."

"I didn't think I would ever see you again." Christine smiled a little.

"I just don't know how to handle this. What do you want from me?"

"Anything you are willing to offer me. If you want nothing, I'll disappear and you'll never see me again. If you'd like to be friends, I'll be your friend."

"And if I want more?" Veronica said.

"I could be more. I'm not the same person I was."

"I don't want to push you away, but I don't know what I want. I didn't think I would see you either."

"Maybe we just need to take things as they come. See where the road takes us."

"I'd like that."

And Christine was at peace.

[baldo-koldo-photography]

ROLLS ROYCE PHANTOM V 1963

[gracie-bird]

Princess Grace, co-pilot in the Jaguar MK2 in 1961. At the wheel, her husband Rainier III of Monaco.

GRACE KELLY, THE PRINCESS WHO BROUGHT MONACO BACK TO GLAMOUR ON THE BACK OF A JAGUAR. 

After six years of courtship, Rainier III of Monaco broke up in 1953 with the French interpreter Gisèle Pascal because neither her family nor the Monegasques wanted her on the throne. To get her out of the way, it was said that the sovereign's sister, Princess Antoinette, Baroness of Massy, ​​took it upon herself to spread rumors of the lady's infertility because she wanted the throne for her son Christian Louis.

Laconic and depressed, the sovereign was urged to find the ideal woman. At that time, Aristotle Onassis was the largest shareholder in the Société des Bains de Mer (SBM) - owner of the Casino, the most important luxury hotels and a myriad of properties that generated incalculable dividends - and as he was obsessed with the big names ( Livanos, Callas ...) influenced Rainier III to look for someone solemn among the society pages.

He found that figure in Grace Kelly, whom he met during the filming of To Catch a Thief (1955). His love was settled when the prince presented him during the filming of High Society (1956) in Hollywood with a Cartier diamond ring of 10.47 carats, which caused the admiration of his colleague Celeste Holm when he saw the glow of the gem: "Oh my gosh, it looks like a skating rink!"

That was the beginning of a time of fantasy that has remained anchored in the Monegasque collective memory and, by extension, that of the rest of the world.

Grace symbolized the elegance, charm and glamor that Monaco needed to export abroad to become the ideal enclave for the international jet set. After their wedding in 1956, everything seemed to be going smoothly. The prince was happy in his heart and had regained control of the SBM.

Princes Rainier and Princess Grace in their Jaguar E-Type.

To perpetuate the image of the film myth, the world's best luxury brands stepped into his feet. Hermès created the Kelly bag and Jaguar made available two of its most exclusive models, the MK2 saloon and the E-Type, considered the most beautiful car ever designed, which in 1996 became a piece of art when it was part of the Museum of Modern Art from New York.

In March, the 60th anniversary of its global launch will be commemorated with an exclusive edition because Jaguar Classic will release six pairs of E-Type models (9600 HP and 77 RW) of this jewel on wheels available to checking accounts with multiple zeros to the right. This vehicle was the insignia of who was who in high society, such as Steve McQueen (great motor enthusiast like Paul Newman), Tony Curtis, Brigitte Bardot or the Duke and Duchess of Sussex (Meghan and Harry), who used a Jaguar at their wedding Electric E-Type Zero Concept inspired by the 1968 gasoline-powered model.

Grace Kelly was a magnet for Monaco. She attracted the big names (Elizabeth Taylor, Maria Callas, the Rothschilds) and generated millionaire profits for a principality that was on the verge of becoming a French protectorate. Every time she had to go to an event at the Casino or the Sporting Club, the sovereign used these English vehicles that have nothing to envy other British firms such as Rolls-Royce or Bentley.

Original Article (in Spanish): https://www.elmundo.es/loc/celebrities/2021/01/27/60102afcfc6c83d2348b45a9.html

[conandaily2022]

Miss Universe Pampanga 2024 predictions: Andra Ting, Cyrille Payumo, Rena Flores, Alyssa Napenas, Bianca Garcia

Miss Universe Pampanga 2024 will be crowned at the Royce Hotel and Casino in Mabalacat, Pampanga, Philippines on January 19, 2024. It is the inaugural edition of the provincial beauty pageant that selects Pampanga’s candidate for Miss Universe Philippines, which selects the Philippines’ Miss Universe candidate. Currently, the Philippines has 27 Miss Universe placements including the coronations…

[moskaisley]

fear and loathing

gif: @pedroispunk​

pairing: javier peña x reader

rating: NC-17!! explicit!!! this is literally porn!!! if ur under, 18+ go away.

warnings: mentions of drugs, alcohol, crime, SMUT MSUSTMSUMUT

word count: 2.9k

summary:

“Oh, maybe I was a little too wild in the 70s Back down to earth with a lounge singer shimmer Elevator down to my make believe residency From the honeymoon suite Two shows a day, four nights a week Easy money”

In the years before Agent Peña was shipped to Colombia, he spent his time lost in the lights of Las Vegas, entangling himself with the lounge singer of the Flamingo Hotel and Casino.

a/n: aka me romanticizing my own city knowing it’s actually a piece of shit town. i would highly recommend u listen to star treatment by arctic monkeys bc i had that record on repeat while writing this :) enjoy space cowboys!

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The neon lights of Las Vegas were so bright they could burn skin with sin. 

People called New York the city that never sleeps, but the Big Apple couldn’t hold a candle to the mirage of chaos situated in the heart of the Mojave. This place was hotter than Hell and the citizens were like snakes, hiding from the beating sun at dawn and slithering out to hunt at dusk. The city was designed to overwhelm its “guests” with temptation. What happens here, stays here: an empty promise disguised as a secret. People talk, and the name had its own proud implication.

You didn’t have to say what you got up to in Vegas, everyone already knows.

The year was 1979. Javier Peña sat in a smoky lounge of the Flamingo, eyes lazily trained on a suited piano man playing away on stage.

He’d never come here willingly, but the DEA had him sent to Sin City investigating its suspicious abundance of every drug under the sun. Though Bugsy Siegel and many of the mobsters were long gone, the mafia still held Vegas by the balls. Their influence was atomic, going so far as to halt Metro in making any sort of move against them. Javi noticed it immediately on his first day in the office; the officers on the force only ever responded to petty crimes and traffic violations. Any call involving suited men and blow were brushed off and away. When Javi confronted one of the detectives, he only laughed in his face,

“Their lawyers are too good, Peña.”

It was only when Javi took a walk down to a shitty convenience store for a pack of cigarettes did he realize the state of the city. He saw a group of kids who couldn’t have been older than 22, high off their ass and stumbling along the sidewalk. He did his best to ignore them, but the group suddenly got louder as a girl was tripping over her heels into the street, an oncoming car only seconds away. He acted quickly grabbing her arm and pulling her flush against him, Rolls Royce tearing down the road, horn blaring at the two of them.

“You saved my life there, Mr. Mustache,” she cooed, “How could I ever repay you?”

When he looked back to her, he tried his best not to cringe. Her pupils were so dilated, he was surprised her eyes didn’t pop out of their sockets. Then, he saw the white powder off the corner of her nostril and his stomach turned. She cackled at him, and he pushed her back to her coked out friends.

Javi learned two things that night: Vegas has horrible drivers, and anyone who came close to this town rotted from the inside out. 

He figured that, in order to make any progress here, it would have to come from Hell itself. If he stuck around long enough, maybe he’d find something amongst the fields of ringing slot machines and gaudy carpet.

“Lose all your money already, son?” A voice drew him out of his thoughts. He turned to see a sharply dressed older man.

Javi faked a smile for the sake of being polite, “No, not yet. Maybe in a bit.” 

The man chuckled and sat in the leather chair to the left of him, “You should stay. They’ve got quite a show coming up.”

Fancyman bristles beside him reaching inside his breast pocket. The little bag that he pulls out is unmistakable. The high roller notices his stare, “It’ll be especially good with a little bit of this.”

Javi cocks an eyebrow at him and waves him off, “No thanks. I think I’ll just stick with these.”

He gestures to his pack of cigarettes on the small table.

“Suit yourself,” the man settles. He takes the powder on his pinky and snorts it into his nostril.

Javier holds back on rolling his eyes and instead leans into his seat. He pulls a cigarette to his lips, settling in for this magnificent show that Fancyman promised. He rifled through his leather jacket for a lighter, but nothing turned up in his pockets. 

“Let me get that for you,” a new, sultry voice whispers into his ears.

Heat creeps up his neck as a hand splays itself across his chest, tracing the exposed skin under his black button up. A golden zippo in perfectly manicured fingers appears before him, flickering to life with a tiny flame. He leans in and takes a drag, acutely aware of the lips inches away from his ear. 

“Speak of the devil,” he nearly forgot about his company for the evening, “if it isn’t our little songbird.”

“Always a pleasure to see you again, Mr. Hughes,” Javi is strangely disappointed to hear the voice had drawn away, “Who’s your friend here?”

He turns around to introduce himself, but his name dies in his throat when his eyes catch yours. You could easily be a movie star with your bright red lipstick and perfect waves of hair. His mouth goes dry when you round the corner of his chair and sit on the armrest, lighting your own thin cigarette and storing away your zippo in your fur coat.

“I don’t know, darling, but I think he’s in love.”

“Is that so?” Your perfect lips form a smile as you curl them around the filter, “What’s your name, lover?”

He coughs into his sleeve in an attempt to prevent his voice from rising three octaves.

“Javier,” he says, “It’s just Javi, though..”

Idiot. 

“Javier,” he could get drunk on the way you say his name, “Well, just Javi, could you hold onto this for me?”

His breath hitches when you slide the coat off your shoulders, revealing your body in a silk black strapless dress and a gold necklace with diamonds spilling onto your collarbone. You all but throw the fur onto his lap and stamp out your cig in the ashtray in front of him. 

“Enjoy the show, lover.”

-

Describing you as a “songbird” was a serious understatement. Javi found your voice fucking heavenly with the way it crooned out some old torch song from the 40s. He wasn’t the only one who felt this way; sober or not, the audience hung onto every note that left your lips and the room was at your command. Your smooth, honey-sweet voice melted through one melody to the next. Soon enough, you were thanking everyone for coming out and wishing the crowd a lovely stay at the Flamingo.

And then your eyes met Javi’s once again, and blood rushed to his ears.

Eyes glittering mischievously, you point directly to him, “This last song is dedicated to that man right there.”

The spotlight whips away from the stage, landing directly on Javi’s chair. He tried his best to remain stone cold, jaw clenched and dark eyes boring into yours from across the room. But his embarrassment was quite literally on display as he shifted uncomfortably under the white hot heat of the light behind him.

“Just Javi was kind enough to hold onto something very special to me,” you purred into the mic, “Please give him a round of applause.”

Thank God, for your coat. Had it not been there, the world would’ve seen the way Javi’s cock strained against his jeans.

He finally let out a huff of relief as the spotlight left his back and veered its way back to your place on the stage, your last song starting. Javi was quick to scramble for another cigarette. He looked at the coat in his lap, pausing in contemplation. His eyes darted between the fur coat and yours as you began to sing again.

“I found a place

Full of charms

A magic world

In my baby's arms....”

His hands slithered their way to the folds of the coat on his lap, dipping into the pocket and pulling out the golden lighter. He flicked the sparkwheel, a tiny fire illuminating his the curves of his face as he kept his steely gaze on you.

“Her soft embrace

Like Satin and Lace..”

Javi took a long drag, nicotine setting his chest aflame. Your black dress ripples along your legs as you cross the stage. You’re smooth in the way you pull yourself onto the grand piano, lying down and arching your breasts upward as you belt out the lyrics, shooting a dazzling smile to him.

“Wondrous place”

-

“Excuse me, miss? There’s someone here to see you.”

“Tell him he needs to get in line.”

You see Tom, the baby-faced stagehand, bristle in the reflection of your dressing room mirror. He’s heatedly whispering with the person next to him. You always felt bad for giving him the chore of turning your suitors away.

And while you expect Tom to close the door and leave you in peace, he presses on.

“He-uh-he says he has your coat, ma’am.”

Your lips curl into a devilish smile, and you turn to your sweet blushing assistant.

“Oh, send him in then. He’s okay.”

The kid obeys, pushing your door further open. The man you’ve had your eyes on all night walks through, your fur coat wrapped along his forearm.

“What a lovely surprise, Just Javi.”

You watch him in amusement as his Adam's apple bobs in his neck. You relish in the paralyzing effect you have on him.

“I just came to return this,” his voice is tight as he tries to return your fur to you. You don’t miss the way his eyes trail over your body; your black stage dress was replaced by a cream silk robe loosely tied at your waist.

“Sure you did,” you tease. His jaw clenches. A small laugh spills from your lips, “Tom, could you give us a bit of privacy?”

Silence follows after the door shuts closed. You cross the room to stand inches before him, raising a hand to caress his cheek. The other rests on the coat in his arms. His ragged breathing is music to your ears. 

“You were great tonight.”

“I aim to entertain,” you rub your thumb over his cheekbone, “Thank you.”

He clears his throat, voice growing low, “That was a pretty mean stunt you pulled out there.”

“Not a fan of the limelight, Javier?”

“No, not particularly.” 

A coy smile creeps on your face when he leans in closer, lips parting in an attempt to catch yours. You slyly dodge Javi's mouth, and it connects with the crook of your neck instead. In his frustration, he bites down hard. A satisfied mewl escapes you.

“You’re driving me insane,” he huffs against your clavicle.

“What can I say?” he pulls away to look at you with wild eyes, “I like to play with my food, Javier.”

Chest heaving, Javi throws the damn coat onto the plush velvet chaise behind you. His strong, calloused hands are at your waist, feeling the curves of your body and pulling you closer towards him. You giggled in delight at his touch and your hands flew to clutch the back of his neck, fingers entangling themselves in his hair. You squeal when he goes to grab your ass, hoisting you up and wrapping your legs around his torso. He makes his way over to your vanity, and with a sweep of his right hand, he pushes off the contents of the table to the floor. Javi sits you up against the mirror, and takes your face in his hands.

“Let me kiss you, mi amor.”

Your body swells with warmth. You didn’t plan on kissing him, but the way his accent echoed in your ears made you dizzy. Your hands drop to the opening in his button up, and you pull him in, lips crashing together. He shudders against you, tongue swiping across your bottom lip. You let Javi in with fervor, huffing against his lips. Your fingers work their way down his torso, unbuttoning his shirt. They come back to his shoulders, desperately pushing his leather jacket off his shoulders. Javi’s hands leave your face and shrug off both his garments onto the floor. Your face flushes with heat at the sight of his bare chest. He pushes himself closer between your legs, and traces his right hand towards your inner thigh. His other hand pulls the bow at your waist and your robe spills open revealing your naked body.

Javi groans at the sight before him, and his hand palms at your breast.

“Fuck, you’re stunning.”

“Take a picture. Lasts longer.”

“I intend to do way more than that, cariño.”

Your heart flutters when he pulls your vanity chair in front of you and takes a seat. He spreads your legs out wide, hooking one of them over his shoulder. You hold your breath as he kisses along the inside of your thigh. Two fingers come up to your dripping pussy, massaging against the folds and spreading them open. His fucking tongue traces against your opening and you nearly cry at how good it feels. Javi drinks in every part of you as you squirm under his mouth like any parched man would in this desert. He moves his lips upward to suck gently on your clit, and inserts two fingers into you. 

“Javi!” you croon, “Javi, baby, it feels so good.”

“Yeah? Sing it for me, sweetheart. I love hearing your voice.”

You gasp when his digits curl inside you. You wrap your hand in his hair, and pull him back up to face you. He’s still pumping into you when he stands from the chair, and your leg falls back onto the table. Trouble flickers across your face as you reach down and grip his wrist. You pull his fingers out of you and take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue and tasting your cunt on his tips. 

“Shit, baby,” Javi grunts and uses his free hand to pull you flush against his hips. You moan at the feeling of his cock through his jeans. He presses his forehead against yours and removes his fingers from your hot mouth. Your deft hands fly to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. You claw at the waistband of his boxers, dipping your soft hands below to palm his thick cock.

Javi’s eyes shut at the contact, cursing under his breath when you wrap your fingers around the tip and squeeze.

“I knew I was gonna fuck you the minute I saw you,” You shift under him to whisper in his ear, “I’m so glad you don’t disappoint.”

“How?” Javi is barely holding it together, head spinning as you slowly stroke his shaft, “You couldn’t even see my face in the lounge.”

“No, I couldn’t. But I saw you in the lobby,” you push down his underwear and his cock springs out, “It was just my luck you came to see me.”

You pull him into another searing kiss, dick still in hand. His heart races as you rub him along your wet entrance. He leans forward and his arms pin themselves beside your head against the vanity mirror. He thrusts his length fully inside you, and the sound you make is ungodly. Your tight cunt is so warm and tight and he begins to move faster. The slapping of his torso against the back of your thighs reverberates around your dressing room, and your vanity table shakes with every push into you. Anything remaining on your table shifted and fell to the floor with the rest of Javi’s clothes. 

He pulls his hands away from your mirror, and he presses them into your shoulders for stability. His lips move from yours and attack your neck, sucking at the supple skin below your jawline.

You let out a strangled mewl, but chide “Not on my neck, lover. I’ve got a show tomorrow.”

Javi nearly whines in frustration and pushes you backwards, forcing you to arch your chest into him. He kisses along your sternum instead, sucking down hard and marking you with a purple hickey between your breasts. The sight riles him up further, and he plows into you faster.

“Fuck, Javier, I’m gonna cum!” 

“Look at me, mi amor. I wanna see you,” he tilts your chin upwards with his finger.

A wave of pleasure washes over you and your lips are chanting his name as you ride your orgasm. Javi has his own shortly after you, cum spilling into you and leaking around the sides of his dick. He pulls out of you and leans against the table, arms flexing next to your legs.You sit up and kiss the corner of his mouth. Pushing yourself off your vanity, you push past him and bend over your chaise lounge, shuffling through your forgotten coat. You turn back to Javier leaning against the armrest and you light one of your slim cigs. You take your first drag and pull it from your lips, offering it to him as you exhale. When he goes to take it from your fingers, however, you abruptly tug at his arm, throwing him onto your chaise. 

His bewilderment made you chuckle, “What are you doing there, sweetheart?”

Your mischievous smile returns as you twist the cig in your fingers, 

“Hold onto this for me, Javier.”

You stick the filter into the corner of his mouth as you straddle his legs, and you peel off your robe to reveal all of yourself to him.

“I hope you’ve enjoyed your stay,” you coo as you lick your lips “but I don’t think I’m quite done singing for the night.”

You were no songbird. You were a siren. A succubus. Like everything else in Las Vegas, you would take and take and take and leave nothing but dry bones and dust in your wake.

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a/n: disclaimer: las vegas is actually lame as fuck. 

but i hope u liked the very basic history lesson i peppered in there anyway haha. fun fact: the lawyers for all those mobsters actually became mayor at some point. 

the song mentioned in this fic is wondrous place by billy fury! 

the title is totally ripped from fear and loathing in las vegas! because we love references.

idk if there’s gonna b another part for this?? mayb if y’all rly want it i have a few ideas but after this i want to focus back on to migraine. lmk if u like it!! bc it was actually fun just writing about a place i know. hope you all enjoyed!

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[caloymalonzo]

Spaghetti and Meatballs at Amare Restaurante in Royce Hotel & Casino, Clark Field Pampanga.

[princessgracekelly1956]

Daily Mirror - April 14, 1956

THE MONTE CARLO RALLY - LATEST PICTURES

The guests are ‘in the know’ at Grace and favour residence

From NOEL WHITCOMB, Monte Carlo, Friday

IF only someone had made a movie of this first Day of Grace in the Kingdom of Kelly - Friday the Thirteenth - it would be the laughter riot of the year.

The official departments of Monaco - harassed beyond belief by unending questions in every conceivable language - have collapsed into straws-in-the-hair chaos.

Royal

The Kelly entourage - pals of the Philadelphia builder and his film star daughter - have all gone royal as if to the manner born.

You can practically see coronets growing out of their heads.

Squads of visiting ex royalty and half-forgotten European nobility, on the other hand, have taken this golden opportunity to make a fast buck.

The Hotel de Paris, taken over for wedding guests, has become what you might call a grace-and-favour residence - the residents know Grace and they can do you a favour (at a price).

So many of the party have been fixing up private contracts with American columnists that Papa Kelly has asked them officially not to tell any stories about what is happening until forty-eight hours after it has happened.

Monocled princes and lorgnetted princesses, from strange-sounding places that haven't appeared on any map for years, are, however, not moved by Kelly's plea.

They are hopefully hawking round inaccurate  information and wild, crazy rumours for ready cash - or willing to tell improbable anecdotes about the Czar of Russia for the price of a bottle of champagne.

As a glass of beer now costs fifteen bob here, this is a pricey way of finding out what happened forty years ago.

The whole place has the flavour of an Ivor Novello musical produced by the Crazy Gang - and both the scenery and the cast are perfect for it.

Almost the only people today who have kept reasonably calm in all this pantomime are Her Future Serene Highness Princess Grace and His Equally Serene Highness Prince Rainier.

They went to the zoo.

Colourful

After visiting the zoo, Grace and Rainier came back to watch the Changing of the Guard outside the palace.

This was a colourful performance, with the guard dressed in white spats, gloves, Foreign Legion pants and light blue police-men's helmets decked with red and white feathers.

They arrived to a fanfare on a bugle.

But before they arrived they had been pretty busy. Because there are hardly enough soldiers in the Monaco Army to make a Drury Lane chorus.

So they are nearly all tradesmen with other official jobs. And one of these jobs is to look after the royally patronised dogs' and cats' home.

Gamblers

At this place the cats and dogs all have double mattresses and air conditioning - It’s the Ritz of the animal world.

They have mostly been left behind by gamblers who have lost their all in the Casino.

I was told this by Mrs. Kathleen Hale, a rich American, who founded and finances the home.

She said: "More people than you would think still lose fortunes here."

They come in Rolls Royces and end up penniless.

"So they run away and - because they cannot afford to pay their hotel bills - leave everything behind, including their pets.

“We look after the animals that have been lost at roulette.”

This afternoon Grace and her prince and all the Kellys went off to the villa at nearby Eze of the Princess Antoinette, Prince Rainier’s sister.

Mrs. Davis, Grace’s sister, left for this visit wearing light blue shorts, with her husband in a floral beach shirt.

As this is the far-famed sunny South of France, most of the newly-arrived Americans leap immediately into tropical wear and beach clothes.

The locals, who are seldom seen out these days without an overcoat and scarf, look on with thoughtful eyes.