#Rolls Royce Dawn

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2016 Rolls-Royce Dawn racing at Sebring International Raceway in Forza Motorsport 7.

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2022 Rolls-Royce Dawn

[carsthatnevermadeitetc]

Rolls-Royce Silver Dawn Fastback Coupé, 1951, by Pininfarina. The Camargue wasn't the first post-war Rolls designed in Turin, this Silver Dawn Fastback Coupé was a one-off built at Pininfarina's Corso Trapani factory in Turin.

[sorrysomethingwentwrong]

'RLoLss Royce'

"Why be classy when you can be a complete (and) utter bastard ?"

Courtesy of Al Yasid

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Rolls-Royce Dawn

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Rolls Royce Silver Shadow II at Cassandra's Motorsports Open House (2023) in Pewaukee, WI.

[italiancarssince1946]

1952 Ghia Rolls Royce Silver Dawn

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[englishcarssince1946]

1949 Rolls-Royce Silver Dawn

My tumblr-blogs: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/germancarssince1946 & https://www.tumblr.com/blog/frenchcarssince1946 & https://www.tumblr.com/blog/englishcarssince1946

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Rolls Royce Silver Dawn

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Mafia!Simon x Bartender!Reader

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“So? You coming or not?” Simon asks and takes a small sip of his whiskey. 

“To a ball? You know I'm not one for that kind of stuff!” you respond and throw a wet rag on the counter and start rubbing the stains off the black marble. 

“I'm asking you to come with me... as my date... and it won’t be that long. I promise. We’ll get out of there whenever you want.” he mentions, eyeing you from the edge of the glass that meets his lips once again. 

“Fine! But I can’t promise to be good company. I have no idea what to do in that kind of setting!” you say with a light chuckle. 

“You’re always the perfect company, love. And don’t worry about it. Just stay by my side and look pretty... as you always do.” he mutters the last part, but your sharp hearing doesn’t miss it. 

You smile and look over at him, noticing the slightly flustered look written on his face which makes your smile even wider, “Thank you.” you murmur as quietly with a bashful smile and of course he catches that. 

“Wait! When even is this ball?” you ask, remembering that he never mentioned it. 

“Tonight!” he replies, “What?! I can’t get ready ‘till then! Simon, what the hell?! I don’t even have a proper dress!” you say in an agitated tone, a shocked expression etched on your face. 

He only chuckles and places his credit card on the counter, “Go buy yourself a dress. I'll pick you up at 7.” he says nonchalantly and leaves. 

‘bloody fuckin’ hell’ you grumble under your breath and let out a frustrated sigh, deciding to close up early to go get ready for the ball. 

And it slowly starts to dawn on you. He has literally asked you on a date! Why would he if he didn’t like you? 

And soon, the familiar butterflies return dancing in your belly and you look around the bar to make sure no one is there before letting out a loud squeal like a school girl! 

----- 

He picks you up at 7 sharp in a black Rolls Royce. 

His breath hitches in his throat the moment you walk out the door in your beautiful dress, all dolled up and pretty... not that you weren’t before... you’re always beautiful in his eyes. 

“You look beautiful, dove.” he mentions before kissing your forehead, “You’re not too bad yourself! You clean up nice, Mr. Riley!” you say with your gorgeous smile while lightly touching the collar of his suit. 

‘you’re gonna be the death of me!’ he thinks to himself as he gazes into your beautiful eyes, the very eyes that have stolen his heart. 

“Shall we?” you ask and he gestures to the driver to open the door for you. 

Most of the drive there is silent... but a comfortable, peaceful silence. It's never awkward with him. You've always liked spending time together in silence, just enjoying each other’s presence.

----- 

You arrive at your destination, the fancy ballroom and all the pretentious people smiling and laughing together, acting as if they’re friends when in reality, they will stab each other in the back without hesitation if the opportunity arises. 

But you manage to keep a joyous and warm facade as you mingle with the other guests and the night goes fairly smoothly. 

Apart from the nosey people asking if you two are in a relationship only for you to deny and say you’re only good friends much to your own dismay in order not to embarrass him or make him uncomfortable. 

But what you don’t notice is the disappointed look on his face every time you mention that you’re nothing but friends. 

But there is something you do notice. You spot the familiar figure in the distant corner of the room. A man you have seen at the bar on a few occasions. 

Who is he? Is he following you? 

There's a slight churn in your stomach at the mere thought of it and you tell Simon that you’re not feeling well. 

He places a hand on the small of your back and guides you to the car to take you home as soon as you mention it to him.

-----

“Simon?!" you call out nervously as you see a vehicle approaching in the rear-view mirror when you're halfway from your home.

"I think someone is following us!” you say, but it’s too late as you hear shots firing and then... nothing.

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A Union of Ice and Stone | Cregan Stark x oc!Arryn

A/N: hi, I’m impulsive and constantly have new fic ideas — this probably won’t start for another few weeks while I focus on BBAF but will be taking place in the same verse as my Benjicot fic (masterlist) during the Dance of Dragons.

PROLOGUE IS HERE

Synopsis: As the war between Targaryen kin looms, the young Lord of Winterfell, Cregan Stark, marches in favour of rightful heir, Queen Rhaenyra, gathering men for his army. His path leads him to the foot of House Arryn’s door and the Lady Lysara Arryn.

Content Warning(s): adult language, mentions of blood, violence, and war; era related sexism and gender based harassment/discrimination, sexual content.

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“Can you think of anyone who might wish ill on House Arryn?” He asked, his Northern accent short and clipped as he spoke, gray eyes focused on the lady Arryn whose eyes shifted in thought, staring down at the table in front of them, separating the Stark from the two women.

“Plenty, I imagine.” Jeyne said, glancing towards her younger cousin, who stood behind her right shoulder with her hands folded in front of her, quiet and watching her. Lysara witnessed as a thought dawned on her cousin, her expression changing as her head turned to look to Cregan, “However, I might…there is a Royce boy.”

Lysara finally tore her gaze from her cousin, dread pitting in her stomach like lead at the mention of the Royce boy, knowing already who she referred to. She had warned him several times to be more cautious in being seen whenever they’d met at the borders — insisted they meet half-way between her land and his, as a means to prevent this very scenario. Jeyne, while not a dictator, was still a woman of her word and of duty — she herself had warned him directly after he was caught one particular night, sneaking around in the shrubs just beyond its Keep. She had given him chance after chance, words laced with a condescending edge to her words as she spoke to him while guards pinned him by his arms between them. She could still picture the arrogant smile on his face as he was knelt in front of Jeyne.

“What of the Royce boy?”

Lysara wanted to plead with her not to answer or give him a name — plead with her to drop the subject and dismiss the idea, because she knew him. She knew him better than she knew herself, and knew he did not possess a single malicious bone in his body, therefore he couldn’t be responsible for this plot. That he set into motion an attack on House Arryn — he couldn’t do that to her. “Gareth Royce— the bastard of the late Lord.” Jeyne suddenly replied.

Lysara clenched her teeth, sucking in a deep breath and exhaling through her nose as she fought the urge to cringe at the name. She knew Jeyne was aware of what she was doing to her, “He’s been caught sneaking around the grounds before— he was caught with a group of his men some days ago, trying to overthrow some of my own men on their way back with some supplies.” She explained. “He proposed marriage to my cousin Moons before that, he did not take kindly to my rejection and has hung around since. Foolish I suppose.”

She could feel his gaze shift to her, pinning her to her spot as Jeyne spoke, unwilling to meet his as she focused on her breathing and slowing her heart rate down. When she finally found the courage to lift her gaze, she did in fact find him staring at her, his expression that usual stoic one she knew him for, “And what does your business with House Royce have to do with me?” He asked.

His gaze left her, releasing her from her spot as she rolled her shoulders, her eyes turning to scan the guards that stood around the room, the conversation between her cousin and the Lord of Winterfell becoming background sound she half-tuned out, “I have my men, you have yours. We each have our strengths and means.” Jeyne explained, her tone suggesting that she had a proposition — attempting to entice him, “I cannot send my own men. I need them here to oversee the safety of our house especially as Criston Cole and his men march and take one house after another. I must stay here.” She explained.

There was a silence, Cregan’s gaze fixed on her cousin as she paused, Jeyne’s mouth twitching, “I ask that you bring the traitor to me— as a favor of good faith.” She finally requested, trying to soften the blow of her words.

His eyes narrowed at the pair of women, his hands planting on the table as he leaned forward, “You would have me slay a traitor on your behalf, like some dog you would beck and call?” He asked, his voice low — Lysara sensed the dangerous warning in his tone, his anger boiling beneath the surface that he suppressed. His gaze put her on edge, fighting the urge to grab her cousin and apologize in her favor.

“No.” Jeyne answered. “A deal can be struck, I am not short of wealth and resources.” She reminded him.

His jaw clenched, visible from his place on the opposite of the table as he pondered her words. He thought for a few moments, his jaw relaxing as he stood upright, seeming to know what he wanted next from her, but wanting to test her, “and what might you have that is so special, I could not find anywhere else?”

“Anything,” she replied. “Whatever. Wealth, trade, whatever it is you desire.”

He nodded again, a glint in his eye. His mouth opened, lips parting but hesitating to speak, “Your cousin, Lysara Arryn.” He stated, the two women frowning in response as they processed his words. “Wed her to me. I will make an honorable husband, I can protect her. As well as your house— I will give you the manpower you need should Cole’s army or the Royce men return.” He explained.

Lysara looked to her cousin, who seemed to hesitate in response of his request. It comforted her to know that she hesitated, assuming she would deny his request as she eyed him, not so eager to pawn her off that easily—

“Fine.”

She almost gasped, stepping towards her instinctively, her hands releasing themselves, “My men will march within the hour, then.” Cregan stated.