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BBC Bloody Queens Elizabeth I and Mary of Scots

Drama reveals the intimate and ultimately deadly relationship between Queen Elizabeth I and Mary, Queen of Scots, using the words of the two queens and their courtiers.

In the beginning, they never met one another in real life for Mary was in France at the time and widowed to returning Scotland. In fact, the only evidence they had was letters. At first, they happily greeted each other and friendship started out. Even friendly called each other sisters. Their childhood and life couldn't be more opposites than ever. However, after many faults, their once friendly letters became hints of jealousy, betrayal, and mystery between the two women began to grow animosity. And question is was Mary innocent? Or did Elizabeth fall for a trap that made her decision to execute her cousin?

Mary was her father's only daughter and became for six days. She grew up with love and luxuries in life. Her days were full of happiness. She went to France to marry Dauphin of France name Francis I son of Henri II and Catherine De Medici. She was the happy yet spoiled princess who grew up believing that she was the heir to England. Sadly she was a widow and was ordered by her mother-in-law to leave France and return to Scotland. Her suffering and test of faith were not over. Scotland became a Protestant country and Mary a well-known Catholic is their queen. It makes the Protestant lords uneasy. Outspokers like John Knox were highly against Mary being queen. For not only being a catholic but she was a woman. Worse, to Scots, she was a foreign woman. A French woman who ruled the hard blood land Scotland. However, Mary had this attitude that she was queen because it was given right from her birth which made her ruler of Scotland. She started to order people around and was a stubborn woman who would say, "No I am the queen and you are my servant." Or "You will have to do as I say goes." As if she was stomping her feet. But Mary wasn't in court without friends. David Rizzio her secretary and Italian courtier also a musician was her favorite and close friend to Mary. Her half-brother was born from her father's mistress, James Stewart, 1st Earl of Moray whom the nobles that converted to protestant even Moray respected him. But Mary's trouble continues the downfall of her quest. Marriage. First, her hand was appointed by Elizabeth I in a deal that she would recognize Mary as her heir if she married a protestant Lord Robert Dudley, 1st Earl of Leicester.

However, Mary was not only insulted but felt anger that Elizabeth would back on their deal. So, Mary decides she needs a catholic, better position to help her claim better for England.

Henry Stuart Lord Darnley, her cousin born from He was the second but eldest surviving son of Matthew Stewart, 4th Earl of Lennox, by his wife Lady Margaret Douglas, which supported his claim to the English succession. Darnley's maternal grandparents were Archibald Douglas, 6th Earl of Angus, and Queen Margaret Tudor, daughter of King Henry VII of England and widow of King James IV of Scotland. Mary fell instantly in love with his good looks and flattery attitude. But noooo. Not him. Anyone but Darnely. For he is not only the grandson of King Henry the Seventh as Mary's blood. But that was Elizabeth's only concern for that. The Scottish lords did not like Darnely because he was the male version of Mary per se. Plus, he was a drinker, vain, spoilt, womanizer, violent temper, and homosexual as well. Mary was in love with Darnely and ignored such "rumors" as she calls them. That is until after marriage with him. he revealed his true colors as Mary was pregnant at the time, but sent letters to Elizabeth to help her. Sadly Elizabeth was advised not to involve a queen's marriage troubles as this was a personal matter. Mary's trouble did not end there. After killing Rizzio for believing that he is the father of her child since she hasn't allowed Darnely near her. Probably fear the risk of miscarriage. That was when Mary took back power and locked Darnely away in his castle where he died in mysterious circumstances. The house exploded, but he survived before being strangled to death. And guess who was the suspect.

James Hepburn, 4th Earl of Bothwell.

Mary is not only widowed the second time, but she marries the possible murder of her husband. Now the lords had no love for Darnley, but his death seemed a bit off as Mary quickly married to Bothwell. Even drew pictures of Mary as a mermaid. Not a compliment mind you. In Scotland, it means whore or seductress. And Mary's reputation went from bad to worse. She rebelled again and this time both Catholics and Protestant lords wanted Mary out of the throne and placed her son James to be king of Scotland and they wanted Moray to be his regent.

Moray had imprisoned Mary and she was separated from both her son and Bothwell who escaped. But the worst is yet to come, Mary had suffered a miscarriage and it was Bothwell's twins. It was horrifying for Mary. They forced her to abdicate either by her vulnerability of losing her miscarriage or threat. Either way, Mary has lost her crown. Mary had strength and a chance to escape. Elizabeth was her thought of helping her get her crown. Wrong again Mary.

Elizabeth was born to Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn. However, her birth was met with scorn by both Catholics and hatred for the Boleyns. However, it was mostly because of the actions her father, mostly her mother had done. he divorced his first wife and married Anne Boleyn to gain a son. Instead, he had a daughter.

She was beloved by her parents, but Anne Boleyn was beheaded under the guise of treason and saw Jane Seymour as his new replacement queen.

Since then her life suffered as now declared bastard or illegitimate as her older sister Mary daughter of Catherine of Aragon the first wife of Henry VIII.

Elizabeth suffered at the hands of her enemies and was accused of treason which included prison during both her siblings' reigns. But she survived it all even treason plots that brought up her name. And never know who to trust.

She never knew peace nor rest for she knows her enemies are lurking to destroy her. She had to play a game that had two chances life and death.

Her greatest enemy is Mary Stuart, Queen of Scots. When Mary had escaped from Scotland and abdication her crown in favor of her son, James. Elizabeth refused to see her cousin as instructed that she must be sent away and be locked up in comfort as her presence endangered Elizabeth's life. Mary was struck with another heat felt like a betrayal again. For Elizabeth hearing about Mary's reputation back in Scotland that gave Elizabeth the decision to never marry seemed like a good idea compared to Mary. Despite Mary's insistent that she is innocent. Mary claimed that she was kidnapped and was raped by Bothwell. That is why she had to marry him to protect her honor.

William Cecil was very loyal to Elizabeth and a firm protestant reformer. He wants Mary dead, but Elizabeth cannot do it. No one would know why. But it could be a reminder of how she lost her mother Anne Boleyn and Katherine Howard who were queens yet executed by the king's pleasure? Or fear of possible invaders who would use Mary's death to dethrone? Either way, Elizabeth would have to be forced as Willaim Cecil found evidence and proof that Mary was part of a coup to take Elizabeth's life and the crown. This angers Elizabeth as she will never go back to the time when she had to suffer at the hands of her enemies and the injustice was ignored. So, two versions said that Elizabeth was pressured by Willaim Cecil and her spymaster Francis Walsingham that there were new plots that were going to break Mary out and have a secret army waiting for her in France or other countries.

Another version said that she did sign it, but changed her mind as she wanted to spare Mary. Though, time was against Elizabeth. It's either her life or Mary's. She cannot have both ways. Mary was tried and found guilty. Then ordered her to be beheaded for treason. Though stories show she made one final defiant as a queen. She wore a red dress a symbol of martyrism. And three times it take to chop her thick neck. The executioner took her head, but her hair was a wig and her head flew off to the side. Finally, her pet dog was hiding under her dress yapping and covered in her blood.

Well, there you go folks the background and queens who were opposite to each other lives. However, tied by fate as they would someday play the role of life and death. The grand prize for the winner was the crown of England which remained with Elizabeth I for the next 44 years after she triumphed over the Spaniard armada and the final enemy who came close to Elizabeth but she remained undefeated.

After her death, the crown did not go to Mary as planned, but it went to her son James Stuart who became the first monarchy to Scotland and England finally united the two kingdoms into the great nation that is today.

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MORE SCREENSHOTS MORE SCREENSHOTS AHHHH I KNEW IT WAS GOING TO BE TODAYYY AHHHH

GUYS GUYS GUYS IM SOOO FUKING PSYCHED HOLY SHIT HOLY SHITT WHAT ARE YOU MOST EXITED FOR?? ME DONALD BECAUSE IM A WEIRDO

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round 2: Woncler (William Afton x Onceler) vs Gomez Addams x CecilGershwinPalmer

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Nico and his friends: 

- “awww thanks, I love you too”

- “aNyONe WhO hURTs yOu diEs” “iM nOt a BaBy sToP tReATiNg Me LiKe oNe” “both of you are babies, why’re you even arguing over this? anyway, I’m on Reyna’s side, Nico’s the real baby here.” 

- “netflix n chill?” “netflix n chill” “guys.. apparently piper’s dad owns netflix.” “why is she so fucking rich” “i mean, isnt it her dad who’s rich?”

- “okay but youre my sibling” “yeah we’re all siblings” “siblings4life” “and death” “...siblings4life&death”

Will and his friends:

- “fuCK YOU AND YOUR DOCTOR-ISH-NESS, GORE CREEPS ME OUT OKAY?!” “But it’s all fake! Wimp” “both of you are afraid of snakes, you both are wimps” “dONT SPEAK OF THAT FOUL CREATURE” “hehehe... solace got scareddd-”

- “guys, lets drive all the way til africa?” “that isnt possible- oh wait we’re demigods” “i call shotgun” “and ill shoot you with one bIyAtCh- oml im so proud of myself for that one tho”

- “uhh- sHIT GUYS I THINK I ACCIDENTALLY MADE THE BIG HOUSE DISSAPPEAR” “you wHAT?” “i tOLD YoU WE COULDN’T TRUST LOU, BUT SINCE WHEN DID YOU LISTEN TO ME?”

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New Beginning

Status: One shot!

Main pairings: Barry Allen/Oliver Queen Minor pairings: Barry Allen & William Clayton Summary: Barry searches for his family after Crisis, but he finds much more.

Word Count: 2,220

Warnings: Crisis spoilers kind of.

Can be read on AO3 or under the cut.

The last thing Barry remembered was holding Oliver’s head up, Sara by his side as a new world was born. He didn’t know why he woke up in the crime lab. He immediately grabbed the nearest piece of paper and read it several times. Then his computer, he started flipping through files. Everything stayed the same. He looked down at his hands, counting his fingers. Ten. Okay. This was not a dream, he was really in CCPD, or at least what looked like it. He sighed and started to internally ask himself where he was. His first thought was his family. Iris, Wally, Joe, William. He needed to know where they were William and Jenna were. He didn’t want to have been involved in erasing anymore kids. He stood, and started to move downstairs. Unaware of where he was going to start. He ran to his loft, but it was empty. There was nothing, no furniture or anything. As he was running, he was forced to confront the fact that Oliver was dead, and he was dealing with that in his usually way; running. No matter what problems there were, there was always another problem to run to, a problem he could fix. So, he needed to know where his family was. He fell to his knees in the empty loft. Where was his home on this reality? What was happening ? “Barry!” he looked up through the large windows and saw Kara Danvers and J’onn J’onzz. Thank god he thought. After Kara explained what they had discovered, Barry decided he needed to find his family and make sure they were safe.

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When Barry rushed through the doors at the West house, he started calling names. “Joe? Iris?” he marched through the house. No matter what timeline or earth he’d explored the West house was the same. He was greeted by Eddie Thawne. He popped his head out of the kitchen with a grin. “Hey, Barry! Are you here to see Iris? She just went out.” Barry reached out and clapped Eddie on the shoulder, to make sure he was real and not part of the speed force, but played if off as a friendly greeting. “Eddie! I was looking for you and Iris. Where is she?” It wasn’t exactly a lie, not by any means. Eddie was his family, he just … wasn’t aware that Eddie was a family member he should be looking for.

Eddie crossed his arms, seeming to not believe that. “She’s at your house. She said she was specifically craving Oliver’s cooking.” Barry stared at him. “Which one?” he tried to laugh it off slightly with a joke. Eddie crossed his arms. “What happened in 2014 that prompted me to punch Barry in the face?” He asked seriously. “I … tried to get Iris to be with me.” he coughed awkwardly, hoping that was the last identity conforming questions. “Listen, Eddie, it’s me, some stuff just happened. It’s very important that I make sure Jenna and everyone is safe. We-- we lost someone in this crisis.” He needed Eddie to know how dire the situation was.

“Barry … I’m so sorry.” he squeezed Barry’s arm sympathetically but he also could tell the current situation was urgent. “Joe and Cecile moved up north with Wally a few months ago. They’re all there with Jenna. You should check home for everyone else. Your old childhood home.”

Barry nodded. “Thank you.” and he was gone before Eddie could fully process the words.

When Barry arrived at home, he didn’t waste any time. He rushed in through the front door. Stopping only to look around, when he saw William in the living room, he got to him with the aid of the speed force. He hadn’t the slightest idea why William was in his living room, but he would take over him having been somehow harmed or erased in the crisis.

Barry lowered himself closer to William’s height in relief, letting out the breath he’d been holding. “Are you okay?” He started to fuss over him, looking for injuries before looking at his face. “Will, are you hurt?” he was looking him in the face now. Willaim wrinkled his nose. “I’m fine, Papa, gosh. You always get so worried.” he rolled his eyes.

Papa . Barry stopped for a moment. He and Oliver had always been … but he wasn’t this involved with Oliver when everything happened. Not that be didn't welcome it, he did have a good relationship with Wiliam. He adored him.

He wasn’t sure how this would have changed. He hugged William tightly, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah … I’m sorry. Some stuff happened today, and I was scared that you were caught up in it.”

“Dad!” William called. “Papa took out a big bad today!”

Iris and Oliver appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. “Why didn’t you call me?” he had a hot pan in his hand, which he quickly realised and moved back to put it back on the stove. Barry slowly let go of William and crossed the house into the kitchen. He hugged Iris, who was significantly pregnant. “Congratulations again. Can I talk to my -- can I talk to Oliver for a moment?” he swallowed thickly.

To Iris, Barry looked like someone died, she made a face at his congratulations , but let it roll off given the circumstances. She kissed him on the cheek. “Yeah, Barr,” she said softly and stepped out of the room. Barry could hear her talking to William in the other room, but was unable to make out what they were saying. Barry stared at Oliver for a few seconds. “Ollie,” his voice was soft, “We’re married?” he expected Oliver to remember the crisis, as he and Kara, and J’onn had, but apparently he did not. “Barry, what happened to you today?” his voice was serious. In the same way he always said I’m here for you over the years. He turned off the stove, and put an arm around Barry. Something washed over Barry then; a sense of safety. It was like, maybe this all really was over. Maybe Oliver had created the world, and gotten to live in it. He finds himself pressing into Ollie. “You don’t remember it at all?” he whispered. “None of it?”

Oliver’s touch shifted and his other arm wrapped around him when Barry started to feel heavier against him. “Hey, what should I remember? What happened?”

Barry remembered their final moments face to face so clearly, the brief time they had alone spent much like this; holding each other. Even with Oliver in his new Spetre form, he was solid enough for Barry to hold him.

He’d insisted they would make it out if they worked together like they always had. Oliver wasn’t so sure. Then, even though they knew they didn’t have time for regrets, but they expressed those anyway.

“You were dead. Dig tried to get your soul from purgatory but you wouldn’t go, then you … became something else, but still you.” Barry pressed his face against Oliver’s neck, confronted his familiar scent, he began to settle more. Though it seemed to be. When Oliver was Spectre, it was different and he felt different to Barry … this was all Oliver. This is what Oliver Queen felt like under his touch, and how he smelled, it was his voice. So maybe in the birth of the new earth, Oliver really had been untouched by the crisis in the other universe, or whatever they would have to refer to this as. “I think you know by now that I don’t give up that easy.”

The tears crashed through then. “It was so bad, Ollie, all the earths died. There isn’t a multiverse anymore. We don’t know who’s dead, or who’s just forgotten.”

“There was … a multiverse?” Oliver was silent after that, just holding Barry close to him. Barry was sure that Oliver was imagining what Barry and the other heroes had been going through in the current crisis. Barry nodded slowly. “Yeah.” his eyes fell closed for a second before he pulled out of Oliver’s arms. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening now, what they would face in the future, but they could face it together. Oliver let Barry pull away but was watching him with concern. “Okay,” he said softly. “We’ll figure this out. We always do.” “Tell me about when we got married.” Barry just wanted to breathe for a second. J’onn would be there soon to fill Iris in he was sure, and then he would realise Oliver didn’t remember. “Please.”

Barry allowed Oliver to comfort him for the moment, gently rubbing his arms. “Okay, Barry.” His voice was soft. “We got married in twenty-seventeen.” He kissed Barry’s temple, gently. “Do you want me to get the pictures?” “There’s pictures?” he knew first hand that proper weddings were few and far between in this super-life, so the fact that they had a wedding photo surprised him. Oliver smiled a little, his eyes crinkling around the edges. “Yeah, hold on.” he headed out of the room, returning in a few seconds with a framed photo. It wasn’t exactly what Barry imagine when Oliver said a wedding picture … but it was perfect. The photo was a bit of a wide shot, Ray standing between them. William was standing with Oliver, and Iris with Barry. Barry was in his Flash suit, and Oliver still wore his own. There were other members of the teams in the photo as well. “I take it, we just took the chance?” Barry offered with a small laugh. “Yeah, we were cooped up on the ship after a mission shortly after I got custody of William.” He watched as Barry looked at the photo one more time before he set it on the counter and pulled Oliver into a soft kiss. “Why weren’t we married in the other earth?” he seemed hesitant about asking. Barry sighed and pulled back. “Because,” he crossed his arms. “We were idiots.” “Care to elaborate?” Oliver pressed, a small smile playing on his lips. Barry stared at the floor for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain their situation. “I loved you, and you loved me.” he figured he would have to say that much. “Everyone knew, William knew, hell I’m pretty sure Gideon knew and she’s an AI. We were … kind of together but we didn’t get our heads out of our asses until we were drugged by Team Flash and locked in a cell together. At one point during all that, you said if we survived you would marry me but ...” Tears welled up in Barry’s eyes again as he was hit with everything. “Then you died fighting in this crisis. I didn’t know I would get to come home to you, Ollie.”

“I’m sorry I don’t remember, but we’ll face whatever comes next together, like we always have.” you he paused for a moment. “Wait, so you don’t know about the girls?”

“The girls?” Barry was turned around by both of Oliver’s strong hands.

Oliver pointed to the sonograms on the fridge, over his shoulder. “Nora and Mia Allen. You broke me down, and Iris was more than happy to be our surrogate.” “How did I do that?” Barry touched the hand on his shoulder

Oliver kissed the back of Barry's head. "You sent me Flash onesies and I cried." It was obvious that Oliver was half joking, but Barry felt … better about the reality ahead.

A voice broke apart their moment. “I see you’ve located Oliver.” J’onn stood in the doorway. He was wearing his human face, most likely in worry of making Iris and William feel ill at ease, or someone being in the house that didn’t know just how different their friends were.

“Yeah.” Barry shook his head, trying to recover from the information overload. At least it was good. There was a home here, with Oliver, where he was alive. “Oliver doesn’t remember the crisis though.”

J’onn stepped forward. “I’ll give him your memories of the crisis.”

“Wait.” Barry moved in front of Oliver. “Maybe he doesn’t need to remember you know … dying.”

Oliver squeezed Barry’s shoulder. “No, it’s okay. Show me.” his voice level.

J’onn carefully pressed two fingers to Oliver’s temple. A light shone through and Oliver winced. His hand gripped Barry’s shoulder in a different way and he was leaning heavily on Barry now. J’onn couldn’t pick and choose what he gave him, so Oliver was being overloaded with all of Barry’s memories of Oliver, not just the crisis. All at once, in one split second. He inhaled sharply and nodded. “Okay, so what’s the next step?” he asked seriously, already in fight mode. Just like Oliver. “We should touch base,” J’onn started. “There is a lot to discuss now that we all seem to be of the same earth …” he reached out and touched both their heads. “but for now, we should all rest.”

Barry was flooded with the missing pieces from this new world from Oliver. Some were good, and some were bad, some were worse, but they were there, and this world was theirs and Barry loved every piece of it. He was ready to move forward and continue fighting by Oliver’s side for as long as they could.