#Best Place to Sell Old Diamond Ring

[buymydiamond]

If you are planning to Sell Your Diamond Ring, make sure you know all about the procedure. With the right knowledge, you can get a good amount for your ring. You can sell a diamond ring both online and offline and get a fair price. In this guide, we will tell you all about how and where you can sell your diamond ring.

[selldiamond]

Discover the best places to sell diamond rings online and locally. Learn how to value your diamond, explore selling options, and maximize your return when selling your engagement ring.

[webuydiamond]

5 Factors That Affect Diamond Ring Value

Learn the top 5 factors that affect diamond ring value, from the 4Cs to market trends, and get tips on successfully selling your wedding ring online or locally in the UK.

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[sellyourdiamond]

Selling an Engagement Ring can be a daunting task, but with proper preparation and research, it can be a rewarding experience. Consider selling through a reputable jeweller, online marketplace, or private sale. Be open to negotiation, but also know the ring's worth to ensure a fair price.

[ashen-char]

if it's not you (i don't wanna talk)

ship: anora x reader (gender neutral)

content: no warnings except ani being a disney adult <3

summary: security!reader and ani have been hooking up. gaining her trust is hard after vanya.

word count: 1600+

Ani takes a long, pissed-off drag of her cigarette, standing outside of HQ with little more than her puffer jacket over her shoulders. The rest of her clothes are typical work attire for the erotic dancer, mesh stockings, high sparkly pleasers, a tight red dress with loose straps that accentuates her figure but comes off with a single motion during her routine. As she exhales a plume of smoke, her eyes lock with yours. You're standing barely ten feet away, stationed by the entrance with your arms crossed as you check everyone who goes in and out. Life as part of HQ's security detail has gotten a lot more interesting after you and Ani started hooking up. Right now, you try not to let your gaze flit over her body, clearing your throat and staying on task.

For her part, Ani also doesn't let your illicit affair slip, talking to Lulu as if you're not even there. "What a fucking waste of time, Lu!" Ani spits, turning to her best friend and fellow dancer who's leaning back against the brick wall, vape poking out from her mouth. "Did you notice the way those assholes have been acting all night? Not tipping for shit, and sure as hell didn't wanna go into a private."

"Fuckin' cheapskates. Tell me about it, girl," Lulu agrees. "I convinced this old dude back to room 6 and for what? Barely enough cash to cover my cab fare home!"

"You'd think they could show a little appreciation, y'know? Buying overpriced drinks and getting sloppy drunk, but not a fucking dime to show for it," Ani scoffs, accent sharp and biting. "I forgot how much this place sucks. Two weeks away and I'm already bitching."

"If he didn't take you on that Disney World honeymoon, you should sell the ring and go yourself, at least," Lulu offers.

"Yeah, tell me about it. Maybe if Jimmy stops being such an asshat about the 'long leave' I took."

They've been swapping this cig and vape as they talked for the last ten minutes, something you had to start counting since Jimmy told you to limit the dancers' smoke breaks to 15 minutes, tops. If you give Ani some extra time to cool off on the down low, no one had to know. She still had that faraway look in her eye sometimes, after coming back from her 'failed marriage' as Diamond would call it.

Your footsteps crunch on the pavement as you approach the two, clipboard in hand. Ani stands up straight at the sight of you, and you hate the way she tenses up, jaw set. You miss the stolen flirtation, the steamy glances she'd throw your way, and the touches you'd let graze over Ani's skin when no one was watching. Miss the way she'd laugh at your jokes even if no one else heard them. Miss the way she'd roll her eyes but melt into your touch whenever you held her.

"Five minutes 'til you have to go back in, Lulu. Think Jimmy mentioned one of your regulars is coming?" A little white lie. You wanna talk to Ani, wanna get things sorted after the last time you two 'hung out'. She's been avoiding being alone with you since last Tuesday, when you left before she woke up, so you haven't had the chance to explain. Explain that it was a family emergency, explain that you didn't plan on leaving her, explain that her bed is one of the few places you can actually rest and relax. 

Fuck. You're so sprung.

"Oh, Peter?" Lulu giggles, already fixing up her skirt and her hair at the mention of her regular. "Alright, I'm heading back in. You coming with, Ani?"

Ani's arms cross over her chest, something you can tell is a defensive posture but hopefully Lulu only takes as the same annoyance at the Headquarters cheapskates. "Nah, I'll just finish this," she tells her friend, flicking off some ash from her cigarette and giving Lulu an 'I'm fine' smile. "Go on ahead, I'll see you inside." The blonde accepts this easily, flashing you a polite goodbye as she enters through HQ's double doors.

A beat. Ani isn't looking at you, apparently having decided that the glowing ember at the end of her cig is fascinating. She passes it to you wordlessly but doesn't wanna be the one break the silence. Fair enough.

You sigh. Taking a quick drag since she offered, your words come out with the smoke into the hazy air. "Can we talk? I know I fucked up, but-"

Even that is enough to make the stripper scoff, a bitter laugh escaping her cherry red lips. "Talk?" Anora shakes her head. "Last time we talked, you left." An accusatory finger jabs at your chest, the pointed acrylic of her nail digging in and making it hurt almost as much as her hateful tone. "Before the crack of dawn. Without. A. Damn. Word." Her voice rises with each word, and you glance towards the door to make sure no one overheard.

"Listen to me. I had an emergency. Family shit." Her bitter expression softens the slightest bit, going from a grimace to a frown. "Not that I gotta explain myself to you, since you made it plenty clear we're just fooling around but... I'm not the type to fuck around on a woman I care about."

"Care about?" Ani nods, all sarcastic as she nods and finally, finally looks up into your eyes. "Don't make me fucking laugh, OK? I don't have time for this. I got shit to do. Break's almost over."

"I'll tell Jimmy your break just started now," you barter, but she just laughs, stubbing out her cigarette on the wall and turning on her heel. "Don't run away."

Before you realise it, you've grabbed her elbow. Anora stops. She didn't have to, your touch is barely holding her there, and she could stomp away easily if she really didn't want to hear you out. It tells you she wants to hear this. Wants some assurance that this isn't it, this isn't all you see her as. "Run away? You're the one who ran off, you jackass." And you hate the implicit comparison in that, hate that she's seeing you like her immature dirtbag of an ex.

"I didn't mean to. I should've told you, I know. I didn't think about how it'd look." It's not an explanation but it'll have to be enough. "And I do care. I thought I made that obvious."

She looks at you for a long moment, staring, searching for something in your eyes like she's desperate to believe you. That you really do care, in some fucked-up small way.

"Oh yeah? You care?" she says, in that higher voice she puts on whenever she's mocking whatever poor soul got on her bad side. It stings, but not so bad as the idea that she thinks she's hard to care about. Finds it impossible now, after her runaway pathetic excuse of a husband that left her broken and back on the Headquarters' roster.

"Yes, I do."

She rolls her eyes, but there's no affection in them now. Not like the last time she did it when you two were cuddled up in her bed. "So what was the emergency? Hm?" Ani tilts her head, stalking closer, getting up in your space. "No, actually, you know what? Fuckin' tell me a single thing you know about me that isn't about how good of a fuck I am, or how I feel stretched out on your fingers."

Without skipping a beat, you surprise even yourself when the next words fall out of your mouth. Little things you've noticed when you sleep over, like how she decorates her space or what things make her pretty face fall. "You collect those stupid little Disney figurines that they sell in mystery boxes but don't open them right away because it gives you something to look forward to," you tell her. "Your full name's Anora Mikheeva. You don't like the way it sounds when someone pronounces it wrong, but you don't like when they pronounce it right either. Sounds like your sister when she's yelling at you."

Blinking rapidly, she looks at you like you've grown a second head. You think for a moment that you said too much, showed Ani all your cards, before she starts laughing. "Fuck. What are you, a stalker?" And well, the way she smiles now actually looks impressed. "Fine. I guess you don't just wanna get into my panties, whatever. Kinda sweet of you."

Ani's gaze drops to the ground again, and she kicks at a pebble with the toe of her pleaser. She chews on her bottom lip as she thinks about what you said. You're right, of course, she's got those cute little fuckers lined up on her shelf because they make her smile each afternoon when she's fixing up her hair tinsel. The mystery boxes are a little thrill she gives herself, a silly hobby that makes her feel like a kid again. Cause she grew up too fast.

"Well, so what?" Ani says, but her voice lacks its usual bite. She wants to stand her ground, but she's unconvinced. Noticing things like that is nice, but doesn't explain how you could leave without warning, doesn't convince her that she's cared about for once. "That don't mean shit. You don't know the real me." She wraps her arms around herself tightly, feeling suddenly vulnerable. "No one does." Ani shakes her head, trying to dispel the thoughts racing through her mind.

Your fingertips linger on her skin, as she shifts her arm away, but at least she doesn't turn to go. "I want to," you tell her. "Give me a chance to try."

You must have sounded just genuine enough, because you feel the tell-tale sign of Anora melting into your touch. Accepting your presence. "Buy me an extra mystery box and we're even. And don't even think about ditching me again."

[redrose10]

Hey, Could I, please, have a story with picture number 2? It'd be awesome if you could turn it into a time traveller story, but you don't have to. I fully trust your talent and skills.

On the other hand, I think it's awesome how you could turn having very bad anxiety and panic attacks into such a nice short story. I hope you're better now. I don't know if you wrote it for the sake of the story or if it's true for you too, but The Last and Snooze are my two favourite songs from Yoongi :) I really loved that part in the story where you wrote about Yoongi's indigestion problems, it made me laugh.

Take care and get well soon :)

They are great songs that help a lot!

I hope this is okay. It’s kind of time traveler-ish but probably not what you were expecting. It’s spooky season themed too.

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Here is number 2 from the picture game!

Warnings: mentions of death, very slightly suggestive, angst

Disclaimer: Some things may not be correct for the time period. I tried my best.

“Spells, Potions, and Magic, Solutions for the Everyday Witch”, you rolled your eyes before tossing the heavy ornate book into a box. You always knew that your neighbor Ms. M as she was called was a little on the odd side but when her daughter offered you $200 to clean out her moms home after she passed away, as a broke college student you couldn’t say no.

It was simple. You could keep anything you wanted and everything else got chucked into a large dumpster that was sitting outside. There was also this book that apparently Ms.M had insisted you have even though you thought it was a little weird. Other than the book you kept a few pots and pans, a couple vintage sweaters, and what looked like a handmaid quilt. You had a box of stuff you thought that maybe you could sell for a little extra cash too.

You felt bad just throwing away this woman’s entire life like she had never existed but that’s what you were paid to do.

After you were all finished you collected your payment and your items and headed back home to your place.

The box of stuff you were planning to sell consisted of mostly some jewelry, a very old vase, a Chanel purse you were praying was real, and the spell book. You knew the campus bookstore would definitely send some cash or at least store credit your way for that one and you did not want it taking up space in your already cramped home.

After making yourself some dinner your curiosity got the best of you and you started flipping through the pages of the book.

‘How to turn your enemy into a frog. A step by step guide.’, you rolled your eyes because how original?

‘Black cat following you around? Use this spell to reveal their true identity.’, okay maybe the cat is just hungry you laughed.

‘Death by chocolate cake’, you 100% expected to find just a normal recipe for chocolate cake which you did until the very last ingredient said a touch of arsenic and you realized they weren’t kidding about the death part.

Interestingly there was one page in particular that seemed to have been opened to more times than the others.

‘How to bring someone back from the twilight.’, useful I guess if someone accidentally ate your death by chocolate cake you chuckled.

You wondered if maybe Ms.M had spent much of her life trying to bring someone back from the dead, maybe a former lover. She was probably so grief stricken she was desperate and thought something as ridiculous as a spell could work. You felt bad for the woman and whomever it was that she thought she could bring back.

Putting the book aside you started going through some of the jewelry you took to see what was profitable. What looked to be a man’s ring caught your attention first. It was very intricate with a beautiful carving of what you thought was a jaguar. The eyes appeared to be made out of diamonds or so you hoped because that would definitely up the value when you try to sell it.

You went through some of the other jewelry but for some reason that book kept pulling your attention back to it. You went back to the page with the spell about bringing someone back. As you fidgeted with the jaguar ring you began to read,

“When the moon reaches full peak and the skies are clear, read this verse, there is nothing to fear. Lost in the twilight, shall be no more. Once true loves companion, completes the lore.”, what the hell you laughed. You would have thought this was meant as a Halloween book for toddlers or something if it wasn’t for the recipe on how to murder someone with chocolate cake.

Having had enough you decided it was time for bed and you’d deal with the stuff after your classes tomorrow. You kept the ring with you wanting to make sure it was safe and went upstairs to finish your nightly routine.

When you woke up the next morning you stretched feeling a little sore from all the heavy lifting you did the day before. You reached over to turn off your alarm clock when you felt an arm wrap around your waist and pull you close. It took a second for you to realize what just happened and that someone was currently in your bed with you, but once it hit you, it hit you like a bus.

You jumped out of bed in one quick movement stumbling for your light switch. Once the room was illuminated you got a good look at who was in your bed.

A man, yes a full grown man was peacefully sleeping next to you and at one point had his arm wrapped around you.

You had experienced one night stands before. It wasn’t your favorite thing to do but you had needs too. Never though had you ever had a one night stand that you didn’t remember. And you didn’t even leave your house last night so how did this happen?

What made you even more curious was that this guy didn’t look like the typical guys you were used to seeing around town. His hair was dark black and wavy and long, one side gently tucked behind his ear. His skin care routine must’ve been top notch because he didn’t have a single blemish and judging by how pale he was he either rarely left his house or was strict about sun protection. His clothes are what threw you off the most. Most of the guys you were around wore tshirts, hoodies, jeans, sweats and things like that. Not this guy. He looked like he was straight out of an 1800’s men’s fashion magazine, if that thing existed back then. The worst part was that you caught yourself staring at him a little too long. He was breathtakingly beautiful and you were a little sad that you didn’t remember anything from your time with him because you definitely would’ve liked to.

And then you reminded yourself that he was some guy you didn’t know and you should probably wake him up so he could get the hell out of your house and you could go on with your day.

Gently you poked at his shoulder but with no reaction. So you poked a little harder. This time he swatted at your hand and pouted which only made him look more beautiful.

So then you poked him even harder, “Um excuse me.”

This time he groaned before opening his eyes to look at you. It took a second but then he screamed and jumped out of the bed making you scream and jump back towards the door.

“Who are you?”, he asked groggy and out of breath.

That hurt a little that he didn’t remember you even though you were in the same boat but you’d like to think you were unforgettable so how dare he?

“Y/N, who are you?”

“Min Yoongi.”

“Okay Yoongi well whatever we did last night is over so it’s time for you to get going. I have class to get to.”, you said motioning towards the door.

You must’ve hit snooze instead of off on your alarm because it started making that familiar annoying ringing again.

Yoongi quickly brought his hands to his face to shield himself and he slightly crouched down, “What is that thing? Is it going to explode?”

You looked at him confused. “I wish. It’s just the alarm clock on my phone.”, you said showing him that you were turning it off.

He stood back up and smoothly moved his hair back behind his ear.

“Mmhm, where is the lavatory?”, he asked suddenly.

“I’m sorry what?”

“The lavatory, latrine…the toilet?”

“Ohh down the hall and first door on the left.”, you said pointing. He walked past you with a nod and you heard the door click shut.

“Jeeze, where did I find this guy?”, you asked yourself.

You took the time that he was in the bathroom to get dressed and went downstairs thankful that you had a second bathroom so you could finish getting ready there. Once you were done you went into the kitchen and got your coffee going and poured yourself a bowl of cereal, too tired to really cook anything. You took the book and the rest of the stuff from the night before and tossed it in the box so that it was out of the way.

After a few minutes Yoongi walked into the kitchen. You were kind of annoyed that he didn’t get the hint to leave but you still wanted to be polite because that was who you were, “Would you like some coffee?”

He nodded so you poured him a cup, “I have pumpkin spice or caramel macchiato flavored creamers.”

He looked at you with a straight face, “Pumpkins aren’t spicy.”

“Okay black it is.”, you whispered handing him the mug.

“Would you like some cereal?”, you asked.

Thankfully he shook his head because you had no idea how you would explain why your breakfast cereal had different colored marshmallows in it, something you just knew he would question.

You ate in awkward silence hoping he would eventually just get up and leave after realizing you weren’t interested.

Your phone which had been sitting on the counter charging dinged with a notification making Yoongi flinch back. “Why does that thing keep making noises?”, he asked still shaken.

“Well it’s a phone. That’s what they do.”, you said starting to get annoyed.

“Well back in my day there was only one phone for the whole city and it was attached to a wall at the courthouse and only made one sound.”, he said just as annoyed.

You took another bite of cereal unsure how to answer that but knowing that you needed to get this man out of your house and then reevaluate your life decisions.

“So uh did you need me to call you an Uber or something?”

“Uber?”

“Or Lyft or taxi or give you money for the bus?”, you said running out of options.

“Do you not have a horse and buggy to take me home in?”, he asked as if you were the odd one in this situation.

Slowly you shook your head, “Noooooo I’m sorry my buggy is currently in the shop and my horse is on vacation.”

You realized rather quickly that he did not appreciate the joke.

No longer having an appetite you started to collect your dishes when Yoongi grabbed your hand. He inspected it closely and that’s when you released you were still wearing the ring.

“How did you get that? That’s my ring.”, he asked.

“Umm it was in my neighbors stuff that I helped clear out yesterday.”

“Your neighbor? Where is she? I must see her.”

You were taken back a little by his outburst.

“Well she died about a month ago so I don’t really know how I can do that.”

Yoongi scoffed, “Good, I hope she’s burning in hell where she belongs that evil shrew.”

You raised an eyebrow not having heard anyone use that word outside of movies.

“How did it happen? Was she hung from the gallows? Slowly and painfully from Cholera?”, he asked a little too excited.

“Ummm she was like 100 million years old so I’m guessing that had something to do with it.”

“What year is it?”, he asked suddenly?

“2024”

“About 221.”, he stated matter of factly.

“I’m sorry?”

“She…your neighbor…Lenora…She was born in 1803 so she would be 221 years old.”

“And you know this how?”

“She’s my little sister.”

“Oookkkaayy”, you said, “Why is it always the hottest ones that are the craziest?”

“I am neither hot nor crazy. It’s quite chilly actually.” Yoongi said after overhearing you.

“No hot means like attractive, sexy, good looking.”, you said before feeling your cheeks heat up at the realization. Thankfully it seemed like he didn’t really understand anyways so you moved on.

“Sooo I’m gonna call someone to come give you a ride.”, you said reaching for your phone.

“A ride…with a horse?”

You smiled, “Uh no in a car with flashing lights that plays a song as it’s driving so people know to get out of the way.”

He looked impressed and nodded his head in acceptance.

“There it is!! I knew that evil witch had it this whole time.”, he suddenly gasped making you jump forgetting about the call you were trying to make.

Yoongi reached over taking the spell book that you had thrown in the box.

“I was looking for this. I knew she had it but she refused to give it back. She probably knew I’d become even stronger with it in my possession.”

“Stronger?”

He nodded, “Yes and then I’d become The Supreme.”

“The Supreme?”

He sighed, “The Supreme Witch. We’re witches. Do they teach nothing at school any more?”

“Sorry I haven’t taken Witches 101 yet. I’ll see if they offer it next semester.”

He shook his head, “Don’t bother. I’ll teach you.”

You sighed but took a seat anyways.

“You see every two hundred years a new supreme is appointed to each coven. A selection of witches go through seven different tests to gage their strengths and weaknesses. My sister and I were in the finale up against each other tied three to three. She knew there was no way she could beat me in the finale test on her own. So somehow she disabled my protector spell while I was sleeping and she used a curse to send me to the twilight. I’ve been stuck there ever since…until you got me out somehow. Are you a witch by the way? What family do you belong to?”

You chuckled, “Yeah definitely not a witch. All I did was read something from that book. It was a page that seemed to be used a lot. Maybe your sister was trying to get you back.” He started flipping though the pages of the book when a photo fell out. It was black and white and low quality but you could still make it out. Yoongi stood smiling next to a woman you figured to be his sister and former neighbor. You could definitely see the resemblance of your former elderly neighbor in the young smiling woman’s face. Yoongi looked exactly the same just with a big gummy smile that made your heart race.

He smirked as he looked over the photo, “Doubt it. We’ve always hated each other.”

He read something on the back that you couldn’t see before tucking the photo in the book.

“Can you take me to the city? I need to speak with someone.”, he suddenly asked.

You checked the time and figured since you were already late for class and probably dead for all you knew at this point, you agreed.

“Sure but first we need to get you to change your clothes.”

Yoongi looked offended, “What’s wrong with my clothes? These are very expensive and in high fashion.”

“Maybe in the 1800s but right now you look ridiculous.”, you chuckled.

Thankfully you had a stash of your brothers clothes that he always forgot whenever he visited you and they might just fit your new friend.

When he finally came downstairs your mouth unapologetically dropped open. You thought he looked good before but this was on a whole other level. The jeans fit perfectly. The tshirt a tinsy tiny bit too tight in the arms and chest area but no one would complain. The Jordans that you knew your brother would kill you if he saw you letting anyone else wear looked like they were made just for Yoongi. He had put his hair in a half up half down situation and you were wondering where he got the hair tie from but you didn’t care because you were ready to buy them in bulk for him anyways.

“NOW I look ridiculous. This is how men dress these days?”, he said feeling insecure with you staring at him.

“You know if we stop at the seamstress I’ll have her patch your brothers pants. Poor guy can’t even afford to fix the holes.”, he continued.

“It’s done on purpose. They’re supposed to look like that.”, you laughed

This time it was Yoongi’s mouth that dropped open, “Wait so he actually pays money to buy pants that already have holes in them?”

You nodded and laughed, “Yeah a lot of money too.”

He shook his head in disbelief.

In the car you showed him how to use the seatbelt and once he was comfortable you started the engine.

“Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday

Seven days a week

Every hour, every minute, every second

You know, night after night

I'll be lovin' you right, seven days a week”, blasted through the speakers reminded you that you were definitely not the same person you were last night so you turned the volume way down.

“Ugh what is that racket?”, Yoongi questioned with his hands over his ears.

“That’s Jungkook. He’s like one of the most popular musicians right now.”

“This is considered music now?!”

“Yeah it is.”, you laughed showing him a photo of Jungkook on your phone.

“He’s adorable.”, Yoongi cooed, “And HE’S the one that sings such a stupid song about days of the week?”

“Well the song is not really about days of the week”.

Yoongi stared waiting for you to continue, “It’s about…it’s about sex.”

His eyes went wide. “And they let that be played to the public?”, he hissed almost more embarrassed than you.

“Yeah this song is pretty mild compared to others.”, you chuckled.

You offered to drive in silence but Yoongi insisted on listening to more of this Jungkook fellows music which you happily obliged.

“Where exactly are we headed? I kind of need to know where to drive.”, you asked.

“Well it’s a book store. It’s right next to the horse stable and across from the general store.”

“Okay well uh I’ll start driving and you tell me if anything looks familiar.”

Yoongi was amazed by all of the new technology. Traffic lights, billboards, hundreds of cars passing by.

“Wait wait wait…So we don’t even have to get out of the car? They just hand us the drink through that little window?”, he asked after you had stopped to use a drive thru for a snack.

You smiled as you watched his eyes light up when he sipped on a pumpkin spice latte completely forgetting about his disdain about it earlier.

Eventually you somehow made it to the location he wanted which also happened to be the campus bookstore.

You followed Yoongi inside and watched as he walked right up to Jimin who was standing at the counter.

“Hi Y/N”, he smiled until he noticed Yoongi standing next to you, “Yo-Yoongi?”

“It’s been a while. How is Emmy?”, he asked.

“She’s good. We have two kids now, two little girls.”

Yoongi nodded, “I’m so glad to hear that. I’d love to meet them.”

“You look good.”, Jimin praised him but Yoongi scoffed, “I look absolutely ridiculous.”

“No man this is what the kids these days are wearing. You fit right in.”

You watched on in awe as you found out that the guy who worked at the campus bookstore whom you at one point had a small crush on was apparently a 250 year old witch who was also married to a fairy. And he was now talking to a 250 year old witch who you accidentally brought back from something called the twilight where his sister, your deceased elder neighbor, sent him over a hundred years or so ago. You thought you were going crazier by the minute.

“So do you have it still?”, you heard Yoongi ask Jimin.

“Yeah uh she dropped it off about six weeks ago. She probably knew her time was coming. I thought about throwing it away since I didn’t think there was any chance but I’m glad I saved it since you’re here.”, he said handing over a small envelope to Yoongi.

“Thank you.”, he nodded before turning to leave the store. You said goodbye and followed after him outside.

Once back in your car he stared at the envelope in his hands. His name elaborately written on the front.

You remained silent realizing that he was going through something. It seemed like he was afraid of whatever was in that letter.

Gently he broke open the seal watching as the letter floated up in front of him and unfolded. A voice that you recognized as your neighbors began to speak,

“Hello brother, Good to see that you finally made it out of the twilight. I admit that I only sent you there because I fully believed you would be able to get yourself out of there in no time.

Honestly every-time a black cat crossed my path I thought it was going to be you. I know they were your favorite to shift into. If I had known that I’d never see you again though, I never would’ve done it. I missed you Yoongi. It was hard going through life without you. I hope that you can forgive me and maybe we can see each other again one day.

I left the spell book with my neighbor. Her name is Y/N. I think you’ll like her. She’s got a good head on her shoulders and there’s something special about her. I can sense it. I think she could be the one.

Take care Yoongi. Love your little sister and still the better witch, Lenora.”

There was a spark and then then letter burst into a hundred little pieces before disappearing into nothing.

“Ar-Are you okay?”, you asked after noticing he hadn’t moved.

He smiled, “Yeah better than I thought I would be. That’s all I ever wanted from her. An apology and to know she was okay.”

You nodded then began to drive home when he cleared his throat, “Y/N, can I court you?”

“I’m sorry, what?”, you chuckled.

“Can I court you? Like we spend time together and talk and hold hands and then kiss and then eventually we partake in the sexual pleasure of each other?”

You choked on air, “Oh you’re asking me out, like on a date?”

“Sure if that’s what you want to call it.”

“Yes I’ll go on a date with you but let’s start with dinner or coffee and then slowly work our way up to sexual pleasures.”, you smiled hoping he couldn’t see you blush.

He shrugged his shoulders, “I mean you did call me hot and I have been told that my tongue can work magic on the body that no spell could ever do but suit yourself. We can stick to pumpkin spice lattes if you’d prefer.”

You awkwardly laughed before deciding to hit the gas pedal just a tiny bit harder.

[smallestdogswilldie]

i started my new job i sell jewelry at a family owned place and earn commission and 1) didnt know there were regulars whose watxh battery dies after every fucking 1 week 2) didnt know there were regulars at all 3) best opening line walking over to someone looking in a case “lookin at everything that sparkles and shines? i can’t help but do a double take when I walk by the diamond case” and it gets such a warm or hearty laugh every time its so corny but i love acting but im also being serious 4) people have such sentiment with their jewelry and its kinda sweet. met a lady whose daughter died in 2001 (the lady couldnt have been older than 55) and had just begun to clean out her daughters room, she brought in a dinky costume ring but she found it in her daughters room, and wants it molded and recreated with sterling and a diamond and had “never been in a jewelry store before” and was really sweet . She will leave a lasting impression on me 5) my manager saw how tarnished my cuban link gold plate chain was and ordered me a new one for 10% of the price i paid for the exact same one and said it was her welcome gift to me 6) it does not feel like i work 40 hours. its so nicely paced and theres so much to learn and it’s really cool 7) i really like the little eyeglasses and diamond testers and little tools 8) repairman is giving sweet old grandpa that likes to shoot the shit with you, will be so busy and answer any question and fully stop what he is doing, always in a good mood and loves what he does 9) i fucking cleaned and polished my sterling silver and it is unrecognizable. its stunning

[aquilapolariz]

in business, in life (silvio ricci x oc [hyacinth])

Event: Ikemen Prince gift exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen || Hugehugehuge thank you to these two for being such amazing organizers and guiding me through my first-ever gift exchange <3

This was written for the lovely @tacogawa ! This is something I wouldn’t normally write, so I hope I did your OC and Silvio justice- i had so much fun and inspiration writing this, plz enjoy!!

Summary: Silvio claims he’s the best businessman in all of Rhodiolite and Benitoite combined. After finalizing an investment plan with his fiance in her bookstore, she challenges that claim in a series of business competitions!

Notes/Warnings/Tags: Established relationship (Silvio and Hyacinth are engaged) + Found family with Leon, Clavis, Jin, and Nokto aka some of the other princes that were requested + my attempts at humor + fluff at the end; EXTREMEEELLYY minor spoilers for Silvio’s backstory, it’s only there if you squint!

Word Count: ~2.7k

“There’s one last thing I need to show you,” Hyacinth declared, close to finishing up the tour of her bookshop. She stopped right in front of an unassuming door that said STAFF ONLY.

“I don’t need to see your supply closet, Hyacinth,” Silvio said brashly.

“But-”

“I trust that you know how to spend your money on cleaning expenses and your facilities.”

“Oh,” she blinked. “Why can’t you ever give a straightforward compliment?”

“It’s like you always say: I’m hopeless.” A ghost of a smile could be seen upon Silvio’s lips.

Hyacinth playfully rolled her eyes at him, “At least you’re self-aware.” She gestured to the door, “This is not my supply closet, though. It’s, well, let me just-” Slowly opening the door, she walked inside the room and turned on the light switch. Silvio followed closely behind.

His eyes scanned the room which was filled with rows of display cases containing gems of all colors and sizes, reflecting light from the chandeliers dangling overhead. Some were unrefined, but many of them were polished, placed within jewelry as the center stones of rings or hanging onto necklaces and bracelets. “Not bad,” he said. He held some unrefined sapphire in his hand and squinted. “These are…Obsidianite, aren’t they? All of them are.”

Hyacinth nodded.

“How did you manage to obtain these?”

“Remember how my parents were Benitoitian pirates? I still have some connections, some old friends who provide me with a…variety of goods, some would say.”

“That’s one hell of a way to stimulate the economy.” Silvio ran his hands along the display cases, “Always full of surprises, ain’t ya?”

“I just thought you should know now since you’re actually planning on moving forward with investing,” Hyacinth explained. “If, somehow, I get caught, I don’t want you to be in hot water too. Not as a prince of Benitoite.”

He snorted. “Is that really why you haven’t told me about this? If I’m investing, there’s no way you’d get caught, and even if you did, I’d bribe them into silence.”

Hyacinth let out a breath of relief. “So, really, this is okay?”

“Business is business. Though, this ain’t the way I’d do it.”

“Oh yeah?” Hyacinth crossed her arms and leaned against the door frame as she watched her partner walk through the room. “How would the great Prince Silvio do it?”

“First of all,” he picked up a necklace with a sparkling light pink diamond, laying it on his palm to see how it would reflect the light. “I would store these better. The light and humidity here can degrade some of them over time.”

Hyacinth sighed. “I know that. You think I have enough money to get full-scale climate control here?”

“Second of all, the reason you’re not making enough money for that is because this is a bookshop,” he continued, ignoring his fiance. “I would auction these off instead of running this store underground. You’re not gonna reach the right audience by selling these here.”

“I’m not trying to sell to rich strangers. I like forging personal relationships with my buyers. I want these gems and jewelry to go to the people who will take care of them.”

“You’re not making any money like that.” Silvio put the diamond necklace around Hyacinth’s neck and whispered into her ear. “This is why I’m the better business person out of the two of us.”

Hyacinth stepped forward and turned around to face Silvio. “No way!”

Silvio smirked, ignoring Hyacinth’s words while admiring how beautiful she looked with a diamond necklace that matched the engagement ring he gave her.

“Silvio, you are not checking me out right now!”

He merely shrugged.

“Okay,” she paused as the gears turned in her head. “I challenge you to a barter battle,” she said, pointing her index finger at him. Hyacinth’s eyes flitted around the room. “Whoever can trade up to the most valuable item-“ her eyes landed on a pencil next to Silvio. She grabbed the pencil from the table and shoved it towards Silvio “-from this pencil, is the better businessperson.”

He took the pencil from her, unimpressed. “Y’know you’re talking to the number one negotiator in all of Benitoite and Rhodiolite, right?”

“Do you accept my challenge or not?”

He sighed. “You know you’re gonna lose, right?”

“We’ll see about that,” Hyacinth replied. “Okay. If we’re doing this, though, we need to do it properly. We need a third party to determine the value of our final goods.” She tapped her chin thoughtfully, “Ah, yes! Jin and Leon should be in town later in the evening. I’m sure they wouldn’t mind.”

“Those two aren’t qualified to judge-”

“You’re scared to lose, aren’t you?” Hyacinth asked, taunting him.

“As if, woman. Even with their biased judgment, I’ll still win,” he smirked, flashing a cocky smile.

“May the best businessperson win!” Hyacinth exclaimed triumphantly.

+++

“After our long deliberation,” Jin started, “we are now ready to declare a winner.”

Hyacinth couldn’t stand still, the air around her was charged with anticipation. Meanwhile, Silvio stood still next to her, his arms crossed with a cocky smile on his face.

“Before we do that though, we just wanna say that we thought both of you did a great job and that the final monetary value was very high from each final item, much more than we expected,” Leon stated cordially. “The winner of this barter battle is Hyacinth!”

Silvio’s jaw dropped momentarily, stunned into silence.

Hyacinth grinned, “Aw, thank you so much, guys. Not for choosing me as the winner, but for taking the time out of your busy schedules to do this.”

“Of course, Hyacinth! You’re family, we’re glad to do anything we can. Plus, we haven’t been able to see you as much ever since Silvio took you away,” Leon teased.

“Yeah, it’s not fair that he gets to have you all to himself now,” Jin frowned. “He better be treating you right.”

“Absolutely. He treats me like I’m royalty.”

“How did Hyacinth win? What was her item?” Silvio asked in disbelief.

“Given that his brothers are also royalty, then I don’t think that’s a good thing,” Leon laughed, ignoring Silvio.

“Um, he treats me like a queen?” Hyacinth tried correcting herself.

“His mother was a queen, remember? That didn’t pan out well,” Jin added.

“I’m right here, dammit!” Silvio exclaimed. “Hyacinth, what the hell was your item?”

A soft smile painted her lips, “Let me show you.” With everyone following her, she opened the door to her bookshop. They walked past shelves and shelves and arrived at the back corner. Silvio was met with a deep purple rolled-arm sofa, one that was definitely not here before. Its arms were gilded in gold and the velvet was fit for royalty. “I managed to get some seating for the space. I’ve gotten so much customer feedback about having a more comfortable space to read, so I managed to trade for this.”

Trying to hide his pride in Hyacinth, Silvio opened his mouth to speak but then closed it.

“Yeah, we ultimately decided Hyacinth as the winner even though your item had a larger estimated value. It’s because she keeps her customers in mind. We thought that was the most important aspect of business,” Leon clarified.

“I knew I traded to the highest value,” Silvio retorted. He turned to Hyacinth, clicking his tongue, “I could’ve just bought you a sofa. As many as you wanted. As many as your customers wanted.”

She shook her head. “These sofas are actually from a customer’s family. They’re priceless.”

Silvio only sighed as Hyacinth stared at the furniture fondly.

Jin let out a hearty chuckle, “Your business strengths complement each other well. You make up for each other’s weaknesses. The two of you are great business partners and life partners.”

Hearing Jin’s words, Hyacinth grinned widely at Silvio. He couldn’t help but smile back at her.

“Thank you for being our entertainment for the day, we were able to kill two birds with one stone! While we followed the two of you around, we were also observing all the townspeople and places today. Rhodolite feels like a major trading hub whenever Silvio’s in town,” Leon said. “Thanks for that.”

“Money follows me wherever I go,” Silvio said smugly.

“The results of our competition tell me otherwise,” Hyacinth mumbled under her breath.

Silvio’s eye twitched in irritation and laughter erupted from Jin and Leon. “Take care, you two. We gotta head back to the castle. We’ll see you soon,” Leon said, bidding the pair farewell.

Silvio and Hyacinth watched as the two princes of Rhodolite walked away. “The only reason you won is because they’re softies! Jin and Leon don’t know business,” Silvio complained.

Hyacinth hummed dismissively. “You said you’d still win despite that though.”

“I traded up to the highest value item. Is that not winning?

“Not to Jin and Leon. And to me,” Hyacinth snickered. “We could have a rematch if you’d like, say, with Clavis and Nokto as the judges. A new challenge, perhaps.”

“Those judges know commerce a little better. What would this new challenge be?”

“Whoever has the most sales in a day wins. I’m sure you’re an investor in some other nearby bookstore. Be an employee for the day.”

He scoffed, “My days of working for someone else are behind me.”

“Well, do you have any better ideas? You’re not scared again, are you?”

“Again? Since when was I afraid of any business challenge? I never was and I sure as hell am not now. I accept.”

“Great! Clavis and Nokto could monitor us to see our customer interactions as well. They can determine the winner holistically,” Hyacinth said cheerfully.

+++

Silvio approached the sign that said ROSE PETAL PAGES. The urge to kick the door down was raging through him, but he thought about what Hyacinth had always told him: “What if you break the door? It’s gonna be other people that pay for it…not everyone has money to throw away like you.” He sighed and glared at the door. Begrudgingly reaching for the doorknob, Silvio shuddered at the rare feeling of having to open a door.

The disgust on his face stayed. “Prince Silvio?” the merchant at the sales desk greeted him. “H-How are you doing? We have a new shipment of the finest books from-“

“I’m here to sell, not buy. You can take the day off, I’ll do your job for ya today. I’ll pay ya too.”

“W-What?”

“I’m here on important business. Take the day off or risk losing your top investor.”

“Y-yes, Prince Silvio.” Hurriedly picking up his bags, he rushed out of the door.

“Are all your investees this scared of you?” A voice asked from behind a shelf.

“Clavis,” Silvio greeted the purple-haired prince dryly.

“A little birdie told me you’d be at a bookstore in town.”

“Yeah, and that same birdie told me you and Nokto would be better judges than those other brothers of yours.”

“Indeed, business expertise does fall more under the domain of the foreign affairs faction. Hyacinth did mention that you felt last week’s challenge wasn’t being assessed objectively.”

“It wasn’t,” Silvio replied curtly as he walked behind the sales counter to evaluate the money box.

“Did you try to bribe Jin and Leon into naming you the winner? Prince Silvio of Benitoite begging at the feet of Rhodiolitian princes — what a headline!”

“Hyacinth bribed them with attention before I could get to them with money,” Silvio grumbled.

“Well, I can’t blame them. She seems busier than us these days. Luke always complains about her lack of presence these days.”

Silvio was always aware of Hyacinth’s relationship with the princes, all of them acting like her older brothers. He sighed, “How’d you know I’d be at this bookstore?”

“Just because you’re investing in private businesses doesn’t mean that information is private,” Clavis smiled slyly.

“Fair,” Silvio replied as he opened the money box and dropped in some money for the worker he just told to leave.

“It seems you’re paying that man more than three times his daily wage,” Clavis observed.

Silvio scoffed as he shut the money box, “What sort of patron do you take me for?”

+++

“Good morning, Hyacinth. What lovely books are you selling today?”

“Nokto, it’s been so long! Thank you for indulging me and judging these silly business games.”

“I’d indulge you anytime,” he said with a wink.

“Uh huh,” Hyacinth deadpanned. “I have a book just for you.” She grabbed a tattered book from under the desk, some of its pages falling out. “It’s been gathering dust, waiting for you.”

Nokto’s face instantly turned sour as he looked at the cover. The almanac’s title was Growing Bellpeppers: From Planting to Harvest. “Ugh, I think I’m gonna throw up.”

Hyacinth laughed, “Go throw up outside then!”

“Please, you’re not getting rid of me that easily.”

“But you’re gonna drive away all of the female customers,” Hyacinth whined.

“Or I’ll bring them in.”

Hyacinth stared at Nokto in mock disgust as he grinned back. The two of them almost immediately erupted in laughter.

“Don’t mind me, I’ll just watch you work as I lounge on your new, luxurious couch. Jin and Leon told me about the look on Silvio’s face when they said you were the winner. I’d love to see it myself.”

“Silvio and I expect you to judge us fairly,” you said, giving him a pointed look.

“Sure, sure,” Nokto replied as he put his arms behind his head, sinking comfortably into the sofa. “Anything for the future princess of Benitoite.”

+++

“For his shrewd marketing and patronage of his businesses, Nokto and I have declared Silvio as the sole winner of this…little game of yours,” Clavis announced.

“As expected,” Silvio acknowledged.

“No! Don’t tell me it’s because I showed Nokto that book,” Hyacinth feigned offense.

“Unfortunately, no. It was actually because you hurt my feelings, saying I would drive all the ladies away. Oh, how you scorn me,” Nokto replied sarcastically.

Hyacinth just shook her head with a smile. “As much as Hyacinth is a great communicator, Silvio just had more sales. He was very clever, using his princely status to draw in a larger crowd.”

“Ah, nothing beats the prince privilege,” Hyacinth noted in defeat. “If only I had that.”

Nokto shrugged, “Maybe, but you could’ve used your future princess privilege to draw in a crowd. I’m so sad that you couldn’t take my hint.”

She sighed, “I guess you’re right. Silvio actually won this one fair and square.”

“Damn right I did,” Silvio replied.

“At least I lose with grace!”

“The two of you complement each other well. Silvio is savvy with negotiations and the handling of money, while Hyacinth is incredibly attuned to her customers’ needs and efficient in organization,” Clavis concluded.

“Leon and Jin mentioned something like that too,” Silvio mumbled.

+++

“Thank you, my love, for entertaining these games of mine,” Hyacinth said as she leaned into Silvio’s shoulder, wrapping an arm around his torso where they sat next to each other in the moving carriage.

“It was my pleasure,” Silvio said quietly as he ruffled Hyacinth’s auburn hair. “You held your own against me, I’m impressed.”

“We’re tied, one to one, I think I did more than just ‘holding my own.’”

“Headstrong and savvy,” Silvio observed, “This is why I’m gonna marry you.”

“Ah, so you’re just marrying me because I’m a good business partner?” Hyacinth teased.

“I’m marrying you because you’re my life partner. You make up for everything I can’t even imagine doing or being- not just when it comes to business,” Silvio said sincerely. “Sure, you push me to be a better businessman, but you push me to be a better person too.”

“I love you,” Hyacinth muttered into Silvio’s chest, inhaling his salty, metallic scent that always reminded her of her childhood — the sandy ports of Benitoite, filled with barter and brine.

“I love you too,” Silvio replied as he ran his forefinger across the engagement ring that found its home on Hyacinth’s finger. It wasn’t made with the finest Obsidianite minerals, despite how easily Silvio could’ve obtained them. Instead, its band was filled with the sand of Benitoite’s beaches, and the center stone was a modest light pink diamond, exquisitely carved into a Rhodiolitian rose. It symbolized not just a union of allied nations or trading partners that helped each other, but that of a Rhodiolitian citizen and a Benitoitan prince. A union of two people — two lovers — who vow to cherish and support each other in business and in life.

[blade-liger-4ever]

Green Lantern Series: Episode 2.

We see Hal as a boy attending Martin's Catholic funeral alongside his mother and brothers. It's raining as the procession takes place outside, and Hal begins to cry as Martin's coffin is lowered into the grave. Jim, barely six years old, clings to his side and hugs him, not understanding the situation but wanting to comfort his brother. As Hal hugs him back, he slowly regains control of himself before he hears Jessica Jordan (his mother) sobbing profusely. Looking over, he sees his thirteen year old brother Jack Jordan trying to comfort her. Putting an arm around Jim, Hal walks over to them, wiping his eyes with his free sleeve as they approach. However, just as Hal says "Mom," Jessica turns to look up at him, her age having abruptly accelerated by five years, and gray is now showing in her hair.

Looking at him with pained and angry eyes, Jessica demands, "Why are you so much like him, Hal?"

Hal steps back, finding himself backed into the screen door as he is now age thirteen-fifteen. He blinks, chest heaving and reaching behind him for the doorknob as Jessica screams, "WHY ARE YOU LIKE YOUR FATHER?!"

Twisting the knob, he turns and runs outside, the door slamming behind him in time with the sound of a hammer pounding in the distance.

In bed, Hal jolts awake, lying on his back and shaking his head as the hammering sound continues. Blinking, he looks over at his clock, seeing it's only just seven in the morning. Throwing off the now sweat covered blankets, Hal asks his ring what the time is as he stumbles over to a set of drawers for his clothes. The ring replies that it's early Saturday morning, and that he has to arrive for the peace treaty between Kadar Zee and Sorca by ten a.m. standard Earth time. Pulling out his clothes, Hal belatedly realizes that the hammering is coming from his door, and chucking his garb for the day onto the bed, sprints for the door. Unlocking it, he opens it to find no one there; he scans the halls, only seeing a shadow turn the corner before a paper on the door catches his eye. Pulling off the paper, Hal realizes it's an eviction notice giving him until the end of the week to pay his expenses before he's kicked out.

Grumbling about his schedule and lowering pay, Hal goes to shower. Once clean and changed, he goes to have breakfast with Pie and discuss the development. As they discuss it, we learn that Hal's not scheduled to work for Ferris Aircraft on the weekends, and that he needs a side job of some kind to pay the bills. He gently rebuffs Pie's offer to loan him some money, and brushes off the idea of getting some from Jim; when asked about Jack, Hal's expression sours and he replies, "Are you kidding me? Jack would press charges on me to free the landlord of me."

Pie can't help but whistle before murmuring, "Must suck having an attorney brother who hates you."

Hal spares him a glance before tiredly sighing, "Tell me about it."

Paying for their meal and leaving, Pie asks about the length of the treaty and if there's any material in space he could grab to sell. Hal explains he should be back at circa 9 p.m., and that regular metals and jewels don't exist out beyond the solar system, adding irritably, "And don't get me started on the intergalactic currency. I'm still trying to figure out how space amoebas count as cents."

Pie nods, grimacing slightly before he glances up at a billboard that reads Neptune against Odysseus. Stopping, he snaps his fingers with a grin and suggests stopping by Neptune on the way home, informing Hal that Neptune rains diamonds, and that should he get enough of them, he could pawn the gems off on the east side of Coast City. Grinning, Hal notes he'd have to get the radiation and what not off before selling them, but that it could work. Thanking his best friend, the two hug and part ways before Hal leaves for a low profile jump to lightspeed.

At Ferris Aircraft, Carol files different reports and finishes writing up the paychecks for some of the employees before appointing CEO Gil Johns as supervisor for the day. Gil, concerned, asks if she's alright and if she needs a break from the work. Carol, pausing briefly, assures him she's fine and has a meeting elsewhere she needs to attend. Gil accepts this, but asks that she take a break from work every now and then, eventually putting his hands on her shoulders and, after a moment, hesitantly asks if she would like to go out for dinner with him sometime. Carol hesitates, slowly starting to smile before her new choker (the disguised Star Sapphire gem) pulses and calls forward memories of a romantic flight Hal cajoled her into joining a few months before. Tensing as the memory fades, Carol steps back and refuses the offer; Gil's expression falls, and as he turns to leave, he reponds, "If nothing else Carol, find some time to enjoy yourself outside of work. I know what the business means to you, but I don't think your father would've wanted you to work on his enterprise to the point of death.

He leaves, but that's enough for Carol to stop with her hand on the doorknob, realizing the weight of his words and how much they mean to her. The choker glows, and the Zamarons force her to think of him as nothing but an aid to her work, who will otherwise stop her from getting Hal. Eyes glowing pink again, Carol give a cold smirk as she leaves.

Hal arrives at the peace conference between Kadar Zee and Sorca, finding his fellow GL negotiators are none other than his mentor Thaal Sinestro and Tomar Re. The three discuss Hal's early days as a member of the Corps under Sinestro's tutelage, with friendly banter between Hal and Tomar as they head into the hall where the meeting begins after a few moments. The meeting goes along well, but before the treaty is signed, one of the leaders is assassinated by a sniper shot. Hal and Tomar get the people inside to safety as Sinestro goes to locate the killer; as this happens, Hal and Tomar find a group of Kadar Zee terrorists in opposition to the treaty attempting to slaughter the ones inside who were encouraging the treaty. Tomar remains to protect the people while Hal handles the terrorists, and as this happens, we see Sinestro find the shooter a few miles out of the city. After a short scuffle, he captures the sniper and threatens him before the man names who hired him for the killing - a Sorcan politician. Satisfied, Sinestro suddenly breaks his neck, then dumps his body in a tar pit before returning to the city. There, Hal finishes with the terrorists just as Sinestro lands and informs them of what he learned, and when asked, claims that the sniper committed suicide afterwards (note, GL rings are designed against killing - which also means Sinetro killed him with his bare hands).

This causes things to drag out, but the Sorcan politician is arrested and the treaty is scheduled for the next day. Sinestro notices Hal's uneasy pacing, and asking him what's wrong, Hal admits he was hoping to head home and get some extra cash to pay off the bills, explaining the toll that his personal work has taken on account of his GL activities. Sinestro, being his superior and higher ranking in the Corps, tells Hal to return to Earth and handle his own affairs, adding that this position in the treaty for him was more of an honorific, and that he can tell the Guardians that urgent business on Earth called him away. Thanking him, the two shake hands before Hal departs.

Stopping by Neptune, Hal considers his options for a moment before flying in the direction of the winds, collecting a chunk of diamonds in a ring powered net. Satisfied with the amount, Hal begins his trek back to Earth. However, just as he reaches Mars, a blast catches him in the back, causing him to lose the diamonds. Spinning around, he finds Star Sapphire, who gloats that he owes her some attention and a death - his own.

Confused and now angry, Hal and Star Sapphire go at it for a few minutes, until they reach a stalemate. During the pause, Star Sapphire chuckles and declares, "My my, I wonder what the Guardians see in you, Hal."

Eyes widening, Hal questions how she knows his name, and Star Sapphire replies in mock indignation, "Oh, you don't remember me? Not even after all our time together, or do you just prefer to stay in the past with the memories of your father?"

Immediately Hal recalls his father's crash, as well as Carol crying inside the office after the fact as he sat numbly in a corner. Now too angry to even think of the implications of her words, Hal straight up attacks her, quickly putting Star Sapphire on the defense before he pulls back for a hard blow.

Eyes flickering back to blue, Star Sapphire chokes out, "Hal, wait!"

He freezes, everything clicking into place as he breathes out shakily, "Carol?"

They stare at each other for a moment, lost in shock and horror. Then the gem glows, and Star Sapphire purrs sultrily, "Well, that was quite the performance, Jordan. I'll remember it when I find you again."

Theres a blinding flash, causing Hal to shield his eyes. Looking back, Hal finds himself alone, and too confused and exhausted to search for where the diamonds are, he returns to his home. Changing back to himself, Hal staggers into his apartment, entering the building and heading to his bedroom to charge his ring (where we hear the Oath recited for the first time). Putting the ring on the side desk, Hal lets the lantern disappear before staring out the window at the full moon. He shrugs out of his day clothing and tumbles into bed; looking at the calender, he sees the circle on Sunday for his date with Kari, which says they'll meet at one p.m. at her grandmother's curiosity shop. He stares at it, recalling the last date he and Carol went on, then groans and buries his face in his pillow, muttering, "Why me?"

At Ferris Aircraft, Gil closes the business for the day and finds a recorded message in Carol's office for him. In it, she says that she thought about what he said, and has decided to take a leave of absence for about a week or possibly more, leaving the company in his care. After a pause, she adds, "Thank you Gil, for being there for me. I appreciate it - so much."

The message ends, and Gil stares at it for a moment. Although uneasy, he finishes locking up the place, preparing to leave before he heistates; walking back to the desk, he takes a copy of the message and leaves, turning the lights out.

Moonlight shines on the phone through an open window, and the speaker glows pink before the scene cuts.

@edgar-allan-possum episode 2 was delayed due to crazy circumstances, but it has now debuted! I hope it meets company standards!

[justwannaflex]

(—) ★ spotted!! NOUR WILSON on the cover of this week’s most recent tabloid! many say that the 53 year old looks like SALMA HAYEK, but i don’t really see it. while the CASTMEMBER OF THE REAL HOUSEWIVES OF BEVERLY HILLS is known for being CAPTIVATING my inside sources say that they have a tendency to be TEMPERAMENTAL i swear, every time i think of them, i hear the song KA-CHING! BY SHANIA TWAIN {she+her / cisfemale}

Headline

Can you hear it ring. It makes you want to sing. It's such a beautiful thing, ka-ching. Lots of diamond rings. The happiness it brings. You'll live like a king. With lots of money and things.

Stats

name: nour wilson née mouawad

age: 53

nicknames: tba

date of birth: 1970

place of birth: Beirut (Lebanon)

nationality : lebanese, mexican & american

gender identity: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: moneysexual

family : Henry Wilson (husband), several children tba (1st born in 1990)

occupation: cast member of the real housewives of beverly hills

career claim: jennifer grey (sort of)

net worth : 3,1 Md $

spoken languages : english, arabic and spanish

positive traits: resourceful, cunning, captivating, perfectionist, confident

negative traits: materialistic, self-centred, temperamental, opportunistic, deceitful

characters/celebrities inspo: tba

zodiac sign : tba

Bio

tw : civil war and death mention

Nour was born in Beirut to a telecom mania father and a telenovella actress mother. She spent the first five years of her life in a Lebanon which was becoming more and more unstable and dangerous. At the beginning of the Lebanese civil war, her family fled the country, relocating to the United States. They still had money but most of it was stuck in Lebanon. She lived a relatively luxurious life in Los Angeles until she was twelve years old. Her father who still went back to Lebanon from time, did not return from one of his trips. He had been caught in the war.

With her father gone, her family began to lose money and status. Eventually, they had to sell their luxurious L.A. mansion and move to Mexico with their remaining fortune but Nour did not accompany them. She plead to stay in the States and her mother agreed to leave her in the care of a distant cousin. Inspired by her mother's past as a telenovella actress, Nour started to go to auditions. She hoped to become famous and gain back the life that had been stolen from her.

When she was seventeen, she quit school to star in her first movie. Dirty Dancing became a hit and she was suddenly under the spotlight she had sought. Nour was nominated for a Golden Globe for Best Actress. She was invited everywhere and tasted a life better than the one she had lost. She quickly burned her 50 000 dollar fee but no new movie was coming along.

Not wanting to go back to sharing a bedroom, she had to act fast. With her fame and pretty face, she was a catch and it was not hard to secure a rich suitor. At only 19 years old, she married Henry Wilson, heir to a real estate empire. She quickly became pregnant and gave birth to her first child at the age of 20 years old. That way, even if Henry divorced her, she would still get alimony and child support. She would be set for life if she played her cards right. The couple later welcomed other children.

Nour tried staring in movies or tv shows from time to time but none became very successful. Offended by those failures and not needing the money, she stopped acting. She simply led a socialite life, spending her husband's money.

In 2009, she was approached to appear in dancing with the stars. She won the season and rediscovered media's attention. It felt so good to be back on talk shows and red carpets. Not wanting to go back to relative anonymity, she joined the real housewives of beverly hills to stay relevant. She had missed the spotlight too much.

Career

At seventeen Nour starred in a movie called dirty dancing. It would become a classic. She still appeared in movies and tv shows from time to time but never knew real success again.

She won the 2009 dancing with the star season.

She is one of the original cast member of the real housewives of Beverly Hills.

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Selling Old Jewelry? Discover the Highest Paying Jewelry Buyers Near You

Introduction

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Selling a diamond ring involves considering various factors that influence its selling price. The 4Cs, market demand, brand reputation, condition, and proper certification all play significant roles in determining the value of your diamond ring.

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You may choose to Sell Wedding Ring online in several situations, including when the relationship that the ring was initially intended for has ended. When a wedding is called off, the engagement ring is often sold.

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never give you peace

ship: anora x igor

content: spoilers to anora (2024), references to canon violence and sex

summary: after vanya fucked off back to russia, igor moved to brighton beach. he has routine meet-ups checking in on ani. they get to some understanding

word count: 2200+

It's been a month since Vanya left. Ivan Zakharov, the oligarch's son, her husband. The irresponsible manchild that lavished her with just enough attention and gifts that she actually fell for his shit. A Vegas quickie wedding. A four carat diamond ring. Ani was on top of the world. But then his parents came to force them to annul the marriage and he ran, tail between his legs. Ani fought for them. Vanya didn't.

Their whirlwind romance was only really three weeks. But the Manhattan mansion, the Vegas penthouse... She didn't know him, not really. He didn't know her at all. His disjointed English, her loose grasp on Russian. She had naively thought she'd learn more about him in time. That they'd last. They were married after all. He wanted to stay in America just for her. Maybe those words meant nothing when Vanya never even said her real name. She was just Ani to him. Stripper.

She's back in her real life now. Shitty mattress, cold air from no working AC. Igor checks in on her from time to time. Ani made a lot of cash from selling the ring, from what Ivan paid her in the first place. Enough to keep afloat for a couple years. But she went back to old habits, went back to working for HQ. It was easier to pretend Vanya didn't happen. Didn't exist. Didn't shake up her world then leave like it was nothing. 

"I fuckin' told you, I'm good," Ani growls, rolling her eyes at Igor's slew of questions. "Do you have to ask a million more times?"

The serious-looking Russian man frowns. Sorta. Ani kinda hates the blank expression he usually sports, unaffected by her attitude or even smiling at it. He takes a sip from his coffee, black with no cream or sugar just how he liked it, which of course she called him "fucking weird" for.

They're in some hole in the wall café in Ani's neighbourhood, now Igor's as well. He has settled in well to Brighton Beach this past month, after he insisted on staying here so he doesn't burden his grandmother too much. He didn't tell her, but Anora bets it was just to make sure she's alright. 

"Sometimes you say you are good when you are not good," he says. His English still isn't the best, but there's less of an accent now. Of course, he could get by in Brighton Beach purely in Russian but he knows what Ani prefers. So with her, it's English. "But alright. I will leave it alone."

"Thank you," she says, widening her eyes and rolling them a little. But it's genuine enough, and both of them know it. Thank you for giving her space when she needs it, thank you for never giving too much space that she feels alone again. Whatever. Ugh, mushy.

Igor slides a plate of blini with jam and cream across to her. "You have not touched your breakfast," he chides gently. "Eat. You need to keep your strength." Igor watches her with those intense grey eyes, his brow furrowed slightly.

Anora nods, sipping her own coffee. Caramel frap, even in the cold weather. Her foot taps an anxious rhythm against the floor, acrylic fingernails clicking on the tabletop. The routine check-up with Igor is just that - routine at this point. She's used to his gentle concern, the way his brows knit together as he studies her face for signs of fatigue or distress. Still, his words nag at her. Keep strength? For what, exactly? Her days are boring now. She doesn't need to prepare for anything like the harrowing 48 hours after they met.

"I'm fine, dude. Really." Ani forces a smile, attempting to push down the ache in her chest. Vanya's absence is a dull throb, constant and unrelenting. Some days are worse than others. The nights are the hardest, when the loneliness creeps in and memories of silk sheets and games she didn't fucking care about but gave him so much joy flood her mind. Russian sable coats, but also the shitty takeaway noodles she'd feed him. 

And it's annoying, when Igor just stares at her. Hell, she knows she's lying but did this dude always have to read her? 

Ani picks at the blini to procrastinate admitting any hard truths, spreading a thin layer of jam before taking a small bite. She flashes Igor a 'see, I'm eating, happy?' look. He seems to accept it, because he focuses on his own breakfast. The sweetness bursts on her tongue, cloying and artificial. Her stomach churns. Ani sets down her fork with a soft clink.

"Alright, fuck, you got me. I haven't been eating much." Truth slips out without warning, the admission bitter on her tongue.

What even was the last meal she had before this? The strawberry jam is foreign, too much almost. Maybe it was the pizza her sister had slid through her door after Ani didn't get out of bed. Maybe the stupid eggs she burned because she was too zoned out.

"Eat lots now."

"Yeah, dude, I got it."

Ani sighs heavily, shoulders slumping. "I don't know how to do this, Igor. How to just... move on. Pretend like a literal marriage never happened." Her hands twist in her lap, knuckles white. "I feel like I'm losing my mind sometimes."

She knows Ivan isn't worth it, and maybe that's the worst part. He was never gonna be the man she wanted, had hoped tirelessly, that he'd be. He wouldn't have fought, wouldn't have talked to his parents, wouldn't have defended her. In the end, Ivan never wanted her. Just fun. That's what she liked about him, but it was also the reason they never would have lasted. Laying awake at night, salt streaming from her eyes into her ears, about him? The boy never washed a plate or did his laundry in his life. Never knew how to show love if it wasn't buying it, or even worse, the empty words. She feels so stupid, playing it all back, in hindsight seeing all the moments she should've realised.

"Why would you lose your mind?" he asks.

"I'm right where I was before I met him. And I feel like screaming all the time," Ani says. "I feel like a fucking idiot for hoping. As if fairytales happen to people like us."

He hums, a low and rumbling sound. Igor always listens to her. Which was unnerving at first, and sort of unbelievable considering when they met he was yelling at her to shut up and literally gagged her. (Toros gagged her, Igor would correct).

He holds his hand out and for a second Anora thinks he's offering to hold hers. But what Igor actually does is hand her his coffee. "You're too cold." He makes her hands let go of each other, bring them to clasp over the cup. His larger hands cover hers, helping her focus on the heat, on the sensation of the here and now instead of her swirling, self-pitying thoughts.

Igor looks at her like... God, Ani can't explain it. Can't bring herself to focus on it, to really think about and analyse the deepness of it, or why. What she can feel is that he doesn't have the answers either. That's comforting in its own way. He never leaves her alone, which has slowly gotten less creepy and more relieving. The heat seeps into her palms, grounding her. Igor's never failed to surprise her. He's always so in tune with her needs, even when she doesn't voice them herself. Especially when she doesn't voice them.

"You are Anora Mikheeva," he tells her, and she bites back the instinctive correction of 'Ani', "Have been a lot longer than Anora Zakharova."

The name sounds foreign and she supposes that's Igor's point. It stings, just like when he told her that he was glad that she wasn't in the family. Proves that she never really was, even if somehow Ivan wasn't a coward and hadn't run. His parents wouldn't have approved. Ani would eternally be the outsider, decked out in lavish clothes but still internally herself. Eventually made to be some trophy wife, little more than a pretty accessory to be paraded around and bragged about, but unable to fly on her own terms. Unable to be proud of her achievements, her dreams before meeting him. Only supporting Vanya as he worked in his father's company.

"I never changed my name, asshat," she retorts instead. Because it's always been easier to rebuff Igor's attempts than let him chisel away at her walls. They haven't exactly addressed what happened between them either. How Anora had ridden Igor until she melted in his embrace, finally breaking down into tears. She'd cried for an hour, then. He let her. She quickly looks away and sips his coffee, wincing at the bitter taste.

"You will live. Find normal. You are doing good."

"I'm trying," Ani murmurs. Find normal. What does normal even mean at this point? Her life has been anything but normal for as long as she can remember. Relying on her wits and her body, only making it work because she was fucking good at it. "I'm trying," she repeats, more firmly this time.

His hand goes to her knee, patting it.  It's embarrassing since men touch her pretty much every night, but it makes Anora jolt slightly. The casual touch sends a shiver down her spine, a reminder of... whatever that car tryst could be called. Almost intimacy? A shallow attempt to go back to her old life. She'd been desperate, lost, seeking solace and warmth and distraction in any form she could find it. And Igor had been there, steady and silent, letting her use him however she needed. It was alright until he tried to kiss her.

Ani swallows thickly, setting the mug down with a quiet clink. She doesn't like leaving words unsaid. Knows Igor's probably been worrying his stupid bald head over how hard she sobbed and broke down on him. 

"About, you know..." she starts hesitantly, words stumbling over themselves. "What we did. In the car. It was-"

Needful. Cathartic. A moment of weakness. None of those sound right.

"Unplanned," she settles on finally, meeting his gaze. "I didn't- I'm not-" Fluent in this, in the complicated tangle of feelings and expectations that come with intimacy. Sex for sex's sake? Sure. Beyond the transactional, beyond the professional? There's no place for that. Not in her life. "God, I dunno. Thanks for the ring, basically. Thanks for everything else."

And he says something so ridiculous it actually makes Ani un-tense her shoulders. "It's OK."

"OK? I fucking beat up your chest and crashed out on you."

Igor's mouth purses into a thin line. He chucks an ungodly amount of pancake into his mouth and her face screws up in judgement about how he just crams food in like he won't have it again. "What, you regret it?"

"No," Ani says quickly, the denial tumbling out of her mouth before she can stop it. "I don't regret it." She meets Igor's gaze head on, willing him to see the truth of her words. There's a flicker of something in his eyes—relief, perhaps, or cautious hope.

Ani shifts in her seat, suddenly restless. The memory of that afternoon burns bright in her mind. The weight of Igor's body beneath her, the drag of his skin against hers, the way he'd let her take control. Set the pace. Use him however she needed. It had been freeing, in a way. Empowering. To know that even in her lowest point, she still held some semblance of power. That she could take what she wanted, when she wanted it. What she couldn't take was that he wanted more. Pulled her face in.

"I'm not ready for anything," she says.

"I know."

Igor hadn't judged her for her tears, or the ragged edges of her emotions. He'd simply been there, solid and unwavering. A port in the storm of her... what? Grief? Loss?

"I'm a fucking terrible person."

Igor smiles for the first time during this whole routine meet-up. "I do not think so," he says.

"Even if I'm 'too fucking crazy'? Run my mouth?"

The memory is vivid in her mind—the shock of seeing Ivan's father's goons in the mansion, the panic that had risen in her chest. She'd lashed out, all claws and teeth and fury. Igor had taken it like a champ, never fighting back despite her best efforts to hurt him. Then he tied her up, that asshole.

He shrugs. "Makes things interesting." In a move Ani can't counter, he grabs her coffee instead, sipping the too-sweet caramel frap that doesn't suit him at all. "I like not handling you."

Even now, Anora feels a thrill of pride at how badly she'd mauled him. He's such a stand-up guy and she knows that now, but she'll never feel bad about defending herself. She can see the scar of that deep-ass bite on his neck still. "Is it alright if my new normal has you in it?" Ani asks. "You won't win any fights, I'll never admit when you're right."

"Done and done."

"I'm never gonna calm down, you know?" she tells him, like she almost wants him to turn this down. "What you see is what you get."

He fixes those eyes on her. "You are always wild. Why would I expect different?"

And it's funny. With Ivan, she was silently glued to him, whatever he wanted. Igor got her actual self, the one that talks shit with her friends and cusses out any small inconvenience.

"Toosh, dude."