Summary: Madeline Langely has been a valued employee at WWE for almost a decade. She started as an assistant for Stephanie McMahon. With hard work and loyalty to Stephanie, she began to climb the corporate ladder. She has won over Vince and Hunter being trusted with contract signings and scouting. Her first major contract without any assistance from the McMahons comes with the name of, AJ Styles. Having never met the man before she’s not sure what she’s in for. At the end of the meeting, she will realize in full why AJ Styles is labeled, The Phenomenal One, but not in the way you expect.
Notes: This is a fic I have been thinking about for well over a month. It’s something new to me. I’ve done research here and there to accurately depict the situations presented. Also, @unabashedwwesmut is a contributor. We are parenting this fic to life together. I hope you all enjoy what is to come!!
An aimless teenager on the outer edges of Brooklyn struggles to escape his bleak home life and navigate questions of self-identity, as he balances his time between his delinquent friends, a potential new girlfriend, and older men he meets online.
Directed by: Eliza Hittman
Starring: Harris Dickinson, Madeline Weinstein, Kate Hodge, Eric Potempa, Anton Selyaninov, Frank Hakaj, Nicole Flyus, David Ivanov, Harrison Sheehan, Neal Huff
Hi @moonlight91! It’s me, your Santa! I had so much fun with your prompt, and I really hope you’ll like your gift. Since it’s very long (over 19k words) I’m only putting the first paragraphs here on tumblr, and instead of the “read more” there’s the Ao3 link. Is that okay?
After two days of failed negotiations, all the royals gathered around the table knew that screams were bound to start sooner rather than later every morning. What nobody had expected was that, today, it would be Princess Belle of Avonlea to give start to them.
“I don’t see the reason behind your rage, Princess; my offer was legitimate and, I believe, favorable to us both,” King Gaston replied, leaning over the table with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Belle scoffed, and out of the corner of her eye she could see Mulan, her personal guard, putting her hand on her sword’s handle. Not that Mulan had needed to pull her sword out so far, but people tended to respect Belle more when her friend was around looking threatening.
“Do you want a reason, Your Majesty?” she asked him. “Here’s three. First: ever since I wrote you my first letter, you’ve shown me nothing but disrespect. You ignored all my missives pleading for peace, and you’ve been diminishing me and my opinions from the moment we set foot in this castle. Even your poor attempts at complimenting my beauty are disrespectful. If your courtship were honest and proper, you would have bothered to listen to me at least once over the past few days, and you would have realized that I do not enjoy your presence. Yet, instead of taking my no as an answer and accepting my rejection, you’ve kept bothering me, to the point of embarrassing us both on more than one occasion. Second: your men were pillaging my villages and killing my people until a few days ago. Third: I highly doubt that putting myself in the hands of a man who shows so little care for his and my subjects alike is going to help either of our people. So, I’m sorry, but I’m afraid I can’t accept your marriage proposal.”
Fourth, Belle thought, you’re the one who sent an assassin after my father, causing him injuries he may not recover from. But she couldn’t prove that, so she kept that reason to herself.