#already planning william to be a diamond

[afro-hispwriter]

The Diamond Queen

Soldier Boy/Ben x f!supe!reader

Summary- you loved Soldier Boy, but he almost killed your brother which made you erase him completely from your life… until he pops back up

Warning- A LOT OF DIALOGUE, ooc ben(slighty), mentions of 9/11

wc- 1.5k+

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"I think I know who can help us find this weapon." Says Annie and everyone turns to her. 

"Who?" Asks MM.

"Diamond Queen." 

"Noir's twin sister?" Butcher asks and takes a step forward while squinting his eyes. "Nobody's heard from her since 9/11 when she redirected the plane that was intended to hit the Pentagon." 

"Yeah, she is a national hero for that b-but im sorry what does she have to do with Soldier Boy? I mean Noir is her brother and all so she had to have met him at some point but I don't see how she could help." Says Hughie. 

"She can help us because she was Soldier Boy's fiancé."  Maeve's voice pierces through the air and they all look at her. 

"What about Crimson Countess?" Asks Frenchie. 

"All an act by Vought, just like when me and Homelander were together," Maeve responds. 

"This is huge why are we just finding out about this?" Hughie asks in complete shock. MM sighs and cracks his knuckles. 

"Because. Don't think the world or really Vought wanted to see the Golden Son with a black woman, even if she is a supe." 

"Vought doesn't mess with her, they give her what she wants and leave her alone, in turn, she won't mind control all of them and tell them to jump off a building." Maeve finishes and Kimiko taps Frenchies shoulder and signs,

Who's Diamond Queen?

"Oh yes. Uh her name is Y/n L/n, her skin turns to Diamonds so it makes makes her impenetrable. But when she isn't diamonds her skin is like Translucents. Her telepathy is dangerous, it's even rumored that she could control every mind in New York and make them do her bidding. As for her telekinesis, it's strong enough to stop a crashing plane coming at full speed." Frenchie whispers to Kimiko and she takes in every word.

They knew they needed the weapon that killed Soldier Boy but they were underpowered and getting desperate. So they all collectively agreed that Diamond Girl was their best chance.

"Now let's go pay the telepath a visit?" 

-

You sensed a large group of people the second they stepped foot on your property. You had a nice house on your own property, a courtesy from Vought

Three were normal, two were supes, and one who you couldn't get a grip of what you were sensing. Their thoughts were loud.

What if she's dead?

What if she doesn't even want to hear us out and makes us slit our throats for even asking? It wouldn't be the first time.

What if she wasn't engaged to Soldier Boy? 

The mention of your old lover made you drop the dish you were washing. There was no way they could know about that. You felt like you couldn't move like you were trapped in your mind. You were brought out of it due to the loud banging on your door. You wiped your hands on your pants and shakily walked to the door. 

You opened the door and the man you instantly knew as William Butcher appeared. 

"William Butcher." You looked at him and them behind him. "Hugh Campbell. Marvin Milk. Starlight. I've seen you all on TV but I don't know your names." You pointed at the man and the Asian girl, with the slightest twitch of your eye. You smiled. "Serge, or Frenchie, and you are Kimiko." 

"Fascinating." Says Frenchie and crosses his arms. 

"What do you want?" You ask and swallow, already knowing the answer. 

"We need your help," Hughie says and you bit your inner cheek. 

"You don't need me." You say and start to close the door but Butcher stops it

"We have a plan to take down Homelander." At the mention of the man's name, your breath hitches. 

"Nobody can kill Homelander." 

"That's the same thing they said about your fiancé's love." You froze and your jaw slacked. 

"H-How did y-you-." 

"I know a lot do things, just like I know that you know your lover didn't just die from a nuclear bomb." You glare at the Australian before opening the door and walking away. They took the invitation to come in and all piled in your house. You sat down and looked at the kitchen and swirled your fingers. Everyone watched a tray lift and cups move out of the cupboard. From there the refrigerator opened and a water filter came out and started filling up the cups.

"Why do you want from me?" 

"We need you to work your magic and get us to Russia." Says Butcher and a small tray with a teakettle a cup and an assortment of teas floated towards him.

"What's in Russia?" There was a deep breath that came from Annie.

"The weapon that killed Soldier Boy."

"I can find minds, not weapons." The tray of cups of water set itself on the coffee table and everyone grabbed one, besides Butcher. 

"We need your mind magic and get us to Russia." MM chimes in.

"How?"

"There is a woman who I have a history with. Bad history. She can get us a plane to Russia but she is proving to be a bit difficult." Frenchie responds.

"What's in it for me?" 

"Justice for your former future hubby." You let out a loud scoff before chuckling, confusing everyone there. 

"You think I want justice for that son of a bitch after what he did?" They all looked at each other not knowing what to think. "I'll do this to help you kill Homelander, me and Noir talk so I know what he does. But not for Soldier Boy."

"Well just as long as it gets done, I don't care who you're doing it for." 

-

You got 'Little Nina' to arrange a plane for 'The Boys' as they have been calling themselves. 

You kept this deal away from your brother, making sure that he wouldn't find out about Butcher or the others being at your house. 

After Noir's 'accident' and he lost his ability to talk. You had built a connection between the two of you so you could communicate wherever you were(as long as both of you were in an acceptable range) and whenever. 

Quite literal Twin Telepathy. 

You watched The Boys begin to board the plane. You had to make sure everything went smoothly with Little Nina's men. But just as you were about to leave, Hughie stopped you.

"Hey Diamond Queen, can I ask you a personal question?"

"Oh, Hughie please don't call me that, that name and life is behind me. And no you may not but I know you are regardless." 

"Oh sorry. Well, I just wanted to know what Soldier Boy did to you that made you hate him so much?" You crossed your arms and swallowed. 

"He did something unforgivable and after he disappeared, sure I was sad but it opened my eyes to see how much of a dick he really was. Good luck to you all." 

-

You haven't heard anything from any of The Boys since they left and it's already been a couple of days. You couldn't deny that getting brought back to anything Ben-related gave you memories. The good and the bad. 

You had almost nothing left from Ben from your time together. Just a small box of pictures and tickets from events you had gone to together. Anything else that was his was given to The Legend, including your engagement ring. 

Queenie, your Sphinx cat jumped onto the couch with you and crawled onto your lap. She purred and stretched, digging her nails into your thigh. You brought your hand behind her ears and started to scratch them, letting her blue eyes slowly close. 

"Ben would've hated you." You said with a smile. 

-

You're not sure how you missed someone walking onto your property. The knocking on your door startled you. You sent Queenie to her hiding spot and walked up to the door and peeked through the peephole. 

It was just Hughie and Butcher. You let out a sigh of relief and opened the door.

"Hey, what's-."

"Hey, beautiful." The voice that interrupted you made you freeze. You slowly turned your head to the man and your jaw tightened. 

“Ben?” Hughie and Butcher stepped back as Ben stepped forward. You looked up at him and your eyes started going glossy. “How are you here?” 

“Those guys.” Ben pointed over to the two men who were off to the side. “I thought about you every day. I was worried you were gone after all this time and holy hell baby you’re still as beautiful as the day I lost you.” Ben’s hands found themselves on your face and his thumbs wiped away your tears. You let out a shuddering breath and your hands found themselves on his chest.

Ben started to lean in but he felt his body get launched back. He went through the porch railings and tumbled through the grass until he hit a tree.

“WHAT THE FUCK.” 

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A/n- omg everyone I actually WROTE AND FINISHED SOMETHING😭

#soldier boy x reader #soldier boy x female reader #soldier boy x you #ben x reader #the boys

[coolaboutlucy]

𝙚𝙡 𝙦𝙪𝙚 𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨𝙜𝙖, 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙣𝙖 | 𝙚. 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙢𝙨

pairing: ex-jailbird!ellie williams x ex-jailbird!afab!reader

tags: angsty, ellie is an asshole, between past and present (indicated with dates), ellie has issues, pet names (baby), description of violence, mild language, drug use, one use of y/n (i had to im SAWREE!!), idk what trope this is, but it’s certainly something, good ending, but i HATE it ugh, lowk wanna make an alt ending, but i might not. 🤷🏽‍♀️

a/n: the word ‘jailbird’ being used in this context is lowk cringey but who cares? ive been on a roll lately!!! (i still have reqs to finish) ellie fic speed run r smth idk. tbf, this is the longest fic ive written in a while. i considered making this like a series or something but i never finish those so.. ig this is like a rlly big fat oneshot??? idk.

p.s: for my pookie @sweetysaccharine who also got a sneak peek hehe. 🤭🤭

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 | 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟽𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷

you stand infront of a burning car on a hill in the middle of the desert at nighttime. you and ellie had just stolen $20 thousand worth of diamonds at some high end store in the city where only the most wealthy of people live, and now you were destroying the evidence, burning your costumes and leaving the diamonds out for the coyotes. “ellie, i won’t wanna do this anymore.” she looks at you through the blazing fire with a slightly raised eyebrow. “do.. what?” she asks as she pushes her hands into her pockets. “commit crimes. i want to have a normal life. im tired of this. you’re always making me do crazy shit.” you explain, exaggerating a bit with your hands. “were felons, baby. there is no normal for us. you chose this life. but sure. let’s say hypothetically, you get this ‘normal life’. where will you work? at a grocery store?” “i don’t know.” “exactly. that’s the beauty of it all. we don’t know what comes next. we don’t know if the police will come after us again, do we?” “well.. no—“ “exactly. go out and buy some more fruit.” she begins walking off, leaving the burning car behind. “we don’t need anything else, ive already got what we need.” you say as you begin walking off into the opposite direction. sand crunches underneath your feet as you walk off, hood over your head and the nights cool wind brushing against the bits of exposed skin on your body.

𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗, 𝚃𝚇 | 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽 what were the odds of two felons who hate each others guts working together after escaping together? highly unlikely. but it was your reality. let’s start from the beginning, shall we? ellie had gotten.. waaay too many years to even count. she was charged with identity theft, armed assault, two counts of homicide, and possession of illegal firearms. what were you charged with? accessory to a robbery, armed robbery and you’d also had a few DUI’s. was how many years you’d gotten even mattered now? it didn’t. you were free. and freedom smelled great. but sometimes? freedom sucks. ellie was crazy. she was batshit crazy. she was the one who helped you escape prison. she knows a lot of people. like, a scary amount of people. lawyers, drug dealers, private doctors, the whole nine yards. how’d you escape? simple.

“the other girls are gonna start a riot. cause i told em to. you’re gonna sneak into the break room. there’s a window a few inches up from the floor. break the window and—“ she explained, making sure to keep her voice down. you were a bit wary of her little ‘plan’. “wait, won’t that set the alarm off?” you ask with a raised eyebrow. “lemme ask you a question. whats more worth it — freedom or a goddamn alarm?” “.. im guessing you want me to say freedom?” she nods, then patting your shoulder approvingly. “back to what i was saying, after you’ve broken the window, there’s someone waiting for you on the other side. the security cameras should be busted by then. ill follow you.” her confidence in her plans certainly amazed you. “don’t screw this up.” “i won’t.” “good. now.. why don’t you go read a book?” she suggested before walking off. she was strange, like really strange. sometimes ellie tended to say things that didn’t really make any sense. it was also a rumour that ellie had hallucinations. she’d just sit up in the middle of the night and talk to.. nobody, or she’d stare into the mirror talking to seemingly nobody. was that maybe why she’d been so crazy? because she was fighting her own demons? you didn’t know. the riot began. you heard them in the lunch room banging their trays against the metal tables, yelling at the prison guards and attacking some. you run away into the break room. there were metal bars against the windows. “how the hell am i gonna remove this?” you mumble to yourself as you look around. you search under tables like a madwoman, even searching the pockets of the coats suspended from the metal coat rack.

you heard angels sing once you find a toolbox hidden away underneath a bench. you look at the screws. you needed a flat looking screwdriver. you search the toolbox for one that loosely resembles the screws and you hurry to the window with a chair. standing on the chair, you quickly unscrew the screws and you pull the bars from the window. with the metal bars in hand, you smash the window, all the little glass pieces flying everywhere as the prison alarms go off simultaneously. you look back at the door to the break room. ellie would come, she valued her freedom more than anything in this world.

and with all the uncertainty in your body, you followed through. you jumped down into the parking lot while the alarms ring all throughout the prison. there had been someone else on the other side. a woman with curly hair and tan skin, driving some beat up blue honda. she was pretty. “cmon, hurry and get in. we’re gonna floor it as soon as ellie gets here.” she said, relatively calm as if she’d done this before. you hop into the backseat of her car anxiously. your leg shakes and you bite your nails. looking around at the security cameras, you found that they were, in fact not busted. “that goddamn liar!” she exclaimed as you hit your hands against your thighs. “you’re an idiot for trusting her. ellie never holds her word. she said she’d pay me back a year ago. she owes me $14,000 that she still won’t pay back.” the woman says as she looks at you through the mirror above her. you didn’t trust her. nobody did. but she was a good convincing person and an even better liar. while you were sitting in the back of the car, you recalled all the times she’d attempted to kill you. she gave you concussions, she stabbed you with makeshift knives, she got her minions to beat you half to death. what had you done in retaliation? well, you stabbed her, hung her from a bathroom stall with your sheets, wounded her badly and proceeded to shoot air into the major vein until her heart almost exploded out of her chest. the two have you had gone tit for tat for a while. but is it really an appropriate time to reminisce on old memories? not at all.

the sound of her shoes hitting the ground caught your attention. you look over and see her running towards the car, hopping in her front seat and slamming the door shut. “cmon, drive dina! step on it!” she demanded as she hits her hands against the dashboard. the woman, dina, steps on the gas. the gates of the prison had been closing slowly, leaving just enough room for the car to slither out. ellie cheers to herself. why was she cheering? ellie suddenly turns to you. “we have to get out of texas. dina here is gonna take us halfway to.. somewhere. ive already arranged a place for us to stay. if you screw up? ill strangle you with the hem of your shirt.” her tone falters between the lines of something serious and something a little playful. what was this? why were you doing this with her? you’d been royally screwed now if you weren’t before.

𝙰𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗, 𝚃𝚇 | 𝙼𝚊𝚢 𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟽

you drove for hours on end while ellie sat in the front, blabbering about seemingly nothing. she sat in the front, smoking weed and changing the radio station until she settled on some sorta rock station. “ellie, do you realize how much you owe to me?” dina asks seriously as she takes the two of you through some sort of desert. “mm.. how much?” “14k. you owe me big time, ellie.” ellie laughs. she turns to you, whites of her eyes turning a light red colour. “can you believe her? me? owing her 14k? that’s insane.” she sat there laughing to herself. dinas iron clad grip on the steering wheel told you what you needed to know. she was fed up with ellies shit.

dina stops the car abruptly on the side of the sandy road. she turns to ellie with a face full of fury. “yknow, ive offered you enough. i said you can pay in installments. you didn’t pay. i gave you time. you still won’t pay. now im being complicit in your fucking prison break!” dina exclaimed. ellies laughing almost instantly stopped as dina raised her voice. “you don’t seem to understand how this works. i don’t owe anyone anything. the way ive paid you back was giving you a good fuck like you asked.” “ellie, i was as high as a kite when i said that! jesus christ, you really don’t listen do you?” you don’t intervene even though ellie is looking for you to do so. something you learned was to never fight battles that weren’t yours. this was between them.

they argued. a lot. going back and forth while ellie took super long drags of the joint between her fingers. dinas car reeks of the smell of weed. ellie wouldn’t take anything seriously until dina raises her hand to smack the daylights out of her. a ringing sound resonates throughout ellies ears as she looks at dina in shock. “why the fuck would you slap me?” “i.. i don’t know.” dina was shocked and you were equally as shocked. ellie opens the car door and she gets out. “get out the car.” she says to you, opening your door. “what, but we’re in the middle of the—“ “get out the fucking car!” ellie yells. you get out. “thanks for nothing. don’t call me again when your boyfriend can’t make you cum!” ellie yells at dina, flipping her off before grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you off into the sunset. you look back at dina and you see her with a look of shock on her face. as if now she regrets what she’d done.

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 | 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷 after that day, dina hadn’t come around anymore. maybe because she was under investigation for helping you and ellie escape prison. you and ellie lived in a rv and it was pretty peaceful. she chilled on trying to kill you for a while. you sat outside in a beach chair, looking at the sunrise with a cup of tea.

she joins you, sitting in the chair right next to yours. she was smoking a cigarette. “i wanna do something with you. before that ‘normal life’ you want.” she said as she looked at you. “one last heist.” she exhales the smoke, the smell of tobacco entering your nose. “a heist? ellie, you know we can’t do that anymore. the police have our photos.. and fingerprints.” “they’ve had our photos and prints since 2017, baby.” those goddamn pet names that rolled off of her tongue made you a little weak in the knees. you hated her but you couldn’t hate her voice. “ellie, this isn’t a good idea. we need to think about this. the last time you tried to pull off a heist, you almost got arrested.” you tried to be the voice of reason in this ‘relationship’ (or lack therefore of.) “i hate doing this, ellie. i want a normal life. i wanna go home.” your voice was sad. “and what happens if you go back home? your parents will be happy to see you, naturally. someone could betray you. your mother, your brother. anyone.” her words hang in the air as she looks at you. she puts her cigarette out in the makeshift ashtray that sat on a small wooden table. “what do i always tell you?” you thought about it for a moment. ellie had lots of weird sayings. so you take a guess. “hate is the worlds strongest motivator?” she nods her head. “and what else?” “the person who doesn’t risk, cannot win? but quick question— what does that have to do with anything?” she gets up and she stands in front of you. she squats down to your eye level.

“you’re either one of two things in life. a fox or a rabbit. the fox will hunt the rabbit and won’t back down till it gets what it wants. the rabbit will run for its life so the fox doesn’t let the fox get it. who would you wanna be in life?” ellie had a strange way of looking at life. maybe when you’ve been locked up for so long, attempted to escape so many times and had some mental issues, your outlook on life changes drastically. her analogies always made you wonder how she’d even been able to look at life this way. when you don’t answer her question, she answers for you. “a fox. you wanna be a fox. right now? you’re being a rabbit. tighten the fuck up.” her hands give your thighs a few slaps as she spoke. they were a bit hard but not hard enough to leave marks. after your little talk, she goes back into the rv.

you’re sat there with a racing mind and a swell of emotions. the once warm tea had gone cold. whatever she’d been planning to do on this heist must’ve boosted her head up enough to the point where she could go around, telling people to tighten the fuck up. you resented her heavily. ellie wasn’t a hard person to hate. well, maybe a better word is loathe. she was a terrible person with no moral compass. she didn’t care about anyone else but herself. and maybe she’d been going through things on her own, but she had multiple options to get help. she lived knowing that she’d survive, and only would be at the top of the food chain. as if.

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 | 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟾𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷

ellie still wanted your help. she tried everything to convince you. a share of her earnings. a 60/40 share (you having 60%, leaving the other 40% to her.) but you don’t budge. she needed to think, her brain wasn’t functioning well at finding a different approach. maybe she could just let you go with that ‘normal life’ you’ve always wanted. but this wasn’t something she could just easily do alone. it was much bigger than that. and she also couldn’t threaten you cause then you’d definitely run away. ellie couldn’t remember the last time she’d been kind to someone. she’d been met with a harsh response to anything she’d ever done in life, so she projected her issues onto other people. maybe it wasn’t the best coping mechanism, but she felt like she had nothing to lose.

she approaches you slowly. “we should talk.” she mumbled. “about.. what?” you ask. “the heist.” “ellie, no—“ “just hear me out please.” she takes a breath before she starts talking. “i swear we won’t get caught. and if we do miraculously, ill take the blame. you can say i kidnapped you or something.” “why are you do adamant about doing this? do you even have a reason?” ellie slowly shakes her head. she sits next to you. her hands fall in her lap as she twiddled with her fingers. “yknow, i don’t really know. i just get these urges to do these things that don’t really make sense.” her tone was genuine, but you werent sure. ellie had a tendency to guilt trip you into doing things that you really didn’t wanna do all because you were the only person she had left and nobody else would do this for her. of course you knew what she was going through, albeit you didn’t understand on a personal level as she had because she was living with this everyday.

you saw all her pill bottles — some SSRI’s, something for her hallucinations, and some other stuff with scratched off labels. “ellie, i really hope you’re not trying to guilt trip me into doing this heist with you.” a part of you was fed up with her shit, just like dina had been. but another part of you wanted to be there for her (even though she didn’t open up), and you also like liked her a little. not too much. “of course this isn’t me guilt tripping you. in fact, you don’t even have to worry about it.” she turns to you and she smiles. it felt weird seeing her smile. with all that serotonin she got from the SSRI’s, she didn’t really ever smile. you didn’t put too much thought into it. you just hoped she wouldn’t do anything impulsive.

𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 | 𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚎 𝟷𝟿𝚝𝚑, 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟷

ellie was up early the next morning. it was six something. she was pacing around outside while she was biting her nails. she was nervous or anxious about something. sometimes you wished you you’d be in ellies brain when she was being like this or being way too brief with her explanations when there was clearly something up with her.

what was she thinking about now? well, you. she was thinking about you. how long you’d put up with her, how long you’d live. stuff like that. there’s only one certainty in life — death. everyone inevitably dies one day even though they may not wanna. ellie planned on dying on her own terms. something else ellie thinks about often was her life before all this. she couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen her dad. she missed him. she also missed dina. ellie had dated a few people in the past, some girl named cat and dina. they didn’t end up really working out together because of ellies impulsive nature, but they stayed friends until.. the incident when dina slapped ellie.

in her own way, ellie wanted her old life back as did you. she wanted to wake up to the smell of joels coffee and dinas sleeping form in her bed, all that pretty curly hair sprawled over her pillow. but she knew what she was doing when she made this decision. she knew what she was doing when she decided to steal the identity of some rich lawyer so she could withdrawal all their money for herself. she knew what she was doing when she’d went to that very same lawyers office with an unregistered pistol, robbing them and leaving them with practically nothing. this couldn’t have happened coincidentally. she wanted her old brain back. the one that didn’t have violent and impulsive thoughts. the one that didn’t keep replaying her heinous crimes.

“you’re a mess.” ellie looks up. she sees herself wearing her prison uniform. her hair was much longer then (she’d cut most of it off.) “don’t tell me that. you’re a mess too.” she says to herself. “you want this heist so bad, then do it yourself. it’s nothing you can’t handle.” the split image of ellie was pushing her hands into her pockets and looking at the trees around her. “what’s stopping you?” “you know the answer to that question.” “i don’t. tell me ellie, what’s stopping you?” “y/n.”

as she says that, she hears your footfall behind her. she looks back at you and then back to where the other copy of herself had been. the other ellie was gone. you approach her slowly. “who were you talking to?” you ask, offering her a glass of orange juice that you’d made. “nobody. and uh, the heist.. it’s off.” she muttered as she takes a sip of the orange juice, quenching a thirst she didn’t know she had. “oh, well, that’s good.” you nod in approval. “im sorry.” ellie said it loud enough for your ears only. “i fucked up big time. i know i did. im sorry for putting you through this. im so sorry.” ellie almost never apologized for anything. your face flashes with multiple emotions at once, not sure which one you should feel right now. “it’s.. okay. it’s gonna take me some time to forgive you, but id like to try.” ellie turns to you once you finish speaking and she gives you a firm pat on the shoulder before heading towards the rv.

you felt yourself smiling a bit. you always knew she could do it. you just had to wait for her.

#wlfabby #tlou #the last of us #the last of us two #the last of us part two #ellie williams #ellie x reader #ellie x you #ellie williams x female!reader #ellie williams x afab!reader #tlou x reader #reader insert

[lovelyleclercs]

My Biggest Gift is You- GR63

George Russell x Fem!Reader

-> George finally decides he's ready to spend the rest of his life with you.

word count: 1244

warnings: incredibly cheesy, mentions of sex, not proof read

A/N: this is by far the cheesiest thing I've ever written.

3 years. 1095 days. 26280 hours. 1576800 minutes. 94608000 seconds. That’s how long you have spent by George Russell’s side. 

3 years. 1095 days. 26280 hours. 1576800 minutes. 94608000 seconds. That’s how long you have spent by George Russell’s side. 

You had met George in November of 2019 when you visited the Williams garage with your father who happened to be good friends with George’s father. 

From the moment you meant George, you had been completely starstruck. His eyes were the first part of him you fell in love with- afterall, who wouldn’t love his ocean blue eyes. 

After spending the entire day with him, following him around the paddock and the hospitality sweet as he tried to explain the sport he lived and breathed to you, you very quickly realized that you had caught feelings for him. Some would call it love at first sight, and maybe it was. 

It wasn’t until after George was done with all of the postseason testing that he had finally asked you out on a date. 

You had expected the date to be a one time thing- surely the feelings you had for him weren’t reciprocated- so when he had asked you to be his girlfriend as he was dropping you off at home, it had caught you by surprise. Of course, you had agreed, and the rest has been history ever since. 

George had planned a surprise date to celebrate your three year anniversary, which you hated because you desperately wanted to know where you were going and what you were doing, but George wouldn’t give in and spoil the surprise. 

You had dressed up in jeans and a nice blouse- it was far too cold to wear a dress since it was mid-December in london. George had given you a set of diamond earrings earlier that morning and asked you to wear them out tonight, so you put them in as quickly as possible before making your way down the stairs of the house you shared. “George! I’m ready!! Where are y- mom?”

“Oh, hello darling! Pretend like I'm not here, I’m just dropping off some leftovers for you and George for tomorrow!”

You laughed a little and gave her a quick hug. “Thanks mom, I would stay and chat but I'm already 5 minutes late for our date so I have to find george. Have you seen him?” 

Your mother laughed and nodded, pointing out the back door. “He went out that way, something about needing to check to see if the roof of the shed is still standing after the snow storm two days ago”

You laughed a little and put your shoes on before walking out the back door. You had expected to see George standing on the deck trying to see the top of the shed, instead, you saw a trail of lit candles, leading their way to the shed. 

George was a hopeless romantic, always finding ways to make each date more romantic and memorable than the last. An intimate night at home just the two of you would be absolutely impossible to beat. 

You followed the trail of candles and knocked gently on the shed door once you approached it. “George? Am i all good to come inside?”

“Yes, of course darling. Come in!”

You opened the door and smiled, looking around at how beautifully decorated the shed was. There was a small table for two sat in the middle of the small shed, lit candles placed on the middle of the table while the best plates and silverware the two of you owned were set out, waiting to be used. 

White Christmas lights were draped from the top of the ceiling, hanging down slightly, but not low enough to hit your head on as you walked over to George. “I hate to break it to you, honey, but I think this date will be hard to beat,” you said with a smile before wrapping your arms around his neck and giving him a slow, gentle kiss.

George smiled into the kiss, allowing his hands to rest on your waist. “Never underestimate the power of my date planning abilities, darling. I’m sure I could top it”

You laughed and rolled your eyes before giving him one last kiss. “You’ve got a big ego, mr. russell.”

“Mr. Russell? You usually only call me that when you want sex, Mrs. Russell” he said with a smirk.

You laughed and buried your face into his shoulder, trying to hide the fact that you were blushing. On the few rare occasions George called you Mrs. Russell, it always sent butterflies straight to your stomach and turned your cheeks the brightest shade of red. The idea of one day becoming George’s wife made you smile. “It is our anniversary, I’d be shocked if the night didn’t end in bed with our clothes on the floor, honey.’

George laughed and grabbed your hands in his, rubbing the backs of them with his thumbs as he looked into your eyes. “You’re beautiful, darling. Not only in your looks, but your personality… I don’t know how I got so lucky to have a partner who matches me so perfectly…”

You smiled and squeezed his hands tightly. “That’s so sweet, honey. I could say the exact same thing about you, ya know.”

George smiled and kissed your forehead before looking into your eyes once more. “We’ve spent the past three years getting to know one another, loving each other, and growing together. These past three years have by far been the best of my life. I’ve never been happier, and I have you to thank for that. You are the root of my happiness, the reason why bad races are a lot easier now than they ever were before, the reason why I look forward to coming home, when I used to dread leaving whatever country I was in for whatever race I was driving in. I am the best version of myself because of you. You have taught me how to love stronger, work harder, and be happier, and for that I am so grateful. You complete me, y/n.”

You smiled up at him, tears in your eyes as you listened to him say such wonderful things about you and your relationship. “George….”

George had tears in his eyes at that point. He squeezed your hands tightly before letting go of one and reaching into his pocket, pulling out a small, black, velvet box and getting down onto one knee. Your free hand covered your mouth, almost as if you couldn’t believe what was happening. You had practically dreamed of this moment for years. 

“Y/n, you’re it for me. There is nobody else in this lifetime I would ever want to do life with. I want to get married to you, have children with you, grow old with you.. I want everything in life to happen with you. Will you marry me?” he asked, opening the box to show off the ring that had been hidden under the lid. 

You covered your face with both of your hands and nodded as your tears ran down your face at a rapid pace. “Yes… of course I will, George…”

George smiled and took the ring out of the box before slipping it onto your left ring finger, pulling you into a tight hug after he did so. “I love you, y/n. So much.”

You hugged him back, your face buried into his shoulder. “I love you too, George. I can’t wait to spend forever with you…”

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[skippyv20]

My POW is that The Prince and Princess of Wales are doubling their succession plan efforts as crown heirs nowadays. My POW is that King Charles is happy to pass on the throne once his heir is ready. What else does he need to accomplish more? We know that his world is Camilla. He gets to be a King already, even for a short time. Remaining at Clarence House after becoming a King, is an indication that he is an old soul. He has a fair share of diamonds and glittered life for decades. I understand why he doesn’t want to shame his second son. He is a father, after all. Remember, even the ever-dutiful late Queen Elizabeth also struggled to separate being a monarch and a mother. Despite the backlash, she chose her son, although with restrictions and sanctions. King Charles is letting Prince William rein in the wayward Prince Harry ( Note, only him not even the wife. If she was a treat, what’s left of her career could have been decaying by now. She is nothing worth anybody’s time. But, out of respect for Harry, they tolerate her… for now). For those who said King Charles is lame and weak? What an insult to the late Queen Elizabeth, Prince Philip, and the Queen Mother. Remember, King Charles was the crown prince for decades. These legends have been behind his education all those years. So, yeah, l wanna sit back ‘coz I’m waiting for Omid, Harry, and Meghan’s endgame when the crown prince is ready.

Thank you!  Great post❤️

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[dailyanarchistposts]

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[lledron]

Louis James Moriarty / Albert James Moriarty , Part 2

Part 1, here: https://lledron.tumblr.com/post/718787539505430528/louis-james-moriarty-x-albert-james-moriarty

What pets do they have? Albert wanted to keep Charles, so he shares custody with Mycroft. "Who's cute and beautiful?" said Albert, petting the pigeon and handing it pieces of freshly baked bread. "Albert, you're making her too fat…" said Louis, taking the pieces of bread away from the poor bird. "He's just hungry. "He has to maintain a healthy life in order to fly and do…whatever it is that pigeons do…Promise me that you will feed him conscientiously and that you will talk to Director Holmes about a good feeding plan" said Louis. "I promise," said Albert. His fingers were trembling. He desperately wanted a drink, but this was his third day without touching alcohol. He could have. He could.

Wedding (Including a Modern AU Who's proposing? Well, technically they were married, Albert thought. They lived in the same house, shared a Netflix account and paid for it jointly. But legally they were brothers, even if they hadn't seen these people in years. Louis was on her chest, stroking her nipple. And before his other head thought he'd better go for a second round, Albert spoke up: "Will you marry me?" The blond raised his head, looking beautiful and confused. "Are you kidding?" he inquired. "No" she explained and pulled out the ring, hidden behind the headboard of the bed. "Louis James Moriarty, will you marry me?" he said and held up the simple gold ring.No blood covered diamonds for them. "Yes," Louis replied, smiling. "But what are we going to do if…?" "Don't worry about that, I already have a plan" Albert said and wrapped him in a hug. The world could burn for all he cared.

Who really enjoyed the planning? They both did! "Louis, why don't you sit Sherlock and Will at the, you know, married table?" "They're newlyweds. We have a list, Albert, your list…" "You know Moneypenny and Bond tried that once and it didn't work, right? Why do you want to put them together at the singles table?" "All right, you win, we'll send out an invitation with a plus one." "Confirmation from the bodyguards came in as well. If they see that hideous thing* or my parents they have orders to call the police."

Would your wedding be small or grand? It would be intimate, because I think in this AU Albert was still working for the Queen of England's secret service. Arrangements of roses, lilies and daffodils. Albert and Louis would have fits in case something goes wrong during the wedding. If Albert's parents walk in, if the judge decides not to marry them… Fortunately, all went well, but Moran stopped a crazy ex of Louis' who had bypassed security and was going to say "I object because they are brothers, he introduced him to me as his older brother and told me not to worry". Helena, William and Sherlock's daughter, was the flower girl and Fred was the ring bearer.

Which guest was happier to see them get married? William cried tears of joy as his brothers kissed in front of the judge. Sherlock hugged him from behind and held out a handkerchief. *Albert calls his brother "the thing".

¿Qué mascotas tienen? Albert quería quedarse con Charles, así que comparte la custodia con Mycroft. "¿Quién es lindo y hermoso?", dijo Albert, acariciando a la paloma y dándole trozos de pan recién horneado. "Albert, la estás engordando demasiado…" dijo Louis, quitándole los trozos de pan a la pobre ave. "Sólo tiene hambre. "Tiene que mantener una vida sana para poder volar y hacer… lo que sea que hagan las palomas… Prométeme que lo alimentarás a conciencia y que hablarás con el director Holmes sobre un buen plan de alimentación" dijo Louis. "Lo prometo", dijo Albert. Le temblaban los dedos. Deseaba desesperadamente un trago, pero era su tercer día sin tocar el alcohol. Podría haberlo hecho. Podría.

Boda (incluye un AU moderno) ¿Quién se declara? Bueno, técnicamente estaban casados, pensó Albert. Vivían en la misma casa, compartían una cuenta de Netflix y la pagaban conjuntamente. Pero legalmente eran hermanos, aunque llevaran años sin verse. Louis estaba sobre su pecho, acariciándole el pezón. Y antes de que su otra cabeza pensara que era mejor ir a por una segunda ronda, Albert habló: "¿Quieres casarte conmigo?" El rubio levantó la cabeza, hermoso y confuso. "¿Estás de broma?", inquirió. "No", explicó y sacó el anillo, oculto tras el cabecero de la cama. "Louis James Moriarty, ¿quieres casarte conmigo?" dijo y levantó el sencillo anillo de oro.Nada de diamantes cubiertos de sangre para ellos. "Sí", respondió Louis, sonriendo. "¿Pero qué vamos a hacer si…?". "No te preocupes por eso, ya tengo un plan" dijo Albert y lo envolvió en un abrazo. Por él, el mundo podía arder.

¿A quién le gustaba planear? A los dos. "Louis, ¿por qué no sientas a Sherlock y Will en la, ya sabes, mesa de los casados?". "Son recién casados. Tenemos una lista, Albert, tu lista…" "Sabes que Moneypenny y Bond lo intentaron una vez y no funcionó, ¿verdad? ¿Por qué quieres ponerlos juntos en la mesa de solteros?" "De acuerdo, tú ganas, enviaremos una invitación con un acompañante." "También llegó la confirmación de los guardaespaldas. Si ven esa cosa horrible* o a mis padres tienen órdenes de llamar a la policía."

¿Su boda sería pequeña o grandiosa? Sería íntima, porque creo que en esta UA Albert aún trabajaba para el servicio secreto de la Reina de Inglaterra. Arreglos de rosas, lirios y narcisos. Albert y Louis tendrían ajustes en caso de que algo saliera mal durante la boda. Si los padres de Albert entran, si el juez decide no casarlos… Afortunadamente, todo salió bien, pero Moran detuvo a una ex loca de Louis que se había saltado la seguridad e iba a decir "me opongo porque son hermanos, me lo presentó como su hermano mayor y me dijo que no me preocupara". Helena, la hija de William y Sherlock, fue la niña de las flores y Fred el portador de los anillos.

¿Qué invitado se alegró más de que se casaran? William lloró de alegría cuando sus hermanos se besaron delante del juez. Sherlock le abrazó por detrás.

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[reddthekingg]

oh woopsy did I post the first chapter of a byler fic inspired by the head cannons of @meredithwasntavailable 's byler wedding head cannons???

couldn't be me...

Chapter One: Proposal 

‘’Steve, I’m not sure anymore. Maybe it’s a bad idea after all-’’ 

‘’William Byers. Stop worrying, this is a good idea. Now, let us go pick out a ring!’’ 

Will Byers and Mike Wheeler had been dating since they were 15 and had been in love ever since. Years together and a few bumps along the way has made their bond stronger than ever. The two of them spent all their time with one another and shared every secret. Except one, of course. 

It was summertime in Hawkins, where the two boys had both grown up in and bought a house in, and Steve and Will were together at a jeweller in town. It was a classy place, generally for upper-class folks, but Mike had a stable job and Will was working as a teacher at the high school, so they had a good amount of money saved. He was planning to propose, or he was terrified and blurted it out and Steve managed to convince him it was a good idea, and he was just paranoid.   They’d been out all day, talking it over and making sure it was exactly what he wanted. It was, Will was completely and utterly in love with Mike. Lately it was becoming more obvious his feelings were growing. He knew he loved him, but it felt like more than that. Will wanted to spend the rest of his life with Mike, every single second till the day they die. 

‘’So, what kind of stone are we looking for?’’ Steve said, snapping Will out of his trance. 

‘’Oh! I’m thinking... a blue stone? His favourite colour is blue and... he looks really beauti- I MEAN GOOD in blue!’’ His cheeks went scarlet. Will loved talking about how amazing his lover was, but he still got flustered. 

Steve just chuckled. ‘’It’s adorable seeing my little nuggets in love! I knew you two would tie the knot one day.’’ Will’s cheeks darkened and he just laughed more. ‘’I think blue would work. It’s definitely his colour.’’ 

The door rang as they walked in, and a shop attendant quickly rushed up to them.  

‘’Hello! What are you looking for today?’’ They said in a chirpy voice. 

Steve was just as chirpy back. ‘’Hey, we’re in for engagement rings. Do you know where we could find them?’’ 

It was lovely seeing the two of them being kind individuals. It made Will’s good mood shine brighter, covering all the anxiety.  

‘’They’re just over here, I’ll show you through the house.’’ 

It was bright inside, the light reflected of the all the glass surfaces covering the jewellery. The floors were a plush carpeting adorned with ornate gold flowers and the walls were brown and striped.  There were display cases chalk full of colourful rings and shiny necklaces. The place was fairly empty, so it wasn’t too overwhelming. It’s not like many people had reason to be here, anyway.  

‘’Here we are! What ring size is your partner?’’ When asking this question, they turn to Steve, as if he’s the one proposing. Of course, Steve sees this as the perfect opportunity to embarrass his little nugget, Will. Throwing his arm around him, he played a sombre expression. 

‘’Oh, no, you’re mistaken! For, it is not me getting married, as you can see,’’ he holds his ring finger out towards them, ‘’I am already married. Now, it is my wonderful William who is getting married. To a one, Michael Wheeler, I’ll let you know.’’ 

Will went bright red, silently cringing at his ludicrous comments. Grabbing every scrap of confidence he had left in his body, he gave the attendant an awkward smile.  

‘’S-sorry. Yeah, it’s me getting married. His ring size is a ten, do you have any blue stones in that size, by chance?’’ He asked nervously.  

They gave a warm smile to Will, calming his nerves. ‘’Yes, we have just that. Right here.’’ Pointing to the closest case, he saw brightly coloured rings ranging in colour from red to violet, his eyes flitting towards the blue. They had thick bands, thin bands, brandished with small diamonds along with a large sapphire and ones with gleaming aquamarine stones. But something caught his eye. 

‘’Here they are. Just call me over when you find what you’re looking for, sir.’’  

They began to turn away when Will spoke up. ‘’Actually, I think I’ve found the one for me. How much is this one, over here?’’ 

It was perfect. An oval blue lace agate stone with an ornate lace bordering the gem, the box was a black velvet case with a buttercup yellow interior. It fit perfect in his hand, and a good size for his pocket. Now, he just needed to find out when to propose.  Will and Mike were taking their daily stroll through Hawkins, hand in hand. It was their eighth anniversary. Eight years together, and every kiss still felt like their first. 

They planned to have a picnic and sit and watch the sunset together near Lovers’ Lake, but Will had a something else in mind for the rest of their night. 

With the crunchy autumn leaves beneath them, their feet led them towards a familiar place; the swing set where they first met. The sun had fully set, so the stars were dotting the sky, shining light on the two lovers. Their hands intertwined, with the moon glaring down on them, Will knew it was time. 

‘’Been a while, hasn’t it? This place is the exact same as it was all those years ago. Even down to...’’ Mike traced his fingers against the W+M carved into the pole, ‘’...this. I can’t believe this is still here.’’ 

He laughed. A real, genuine laugh, the laughs only he could draw out of him. ‘’I know! We were, what, 16? Our first year together. That was so, so long ago. I mean, we’re 23 now and eight years down the road. Carving that still feels like yesterday.’’ Will felt an arm creep round his shoulder and rosy cheeks coming into his view. Mike’s face filled his vision, and it was very welcome.  

Moving on their own accord, his hands snaked up to cup his boyfriends face. Smiling warmly, the two of them leaned together and shared a kiss. It was exactly like their first kiss, even sharing the same location. It was tender and sweet, warming them on a chilly night.  Mike moved his hands and placed them on top of his. 

When they broke apart their eyes locked. Mike’s smile could heat up a room with the warmth it gave. In this moment, everything felt right. He knew that this was it, he was going to propose. With his lover's eyes glistening in moonlight and the weight of a ring box in his back pocket, Will took a deep breath. 

‘’Mike, I love you, so, so much, and I have forever.’’ He fumbled with his words, palms beginning to sweat. ‘’A-and lately it’s felt like more than that! Like- Like I want to spend the r-rest of my life with you. So... well, here goes nothing.’’ 

Getting down on one knee, Will pulled out the velvet box from his pocket and opened it up, revealing the gleaming stone. Avoiding Mike’s gaze and swallowing his anxiety, his spoke in a shaky voice.  

‘’I want to spend the rest of my life you and I can’t imagine my future without you in it, so, Michael Wheeler, will you marry me?’’ 

Silence. Stunned silence. 

Mike eyes immediately welled up with tears and he started sobbing.  

‘’Oh shit- I'm so sorry- Just forget I said anything, it’s fi-’’ Will started before two arms were thrown around him, forcing him into a crushing hug. His eyes began to well up with tears, too, and soon they were both sobbing into each other's shoulders. 

‘’Will, you adorable idiot, yes! Yes, yes, one MILLION times yes! I love you so much.’’ He spoke in staggered gasps, trying to breath as well as gush. When he pulled his arms away, the brightest smile plagued his face. The two of them were breathless, happy, and wet from tears. The taller one pulled the shorter into a bruising kiss before he slipped the ring onto his finger. 

‘’It’s blue! You remember my favourite colour, because of course you did. It’s... It’s perfect, Will. This is perfect. You’re perfect.’’ 

Will giggled, wiping the tears from his eyes. ‘’I’m glad you like it. I picked it out all on my own, Steve didn’t even help, he just embarrassed me.’’ 

‘’Rightfully so.’’ Mike’s gaze shifted from the ring to his lover’s, now fiancé's, eyes. ‘’I love you.’’ 

Throwing his arms around him and placing his head on the crook of his neck, Will replied, ‘’I love you, too.’’ 

(more to come!! check my ao3 account for other fanfics <3)

#byler #byler nation #gay #fanfiction #will byers #mike wheeler #stranger things #proposal #byler brainrot #byler fanfic #will x mike #blue meets yellow in the west

[andrewmoocow]

Two Sides of the Same Gem chapter 2: We are the Crystal Regime (originally posted on February 6, 2023)

AN: Last time on Two Sides of the Same Gem, Jasper and White Topaz journeyed to another universe where absolutely nothing is like what they're used to. Steven rules the Earth and Black Rutile of all characters leads the resistance against him. What sort of events could've led to a world this upside down? What can our heroes do to stop this menace before he makes plans to conquer their universe? And where's our Black Rutile in all this? Tune in and find out!

Cast:

Kimberly Brooks as Jasper, Overcooked Jasper

Lauren Ash as White Topaz, Rebel White Topaz

Noël Wells as Black Rutile, Rebel Black Rutile

Zach Callison as Lord Steven Universe

Estelle as Toxic Garnet

Michaela Dietz as Sadist Amethyst

Deedee Magno-Hall as Sycophant Pearl

Jennifer Paz as Psycho Lapis, Rebel Zuli

Shelby Rabara as Nihilist Peridot

Della Saba as Aquamarine, Rebel Aquamarine

Charlyne Yi as Eyeball, Rebel Eyeball

Christine Pedi as Holly Blue Agate, Rebel Holly Blue

Casey Lee Williams as Cat's Eye, Rebel Cat's Eye

Jinkx Monsoon as Rebel Emerald

Kari Wahlgren as Rebel Pyrope

Melissa Fahn as Rebel Demantoid

Hayley Kiyoko as Rebel Morganite

Grace Rolek as Rebel Connie

Tom Scharpling as Slave Greg

--

"I'm sorry. Could you please repeat that for us?" Jasper asked, astonished at what she had just heard from her and White Topaz's mystery savior. As if discovering an alternate reality where Steven was an evil dictator was crazy enough, in came what they assumed to be a reformed Black Rutile that just saved them from a pair of police drones.

"I am Black Rutile, leader of the Lucent Gems resistance force against the forces of the Crystal Regime." Black Rutile introduced herself again. "Is something the matter? Do you need your hearing checked? Of course, that might not be possible since we naturally don't have ears."

"Wait for a second; I think I know where we are!" White Topaz declared in realization. "We're in a mirror universe!"

"A mirror what now?" Jasper asked, even more confused than she already was.

"A mirror universe, it's something you see in tons of sci-fi stuff." White Topaz explained the concept. "Basically, it's a universe where everything we know is wrong. Black is white, up is down, short is long, good is evil, and vice versa. And at least one person has to have an immaculately groomed beard to signify they're an evil version of someone we know."

"Doesn't seem like you two are from around here." The alternate Black Rutile pondered the two Gems. "That would explain why Topaz is much more talkative and Jasper is way bigger than usual."

"What do you mean?" White Topaz wondered.

"I shall explain later." The rebel Black Rutile replied. "But time is short; more police drones will likely show up soon!" She then wrapped herself in her cape and spun around before disappearing from sight. "Follow me!" However, neither Jasper nor White Topaz knew where Black Rutile had gone, until she appeared above them on a rooftop. "Maybe it'll be easier if I led you to our base."

--

Meanwhile, the prime universe Black Rutile wasn't faring as well as her enemies had. The moment she and the Rutile Rebels were ejected from the portal, they were confused for members of some rebellion and thrown in prison. There, she was greeted with the revelation that this was a world where the Crystal Gems had enslaved humanity after killing the Diamonds. While Black Rutile was elated to find a version of the Gems that were as cruel as she believed the ones from her universe were, she was not pleased with being branded as a criminal and a rebel in their eyes. And it was about to get worse from there.

"Black Rutile Facet-1E3F Cut-7WQ, at last we have you in our clutches." Peridot coldly announced as she, Lapis Lazuli, and Jasper strolled towards the cell where Black Rutile was being held.

As she expected, the three Gems were strikingly different from the ones she usually antagonized. Peridot still had her limb enhancers and wore an eternally cold, borderline emotionless expression. Jasper was incredibly skinny and frail, with a nervous expression on her face, indicating that she was defective, and her self-esteem suffered greatly for it. Meanwhile, Lapis's hair was incredibly messy, and Black Rutile even noticed some bloodstains on her body, even on that psychotic grin she wore to differentiate her from her partner. "We shall make this quick. But then again, it'll probably matter as much as everything else how long you have until you are executed, which is never."

"So spill it, shrimp; what's with the shades?!" Lapis exclaimed with a toothy, bloodthirsty smile. "What's your secret?"

"My secret is that this is all a big misunderstanding! I don't come here as an enemy; I want to come as an ally!" Black Rutile urged her interrogators. "I actually come here from another universe where the Crystal Gems pride themselves on peace and love when all they've done is discriminate against anyone who doesn't like them, like me, for example!"

"A likely story, rebel." Peridot robotically proclaimed. "We have seen through many of your lies before, and this is no different."

"Guys, maybe we should try listening to her." The skinny Jasper meekly suggested.

"SHUT UP, JASPER!" Peridot and Lapis yelled in Jasper's face.

"Wait!" a raspy female voice cried out from the next cell over. Stepping forward, its occupant revealed herself as a much older version of Connie Maheswaran, one who was a bit more muscular with an arm missing and a few scars over her eyes. "Let her talk, Regime scum."

"Wait, Macklemore-Swanson, you too?!" Black Rutile gasped in shock at the familiar-looking woman next to her. "What happened? What is this place?! Is this the alternate universe I was looking for?"

"You say you're from an alternate universe?" Peridot said with a voice that screamed absolute nihilism.

"Don't fall for it, geek; she may be using another one of her mind tricks." Lapis suggested while playing some mind games on Peridot to prove her point.

"And you claim that your world has its own Crystal Gems?" Peridot ignored Lapis's urging.

"Unfortunately." Black Rutile replied. "What's the deal with your versions?"

"You said your Crystal Gems promoted peace and love, huh?" Connie asked. "Well, the ones ruling this joint aren't that much different, just way more brutal." With that, she began to tell a story.

--

This is but one of the legends of which the people speak. Legends of how a long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away, the Gem Homeworld was ruled by the four Diamonds. The perfectionist White, volatile Yellow, morose Blue, and their youngest known as Pink. Much like the world that Black Rutile knows, Pink was belittled for her inexperience and bratty behavior and was given the Earth as her first colony to get her off the other Diamonds' backs. However, the planet happened to be inhabited by organic life, and Pink Diamond grew attached to its inhabitants. But that was when everything changed.

Unlike the main Pink Diamond, who saw humanity as creatures to be protected, the Pink Diamond of this world wondered why the Diamonds wanted these creatures exterminated when they could make even better soldiers than collateral damage. Despite her pleas, the other Diamonds refused, ordering Pink to get back to work or they would take away her precious colony. Enraged at this betrayal, Pink decided to fake her death and took on the identity of a Rose Quartz to overthrow the Gem empire and rule the entire universe. From there, she began building a grand army.

A Bismuth who preferred tinkering with weapons of mass destruction for her own selfish gain.

A Pearl who wanted everything in the universe and asked for nothing but loyalty.

And a fusion, not born out of love or even lust for power, but because her components hated each other so much, yet, they seemed perfect together at the same time.

Together, these four Gems became the leaders of what Rose called the Crystal Regime. This totalitarian empire sought to dispose of the tyrannical Diamonds and claim their military might in the name of what Rose believed to be peace and love. Thousands of Gems all gathered under Rose's leadership and iron will with only one manifesto guiding them. "Fight for control of the entire universe. Enslave all human beings, except the ones who will resist. Believe in love that only you can control. And give everything for your supreme leader!"

The ensuing war fought between Rose's regime, and the Diamonds' authority was a long and brutal one. Gems and humans alike were slaughtered by the hundreds for thousands of years, to the point where the Diamonds elected to completely destroy the planet in one final attack to get the Regime out of their collective hairs.

Unfortunately, the three monarchs never got the chance to do such an act as, thanks to their Pearls serving as inside men that Rose's Pearl strong-armed into spying for the Regime, Rose led a final assault on Homeworld to stop the Diamonds in their tracks, ending the war once and for all by shattering them all with a Gem-killing superweapon developed by Bismuth. To add further insult to injury, Rose revealed her true identity as Pink Diamond to White Diamond before ending her life and promptly taking command of the entire Gem empire.

From there, the Crystal Regime enjoyed a long and prosperous reign over Earth as the seat of their new empire. However, their rulership wasn't without its problems. A certain Rutile took issue with the oppression enforced by the Crystal Regime and formed her own resistance to free the Earth from their iron grip. She even successfully killed Bismuth in battle, forcing the Regime to replace her with an Amethyst who emerged as the perfect soldier despite her sadistic tendencies. And then there was the day that Pink Diamond believed that her time might be coming to an end, so to prevent the end of her legacy, the Gems kidnapped a runaway human slave calling himself Mr. Universe to help them produce an heir to Pink's throne.

--

Just mere minutes ago, Pink had given up her physical form to give life to a healthy baby boy bearing her gem. As his father Greg warmly held his newborn son in his arms, Pearl coldly stood and watched this touching scene with malicious intent.

"Peridot, any updates on the baby?" Pearl asked as she turned to Peridot.

"The infant seems to be in stable condition for someone with a rather unique anatomy." Peridot analyzed the baby's vitals. "Due to the procreation between the human and our late ruler, he now possesses Pink's gem where his navel should be. No doubt, he will possess our supreme leader's abilities as well once he reaches puberty."

"Perfect." Pearl grinned evilly while brandishing her spear. "And what of the father?"

"Unfortunately, he seems to be of no use to us anymore." Peridot continued droning. "He refuses to act like a good slave and insists on treating others with kindness."

"SAY WHAT?!" Pearl roared angrily. "Have we not treated our subjects with kindness for the past thousands of years?! Very well, I shall see to his dismissal myself!" With that, Pearl stormed off to have a word with Greg in private. "And be sure to make preparations for disposing of the body."

Meanwhile, Greg was spending his first moments with his newborn son, ensuring that it would be a special time for his newborn bundle of joy. "Hm, now what should I name you?" Greg asked. "How about Clark? Nah, sounds a little too geeky. Maybe Bruce or Zach? Ooh, I got it! How does Steven sound?" The baby giggled a little, indicating to Greg that he liked the name. "You like that, little guy? You wanna be called Steven?"

"Good day, Gregory." Pearl hissed as she entered the hospital room. "If you are done spending time with the baby, then allow me to take him into my capable hands."

"Oh, already?" Greg asked. "Well, you're going to let me have him back eventually? After all, I am his dad now."

"I am sorry, Gregory, but we believe you have fulfilled your purpose as the one to sire Pink's heir." Pearl said without a shred of sympathy before taking the baby Steven out of Greg's hands and handing him to a nursing drone to be taken away. "Which means it's time for you to be let go."

"Wait, purpose?" Greg asked. "You mean all this time I was just nothing more than a baby machine for you guys?! But that's horrible; your empire is horrible!" He then came to a realization, one that would ultimately be the last he would ever make. "YOU'RE HORRIBLE! You're all a bunch of irredeemable monsters!"

"Oh my, I wonder what took you so long?" Pearl asked dryly before brandishing her spear and stabbing Greg on the spot, killing him in a heartbeat and dropping his dead body on the floor. When Peridot arrived, she discovered Pearl standing over the recently killed human with blood covering her spear. "Hello, Peridot."

"We have decided to cremate the human." Peridot announced emotionlessly before looking down at the new corpse below the two Gems. "I see you've already handled the first part of it."

"Good, get rid of the body as quick as possible." Pearl commanded as a few more drones carried Greg's body away. "I don't want this human filth in front of me any longer."

Soon after, Steven was raised by the Crystal Regime to follow in his deceased mother's footsteps and become what she believed to be a fair and just ruler. However, if this Steven existed in the prime world, he would perhaps be called an even bigger fascist than the Diamonds. Everything that the regular Steven was, a tenderhearted and optimistic boy who wore his feelings on his sleeve and wanted to help anyone he could, this Steven wasn't. This Steven was a brutal dictator who wanted nothing more from everyone than to be worshipped as a benevolent god and genuinely believed himself to be a good person despite his tyranny. Needless to say, Black Rutile would love this guy. However, he still had a lot to live up to as the leader of the Crystal Regime.

--

Meanwhile, deep within the woods outside Beach City, the rebellious counterpart of Black Rutile led Jasper and White Topaz through the forest while keeping an eye out on any Crystal Regime soldiers that could possibly find them. "My friends, what I am about to show you are my rebellion's secret lair, kept hidden away from the eyes of the Regime for many years using state-of-the-art technology to make sure it stays a secret!"

"Well, what kind of technology do you use?" White Topaz asked. "I mean, you got a Demantoid around to help you with any machine-related stuff?"

"It's a secret to everyone." Black Rutile answered with a cheeky wink as they neared what seemed to be an alternate reality version of the cave in the woods that Black Rutile turned into her lair after her first defeat. She then knocked on the hidden door leading to the cave. "Guys, it's me; your grandiloquent leader has returned with guests!"

"Are you sure?" what White Topaz assumed to be her own voice on the other side. "How do we know you're not a spy?"

"Well, who else can do this?" Black Rutile asked while wiggling her fingers at the door. White Topaz seemed to have bought it and opened the door, revealing a White Topaz seeming much different from the one Jasper fell in love with. Her face had a permeant scowl on it as she got a look at her counterpart and sneered.

"Hi, I'm you from another universe!" White Topaz eagerly greeted her other self.

"Charmed." The other White Topaz grunted quietly before letting the three Gems in. Jasper and White Topaz were greeted by the sight of Black Rutile's entire resistance force of Gems standing together against Steven, all of them being parallel universe versions of Gems that they already know.

"Oh, Black Rutile, we are so elated that you're alive!" an alternate Aquamarine exclaimed happily. "Do you need anything, my grand leader? Perhaps a comfy pillow and a drink?"

"OMG, are there two White Topazes now?" a ditzier version of Eyeball asked. "What is happening here?"

"Pyrope, would you please be a dear and clean up after yourself?" Holly Blue asked Pyrope in a motherly tone of voice as she picked up various discarded pieces of trash. "I may be the caretaker of this resistance, but I'm not your maid."

"I'll do it when I have the time." Pyrope replied while snacking on Chaaaaps and watching competitive cheerleading on TV. "By that I mean when I feel like it."

"Hey, can you keep your junk out of my space already?" Demantoid asked Morganite, who had cluttered Demantoid's workshop with her belongings. "I may be a total quack, but I know full well that my space is my space!"

"I'm sorry, but I believe this is OUR space, as in the entire rebellion shares it." Morganite argued with Demantoid. "No need to think you have everything to yourself!"

"Enough talk, you two!" Emerald roared as she strolled into the room with a very menacing air about her. "Would you like to hear about the soldiers I have taken down recently? None of them realized what little time they had left. One minute? Tick, tick, tick! 30 seconds? Tick, tick, tick! Or perhaps even no time at all."

"Can't you go one second without being totally extra to prove how much of a threat you are to Steven?" an alternate Zuli, who wore her hair down and acted more like Laz, snarked. "We already have enough overacting from Cat."

"Oh, my glorious leader!" Cat's Eye pounced onto the scene in tears, causing her makeup to start running. "You have no idea how worried we all were for you! You truly are the heart and soul of this entire rebellion, the reason we all keep going!"

"Oh, Cat, you always know how to put a smile on my face." Black Rutile chuckled while pinching the bootlicker's cheek. "So, everyone, I'd like you to meet a Jasper and White Topaz from another dimension that I found! Girls, allow me to introduce you to the Lucent Gems."

"Uh, hi, everyone." Jasper awkwardly greeted the resistance. "This is super weird, considering that most of you either are or were my enemies."

"So what's life like in your universe, dearie?" Holly asked while pinching Jasper's cheek. "I'm sure you have a much better life than the one the people of our Earth are forced to live."

"That's exactly why we're here." White Topaz explained. "There's a version of Black Rutile from our universe who found this one because she wants revenge for her plans to conquer the universe being foiled by the Crystal Gems of our world. There's this portal she put back together called the Vortexxer she used to get here, and there's no doubt she'll want to share her secrets with the Steven of this world too."

"That does sound serious." The alternate Black Rutile nodded. "If there's one thing I know about Lord Steven, it's that he'll use anyone to his advantage to pursue his goal of spreading his deranged, possessive ideas of love. You can count on us to help you out against him."

"Hey, that reminds me." Jasper said. "What are your origins like here? Our Black Rutile got tired of the status quo of our world and formed her rebellion out of Gems who also wanted revenge on Steven."

"It's the same thing for me as well." The heroic Black Rutile proclaimed. "I grew tired of Steven's tyranny and formed the Lucent Gems to avenge the Diamonds and everyone who ever suffered under the Regime's rule. Can you tell me where she is now?"

"We followed her here, but now I'm not exactly sure where." Jasper answered. "Though knowing her, she's probably got a plan."

--

At that moment, Lord Steven Universe was gazing at a portrait of his late mother that hung over his head. Much like his prisoner Connie, this world's Steven was far older and more muscular, with his royal garb mixing the primary Steven's shirt with Pink Diamond's clothes, albeit with a slightly more masculine spin. He had dark pink jackboots over a pair of white leggings, a matching-colored cape and pair of gloves, and a black chestplate with a yellow star on it. In addition, he had deep pink eyes with diamond-shaped pupils like his mother, his gem was on his stomach and was an upside-down, five-sided diamond, and he had a neatly trimmed goatee on his face.

"Mother, it's me again." Steven greeted his mother's face. "I've gotten reports of the arrival of a Black Rutile from another dimension. I'm not sure whether she comes in peace, but please give me the strength to face whatever comes my way. I only want to live up to your hallowed name." The painting said nothing. "Fine, keep your peace."

"Lord Universe, the prisoners wish to speak with you!" the alternate Amethyst yelled.

"Send them in." Steven commanded, cuing Amethyst and alternate versions of Garnet & Pearl to shove the Rutile Rebels into Steven's quarters. "So, you call yourself Black Rutile, correct?"

"I am Black Rutile, yes." Black Rutile answered. "And you must be this world's Steven. I must say, it's like looking at his reflection."

"This other Steven you speak of, what is he like?" Lord Steven asked, stroking his chin in his hand. "Did he have any aspirations of conquering the universe as well?"

"Not necessarily." Aquamarine said grumpily. "But he still basically enslaved us all regardless! He brought the Diamonds to their knees with a stupid joke and forced them to do his bidding since!"

"Ending colonization!" Eyeball added.

"Demilitarizing our entire society!" Holly Blue exclaimed.

"Discriminating against anyone who doesn't agree with his demands!" Cat's Eye yelled. "It's utter anarchy, and no one has the guts to challenge his tyranny! Well, except for us, of course."

"Yes, we, the Rutile Rebels, were all that was left of the Gems who were brave enough to take issue with the Crystal Gems' oppressive rule over our people." Black Rutile declared. "I had enacted many a great plan to overthrow his regime, but unfortunately, due to various unforeseen circumstances like the betrayal of my bodyguard, they all ended in failure. We only come here to ask for your assistance in our cause."

"It truly is sad to see someone just trying to do what's right receive so much punishment for remaining staunch in their beliefs. "Lord Steven purred. "Which reminds me, given he's an alternative counterpart of myself, does this other Steven believe himself to be a hero as well?"

"Very much, perhaps even more than you." Black Rutile proclaimed. "I've been told that in this world, your mother decided to overthrow the Diamonds rather than leave them like a cowardly brat. Tell me, how much of her values have the Crystal Gems instilled in you? Let me guess, were they just as neglectful and abusive as their regular selves?"

"Silence, Rutile!" the alternate Pearl hissed with a blade to Black Rutile's neck. "We have only raised our lord with the most love and care we could offer her, and he will accept no substitutes for such loving parental figures as ours."

"Flattering yourself will get you nowhere, bootlicker." The alternate Garnet sourly jabbed while resisting the urge to un-fuse on the spot.

"If you must know, I have been instructed since birth to give love wherever I go, and anyone who refuses my compassion must be punished." Steven explained. "It's how I have gained the loyalty of so many souls and punished others for my entire life."

"Ooh, Connie was right; I love him already!" Black Rutile whispered to her minions. "He's brutal, tough, he knows how horrible he is, unlike that other guy, and flaunts it; he's an utterly perfect ally!"

Despite Black Rutile's excitement at the prospect of a team-up, some of her allies weren't as enthused. "I'm elated too, but I'd suggest keeping an eye on Lord Steven if I were you." Aquamarine cautioned her leader. "From what I've learned about human logic, I have discovered that everything that exists has a specific nature. Each entity exists as something in particular and has characteristics that are part of what it is. A is A. And no matter what reality he calls home, Steven Universe is Steven Universe."

"You raise a good point, Aquamarine, but I insist we give it a shot." Black Rutile proclaimed eagerly before turning back to Lord Steven. "My offer still stands, sir. Are you with us?"

"It's a deal." Lord Steven agreed to the offer and shook Black Rutile's hand. "However, if we are to create a way to access the other world, I know just what we need."

Close by, a tall & skinny silhouette watched the beginning of the Rutile Rebels and Crystal Regime's alliance from afar, and she was frightened by the idea of what could happen if the Regime expanded their rule beyond their world. "I have to warn them."

--

Back at the Lucent Gems' hidden headquarters, the resistance and their two new allies were all getting used to each other when suddenly, an alarm went off and blared throughout the hideaway. "What's happening?!" the main White Topaz exclaimed. "Is the Regime attacking?!"

"No, I believe we got a message." Black Rutile answered and made a dramatic leap towards a computer console on the other side of the cave, sliding along the back of a dinosaur statue and slamming her fist on the keyboard, allowing a communications channel to be opened up. "Greetings and bienvenue, my man on the inside. I trust that you have intel on our enemies' latest plans?"

"That's right. The Crystal Regime has quite possibly their greatest plan yet." A voice, muffled to hide its owner's true identity, revealed to the Lucent Gems. "They have aligned themselves with an evil version of you from another world to help get revenge on their version of the Crystal Regime, or the Crystal Gems as they're called."

"Black Rutile!" Jasper growled, pounding a fist into her palm. "What do they want?!"

"They're looking for an artifact called the Seer to the Void that will help them travel to other worlds." The voice continued, sparking interest in Jasper and White Topaz.

"Wait, that's what Black Rutile used to get here!" White Topaz cried. "Where is it hiding?"

"I'll come back with more info later; I hear someone coming." The voice declared and ended the call.

"Just as I feared, the Crystal Regime is planning something big." The parallel Black Rutile stated. "Especially since you're not the only ones from that other world to come here, I believe."

"Yeah, our Black Rutile wants that Steven's help in getting revenge on the Crystal Gems!" Jasper proclaimed. "We have to stop them no matter what!"

"Then consider us following you every step of the way." The rebellious Rutile declared before shaking hands with Jasper and White Topaz. "We'll need to act quickly, though. There's no telling what those two are doing."

--

That ends Part 2, folks! The race to save Jasper and White Topaz's Earth is on, and the battle against the Crystal Regime is just beginning! I had a lot of fun delving deep into the lore of the evil universe and just how different its native versions of Steven and the Crystal Gems are from the one we know. And yes, I planned for Steven to have the mirror universe goatee from the start, it was just too good of an opportunity to pass up. There will be more to come of these Gems in the final two chapters of Two Sides of the Same Gem starting next time, so stay tuned!

#steven universe #steven universe future #steven universe alternate future #fanfiction #two sides of the same gem #jasper #white topaz #black rutile #steven quartz universe #garnet #amethyst #pearl #lapis lazuli #peridot #aquamaine #eyeball #holly blue agate #cat's eye #demantoid #nice lapis #pyrope #morganite #emerald #connie maheswaran

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"LEACH RECEIVES A FIVE YEAR TERM," St. Catharines Standard. April 24, 1912. Page 1. --- Young Man Who Secured a Valuable Diamond Ring From W. W. Tyrrill by Bogus Cheque is Heavily Sentenced. ---- William Leach, the young man who had pleaded guilty to passing a bogus check on W. W. Tyrrill, as part payment for a diamond ring. was again brought into police court this morning. He had been remauded for a week for the purpose of recovering the ring. He told a story impuicating others and telling into whose possession the ring had gone, but those accused all denied complicity.

County Crown Attorney Brennan moved for judgment on the prisoner's plea of guilty.

Leach declared that he had told the truth. To interrogatories of the magistrate he said he lived in Niagara Falls, Ont, where he had been for nine years, that he was a bar tender, that his mother was living in Toronto with her sister, his father having been killed in a fire. He had sent his mother $4 a week when working for $10 a week and his board. He admitted that he had been convicted of receiving stolen goods (four pairs of shoes) in Niagara Falls, in 1910, and served six months in Central Prison, and six months in 1908 for stealing an overcoat. He was accused of forgery about ten years ago in Toronto and received a suspended sentence. From returns from the police, the magistrate read of many convictions and terms in prison of William Leach, some of which the prisoner acknowledged, while others he said he knew nothing about. They ranged from 1900 to the present time. He had been accused of theft in Niagara Falls, N. Y., but it was not proven. He had been deported.

In regard to the procuring of the ring from Mr. Tyrrill, he said there had been a preconceived plan, but did not include the forged check he had given.

The magistrate said he had been perfectly willing to receive any representations that might be made in restitution of the forgery and allow for the restoration of the ring, but restitution had not been made, nor had the person been found to whom he gave it. It was not necessary for the prisoner to be at large for the support of his mother, as he had one brother. His record was bad, and the sentence of the court would be five years in Kingston penitentiary.

Leach asked for another chance, but the magistrate said he had had good many chances already.

[Leach was 25, a freight handler, and a fraud artist. He was convict #F-382 at Kingston Penitentiary and worked in the trucking and ‘excavation’ units of the prison. He was reported May and June 1912 for talking and impertinence, losing 7 days remission. In 1913, he was reported in January, February, July, and August, the last time being sent for a week to solitary confinement. In 1915 he was reported again in December and lost 5 days remission, and in 1916 was reported in February for talking and lost another 5 days. He was released in February 1917.]

#st. catharines #niagara falls #passing a fraudulent cheque #obtaining goods by false pretences #selling stolen goods #stolen ring #diamond ring #long criminal record #forged cheque #sentenced to the penitentiary #kingston penitentiary #crime and punishment in canada #history of crime and punishment in canada

[the-firebird69]

Punta Gorda, FL Weather and Radar Map - The Weather Channel | Weather.com

It's ironic that the storm is covering Max maneuver and Corky was is too to get diamonds but it's really to fight Tommy f whose fleet is sort of being handed off to Mac but the master fleet of his of Tommy f is a challenge and it's already that Max plan is being acted by Tommy a bit but holding on to those diamonds is another thing and the big ones are in the caverns down where Tommy f is

Zues Hera

All very true and most people do a partial analysis start bothering me and I say go in the cabinets with a big ones are and they're not they don't have a use for it but really they can't move it William Bill have ideas the best idea is to leave it where it is and reposition it a little so I'm trying to do that

Mac

It will of course be a huge War and Corky will have to pick where he wants to do it it's quite a bit of them and we'll fight these clones

[thecryptidart1st]

i’m slowly slipping sammike into a steven universe au

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #mike schmidt #michael afton #sammy emily #sammike #mike x sammy #michael afton x sammy emily #steven universe au #gemsona #pearl! mike #pezzottaite! sammy #raspberry beryl! sammy #already planning william to be a diamond #henry is an emerald #mike is a revived shattered gem #but for reasons #sammy is the first of his cut #sammy finds mike #they pretend to be master & servant to keep mike safe from homeworld standards #sammy’s gem weapon is a gun

[one-leaf-grimoire]

Top ten things I want to see in Black Clover's final arc

Nobody asked for this but I'm SO excited to see where this arc goes but also. A little scared and unsure of WHERE it's going to go. But here's ten things I would like to see happen or be included, but of course this isn't like a formal "prediction" or anything.

PLEASE send me asks about your predictions/hopes for this arc as well as any thoughts on my list. I am rolling around on the floor full of ideas rn.

Massive Black Clover manga spoilers ahead!

10. The involvement of the Diamond Kingdom

The last we heard of the DK, it had been decimated by Zenon and the Spade Kingdom! I am so curious to see what happened to Mars and the rest, and would love to see the King of the DK for once. Maybe they will end up helping out Asta and the gang when they go up against Lucius.

9. The return of the Dark Triad

Well.. I guess they are a "tetrad" now. I hope Lucius has a plan to bring them back in some fashion, and I think this is likely based on their "undying body" plan. They may already HAVE undying bodies, so after the dust settles they may re-emerge!

8. Return of the elves/Elysia!

The elves had very little to do last arc so I want to see them back and relevant again. We also REALLY need more info about Elysia and the Dryad, because they were shown for 2 seconds and then never addressed again!

7. A proper explanation about... THAT

How did Lucius get in Julius's body? Does Lucius=Julius? Or is it a Patri/William situation? Is Julius a fake soul that had a mind of its own? What was the point of the swallowtail? How can Julius be Lucius if the Novachrono's are a noble family with a traceable bloodline? Does Julius=Astaroth? Did Astaroth make a contract with Lucius and THEN bodysnatch Julius? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON-

6. An "insurrection" or "banishment" storyline

I would love it if Lucius retained his position as Wizard King for his evil plan, then banishes or attempts to capture the heros. That way they would have to escape to another kingdom, or even to a country we haven't seen yet. This would be a great way to bring in the Diamond Kingdom!

5. The Earth Spirit

I would just like to see it. I'm sure it will be coming in this next arc! I'm so excited to see if it is contracted with a new character or with one of the characters that we already know. I feel like Mars might be a good pick, but maybe it is partnered with the Diamond King... I just think that would be neat.

4. Dwarves

Are they still around?? Where are they??? Will they ever be relevant other than Charmy? I hope so... I would like to see the main characters team up with them, maybe to hide from Lucius and plan their counterattack.

3. Lucius titty window

Loving the open shirt look. He needs to stay that way sorry.

2. Fuegoleon spirit dive

Yes. Just yes. I want to watch Cyril explode over this.

1. Please...

... just save Julius 😭😭 I don't care if he's stripped of his power at the end and gives his title to Asta or Yuno. I just want him safe. I feel like there's good evidence that he was never a bad guy, just a victim of the whole Lucius/Astaroth situation, so I can only hope that he comes out the other side of this series alive and well.

Fellow Julius Stans... stay strong. Enjoy the evil dilf while he's here. I know I will be 😈

#bc spoilers #black clover spoilers #black clover #julius novachrono #lucius zogratis #yami sukihiro #asta

[jeyramarie]

Mr. & Mrs. Holland- (Mob! Tom Holland x Mob! Reader) part 1

summary: most powerful couple in the country but it’s not Tom you should be fearing.

w/c: 3,033

warning: fluff, kissing, angst? idk, y/n being a badass (yes... that should be a warning)

a/n: the prologue got the greatest feedback, thank you to everyone who read it. i’m so so thankful. since it did so good, here’s part 1!! happy reading everyone 🦋

The sun shined through the curtains, warming up the naked bodies that were tangled in the satin sheets. Tom’s eyes fluttered open, immediately turning his bed to see his wife laying on his chest. He smiled and pushed back a piece of hair that was hanging in front of her face. Waking up next to Y/n was his favorite feeling because to him, she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen in his life. He moved a bit to get out of bed making her stir. Her eyes opened softly to look at him and smile. 

“Morning, love.” he said softly leaning in and giving her a peck. 

“Good morning, honey.” she chuckled and bit her lip while smiling widely. Tom stood up from the bed, his butt bare making Y/n giggle. He turned around with a questionable look while she layed back down on her pillow. 

“You have a nice butt.” she giggled making him roll his eyes and make his way towards their walk in closet. 

“Where are you going?” she groaned, sitting up in bed with her back against the headboard. 

“I have a meeting with the boys. Haz told me some things have been going missing on the ports.” 

“What things?” she asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

“That supply we were gonna send to Columbia last week.” He walked out butting up his shirt, then moving to his sleeves rolling them up. 

“But… Tom, that was the biggest supply this month.. we were gonna get a fortune.” Y/n said sitting up straighter. 

“Love, I know that. That’s why I need to find out what’s going on and who did this. I’m gonna be with the boys most of the day. I’ll see later.” Tom leaned down, gave his wife a long kiss and stepped out of the bedroom without uttering another word. Y/n started thinking about a possible plan that would help her husband and the whole company. She quickly got out of bed and went into the shower where her thoughts sort of became clearer. With a towel wrapped around her body she walked into her side of the closet. 

“What the hell am i gonna wear?” she asked herself with her arms crossed over her chest. She scanned her color coded closet and finally chose a short black Prada dress. It was tight around her curves and it had a small slight on the side to show part of her thigh. Y/n put her hair up to show off her collarbone and the diamond earrings Tom had just bought her. She put on her favorite pair of heels and made her way towards the meeting room. Her heels clacked on the marble floors as she strutted to the testosterone filled room. 

She pulled open the dark brown doors making every pair of eyes land on her. Of course, Y/n smirked and began to make her way to her husband, who was sitting at the end of the table with a whiskey in hand and his fingers rubbing his chin deep in thought. When she was half way there, she turned to the bartender. 

“Martin? I'll have my usual.” 

“Dry martini with two olives. Got it, boss.” he nodded and turned to start off her drink while she smiled, turning back to look at Tom. Finally, she stood next to him, making him look up at her. Tom looked back down and stared slowly at her thighs, her hips, the day the dress got extra tight at her waist, her breast that were shaped perfectly to him, her collarbone that he desired to kiss and bite at that very moment and last, but certainly not the least, her beautiful face that made him melt every single time he looked at it. 

“Darling, what are you doing here?” He asked, smirking at his wife who was smiling widely. 

“I thought I could give you some ideas, help you out a bit. What do you guys have so far? That’s if you do want my help, of course.” she said as she crossed her arms quickly looking to her right to see Martin with her drink in hand. 

“Thanks, Martin.” she muttered and took a sip while looking back at Tom. 

“I would love to hear what you have in mind. You know I always need your help, darling.” he smiled putting his hand on her thigh and moving it up and down making Y/n get goose bumps all over her body. 

“I need to know what you guys have first.” she smirked and drank another sip from her strong beverage. Tom looked at her and chuckled, sitting straight. 

“Okay, boys… let’s tell Mrs. Holland what we have, now.” he said, strongly making Y/n feel an undeniable tingly feeling on her covered core. The next 30 minutes were spent discussing the problems and the suspects. Of course, Harrison believed it was someone from the inside spilling out details on the supply’s destination. The only thing they seem to have left is a good hideout place to keep look out. Harrison brought over some files of properties close by to Y/n. She put her glass down and sat on the armrest of Tom’s chair making him put his hand on her hip. 

“You’re planning on buying this?” she asked with a questionable look with her head turned to her husband. 

“Yes, why? Do you not like it?” 

“Is not that i don’t like it.. is that…. they’ll find you before you move in. You have to be somewhere that no one's gonna expect you to be in.” Y/n said while looking at the different properties in front of her. She took the last sip from her martini and stood up, still looking at the papers. She walked around the table in silence, every single man following her with their eyes. 

“I hate this. This… this is… what the fuck are you thinking?” she exclaimed turning around to look at Tom who was looking at her with a straight face, waiting for her to explain herself. 

“You wanna spy on someone who’s probably stealing your shit and you wanna buy a 3 million dollar mansion to do it?” she scoffed and shook her head in disbelief as her husband stood up from his chair and slowly started walking towards Y/n. 

“You have to get a place that no one’s gonna expect. Get an abandoned apartment or something. Somewhere dirty and ugly.” Tom finally stood in front of her and grabbed her waist, pulling her towards him. 

“I love the way you think, darling. I like your idea.” he whispered and leaned in to give her a peck. 

“Of course you do, it’s the right one.” she said smiling which caused him to chuckle. 

“We’ll go with that. Harrison, get everything ready.” 

“If you want something done right, let a woman do it.” she said and grabbed his face to give him a quick kiss. She pulled away and started walking towards the door. 

“I have to go, check on my employees. I’ll call you later, honey.” and with that she left the room leaving every man speechless. Y/n walked to the living room where her driver was playing cards with the maids of the house. 

“Dylan, bring the car around.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” she quickly turned around and walked back to her room to get her purse and of course, her small golden gun. She walked outside towards the car where Dylan was holding the door open. 

“Where to, ma’am?” he asked before Y/n got into the car.

“You know that apartment building close to Le Royal?” 

“Yes.” 

“I need to go there, William is waiting for me.” the man nodded and she got into the car. The ride was silent but she was mostly talking to herself in her head. Thinking of what to say and what to do when she got there. The car came to a stop making her jolt out of her trance. The door opened showing Dylan with a small smile. 

“We’re here, ma’am.” he extended his hand to help Y/n out of the car. 

“Thanks, Dylan. Stay close, please.” 

“Sure thing, ma’am. Good luck in there.” he said, closing the car door. 

“Thank you.” she smiled putting on her Dior sunglasses and walking towards the door.  Y/n walked inside and got to the elevator, going to the last floor. When the doors opened her right hand man, William was waiting for her with a bloody fist. 

“Thanks for the help, William.” 

“Anytime, ma’am.” he nodded and she made her way to the long hallway that led to a wooden door. She opened the door and was met with a man tied to a chair and another chair in front of him. 

“I’m so sorry for the delay but i’m sure my right hand man kept you company. He’s a great conversation starter. I'm sure you guys had fun.” Y/n smiled sitting down on the chair and crossing her legs. The man lifted his head with his sweaty hair falling on his face and the blood coming from his lip, dripping down his chin. 

“Yeah, fun.” 

“Do you know who i am, John?” 

“Yeah.” he scoffed. 

“Okay, do you know what i’m gonna do to you?” the room filled with silence and Y/n chuckled at his nervousness. 

“Of course you don’t. I’ll tell you anyway though.” she said, uncrossing her legs and standing up. Finally in front of the man, she placed her hands on the armrest of the chair leaning in front of him. 

“You mess with my husband, you mess with me and our company. You're not gonna get out of this so easily.” she whispered in a low serious voice making the man’s breath shaky. 

“I’m gonna bash your skull with a metal bat until it has a hole in it. You got that?” the man stayed quiet, scared for his life. Y/n stood back up and smiled. 

“I’ll see you later, Johnny.” she said as she walked out of the room leaving the man screaming out her name over and over again. She walked down the familiar hallway again, getting into the elevator with William. 

“Let’s go, Will.” the elevator door closed, it started moving and then it opened at the 1st floor. Y/n walked out first and then William behind, Dylan was already holding the door open which caused her to smile. 

“Thank you, boys.” she said as she climbed into the back seat. When the door closed her phone ran, it was Tom. 

“Hey, baby.” 

“Hello, love. How’s everything going?” 

“Everything went smoothly. How bout you? Is the plan in motion?” 

“It is. Everything is being handled as we speak.” 

“Great! I have to meet up with some business partners I wanna negotiate with so i’ll get you when i get out okay?” 

“Alright, love. We’ll talk later. I love you.” 

“I love you too, honey.” she smiled and then hung up as the car came to a stop in front of Le Royal. It was a very famous hotel that had it’s very own casino with the same name. Dylan helped her out of the car and she made her way to the entrance with William right behind her. Her heels clacked on the marble floors of the hotel lobby. Everyone stared at her in awe, only people in the business knew who she really was and what she did. They walked to the casino side of the lobby and went up a long glass staircase. It led them to big white doors that led to a small waiting room with the secretary typing quickly on her computer. Y/n walked towards her and stood in front of the counter, making the woman look up from her device. 

“May i help you?” she asked in a bitchy tone which made Y/n go serious and angry. 

“Yes, I have a meeting with Mr. Matthews.” she said coldly, giving the woman a killing look. 

“Go ahead.” 

“Thanks.” she spit out, turning and walking towards the office. Once at the door, she knocked and waited for the man to give her mention to enter. 

“Come in!” screamed the man from inside alerting William to open to the door and letting Y/N walk in first. 

“Y/n Holland, welcome! It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.” the man smiled as he shook her hand and introduced himself to William after. 

“It’s nice to meet you, Adam. Thank you so much for agreeing to speak with me. I’ve heard nothing but good things about your business.” she said as she sat down in front of his desk and crossed her legs. 

“Same goes to you. You and your husband have left a really big impression on all of us.” 

“Oh, well thank you.” she chuckled as he leaned on his elbows on his desk. 

“So, what kind of business are we talking about?” 

“Oh well. I came here to offer you a deal.” 

“What kind of deal exactly?” he asked leaning back on his chair and crossing his legs. 

“I wanna buy the hotel.” she said seriously, making him laugh dryly and shake his head. 

“I’m not selling, Y/n.” 

“You didn’t let me finish.” he stopped laughing and moved his hand signaling her to continue. 

“I wanna buy so you can be in charge of everything while I'm gone. You’d report back to me or Tom. You’d get 25% of all income.” the room fell silent, Adam kept thinking about every single scenario of what would happen if he accepted. 

“What would I be doing, Y/n?” 

“We wanna use the casino for every exchange and to sell our little things that everyone seems to love. I assure you, Adam, you’re gonna get triple the clientele if they know what you’re gonna have.” he looked at her and scratched his eyebrow, standing up without another word. He made his way towards the glass windows, looking at the city below. Y/n played with her fingers, feeling nervous that maybe he didn’t want to go through with the deal. Even William knew she was nervous. After a few seconds, Adam turned around with his hands in his pockets, looked up and smiled. 

“You have yourself a deal Mrs. Holland.” he said, extending his hand for her to shake. She stood up quickly and grabbed it, shaking it. 

“Thank you so much, Adam. You won’t regret this.” 

“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Y/n. Call me anytime to schedule the first special casino night.” he said putting his other hand over hers. 

“Of course. I’ll call you tonight with my husband to schedule everything. Have a nice day, Mr. Matthews.” she smiled taking her hands out of his grasp and walking towards the door that William opened for her to walk out. They made their way downstairs to the lobby when Y/n came to an immediate stop. 

“Is everything alright, ma’am?” William asked, standing in front of her. 

“I don’t know if you know but I kind of have a sixth sense, Will. I don’t trust that man.” she said rummaging through her purse. 

“What are you gonna do?” 

“I need you to go to the main office of this building and plug this in into one of the computers.” Y/n whispered holding up a small pendrive. 

“While you’re doing that i’ll be having a couple drinks at the bar, just looking around. Checking what I have to work with.” she said looking around. 

“I can’t do that, ma’am. Mr. Holland gave me direct orders to not leave your side.” 

“Well he’s not here right now, William. I won’t rat you out okay? But please, get me that information.” she said turning to him while taking off her glasses and giving him pleading eyes. He sighed and nodded making Y/n squeal. 

“Thank you, thank you. I’ll be in the bar, find me when you’re done okay?” 

“Alright.” he said and turned walking towards the back doors of the lobby. 

30 minutes went by when William finally walked out. He turned the corner and saw his boss drinking her martini while looking at the ceiling, the walls, the employees, the bar countertop and the alcohol bottle in front of her. Every detail was important for her, to think of different ways to work with that place. 

“Mrs. Holland.” William said breaking Y/n’s trance. She looked at him and smiled as he held up the pendrive she had given him.

“Is it there?” she asked, getting down from the bar stool. 

“Every last bit, ma’am.” he said, giving it to her. She chuckled and patted him on the chest. 

“Good job, Will. Let’s go home.” Y/n said and walked towards the exit of the hotel where Dylan was already waiting in the car. 

When they arrived at the mansion, Y/n walked straight to her bedroom where Tom was taking a shower. She took off her heels so he wouldn’t hear her walk in, unzipped her dress and tied her hair up, slowly making her way to the bathroom. The shower door was foggy but she could still see her husband’s silhouette. Y/n pushed it open and stepped in quickly. She placed her hand on his back making him jump and quickly turn around. 

“Sorry to scare you.” she whispered, making him sigh in relief. 

“It’s alright, darling.” he said as he grabbed her waist and pulled her towards him. They looked at each other’s eyes for a while until he leaned in and kissed her passionately. She pulled away and leaned her forehead against his. 

“Did you get it?” he whispered, making her smile.

“Yeah, all of it.” she whispered back knowing exactly what he was talking about. Tom chuckled and grabbed her face, pulling her into a long kiss. She wrapped her arms around her neck while he moved his to her waist. Suddenly, he grabbed her ass cheek, moving her against the wall. Both of them feeling content about they’re new multi million dollar deal.

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[isabella-kr]

May I request a headcanon of love unholyc the three main boys + william with a MC who doesnt like vegetables?

Ofc Anon!! Honestly I was waiting for someone to request a headcanon cause they’re so much easier to write ahahah

I added Shallote cause I love her <3

Warnings: Innuendos

Genre: fluff

GN! Reader

Eat the veggies, Mc

Seriously, or you’re going to clean the entire kitchen until it’s shining like a diamond.

He’s already got enough on his plate, your eating habits aren’t about to become another one of his problems.

“Eat the vegetables, please, master.”

While he would look annoyed on the outside, he’s seriously worried about you on the inside.

He’s worried about your health and will think of ways to introduce vegetables into your diet.

Want them blended so you don’t even know they’re there? Done.

Soup instead? Done

Smoothies instead of having them during dinner? Done

Either way he will think of a way to make you eat them.

Please, Mc. He just doesn’t want you to fall ill. He does care about you, after all.

Just because cake is good doesn’t mean you can neglect your health, MC.

He has a sweet tooth, but rest assured that he will make sure you’re eating healthy.

No, Mc, carrot cake doesn’t count as eating vegetables.

At least you’re eating fruit? That’s one good thing

He’ll take you to a restaurant to try different meals. You’re bound to find something you like.

“I just don’t want your health to deteriorate” :((

Please at least try to eat them. He might not show it but he’s worried and he will spend many, many hours overthinking and worrying about your health.

He’s a model, he knows how to eat healthy and take care of his body.

Seeing you not care about the stuff you put in your mouth frustrates him.

“How about we plan our meals together?”

Sure, unhealthy foods are good but veggies are important :((

If you don’t like them, he will search for a substitute. Maybe there’s one you will like and he’s willing to sacrifice some time to find it.

“I’m going to tell Mr. Butler if you don’t eat healthy 😡”

As long as your health isn’t suffering from it, he’s willing to let it slide. But as soon as he sees a change, you better get ready to be fed like a baby 🙄

If you don’t eat your veggies, you’re going to get punished ~~

He will get you to eat properly one way or another (*3*)

Mc ~~ let’s play a game ~~

If you eat your veggies, you’ll get a reward

He’s about to Pavlov you and become an expert in classical conditioning.

Is that positive reinforcement I hear? You eat your veggies and get something return.

Sounds fair, right?

Well, soon enough you’re gonna be eating veggies like they’re your favourite food in the world

Her favourite not eating healthy?

Oh no

She can’t have that

Will gather both William and Pierce and make them work together to find something you like.

Healthy body = healthy mind, mc!

Will probably think of ways to distract you when making you eat the veggies, even in small portions.

Vegetable smoothie that tastes nothing like veggies? She’s gonna make it.

You have to be healthy and she’s going to make sure you get all the nutrients you need.

Better not try lying to her about eating them because she will find out 🙄

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[angelmavmurdock]

Our Little Secret: Part Eight - A.R.

LAST OF THE SERIES

Word count: Summary: 5 years later...

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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF MURDER AND SEXUAL ASSAULT (basically everything Arvin and the preacher did in the movie is touched on).

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5 years later

"Well, y/n, your application is outstanding. We'd love for you to work here." The headteacher spoke to me from across his desk.

"Really? Wow! Thank you so much!" I beamed.

"The new school term starts in August and the kids really need a well-taught, professional, young teacher who can help them grow as children. I think you're perfect for the job."

"Thank you so much, that means a lot. I can't wait to start."

Teaching. Teaching year 1. It was my dream to work with kids and now finally after 4 years of college I could do it.

I've been living in Cincinnati since I left high school 5 years ago. I needed to get out of that town as soon as I could. Everywhere I went it would remind me of Lenora...and Arvin.

I kept in touch with Emma, though. We still chatted at least a few times a month on the phone and she told me every time how much she missed Lenora and how much she missed Arvin. Though it was easier with Lenora because she knew what had happened to her - well, not fully - but she knew that she was gone. With Arvin, she didn't know why he was gone, what he was doing or had done and if he was still even alive. I didn't tell her about what Arvin told me on our last night. I promised him I wouldn't.

But every time I called her it was like I was being set back on my journey of grief and getting over him. I was with a lovely guy called William and we've been together since my last year of college. He didn't know about Lenora or Arvin or the Russell's.

But he did come with me to my father's funeral a few months ago.

Daddy had gotten worse and worse since being in New Coal Creek. We thought he was going to get better once we got him into hospital but it didn't make a difference. And when I moved to Cincinnati, I hardly ever saw him and Ma and I's row got in between Daddy and I's relationship.

So I went to his funeral feeling like the worst daughter on the planet. And I felt as if I was losing everyone I had ever truly loved.

Will was lovely and he worked in the same position Daddy used to work at. We had a house together and we lived there comfortably. It's much like how I grew up living. A big house with no one to fill it with. We didn't even have a dog or a cat because of his allergies. We were engaged to be married and he had bought me a very expensive and big diamond ring which was nice but I had no interest in.

Of course, I accepted. But as soon as he asked me the million dollar question, the first person that popped into my head was Arvin. And then Lenora. And then Daddy.

Wedding planning was very stressful when you don't have many friends or family around to help.

And after my meeting with the headteacher I was heading into town to find my wedding dress.

I was dreading it.

Ma was coming down to help and we'd meet at the place.

I thanked the headteacher and walked out excitedly, ready to start my teaching career. I got in my car and I drove into town. The closer I got, the worse I felt. I didn't want to get a wedding dress and I didn't want to get it with Ma either.

I parked outside of the dress shop and reluctantly got out. The shop was extravagant and elegant. I dreaded going inside. But my feet took me in as my brain lusted for home.

"y/n!" Ma exclaimed, shuffling up to me, already carrying dresses in her arms.

"Ma, hi." She nearly winded me as she embraced me.

I lightly put my hands around her but she tore away quickly.

"This place is just wonderful! I've already found a few you'd look great in!"

"Ma, I'd love if I was the one who would get to pick out my own weddin' dress." I raised a brow.

She sighed, "Fine. Yes, of course. Go into the changin' rooms and I'll follow."

I rolled my eyes and walked to one of the rooms where a consultant with a pearly white smile greeted me.

"Miss y/l/n, lovely to meet you. I'm Angela and I'll be helpin' you today! Are these the dresses you'd like to try?" She chirped, referring to the dresses in my mothers arms.

I sighed, "Yes."

"Great! Come on in."

-

I stood on the podium in front of the wall-length mirror with the fourth wedding dress on. It was a column dress that fell straight down with only a slight cinch at the waist. It had long sleeves and a high neck and lace covered the bodice. It was not my style.

"You look beautiful!" Ma complimented.

"I don't like it, Ma." I shook my head, twisting and turning to look at it.

"It's your fourth dress and you haven't liked any of them."

"They're just...not my style." I sighed.

Ma rolled her eyes and stood next to me, "It's not about your style. It's about looking gorgeous on your wedding day."

I furrowed my brows, "It's my wedding dress and it's my wedding. I want to love my dress."

"Well you are not the one paying for it." She brushed over my hips.

I felt rage bubble inside of me.

"Fine. We'll take this one then." I stated with a scoff and returned to the changing room in a huff.

-

"Okay, your fitting will be next month and that's when you'll get your dress home, alright?"

"Thank you." I smiled weakly at the consultant.

"You're welcome. Have a nice day!"

We waved goodbye and began walking out the shop. I placed my white gloves on and adjusted the white hat ornamented with a flower on my curled hair. I smoothed out my white and pale blue polka-dotted dress and adjusted the sky blue belt around my waist. Ma opened the door for me and I thanked her before leaving and hearing the click of my heels on the ground.

"y/n, I won't keep you long, but...you're a woman now. You're 23, you're getting married, you live away from home, you're getting a job. You're a woman. But just because you are older, does not mean I stop being your mother. I will always be your mother whether you like it or not and you have to treat me as such." Ma said, folding her arms over her red, floral tea dress.

I took a deep breath and looked at her.

"You took away my freedom when I was a teenager and because of that, I lost time with - not only Lenora - but Arvin, too. I don't know where he is now. No one does."

Just as I was about to talk about our last night I remembered she still didn't know I snuck out.

"I lost my best friend and the love of my life in the space of weeks and you kept me locked away until there was no one left. I'll never forgive you for that." I said, my head held high.

Ma took a few seconds to process the information and then nodded.

"I'm sorry you feel that way. I had no idea. I love you, y/n. I will always love you, alright?" She held my shoulders.

I swallowed and nodded, not looking at her.

"Congratulations on your new job, honey. I'll see you soon." She leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek then turned and walked away.

I took a few deep breaths as I watched her, guilt and anger washing away gradually. Part of me didn't want to go home. I wanted to escape for a while. I didn't want to have to go back and sit alone in a huge house I didn't like and I didn't want to wait up for a phone call from Will. I wanted to be by myself. I needed to. I looked around and at my car before deciding I'd go into town for a while.

I left the car and stuffed the keys further into my handbag. I clicked down the pavement until I reached the main road of shops, leading to a lake and a park where families would walk and eat ice-cream.

It was summer, so the sun was out in full, the trees swaying in the warm breeze and the sound of a few buskers playing accompanied by the noise of town people roaming around filled the warm air.

I smiled and said good mornin' to people as I walked by, waving at a few kids and cooing at some babies. I'd never really spent much time in town. I was always working or at the house with Will. It felt good to be out and alone. I wandered around, looking in some shop windows and wishing for the dresses but deciding against it.

It wasn't until I passed a shop and briefly glanced in it that I actually stopped to look closely. I took a double take and stood in front of the window, looking up at the displayed mannequin. It was a white blouse paired with a white tennis skirt and blue ribbon tied around the neck. A fond grin grew on my face. It reminded me of high school. Though I never wore mine on my neck, I still wanted it. I never wore ribbons in my hair anymore.

I couldn't help myself but go in. I entered the seemingly quiet shop and found the nearest shop consultant.

"Hi! I love that ribbon you have on show, is it for sale?" I asked with a smile.

The woman looked almost confused, "It's a ribbon...it's for decoration?"

"Oh...well, I'd still love to buy it. Name a price." I smiled again.

She looked at me dumbfounded for a moment but then shook it off and walked to the mannequin. She untied the silk and walked back over with it, placing it into my hands.

"It's free." She smiled.

"Thank you so much. I love it." I grinned.

"Have a nice day, now."

"I will." I beamed, walking out the store.

I felt giddy with nostalgia and excitement as I pulled my hair back under my hat and tied it with the ribbon, giving it a delicate bow. I checked it in my compact mirror and smiled with joy. I felt closer to myself.

I continued walking down the road and then to the lake. I stood and leaned against the railing, watching the elegant swans float by, their white feathers contrasting beautifully against the dark blue of the water. I watched them for a while, probably for about 10 minutes before I felt a light tug on my dress.

I got a fright and looked down where a young girl was standing next to me. I immediately smiled with relief and stood back.

"Hello," I waved.

"You're very beautiful, ma'am." She complimented in a strong southern accent.

"Why thank you, Mrs." I grinned.

"Would you like some bread to feed the swans?" She offered, holding up a chunk of bread.

"I would love some. Thank you." I graciously accepted the bread, holding it in my gloved hands.

The girls' mother called her back. She looked up at me and waved.

"Bye!" She said, before running off to her mum.

I smiled and laughed a little before turning back to the swans. I broke a piece of bread off and threw it in the water. I threw some more pieces in and watched as they all swam to the food, fighting over who got what.

Once I was out of bread, I sighed, leaning against the railing by my forearms. I took in my surroundings. I looked to my left where children were playing with each other as parents stood or sat on benches, resting. A few elderly couples walked by, hand in hand, arm in arm, chatting about everything and nothing.

A girl on a pink bike caught my eye. She was gorgeous and sat atop the seat with joy and pride as she rode by. My eyes followed her as she rode behind me and kept going.

But my eyes shifted focus when she rode by someone.

Someone who looked eerily familiar.

He had brown, woven, checkered trousers on and a white dress shirt with sleeves that were rolled up to his elbows. Brown suspenders hung over his shoulders and a white vest peeked out from the unbuttoned shirt.

But the dark eyes with the brown, slicked back hair and the cigarette in his mouth gave him away.

He was already looking at me, however. Like he had been for hours. I turned slightly, feeling my heart beat rise as he threw his cigarette on the ground.

It can't be him. It's just a lookalike. It's because I've been thinking about him today. It's not him. He's not here.

He walked closer to me but stopped about 2 metres away, hands in pockets with his chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine.

I could feel my chest heave against my dress as I stared at him, trying to decipher if that was truly him or if I was just dreaming.

"y/n?" He finally said, unsure of whether I was who he thought I was.

"A-Arvin?" I whispered.

A smile began to grow on his face and I knew it was him. It was him. Arvin.

I dropped my handbag and ran towards him, throwing my arms around his neck a our bodies collided, nearly setting us back.

His arms wrapped around my waist and lifted me up, making my legs pop up. He still smelled the same and he still felt the same. He felt like home.

"I can't believe you're here." I whispered, feeling a tear fall down my face.

He placed me back on my feet and I looked at him, cupping his face with my hands. He held them, stroking my thumbs with a smile.

"Why are you here?" He asked softly.

"I-I live here. I have since...since high school." I gulped.

He raised his brows, "I've been here for four years, y/n."

My mouth dropped open, "What?!"

He grinned, his hands squeezing mine, "We've both been livin' here for four years but not ran into each other."

I stuttered, "Wh-what? How is that- oh my gosh." I laughed, bringing my hands away from his face.

"I can't believe you're here, Arvin." I gulped, my chin quivering slightly.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again." I bit my lip, trying to stop myself from crying in public.

"Hey, shh." He brought me into him, cradling my head against his chest.

"We're here. I'm here." He said softly.

-

We decided to walk around the park to catch up which seemed both amazing but alien at the same time. We were still us but we had changed so much.

"Still wearin' ribbons I see." He grinned.

I laughed, "Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not. I always loved them." He smiled.

I blushed and looked to the ground.

"So, why Cincinnati?" Arvin asked.

I sighed, "I couldn't live there anymore after school." I gulped.

"It was just too hard. And I got accepted into college here so I decided to move."

"You'll be finished school now, right?" Arvin queried.

"Yeah. I just finished and I actually just got a job today, so." I smiled.

"That's amazin'. I'm happy for you." He grinned.

"Thank you..."

We walked in silence for a little longer than I would have hoped. But he broke it again.

"Why're you in town today, then? Considering I spend every day here and I've never seen you leads me to believe you don't come here often." He chuckled.

I nodded, "Yeah, I never get the chance too. But I was uh...I was actually in town for a dress fitting." I coughed, looking down at the floor.

"Goin' somewhere nice?" He asked.

I scoffed a laugh and looked up at him, "My wedding."

He stared at me in surprise, eyes wide and mouth open, soaking in the information.

"Y-you're engaged?" He croaked.

I nodded, removing my left glove to show the sturdy ring that sat on my finger.

"W-wow. I mean...he must be rich if you got a ring like that." He swallowed, looking down at his shoes.

"I mean...yeah, I guess." I shrugged awkwardly, putting the glove back on.

"How long have you been-"

"Uh, since last year. We met in college. He was doin' finance and Daddy actually put in a good word for him and he got his old job."

"He got your daddy's old job?" Arvin repeated.

"Yeah...yeah once uh...once he passed, they needed someone to fill his shoes so." I gulped.

Arvin stopped, "Your Dad passed? When?"

I chewed the inside of my lip, "Earlier this year."

"y/n, I am so, so sorry." He placed a hand on my arm.

"No, don't be silly. It's fine. He just never got well after he took a turn in Coal Creek." I said, beginning to walk again.

"I remember how sick he was..."

My chest fluttered. It was as if our past was an alternate universe. Like we never really lived it. It was just a different version of ourselves that did. Because now, we were here and it didn't feel the same. Not completely.

"So...should I ask how you ended up here?" I asked cautiously.

He tilted his head from side to side as if trying to figure an answer out himself.

"I don't think you'd like the details." He stated, reaching into his pocket for another cigarette.

"Did you..." I stopped, looking around us before lowering my voice.

"Did you do what you implied you would?" I asked, looking into his seemingly innocent eyes.

He inhaled some smoke and then exhaled, turning away for my sake.

"I did what I implied." He stated simply.

My stomach turned. I kept chewing my lip with nervousness, looking into his eyes. He didn't seem like a killer. He wasn't a bad person. I knew him. I knew who he was. And a murderer was not in his description.

I wanted to know about it. About him. I needed to know. So, impulsively - a word I hadn't used since our last night in Coal Creek - I invited him back with me.

"Would you come home with me? I live 15 minutes out of town and I'd really like to talk but I don't think a public park is appropriate." I said in a hushed tone.

He thought about it before nodding, "Sure."

-

The drive to my house was a little awkward. The radio played at a low hum while we sat in near silence, only the sound of the wind and other cars passing by filling the air.

"Used to be me drivin' you everywhere." Arvin commented with a chuckle.

I smiled, "Oh, how the tables have turned."

He laughed and so did I, then we resumed our mutual silence.

When we got to Will and I's estate, I drove through the gates of the house to the driveway where at the top, a large house sat - much like the one in Coal Creek.

"Our drivin' might've changed but this certainly hasn't." Arvin sighed, almost as if he was disappointed.

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked with a raised brow.

He shrugged, "Feels all too familiar, that's all." He said before getting out the car.

I screwed my face up at his comment but decided to let it slide. I got out of the car and locked it before following Arvin who seemed as if he knew the place, up the steps of the porch.

"Is your fiancé home?" He asked the ground, hands in pockets.

I shook my head, "He's out of town for a weekend with work."

I stuck the key into the lock of the wide, white front door and opened it. I walked inside then held it open for Arvin.

He walked in and looked around, taking in his new surroundings.

The hallway was wide and white, only paintings filling the wall space and a large staircase to the left winded up to the next floor.

"Wow...I mean, you've done well for yourself." Arvin scoffed a laugh.

"Thank you." I smiled weakly, taking my hat from my head.

He looked up at the high ceilings, appreciating the chandelier that hung above the doorway.

"Come on through. Do you want tea? Coffee?" I offered, walking down the hallway and into the open kitchen/living room area while taking my gloves off.

He walked in behind me, looking around the new room he was in before following me into the kitchen.

"How about a scotch?" He asked with a smirk.

I smiled, "That'd be appropriate, I think."

I got the crystal decanter and two glasses from the tray that sat atop the kitchen table. I poured us two glasses and then handed Arvin one. I brought the decanter with us as we migrated to the couch.

I slipped my heels off before sitting down, my dress puffing and fanning out over my lap. Arvin sat opposite me, his ankle resting on his knee comfortably.

"So..." I started.

"So." He repeated.

"I think I might have more questions about you than you do about me." I smiled weakly.

He nodded, "Probably right."

I took a deep breath before asking any questions.

"Who got Lenora pregnant?" I asked.

I thought that would be a good starting point. It was what started everything.

"Reverend Teagardin. The new preacher that came to town." Arvin answered.

My eyes widened, "What?!"

"He took Lenora - and other girls - into the woods," Arvin began to explain.

He stared at the crystal in his hands and the liquid floating inside of it. He didn't once look up at me.

"He'd make them pray before they got started and he'd take advantage of them."

"Didn't he have-"

"A wife? Yeah. But he was abusin' her at home, too." He gulped.

"Oh my god. That's horrible." I sighed, my stomach feeling uneasy.

He finally looked up at me and I could feel his curiosity burn into me.

"Do you...do you still talk to Grandma?" He asked, his voice slightly shaky.

I smiled and nodded, "Yeah. I talked to her last week."

A slight smile grew on his face with relief, "How is she?"

"She's okay. She always talks about you and Lenora. Mostly you now, though. I mean, I never told her a thing about our last night and she still doesn't know about Lenora's pregnancy. She knows just as much as when you left."

He licked his teeth and nodded, "Thanks for keepin' in touch."

"Of course. I said I would, didn't I?" I grinned.

He nodded with a smile.

"So how about you? Livin' here in this big house with a big-shot fiance. Must be nice." He quirked his brow, taking a sip of his drink.

He was trying to pry something out of me, I could feel it.

"It's good. He takes care of me and we're happy." I stated.

"It's not boring?"

"No." I lied.

He tilted his head, "I can tell when you're lyin', y/n."

I scoffed, "You haven't seen me in five years and you think you can just come back here and tell me you know me so well? Don't start with that bullshit, Arvin."

He furrowed his brows, "Are you mad at me? What did I do?"

I rolled my eyes, "You don't know me, Arvin. So don't act like you do."

I sat my glass down and swiftly stood up from the couch. He did the same.

"I might not have seen you in years but I think I know you better than anyone on this planet. Am I right?" He asked, watching as I paced up and down in front of him.

I scoffed and shook my head.

"You're tellin' me that this guy- this guy - knows you better than I do?" Arvin lifted a picture of Will and I up to demonstrate.

"Yes. He does."

"Bullshit." He spat.

"You don't get to say shit like that Arvin. You know why?" I challenged, standing close to him with my hands on my hips.

"Why?" He retorted.

"Because you left! You left to murder someone! You'd have rather been a killer livin' with guilt for the rest of your life than to be with me." I shouted.

I didn't notice how close we were until he laughed and I could feel his familiar breath on my face.

"I had to do it. That preacher was no good. And neither was that cops sister and her dirt-bag husband." He snapped.

I blinked at him in confusion.

"Wh-what do you mean the cops sister and her husband?" I asked in a soft tone.

He looked away from me and gulped.

I gasped and held my hands over my mouth, "Did- did you-"

He grabbed and held my hands, "They were gonna kill me, y/n. They would take hitchhikers and murder them to take pictures with their dead bodies. I wasn't about to be the next one."

I widened my eyes, "They did what?!"

"And then I got caught out by the cop...his sister was the wife. He followed me to Knockemstiff and tried to shoot me with a shot gun. I had to, y/n. He was gonna kill me I-"

I could see the tears and the panic in his eyes. I just reached my hands up and wrapped them around his shoulders, bringing him into my arms. His face went into my neck and I could feel tears drip onto my skin. I threaded my fingers through his hair.

"I'm a bad person, y/n. I killed four people..." He sniffed.

"Arvin, look at me." I tugged him from my neck and cupped his cheeks.

"You are not a bad person. You were just caught up in some twisted shit and you had no other way. You are a good person, Arvin." I said sincerely, feeling tears spring into my own eyes.

"I lost you because of it, though I just- I can't-" He cried.

"I know." I sniffled, feeling a tear drip down my face.

I looked at him; teary, eyes swollen and red, complexion pale. I didn't know what else to do.

"You're a good person, Arvin." I said again, leaning up on my tip-toes to kiss his cheek.

He hummed at my touch and I kissed his other cheek, "You did nothin' wrong."

I went back to his right cheek and kissed it again like I needed to feel his skin on my lips once more.

Just as I went to kiss his other cheek, he leaned forward and caught my lips with his instead.

I gasped, pulling away from his body and looking at him, touching my fingers over my lips.

"I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that. You're an engaged woman and I-"

I launched forward, wrapping my arms around his neck and crashing my lips to his. It took a second to make sure it was real. But as his hands slid effortlessly onto my waist, I knew.

"You're the love of my life, Arvin. You always have been and always will be." I whispered, pulling away briefly.

He stared into my eyes but didn't say a word. But I knew what he was thinking. He kissed me again, our lips moved over each other's with fervour and passion, the excitement and thrill of tasting each other again for the first time in years. In too long. He felt and tasted the same but more mature and wiser.

He pushed me back by my waist until my back hit the wall. I let out a moan of surprise and pleasure. He smirked against my lips before devouring me again. His tongue slipped easily into my mouth and I hummed, fully tasting him. My fingers ran through and tugged at his hair, and his hands ran up and down my sides and my back.

His touch felt nostalgic but euphoric and in the heat of the moment, everything was perfect.

"Your lips taste amazing," He said breathlessly between sloppy kisses.

"So do yours." I replied.

He wrapped his hands around my back and skilfully unzipped my dress. It fell to the floor in a pool around my ankles. I brought my hands to his shoulders as our kiss got heavier, teasing his suspenders before sliding them off his arms. I began unbuttoning his shirt in a hurried fashion as his lips started trailing down my jaw to my neck. I was finally able to push the fabric from his shoulders and then pulling his vest over his head.

And as his hands came down to my thighs to lift me up and around his torso, and as he carried me up and into my bedroom; I knew that he was it. He was the person I was destined to be with. He was the love of my life.

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5 years later

(Play ‘That Old Feeling’ by Doris Day now)

I placed the needle carefully onto the record and turned it up.

I walked through the house and got to the porch where I looked out and saw Arvin and Jack playing catch. I stood with a grin as my husband and 4 year old played enthusiastically - the old baseball still intact and very much in use.

I crouched down and placed the 2 year old who rested on my hip, onto the ground. She wobbled slightly but quickly got up and running. She made her way to the stairs which I quickly intervened and grabbed her hand to help her down onto the soil.

"Go get Daddy, Charlotte. Go!" I laughed, pointing to Arvin.

She squealed happily and ran towards her Dad, arms flailing clumsily as she sprinted. Arvin stopped the game of catch briefly as he saw his daughter coming towards him.

"Hey princess!" He grinned, crouching to his knees and grabbing his daughter.

He lifted her up and sat her on his knee, handing her the ball.

"Throw the ball to Jack, Charlotte!" Arvin prompted, pointing to the blonde haired boy who stood confidently.

She babbled a few words and then threw the ball onto the ground. At least she attempted. I whooped and clapped as I walked over.

"Good job, baby!" I praised in a baby voice.

Arvin stood up, letting Charlotte run around with her brother for a while, the dog joining them, enthusiastically bounding around them.

"Hey, handsome." I grinned as I reached Arvin.

"Hey, beautiful." He smiled.

He wrapped an arm around my waist and kissed me, tongue briefly slipping into my mouth. I hummed in surprise and pulled away.

"Careful, Arvin or you'll be makin' another one of those tonight." I giggled.

We stood side by side, an arm wrapped around each other's back as we watched Jack attempt to play catch with his sister.

"Why don't we make another one, then?" Arvin suggested.

I looked at him with raised brows, "If you want to push one out of your ass, then by all means let's do it."

He chuckled, "I'm serious, y/n."

I turned to face him and he wrapped his arms around my waist while I played with the bottom of his hair.

"Another baby girl or boy? With a dog?" I laughed.

"Yeah...I mean it's crazy but it's our crazy." He smirked.

"Hmm, depends how nice you treat me tonight." I bit my lip.

He held back a shit-eating grin, "Oh...you're so gettin' knocked up tonight."

I gasped, smacking his chest with a laugh.

"I love you." He smiled.

"I love you, too."

"Forever?" He quipped.

"And ever." I smiled.

And we meant it.

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A/N: oh my god. that's the mini-series done! i loved writing for Arvin it was fun with the southern dialogue and the 60s time period! i hope you all enjoyed reading as much as i enjoyed writing. If you'd like to request any one shots, head over to my instagram @tomholland1510 to request!

ALSO!! bonus points to anyone who understands the easter eggs in the kids' names! do they seem familiar? ;)

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(4/32) “All I ever thought about was getting out of that house. I’d spend hours watching those old black-and white Hollywood musicals, with Esther Williams doing ballet in the water. She’d be surrounded by rows and rows of smiling white women, kicking their legs high in the air. I’d fantasize about running away from home and dancing right alongside them. That’s the problem with growing up in a white world. You think you can do anything that white people can do. By the time I was a teenager, the only black person I knew was an old lady at our church. I didn’t know anything about black culture.  I didn’t know anything about black music.  I had an entire record collection, and my favorite album was Rhapsody in Blue, that’s how white I was. I began to feel like I didn’t belong, which is probably why I fell in love with the first black guy who would talk to me. His name was Birdie. And he was from the hood, but he didn’t act like a hood guy. He had a car. He took me places. I don’t remember much else about him. I just remember that he told me he loved me, which I believed cause I was stupid. I didn’t know what the fuck love was. I was all alone. There was nobody to discuss girly stuff with: this happened, that happened, none of that stuff. So when Birdie told me that all I had to do was pee after sex, I believed him. And you can guess what happened. Three months later I was pregnant. I knew my mother was going to kill me. But Birdie came to my house, and showed her this big, fake diamond ring. He spun this story about how he was going to bring me to New York and give me this great life. My mother actually seemed impressed. I think she was happy to be getting rid of me. And I was excited too. The plan was for Birdie to go ahead to New York and find us an apartment. I’d drop out of school and follow behind a few weeks later. I remember arriving in Penn Station, four months pregnant, thinking I was about to have The American Dream. Birdie showed up with flowers in his hand. Then he gave me a kiss and told me to go back upstate. Turns out he was already married, and his wife was some sort of invalid, so he decided that he couldn’t leave her. I was shit out of luck.”