#american diamond silver rings

[rafeandonlyrafe]

w for wheezie

words: 1.5k

warnings: very wheezie heavy i stan her, established relationship, physical violence!, descriptions of blood, rafe vs pogues, cameron family drama

“what do you think?” you hold up two letters, each silver with diamonds encrusted in them. “w for wheezie or l for louisa?”

“umm…” wheezie looks at the charms, tapping her chin, eyes flicking back and forth between the two.”

“i would say both, but…” you shrug, leaving the decision up to her.

“i think w because everyone calls me wheezie.” she decides.

“perfect.” you smile, looking at the chain lengths next. you love spending time with wheezie, especially when its shopping days like today where you take her to the mall or whatever store she wants.

usually rafe would accompany you, always hanging back to allow you to gossip, even if it was about him and your relationship. he’d only appear when you headed to the cash register, supplying his credit card to pay for whatever clothes or accessories you got.

“we should stop by sephora next.” you say as the cashier rings up your jewelry, various bracelets and necklaces, along with a chain and ring you bought for rafe (or really he bought for himself as you hand the cashier his card, but at least you picked it out).

“i need a new foundation for the summer.” wheezie says. it makes you pout for a moment, thinking about how grown up she is. you’ve been friends with rafe since middle school and used to play barbies with wheezie and take her to the american girl doll store, and now you’re taking her to buy makeup and try on dresses for homecoming.

“maybe a tinted moisturizer.” you remark, walking with bags in your hand to sephora.

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“i would call this a successful haul.” you giggle as you load up your car, having to put bags in the backseat as well once the trunk is full. you turn on a playlist of yours and wheezies favorite songs, having different playlists ready for whoever you’re with.

it’s practical to buy so much at one time since you made the almost two hour drive to norfolk to visit the mall, and probably won’t be back for a long time. you prefer staying in the outer banks to shop, but it’s not always possible with the limited number of stores.

“do you think you have time next week to take me to get my haircut?” wheezie asks, already looking a bit like a mini you, and you have no doubt she’ll ask for a similar haircut.

“of course, wheezie girl!” you nod before letting out a squeal when one of your favorite songs come on, you both belting out the words as you make your way back towards tanneyhill, driving through marshy swamplands, little towns and finally crossing over the bridge.

you pull up the driveway, surprised how eerily quiet it seems to be. usually rafe would be running out the door to make sure you didn’t carry anything in.

“stay in the car for a sec wheezie girl…” you have a strange feeling building, and you always trust your gut. you look back to make sure she doesn’t follow you as you walk into the house to hear muffled grunting.

“rafe?” you call out, your cautious footsteps turning into a run as you make your way further into the house until you see rafe being held up by john b, jjs arm pushing forward to punch him in the gut.

“stop it!” you shout, running in to push jj away, but the second rafe is out of john bs tight hold, he turns to attack them, bravely taking on both in a flair of fists.

“stop it, rafe!” you shout, pulling at his arm. he only pauses when he feels your gentle touch, but john b doesn’t quit, reaching out to hit rafe again, right in the nose as he instantly starts to bleed.

“sarah!” you scream, finally noticing her in the corner of the room, sat with a glazed look in her eye with her knees pulled up to her chest. “stop your freaking attacking dog boyfriend!” you step between the boys, all three of them panting heavily, rafes nose dripping blood down the front of his shirt.

“we are fucking rescuing her!” jj says, puffing his chest up.

“what?” you turn to look at sarah, waiting for an explanation.

“rafe tried to lock me in the house.” she finally says, seeming to shake out of whatever daze she’s in as she stands up. “he tried to stop me from seeing john b.”

“im just trying to do whats best for you, sarah.” rafe says, his voice sounding hoarse from the fight. “he’s a bad guy.”

“no he’s not!” sarah shouts, no doubt going to start in on tirade when you hold your hand up.

“sarah, go with john b. just…” you let out a deep sigh. “get out of here. be back by dark though.” you shoo her away. no way she’s going to actually listen to you and be back by sundown, but at least it gives you time to figure out what’s going on and tend to rafe.

you turn to watch them leave, frown appearing on your face when you see wheezie standing there, looking like a scared little girl you once knew.

“wheeze-” you call to her, but she runs up her stairs into her room, slamming her door loudly. a problem for later, you decide as you turn to rafe.

“come on, baby, lets get you cleaned up.” you say softly, trying to lessen the anger so visible on his features. you lead rafe into the kitchen, wetting a rag with warm water as you gently drag it over his face, feeling tears well up in your eye when you see his busted lip.

“how was shopping? did you have fun?” rafe asks, making you glare at him.

“don’t you dare try to change the topic, rafe cameron. what happened?” you sigh.

“john b and those pogues are fucking criminals. there’s someone who has been robbing houses, and i don’t doubt it’s those fucking-” rafe lets out an angry grunt when you press the washcloth against his cheek, a bruise already forming. “im just trying to protect my family.”

“sarah isn’t a kid anymore, you gotta let her protect herself.” you say softly. “besides, wheezie seeing you all beat up and bloodied isn’t-”

“it was only because it was two against one.” rafe counters.

“baby.” you shake your head. “you’re missing the point. you have no proof that they’re doing anything. trust sarah, alright? i’ll talk to her later.”

“what would we do without you.” rafe smiles, cringing slightly when it stretches his lip, but it doesn't stop him from pressing his mouth against yours, wrapping his arms around your waist.

“you deserve the cameron last name more than sarah does.” rafe says, holding you tight against him, feeling your hands shaking slightly. “gonna marry you one day.”

“alright, buddy.” you giggle, making rafe roll his eyes as you pull away. he loves to talk about your future together despite still being so young. you can’t say you haven’t spent time imagining it yourself. “im gonna go talk to wheeze.”

“okay.” rafe gives you another kiss before watching you walk away.

you walk softly up the stairs, tapping your knuckles against wheezies door before opening it up.

“hey, everyone is okay.” you say softly, seeing her sitting on her bed, phone in hand, no doubt scrolling to distract from anything she’s feeling.

“i’m fine.” wheezie shakes her head. she may look fine, but you can see the look in her eyes. she’s just as shaken as you are, if not more.

“it’s okay to not be, though.” you sit down on the bed next to her. “you saw your brother getting beat up, you’re allowed to not be okay with seeing that.”

“its just…” wheezie sighs. “sarah has been so different lately since she started hanging out with john b. she even lied to me the other day.”

“im sorry, wheezie girl.” you wrap her in a tight hug. “your sister loves you. she’s just a teenager, going through a rebellious phase of life. she doesn’t realize that her actions have consequences and can hurt the people she loves.”

“will you talk to her?” wheezie asks. “you always know what to say.”

“of course.” you nod, pulling away from the hug, forcing a smile on your face. “but hey, let’s go get our shopping bags.”

“okay.” wheezie manages a smile.

you walk downstairs to see rafe has already brought everything in from the car, placing it all throughout the front entrance.

you smile as wheezie instantly goes for the sephora bags as you wrap your arms around rafe, pressing your head against his chest.

“its all gonna be alright.” you tell him.

“as long as you’re with me, you’re right.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head, his eyes bulging when he sees the dress wheezie pulls out. 

“you are not wearing that-” he begins to argue, finger wagging just like his dad would.

“it’s not for me, its for y/n!” wheezie argues.

“oh.” rafe looks down at you, noting the blush spread across your cheeks. “well, you can wear that but only for me.”

“rafe!” you squeal while wheezie makes a grossed out face.

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[arthistoryanimalia]

René Lalique was born #OTD (6 April 1860 - 1 May 1945). Since it's also still #BatAppreciationWeek, here are a few of Lalique's many bats!

1. bat anklet c.1898-9; gold, enamel, antique & rose diamond, opal 2. bat ring c.1899; silver, enamel, moonstone, gold both Musée des Arts décoratifs

Both these pieces were commissioned as gifts for American writer Natalie Clifford Barney (1876-1972), who was openly lesbian; bats were a Fin de siècle symbol of homosexuality. But they were also popular Art Nouveau motifs thanks to Japonisme. Here is another example:

3. Ring c.1901, gold, blue enamel, sapphire

And another, this one paired with another popular Art Nouveau animal:

4. "Butterflies and Bats" pocketwatch, c. 1899-1900; gold, enamel, moonstone.Via Christie's (sold in 2002 for US$207,500)

[footprintsinthesxnd]

Chapter one: The Day the Americans Came

Harry Crosby x Maggie Reid / Ken Lemmons x Maggie Reid

Series Masterlist

This story is based on on the fictional portrayal of these men from the MOTA to series.

Summary: Maggie has never been one for love and romance, choosing to concentrate on the job at hand and to play her part in the war effort. When the Americans descend on Thorpe Abbotts Maggie and the Lancaster bomber crews are less than pleased, until she meets a Navigator and a Flight Chief.

Collab with @georgieluz

Maggie Reid Archie Sullivan

June 27th 1943, 11:00, Thorpe Abbotts AAF base

Looking down at her left hand, Maggie sighed. Another letter had arrived from her mother asking when she was finally going to give up this ‘folly’ and go home to get married. For some reason her mother didn’t agree with her participation in the war effort, and despite her endless lectures on how proud she was of Maggie’s sister for joining the Army Nursing Corps, joining the Woman’s Auxiliary Air Force and working predominantly as ground crew wasn’t good enough. ‘It’s not women’s work,’ was her main retaliating comment.

While her sister's ring finger adorned a silver ring, an oval cut diamond that caught the light perfectly, and with a Major on her arm to suit her perfect lifestyle, Maggie did not. Her left hand was currently wrapped in a bandage to cover the large gash she had earned yesterday whilst trying to rivet a new sheet onto the damaged Lancaster Bomber.

Grumbling, she climbed down the ladder, placing her hammer into the toolbox on the floor and wiping her brow with her red handkerchief. June, her little spaniel, was tucked up asleep by the wheels, snoozing contently in the warm, summer sun. Every now and again she would whimper, her legs twitching and Maggie hoped she was dreaming of chasing rabbits.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maggie caught a blue figure striding towards her, and the skip in his step indicated that it was none other than the bane of her existence and one of her best friend, Archie Sullivan.

“Good morning Love, and how are we doing on this fine morning?”

Maggie huffed, “Just fine, no thanks to you and your flying antics. How is it you manage to damage this plane every time she leaves my sight?”

Archie looked up, cocking his left eyebrow at her, “I wasn’t talking to you. I was talking to darling June here, wasn’t I girl?” The blue roan cocker spaniel quickly emerged from beneath the plane, her tail wagging frantically as she jumped onto the pilots lap, licking under his chin in an affectionate greeting.

Of course he was talking to the dog. Nearly every man in his squadron knew June, but very few even acknowledge Maggie’s existence.

“But on that note, how are you?” Archie stood, brushing his uniform off from the marks that June’s paws had left. He had his signature cocky grin on his lips and Maggie had to fight the urge not to punch him in his ridiculously handsome face on a daily basis. There was just something infuriating about his cockiness which was actually how they became friends in the first place when they’d first met at Duxford over a year ago.

“I’m fine,” she nodded curtly, picking up her toolbox and marching away from the plane, June running along at her heels.

“I take it you got another letter from your mother then,” Archie responded, he sauntered after her, catching up with her easily, only to receive a glare in response.

“How did you guess?” She was partly annoyed that he could read her so well, but thankful that she had someone to talk to. Someone who understood.

“Well, for a start you’re in a foul mood this morning, and you have this little scrunched line on your forehead that you get whenever something has upset you,” Archie noted, giving Maggie a sideways glance and accepting that she wasn’t ready to talk about it. “So… have you got your eyes on any of the new Americans on base?”

Maggie snorted, “They've only been here a few weeks. As if I'd have time for romance when I spend all my time repairing your plane. You’re lucky I like you Archie.”

“It’s not just my plane you’re fixing, there are others too. Eddie and Tom’s plane was in far worse shape last week,” Archie screwed up his face and stuck his tongue out at her, earning a small chuckle. “Well there are plenty of young eligible ground crew now the Yanks have turned up, not to mention pilots and navigators and…”

“Archie, give it a rest will you. God, you sound like my mother.” She stopped herself. Why had she given it away so easily? She didn’t want to talk about her mothers letter and yet somehow she always managed to open up to Archie.

“I see,” Archie rubbed his chin for a moment, his eyes glazed as he debated his next sentence. “How about we head out to Dickleburgh one evening? You could be my wingman.”

Maggie sniggered, “And what does that role entail? I’m not volunteering for anything that hasn’t been fully explained to me.”

Archie rolled his eyes, “It’s very simple. You just have to big me up to any attractive men and help me get in their good books, I can do the rest.”

Maggie thought for a moment, “Well that’s going to be difficult, there’s nothing good to say about you.” Archie shoved her gently and she mocked falling dramatically.

“Pushing a woman, whatever next Archie Sullivan. I’ll have you written up,” she jested playfully, rubbing her arm.

“Yeah, yeah sure you will. Seriously though, please will you come out with me, please,” he begged, clasping his hands together, his bottom lip stuck out.

Sighing Maggie relented, “Okay fine, but only if we can get a lift in a jeep, I’m not walking again.”

“Absolutely, definitely can do that, I promise,” Archie gave her a quick hug, kissing her cheek before hurrying back towards the officers Nissen huts. “You won’t regret this, Maggie. I promise.”

Maggie laughed, “I’m sure I will. Hey, wait a sec. Have you seen my wrench, I can’t find it anywhere?”

Archie shrugged, “Sorry, I haven’t seen it. Maybe try the Yanks, I’m sure they have lots of spare tools.” He waved goodbye quickly, striding back towards his hut where Maggie’s wrench happened to be hidden under his bunk. It was all in good sport, she just needed a gentle nudge sometimes.

June 27th 1943, 16:00, Thorpe Abbotts AAF base

“Hello, I was sent over here to see if you have a wrench I can borrow, mine has wandered off and otherwise I have to go all the way back across base to the store room,” Maggie shielded her eyes from the late afternoon sun, shouting to the seemingly empty Flying Fortress, when several heads appeared out of the windows.

One of the young men was hanging upside down out of the bomb bay doors, a cheeky grin on his face. “Well, hello there ma’am. How can I be of assistance?”

Maggie found herself turning her head sideways as she spoke, “Could I please borrow a wrench?”

The young engineer cocked his eyebrow, blinked a few times before disappearing back into the Fort and jumping down onto the tarmac.

“A wrench you say? I don't know if we have a spare one I’m afraid. Your best bet would probably be to check the store room.”

The young engineer slung the piece of cloth he’d been wiping his hands over his shoulder with a smirk, as he bent down to pat June on the head. The spaniel wagged its tail enthusiastically, jumping to lick the young man’s face. “What does a pretty lady such as yourself need a wrench for anyway?”

Maggie huffed, she should have gone there first rather than tracking across the base and then having to walk back anyway. This was all Archie’s idea, this was the last time she'd be taking any of his advice.

“I'm an engineer with the WAAF. Those Lancasters over there are my babies,” she pointed across the airfield to the dark specs in the distance which resembled the planes.

The young man nodded, an impressed grin on his lips, “Sorry I couldn't be of more help. I can walk across to the store if you’d like, I know it's a fair walk?”

Maggie thought over his offer for a moment. She guessed it would be nice to have some company, although looking at the state of the Fort behind him he was clearly needed here more. It was a nice gesture though and Maggie wiped her hands down her overalls before raising one to greet him. “No, that’s okay. I could use the walk. Thank you…?”

“Oh,” he shook her hand in return, “Sergeant Ken Lemmons, I'm the Flight Chief for the Forts,” he gestured behind him with a proud smile., his wavy locks bouncing as he turned his head.

“I’d never have guessed,” Maggie laughed, amused by their awkward encounter. “I’m Sergeant Maggie Reid. It’s nice to meet you, Sergeant Lemmons, but I should probably start heading back, the long walk and all.”

“Sure thing, it was nice to meet you, Sergeant Reid,” Ken waved her off as she began her long walk back across the base. She waved back halfheartedly, chuckling as the other engineers dropped down from the Fort and began rigging Ken about a girl visiting him. A small smile creeped across her lips as a thought crossed her mind, maybe she would have to visit the American ground crew more often.

June 27th 1943, 17:00, Thorpe Abbotts AAF base

When she finally reached the building on the other side of the base, Maggie hurried down the corridor to the storeroom, hoping that she could get back out to the Lancaster before it got too dark. The corridor was narrow and she took a sharp turn, away from the briefing rooms that were buzzing with life behind her.

She often wondered what it would have been like to be an ‘ops room girl’, wearing her RAF blues every day, her hair curled and pinned neatly and not to constantly smell of engine oil.

Her mind began wandering to the cheeky smile Ken Lemmons had sent her way, when a body flew into the side of her causing her to collide against the wall and fall against the hard, wooden floor.

“I am so sorry miss, are you alright?” A worried face appeared above her, his forehead creased with concern. He was clad in a leather flying jacket and Mae West, with several maps rolled up under his arm, and his brown locks falling onto his forehead as he bent forward.

“Yeah I’m fine, no thanks to you,” she snapped, taking his outstretched hand and pulling herself up. “You dropped this.” She thrust the fallen snow globe into his palm with a weak smile.

“Oh thank God. Bubbles would have killed me if it had smashed,” he clutched the globe against his chest with a sigh, the small pieces of artificial snow drifting down to the flamingos inside once more.

Maggie looked at him quizzically, “Bubbles? What kind of a name is that?” She’d heard of some funny nicknames from the RAF pilots but ‘Bubbles’ was something else.

The young man smiled, looking down at the snow globe in his hand with a chuckle, “No, his real name is Joseph. Bubbles is just his nickname.”

Maggie rolled her eyes with a smile, “Well I’d hoped that wasn’t the name his mother gave him.”

The pair chuckled and the young man stretched out his hand, “Harry Crosby, I’m a navigator with the 100th.”

Maggie took Harry’s hand, shaking it slowly, “Crosby huh? Like Bing?” Harry just laughed, shaking her hand. “Well Harry, I hope you navigate the Forts better than you navigate these corridors.”

Harry nodded sheepishly, “I endeavor to try.”

Maggie nodded slowly, “Maggie Reid, I’m with the WAAF, I’m an engineer for the Lancaster Bomber.”

Harry smiled in response, “Well, it was really nice to meet you, Maggie. I’m in a hell of a hurry but I hope to see you around base sometime,” bundling his papers under his arm clumsily.

Maggie waved Harry off as he began hurrying along the corridor, almost dropping his maps again and he turned, embarrassed to see she was still watching him.

“Sure thing, Harry. Good luck.” Smiling to herself, she picked up her tool belt that had fallen to the ground when she had. Harry Crosby, she had a feeling, was going to be a name that she knew quite well. A loud crash from down the corridor caused her to chuckle. Harry Crosby sure was accident prone.

July 2nd 1943, 18:00, Dicklesburgh

“I can’t believe you’re making me cycle, Archie. You promised me a jeep,” Maggie whined, untangling her dress from the bike chain for the third time in the short ride to Dickleburgh.

“I know I did, but I couldn’t get one. I’m sorry Mags. I’ll do better next time, I promise,” he grinned cheekily over his shoulder at her as she huffed, straightening out her dress. She so rarely wore dresses and the light blue one fitted her perfectly and was her favourite. It now had three black, oily stains up the side of it which she could only pray would come out when she washed it.

The ride to Dickleburgh wasn’t long and they soon came to a halt beside the thatch-roofed pub, propping their bikes against the small, stone wall before following the pathway towards the pub door. Archie pushed the large wooden door inwards, bowing elaborately as he let Maggie go through first. She snorted at his chivalry, it was something that he only seemed to do for her, he was charming but obnoxious and annoying at times, yet Maggie couldn’t imagine her life without him.

Stepping into the bar, the familiar hum of chattering people met them, while a radio played comfortingly in the background. Making their way to their usual table, Maggie flopped down in one of the hard, wooden chairs, a sigh leaving her lips as her exhausted limbs ached.

Archie grinned, “You want your usual?” He already knew what he answer was going to be but he humoured her in case she decided on something different.

“Yes please,” she smiled sweetly at him and he rolled his eyes in return, their normal behaviour towards each other.

“One ginger beer coming up,” Archie sauntered towards the bar, grinning widely at the barmaid who battered her eyelashes at him. It always made Maggie laugh at the way women behaved towards Archie, when he had absolutely no intention in following through with his flirting.

Maggie couldn’t contain the giggle that escaped her as Archie rolled his eyes at the barmaid's comment, returning with a ginger beer and a pint in his hands. “Well, that was… interesting,” Archie took a sip from his pint, ignoring the foam moustache that appeared on his top lip.

“You should just tell her that you’re not interested. The poor girl’s been after you for weeks,” Maggie raised an eyebrow at her friend's antics.

“But this way it keeps all the other ladies off my back. You ladies have a code, don’t you? While she’s pursuing me none of the others will bother me.” She had to admit that Archie had a good theory going but sooner or later the poor girl would realise the whole thing was a game, and she wasn’t sure how welcome they would be after that.

The door flying open alerted the pair to the group of Americans who strolled in, their heads held high like they owned the establishment and running their mouths in their usual, less than charming way. She recognised a lot of them, having seen them around base but none of them would know her, no one noticed ground crew, especially not a female one.

A familiar, smiling face caught her eye as she realised that none other than Harry Crosby was with the pilots. Well he is their navigator after all. And another person, who she could only assume was Bubbles, stood beside him. A hard jab in her ribs caused her to turn, glaring at Archie would just glared back at her.

“Who are you starting at? Did you hear anything I just said?”

She’d like to admit that she had heard every word in great detail, but she couldn’t lie as her eyes once again drifted over to Harry.

“Hey Maggie, I’m over here love,” Archie waved his hand over her face and she smacked him away.

“What? What do you want?”

“Nothing,” he sniggered, “You’re just funny when you’re mad.” Maggie huffed, squinting her eyes and her lips set in a thin line. Sometimes she wasn’t sure how she put up with his antics.

As the evening drew on Maggie loosened up, having stolen a few sips from Archie’s beer and denying all evidence. She wasn’t really one for alcohol but occasionally she needed liquid courage, even if she didn’t intend to talk to any of the other pilots.

“I need another drink,” Archie groaned, standing and stretching with elaborate effort before he once more sauntered towards the bar. Maggie shook her head, staring into her ginger beer thoughtfully.

A light tap on her shoulder caused her to jump, elbowing the other person in the ribs. She only realised who it was when the pained face of Harry Crosby was beside her, his hands clutching his ribs.

“Oh my, I’m so sorry,” she jumped up from her seat but Harry just waved her off.

“Don’t worry about it,” he wheezed, “If that's what your elbow can do, I’d hate to see what your left hook is like.” The pair laughed and Maggie encouraged Harry to join her table, having a niggling feeling that Archie would be stuck at the bar for a while.

“So what brings you to Dickleburgh?” Harry asked, adopting Archie’s seat opposite her, a wide smile forming on his handsome features, and Maggie couldn’t help but notice the way his lips turned up at the corners, dimples appearing on his cheeks.

“Oh, Archie and I come here all the time,” she motioned towards the RAF pilot at the bar, who was currently in deep conversation with one of the other American pilots.

Harry looked over at Archie, nodding solomley, “Then I shall leave you to enjoy the evening with your beau.” Harry pushed his chair away quickly, cringing as it scraped across the cobbled floor.

“No, wait!” Maggie stood quickly, grasping Harry’s arm, “He’s not my beau, I don’t have a beau. We’re just good friends. He flies one of the Lancasters I look after, I’ve known him for a while.”

Maggie noticed the relieved sigh that left Harry’s lips, but she chose not to mention it, relishing in his company and the two of them easily fell back into conversation.

“Tell me about yourself, Harry Crosby. What’s it like being a navigator?” Maggie smiled at him, watching as Harry’s cheeks blushed a light shade of pink.

“Well, it’s a lot of responsibility. Sometimes I wonder if I’m the right man for the job. I… well I umm suffer from terrible air sickness. I’m not sure how I got through training to be honest. I’m normally okay but then sometimes I get in the air and my stomach flips and up it comes.” They both cringe as poor Harry relived his embarrassment. Maggie realised that Harry was the navigator that her friend Madison, who was a nurse at the base infirmary, was telling her about last week.

“I said too much, I’m sorry,” Harry flapped, his nose growing pinker by the second. He could barely look Maggie in the eye, instead staring daggers at his empty pint glass.

“Please don’t apologise. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’d probably have motion sickness too, I’ve just never been in a plane,” she reached across the table and squeezed Harry’s hand, to which he returned the sentiment.

“I just don’t want to let anyone down,” he mumbled, meeting her eyes. The way he looked at her then reminded Maggie of how June sometimes looked at her when she was waiting for a treat, large brown eyes looking so sorrowful.

“You haven’t let anyone down Harry, in fact I’ve heard you’re the best navigator in the 100th,” Maggie assured him, sending him a winning smile causing his heart to flutter.

“I don’t know about that. Now Bubbles he’s an amazing navigator. He’s one of the best,” he smiled fondly thinking of his best friend.

“I definitely need to meet this infamous ‘Bubbles’. He sounds like a very good friend.” Harry nodded, grinning back at her.

“He’s the best friend a guy could have.”

The pair quickly found common ground, discussing their lives at Thorpe Abbott when a hand suddenly appearing on her shoulder caused Maggie to jump as Archie’s smiling face appeared beside her.

“Hello, hello. Who do we have here?” Archie dropped down in the chair between Maggie and Harry, looking between them quickly, grinning like a madman. “You must be Harry Crosby,” he thrust his hand towards Harry who shook it quickly.

“I’m Archie, Archie Sullivan. Lancaster bomber pilot.”

Harry nodded, “Yes I’m Harry Crosby. Umm… navigator, 100th bomb group.”

Maggie watched in disbelief as Archie struck up a conversation with Harry who kept looking awkwardly between Maggie and Archie.

What was Archie playing at?

“Well isn’t this nice and cosy,” Archie remarked, knocking his knee into Maggie’s and winking at her. She just glared back at him, watching as Harry nervously chewed his bottom lip.

“So Harry Crosby, what part of the States are you from?” Archie asked, leaning across towards Harry expectantly.

“Oh umm…” Harry stumbled, “I’m from Iowa. It’s a midwestern state between Missouri and Mississippi. The capital is Des Moines, which is where I’m from.” He finished his ramble, picking up his glass and taking a long, disdainful swig from his warm pint of beer.

“Alright Harry, I didn’t ask for your life history,” Archie joked, earning a sharp kick in the shin from Maggie that had him withering beneath the table.

“So what are your intentions with young Maggie over here?” Archie blurted out, earning another wide-eyed glare from Maggie.

"I'm kidding, I’m kidding. I’m not that bad, I swear,” Archie laughed quietly, taking a sip from his half empty pint. “I’m not Maggie’s keeper.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing and her eyes drifted across the pub to where she noticed the rest of her ground crew were standing. She caught James’ eye and he waved her over.

“I’ll be back,” she promised Harry, sending him a sympathetic smile to which his dark eyes pleaded with her not to leave him alone with Archie. It was alright though, she knew Archie had good intentions and just wanted what was best for her, even if that meant embarrassing her in front of a rather charming American.

She made her way over to the group of her fellow ground crew members, being met with a few cheerful hellos. James, more affectionately known as Jimmy, draped his arm over her shoulder. He was a tall, dark-haired man with a dashing smile, who Maggie had instantly warmed too.

“Who’s the Yank?” He pointed towards Harry who was cringing under Archie’s scrutiny.

Maggie laughed, “He’s a navigator with the 100th. I ran into him earlier and we got talking, now Archie’s giving him the twenty questions.”

“Poor fella,” Jimmy mused, turning his attention back to the other mechanics who were playing darts.

It was strange really how they’d accepted her as one of their own. She was actually higher ranking than all of them and thus they treated her with the utmost respect, unlike some of the pilots. The Lancaster ground crew were a tightly knit group of six people including Maggie who worked tirelessly to keep the planes spick and span and most importantly airworthy.

George tapped Maggie’s shoulder, “Ya fancy a go?” He pointed towards the darts board. George was just nineteen, with all his life ahead of him. He was local to Thorpe Abbott and his family often visited the base, bringing along with them the odd cakes for the rest of his crew.

“Nah,” Maggie shook her head, “Should probably rescue poor Harry from Archie’s interrogation.”

“First name basis with this navigator are we,” Jimmy jested, nudging her side.

“Oh piss off,” she laughed, shoving him in return. Maggie had grown to love the sibling comradery she shared with her fellow mechanics, always enjoying the crude jests and jokes they played on each other.

She made her way back across the pub, following the long wooden beams around to where Harry and Archie were seated and caught the end of their conversation.

“But I’m warning you, Harry. You do anything to hurt her, and I mean anything, and you and I will have a problem. She deserves to be happy and I’m not having some Yank come over here and break her heart.”

Harry nodded slowly, his eyes darting nervously between Archie and the door as if he was keeping his escape route clear.

“I like you Crosby, but she’s my best friend and I’ll always protect her.”

“I admire your devotion to her and I swear that my intentions are pure. I’m no threat and I mean no harm,” Harry quickly assured him, catching Maggie’s eye over Archie’s shoulder and smiling.

“Well then you and I should get on fine,” Archie stood, sending Maggie a winning smile when he noticed her presence. “Don’t worry, Mags, this one’s a keeper.”

Maggie’s face heated up and she sent Harry an apologetic smile, taking the seat Archie had previously occupied. “I’m so sorry about it that…” she began but Harry cut her off.

“You don’t have to apologise, you’re friend’s a nice guy and he’s just looking out for you. I admire your friendship, you both sound a lot like Bubbles and I.”

Maggie grinned back at him, Archie’s friendship truly did mean everything to her, without him her time at Thorpe Abbott would have been more hellish than she could ever know.

“He means well, although he gets on my nerves sometimes,” Maggie rolled her eyes dramatically and Harry laughed, throwing his head back a little. He looked so carefree compared with how distressed he’d looked when she’d first run into him.

The conversation continued to flow easily, Maggie told him about the latest flak damage one of the Lancasters had received while he told her of damage his plane had received on his first combat mission.

Maggie had never heard someone talk so descriptively and vividly about flak fire, of course, she knew what it was but she’d never experienced it herself. She found herself almost becoming emotional at the thought of all those young men under fire. She’d heard the stories from the Battle of Britain in the papers and on the radio, but to hear a first-hand account was so much worse.

“I’m sorry you didn’t need to know all that,” Harry sighed sadly. She wasn’t sure why he felt the need to keep apologising when he hadn’t said too much at all.

“No, no it’s okay. Don’t apologise, Harry, you never have to apologies for talking about things like this. It’s good to get it off your chest,” Maggie reached out, picking up Harry’s hand. “My mother always told me that a problem shared is a problem halved, so if you ever want to talk about it I’m always hear to listen.”

He nodded slowly, a faint smile appearing on his lips. He went to say something else when Archie and an American pilot appeared beside them.

“Hello love birds, how’s your evening going?”

Maggie sighed disdainfully, “It’s going well no thanks to your interruptions Archie.”

He gasped in mock hurt, “I’m so offended. You were meant to be my wingman too and instead, I had to do all the work myself.”

Maggie laughed, her eyes moving to look up at the pilot beside him. He wore a cocky smile, his black moustache twitching as his lips formed a smile. His hands rested on his hips and he gave her his hand.

“Major John Egan, ma’am.”

Maggie shook his hand reluctantly, her eyes leaving Harry’s for only a second, “Maggie Reid, it’s nice to meet you, Sir.”

“Call me John, please,” he assured her before Archie interrupted.

“We’re heading off now, Mags, are you coming? You can bring Harry along too.”

Harry stood from the table quickly, “I should be going anyway. May I walk back with you?”

Maggie’s heart raced a little faster as she nodded quickly, linking her arm through Harry’s, and ignoring the low whistle from Archie behind her.

The small group left the pub, following their way down the dimly lit path and back past the stone wall onto the road. Very little traffic could be found around here at night, the most being the Lancasters on their night missions overhead, and with very few civilians owning cars the roads were dead at night.

Maggie grabbed hold of her bike, pushing it along as she walked beside Harry, Archie and John Egan trailed behind them, engrossed in their own conversation.

Harry was commenting on how bright the stars were above them, there was no cloud cover tonight and they could be seen so brightly against the black backdrop.

“Yeah, they’re real beautiful,” Maggie agreed, “Back ‘ome in Dorset… home,” Maggie corrected herself. She always tried her hardest not to let her accent slip through but she still occasionally dropped her h’s still.

Harry just smiled at her, “You have an unusual accent.”

Maggie shook her head, “Nothin’ unusual about it really. I try not to let it slip too often.” She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to hide her accent, but when she was surrounded by well spoken RAF pilots and Americans it seemed like she was ‘common’ in some way.

“I like it,” Harry admitted, “It makes you different.”

Harry was the first man to ever like her accent. She’d had plenty of people comment on it before, the RAF pilots in Duxford where she’d been posted before Thorpe Abbott had often come up with choice names for her.

They fell into comfortable silence, arms swinging by their sides and their fingers occasionally touching, brushing against each other but neither wanted to make the first move.

“Why don’t you just do us all a favour and hold hands,” John Egan remarked from behind them, making both of them blush furiously at the Major's words.

Harry fixed his gaze on her, his dark eyes silently asking for permission, to which Maggie nodded and his hand slipped into hers. The action felt safe and familiar, like they’d been holding hands all their lives. Harry’s hand was much larger than hers, enveloping it, as if he meant to protect her from some unknown force.

Archie cleared his throat behind them, Maggie swung around to look at him.

“There’s something I want to show, John,” he motioned to Major Egan beside him, “So we’re going to walk a different way back to base. Harry, be a good chap and walk Maggie home for me would you?”

Maggie resisted the urge to smack Archie, she hated it when people talked about her rather than addressing her. She was quite capable of walking back to base herself, but from the look of Harry’s eager smile she could tell that he also didn’t want the evening to end.

“Of course, it would be my pleasure, Sir.”

Archie nodded, clearly pleased that his evening was going to plan, “Well Mags, I’ll see you in the morning alright. Here let me take the bikes, John can ride yours back to base.”

Maggie passed the bike over to Major Egan who took it gratefully, “I promise you’ll have it back in one piece,” he assured her, although Maggie wasn’t inclined to believe him.

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Mags,” Archie added, laughing heartily as he turned away from her.

She went to protest but he was already in deep conversation with Major Egan, pushing the bikes in the opposite direction. She wondered what he so desperately needed to show the Major but with Harry’s hand in hers she barely spared them another thought as they continued down the road back to base.

She wondered what would come of her bicycle in the hands of the infamous John Egan but that would be Archie's problem. He would just owe her a new one.

“So, what’s your family like? Do you have any siblings?” Harry asked, his brown eyes shining in the moonlight, making them look lighter than normal. Maggie felt herself staring at him, admiring the light blush that spread across his pale features under her gaze, the way one loose dark curl fell across his forehead. He was an attractive man and Maggie suddenly felt very aware of their close proximity. She stepped back, pulling Harry along the road.

“My family isn't that interesting really,” Maggie began, hoping that Harry would just ask her another question, but his eyes remained on her and so she continued. “I’m from Poole, it’s a coastal town in Dorset, in the South of England.”

Harry nodded along as she talked. He seemed genuinely interested in what she was saying. No man had ever been this interested other than Archie. She’d had plenty of pilots walk her back to Thorpe Abbott but none of them cared what she had to say. Most only wanted one thing and when they realised they weren't going to get it they lost interest.

“My father is a sheep farmer and my mother is a seamstress. My sister, Daphne, became a nurse to help the war effort. She’s currently stationed in Africa which is where she met her fiancé, he’s some Major or something.”

Maggie wished she could be pleased for her sister but Daphne had always been the wild one. No doubt that this engagement would end in tears. “My parents are very proud of her, me on the other ‘and, well they just don't understand how I've worked with all these pilots and ‘aven't got a ring on my finger.”

She sighed, glancing at Harry who was now staring straight ahead, “Sorry, I’ve said too much.” She ducked her head in embarrassment. Why did she just tell him all that? Harry seemed like a nice young man and she just went blabbing about how no man seemed to want her. ‘Well done Maggie’, she berated herself but Harry just shook his head smiling.

“You didn't say too much, Maggie. I like hearing about your family.” His smile was genuine, he meant what he said and Maggie found herself smiling back at him.

“Now it's your turn,” she laughed, “Tell me all about the Crosby’s.”

“All right,” Harry laughed.

The conversation continued, both of them comparing their families and laughing all the way back to Thorpe Abbott. Maggie found herself wishing the walk was longer, something about talking with Harry Crosby made her feel more alive than she had felt in a long time. Life at Thorpe Abbott had all blurred into one and Maggie found herself going through the motions every day without truly feeling anything. Harry felt like a burst of light, breaking through the dark colds and actually noticing her.

As they neared the Nissen Hut where Maggie was stationed with the other women on base she felt disappointed. Who knew whether Harry would want to see her again after tonight? She hated to think that this would just be one night that she would hold close to her heart every time things got tough.

“This is me,” she motioned to the hut to the left. “I had a real nice time with you, Harry.”

Maggie felt her hand slipping from his and suddenly she felt cold and alone. Harry reached back, taking her hand in his and placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles.

“I had a great time too, Maggie. I'd love to do it again, if you'd like to of course,” his cheeks were dusted red before he finished his sentence, his eyes looking down at his shoes.

“I’d like that very much,” with a sudden minute of courage she leant forward, pressing her lips to Harry’s cheek. “Good night, Harry.” The young navigator blushed furiously in the darkness and Maggie’s heart swelled at the shy smile he sent her way.

“Goodnight Maggie.”

From the step of the Nissen hut, Maggie watched as Harry disappeared into the darkness, turning the corner and vanishing from view as if he'd never been there in the first place. However, the feeling of his hand in hers remained, reminding her that it had all been real.

Ken Lemmons watched the whole scene unfold, jealousy biting at his heart as he watched Maggie smile fondly at Harry. Of all people, it had to be Harry. He didn't have a bad bone in his body and he was the most genuine, and kind man Ken had ever met. How could he ever compete with that?

Maggie noticed the lit end of a cigarette glowing orange in the darkness, she couldn't see the figure it belonged to but she knew they were there. She had felt their eyes on her earlier, but she couldn't pinpoint who it was. She opened the door of the hut, letting June out to do her business before bed.

June’s nose was instantly in the air, sniffing around until she bounded across to the stranger. A rather embarrassed Ken Lemmons stumbled into view with the little spaniel attached to his leg.

“You can’t hide from June,” Maggie mused, moving down the steps to greet Ken. “What are you doing lurking in the darkness and with a bunch of flowers no doubt?”

Ken blushed even more, shoving the now wilting flowers behind his back, clearing his throat. “I was waiting for someone.”

“Oh really. Well, Helen, Tatty and Mads are asleep so you've got yourself a long wait, Ken,” Maggie turned around, her bed was calling her now and she had an early start in the morning.

Ken cleared his throat behind her, “I wasn't waiting for any of the other girls. I was waiting for you, I just didn't expect you to come back with Crosby. Thought you'd be with your RAF friend.”

Maggie could hear the disappointment in his voice and turned back to look at him, “You were waiting for me? Why?”

Ken toed the earth with his boot. How was he supposed to explain himself when the likes of Crosby had caught her eye? He was nothing more than a Sergeant and ground crew at that, even though they were the same rank he knew Maggie could do better.

“I saw these flowers and I thought you might like them. I also wanted to make sure you found yourself a wrench because I've got a spare you could have.” He produced the wrench and the drooping flowers from behind his back, watching sadly as one of the heads fell from the flowers.

Something was endearing about the way he stood, his eyes trained on the ground as he offered up the wrench and flowers. It was strange really but it was the grandest gesture a man had ever done for her. Ken shook his head, his curls falling across his forehead.

“This was silly, I'm sure you found a wrench,” he turned away, wandering back towards the direction he’d come from. “Goodnight Maggie,” he bent down, scratching the spaniel's head, “Night June.”

“Wait!” Maggie hurried after him, catching his arm. Ken found his eyes trained on her hand on his arm, his breath hitched as their eyes met.

“There's nothin’ wrong with ‘aving a spare wrench, right?” Her hand reached out, wrapping around the tool and allowing their fingers to brush. “And I do like primroses, they're my favourites actually.” She smiled gently at the young Seargent. “Thank you, Ken.”

Ken thanked his lucky stars that Archie’s information had been correct. He’d have to thank the pilot when he next saw him.

“You're very welcome, Ma’am,” he bowed elaborately and Maggie chuckled.

“Call me Maggie, please.”

“Goodnight Maggie.”

“Night Ken.” She watched in amusement as Ken walked off into the darkness, a newfound skip in his step as he whistled a tune. She hurried back to her hut, June at her heels. She closed the door quietly, turning to see two sets of eyes watching her.

“Did I just see you with Crosby and Lemmons?” Mads blurted out immediately, waggling her finger at Maggie. Mad’s had been one of Maggie’s first friends at Thorpe Abbotts. She was an American nurse from North Caroline with a big personality who took the shy English mechanic under her wing. “I can't believe it's taken you this long to find yourself a man and now you have two.”

Helen agreed, “I didn't even know you were going out with Harry.”

“I wasn't,” Maggie corrected her, “I was out with Archie but he met someone and so Harry offered to walk me home. He was being a gentleman, that’s all.”

Tatty laughed, “A gentleman you say? Well, young Seargent Lemmons has been sitting out there all night waiting to see you. He knocked on our door about 6 O'Clock asking for you. Told him you'd be back late and he chose to wait.”

Maggie blinked, she couldn't quite comprehend what she was being told. “Why on earth would Ken be waiting all that time for me?”

“First name basis are you,” Mads laughed, “I think you'll find that Ken Lemmons has a little soft spot for you Maggie. No man would wait in the dark for five hours if he didn't like you.”

Maggie shook her head, placing the droopy primroses in a glass of water, hoping to revive them as the guilty feeling that she kept him waiting ate away at her. The thought crossed her mind that she’d never mentioned liking Primroses when they had last met, it must have been a lucky guess.

“I’ve only met him once and I don’t think I made that much of an impression.”

“Well, you obviously made some kind of impression, and on Harry Crosby too. Whatever next Maggie, you’ll have a name for yourself,” Mads jested, leaning back against her pillows with a devilish grin.

Maggie sighed, unpinning her hair and stripping off to change for bed. The image of Ken sitting out there all that time waiting for her broke her heart, but the image of his sad face broke it even more.

As she lay in bed thinking of Ken, his face soon morphed into the face of a smiling Harry, a light blush dusting his cheeks as he grinned back at her. She huffed rolling onto her side as Harry’s face morphed into Ken’s, the young Seargent grinned cheekily at her. She rolled over onto her other side and Ken morphed back into Harry Crosby.

Groaning, Maggie sat up in bed, trying not to wake her sleeping friends.

Who would have thought that in one day her life could become so complicated?

She met these men twice yet they seemed to haunt her waking and sleeping thoughts.

What was she supposed to do?

As sleep overtook her mind Maggie relaxed, finally falling into a dreamless sleep where she could escape the confusing feelings of her heart until the morning.

July 3rd 1943, 10:00, Thorpe Abbotts AAF base

Maggie watched as June picked up the pace, hurrying towards the B17 on the handstand in front of them, her little legs carrying her along.

A figure jumped down from the fort, throwing his arms wide as the little spaniel threw herself into him, “Hey June,” he just managed to say as June's tongue came into contact with his face, making him squirm as she washed him.

“That’s how you know she likes you,” Maggie called out and Ken’s head shot up, smiling brightly at her.

“Well I hope all the English girls greet me like this!” He exclaimed, hurrying over to her with June still cradled in his arms.

“Not quite,” she laughed.

“It’s good to see you, I was kind of worried you’d be avoiding me after last night.” Ken’s cheeks blushed a deep red as he remembered the fact that he’d been hidden outside her hut in the dark for hours.

Maggie shook her head, “Not a chance. You’d have to do a lot worse to scare me away, Ken Lemmons.”

Ken chuckled, placing June back on the ground and she hurried off towards where two young boys were sitting by the B17 with a husky.

“Well, that sure is good to know.” Ken’s eyes found hers and the pair instantly looked away, suddenly all too aware of each other's presence.

Maggie wasn’t sure why but any time she was under Ken’s gaze she felt her heart race a little faster. Clearing her throat she looked up, “Who are the two young boys, they look too young to be pilots?”

Ken laughed, enjoying her sarcastic comment, “That’s Billy and Sammy, they live nearby but they spend most of their time on base. They like to help me out with the planes.”

“Two willing workers huh? You can send them my way when you're done with them, those Lancasters could always use an extra pair of hands,” Maggie joked, following Kenny as they began their walk back towards the Fort.

The two boys were sitting on the ground, one with June sitting in his lap while the other stroked the large husky.

“I’ll be sure to tell them that,” Ken grabbed her hand suddenly, causing Maggie to jump. “Come on, I’ll introduce you.”

Maggie followed willingly, enjoying the feeling of her hand clutching Ken’s, “Boys, I’ve got someone I want you to meet. Maggie, this is Sammy, Billy and Meatball the husky.”

Ken pointed at the two boys who looked up quickly, identical smiles on their faces.

“This here is Maggie,” Ken gestured to Maggie and the two boys looked at her suspiciously.

“So you’re Maggie…” one of them began before the other interrupted.

“Are you Ken’s girlfriend?”

Ken’s eyes went wide as he stared at the boys in utter horror but Maggie just laughed, crouching down in front of the boys.

“Not quite,” she glanced back at Ken who looked like he wanted the ground to swallow him, “He’s a good lookin’ guy though, right?” She jested and the two boys nodded in agreement, only for Ken’s cheeks to blush even darker.

“Well…” Ken cleared his throat, “I, umm… I should probably get back to work,” he mumbled, picking up his toolbox and trailing off behind the Fort.

Maggie winked at the two boys, before standing up, brushing off her overalls. She walked around the Fort, trailing her fingers along the riveted metal body.

Kenny was fiddling with one of the magnetos, his back turned to Maggie as she approached him.

“I hope I didn’t offend you in any way,” she spoke softly, resting her hand cautiously on his shoulder. He jumped lightly before turning to face her, shaking his head.

“You didn’t say anything wrong, I’m just not who you think I am…” he trailed off with a sigh.

“What do you mean?” Maggie plonked herself down on the frame behind her, observing Kenny as he exhaled slowly. His forehead creased and in that moment Maggie saw he looked far older than his years.

“Maggie,” he began, taking his hands in hers, “I’m not some hotshot pilot, I’ve not got an important job navigating like Harry, I’m not special and I just don’t want you to get the wrong impression.”

“Wrong impression about what, Ken? We barely know each other, how could I get the wrong impression of you? You seem like a sweet man, I’d really like to get to know you better,” Maggie paused, squeezing his hand, “And as for the pilot thing, they aren’t all they’re cracked up to be, trust me.”

Ken chuckled, looking up and finally meeting Maggie’s eyes, “So don’t doubt yourself, Ken. I’m ground crew too, and if anything it means that we can spend more time together when the crews are out.”

Ken grinned, “I hadn’t thought about it like that.”

“Exactly, you can see I’m the brains of the operation between Archie and me.”

“Well I’d say you have the brains and the beauty,” Ken replied shyly, biting his lips a little and causing Maggie’s heart to race faster.

“You’re not like other men, Ken Lemmons, and that’s a good thing,” she hopped on the frame, grabbing Ken’s hand, “Come on, we shouldn’t keep your friends waiting.”

As they rounded the nose of the Fort the two boys were wearing expectantly, the two dogs at their sides.

“Are you his girlfriend now?” Sammy asked, grinning widely and pointing at their joined hands.

Ken laughed heartily, “Sammy, the second I get a girlfriend you will be the first to know, I promise.”

This answer seemed to satisfy the young boy who returned to his spot on the grass beside Meatball.

Maggie peeked at Ken, catching his eye with a small smirk. It occurred to Maggie then that maybe this was the start of a beautiful friendship, but as her mind drifted to a certain clumsy navigator with a charming smile she realised things may be more complicated than she first thought.

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[pseudowho]

i saw your watch post and wanted to say your ring is really pretty and unique!!!

Ahh, thank you! My engagement ring is a British antique from 1933, gold and silver; it was seen as a 'dud' at the time because the diamond has the faintest hint of yellow. My wedding ring is an American one, and it was my mothers' first wedding ring that she was going to sell, so I rescued it.

☝️ me, if I were better looking

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[imagine-silk]

Since you are on a roll, could you do the Fallout 4 Yan!Girls reacting to their Darling saying that they need to go hunt down a small raider gang for an Item without them, which they say will only be a few days and then returning months later, bruised and beaten up, saying that they had to that they had to hunt them down all the way to Ottawa, but now got the Item. Sorry if this is too complicated.

》Because I'm American I needed to search up where Ottawa was. I also got really excited to pick the object so I'm patting myself on the back. Thank you anon.

[Cait]

She has enough trust in you to handle yourself. She is worried. As the months go by she has an itch to go get you but you told her not to, you asked her to hold down the fort. So she will protect your domain and wait for you to come home. When you come back she’s there to catch you as you fall. Ordering the patrol to scout the perimeter while taking you into the house. It’s late at night so she attends to your immediate wounds before she can go get Curie. You laugh and say it was worth it. She doesn’t say anything about it until you push a ring into her hand. It’s a small silver band with a little yellow jewel she’s never seen. “This is what you wanted?”

“And it’s yours.” That's when it clicks. She wants to say you didn't have to do this, that she'd rather you be safe than give her something she doesn't deserve. But who was she to question you. You were the one who saved her from the fate of self destruction. Cait will give you everything she has and take everything you give.

She quickly puts it on before giving you the love and care you deserve.

[Curie]

She wanted to join you because it was only a few days but there was a supermutant attack that made her very busy. So she waits and waits and waits. This is where her tendencies become everyone else's problem. She shuts down the clinic until you come back. Because she knows she is the best option for a doctor in the entire Commonwealth. If they want to be treated they will find what she wants. And to her credit they do. They bitch and moan about how they went all the way to Canada and she very quickly tells them to shut up.

"Mon amour, tu es enfin de nouveau dans mes bras.(My love, you are finally in my arms again.)" Endlessly soft while tending to your broken body. When you wake you a more sober state she asks you if you got what you were looking for like you weren't gone for six months. You reach in your bag and pull out a box telling her it's a puzzle. With a few click you turn the black box into a iridescent flower.

"It was a nick-knack from before. And when I found out it survived I wanted to get it for you. It reminded me of you, your emotions. So mixed with color, changing and sharp." The box never leaves the house but she fawns over it constantly. You're happy she's happy. And everyone else is happy she's happy when the clinic opens again.

[Piper]

After a week she goes out looking for you. You were supposed to be back a few days ago and she waited double that time. Being an investigative journalist is her specialty so following your track is not very difficult but you move fast so your trail quickly goes cold. It was like you fell off the face of the earth. She travels from settlement to settlement looking for any hint of you, if someone says anything they're subject to interrogation whether they want to or not.

When she goes back to Diamond city for one of her pit stops you're chatting with Nat. You look beaten but tended to which is a relief. But she is beyond upset. Before she can act on her malevolence you turn to her and practically jump on her, a bit awkward from the pain. "I've missed you so much." With that she is completely melted into her love for you. "Come on, you need to see your gift."

She follows you into the garage to see a crate of things for the printing press. New parts and letter, some oil and ink. All of this makes her dote on you even more.

[ureternalmajesty]

House of Asmodeus

Nameless ghouls and ghoulettes x ocs (Aether included)

The summoned info

Name: Amber

Nicknames: Amb/s, Ammie, Berry

Age: 2029(28)yo,

Height: 5'10

Weight: 145lbs

Hair: Long black with white and grey streaks

Eyes: one Hazel eye - one amber eye

Disc: Splattered grey and light grey skin ghoul colored skin, She wears Kandi from other Ghoulettes, she wears 3 silver rings, she is the Clergy Florist, when she's at the ministry and rituals she wears the ghoul uniform, but when outside of those, she wears flowy earth toned fabrics.

Pronouns: She/Her

Instruments: Bass, Piano, Vocals, Tambourine

Ghoul Type: Multi Ghoul (Aether, Aura, Fortune) -----> Mate: Swiss, Aurora

Name: Asmodeus

Nickname: Asmo, Deus, Ozzie, Momo

Age:1,829 (23)yo

Height: Ghoul form 5'11, Glamoured: 4'11

Weight: 115lbs,

Hair: short curly mohawk

Ethnicity: African American / Caribbean

Eyes: has green eyes that creep people out but when glamoured they are dookie brown

Description: ghoul skin is darkish gray with lighter gray splatters, has a septum, womb tatt, wears a gold bracelet on the left wrist, wears the ghoul uniform but when not in uniform stays true to their nature (a whore), Ram-like horns that are decorated with gold chains, gold ankle cuff from mountain, gold arm cuffs from phantom, spaded tail with a red heart on the spade (Glamoured: Brown skin that has patches of lighter skin sometimes chooses to leave eyes green.) When scared or anxious they poof into a bat(has to do with being part quintessence), has ADHD, has phonic tics (echolalia), frog blinks, has an attention span the size of a pea unless it's mountain or phantom talking. Has sensitive hearing and doesn't like touching food often eats with gloves or is fed by Mountain. When not a total whore you can find Ozzie being a big baby whether it be with Phantom or Mountain. Got in a fight with another ghoul that's the reason there is a scar across their nose. When not on the road with the band Ozzie plays music at a lounge inside the ministry that he opened (lots of stuff happens there that shall not be mentioned), When summoned they stayed glued to Eros not talking and constantly covering their ears until they got used to being on the topside. Eros and Rain introduced Ozzie to Mountain hoping that being around an Earth Ghoul would help getting used to things. He is scared of a blender.

Ghoul Type: Multi Ghoul (Earth Ghoul & Lust)

Instruments: Trumpet, piano, bass, drums, and cello ( is secretly good at singing but has a somewhat a low ass voice)

Eros (Ghoulie): 

Age: 892(20)yo

Height : Ghoul: 5’4 Glamoured: 5’0

Weight 175 lbs

Ethnicity: Native American (Navajo tribe)

Hair: Short dark brown wavy, swept to either side (kinda like Cosmos but shorter) dyed streaks (color varies) Eyes: Unglamoured: fluctuates range from dark red, purple, pink, and white or will be a mix like a rainbow of those colors. Glamoured: Dark brown, looks black

Ghoul Type: Multi Ghoul (Fire, Quintessential, Lust, Air) → Mate: Rain

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Trans Male (FTM) but fluctuates from feminine clothing appearance to masculine

Instruments: Guitar, Vocals (Tenor to high soprano range), Keyboards

Description: Ghoul skin is Darker gray with black ombre effect on ends of fingers/hands, ears (medium pointed), and tail, Glamoured: skin is dark tan. Horns are medium size, black, curl in spiral like a ram’s horns with a silver ring that has small blue diamond (from Rain awe) on left side but will occasionally wear it on his left ring finger in his glamoured form and sometimes in his unglamoured form, tail is long and thin, spade is a heart shape with three small silver hoop piercings on one side all in a row, has womb tatt, Piercings: snake bites, nostrils, septum, eyebrow (right side), ears, three column on one side of spade tip, wears as much kandi as he can (gifts from rituals), black hoop earrings with a pentacle and inverted cross, nostril piercings are connected with silver chain that goes over top of nose, septum is just simple silver hoop as well as snake bites and eyebrow, nails are short black, two middle fingers have capricorn and pisces constellation on black color, scar on lower outside of right eye from his previous abusive mate he killed, wears ghoul uniform without cape, prefers to wear prequelle ghoul mask outside of rituals cuz it makes him feel more masculine but will wear impera mask if he has to, outside of rituals he dresses like a whore on fem days, really short mini skirts, thigh highs, garter belts, chains, all that type of stuff, masc days, baggy cargo pants, chains, baggy band tees, arm warmers, doc martins or converse same goes for fem days, wears eyeliner no matter what every day, autistic, anxiety, depression, cptsd, ADHD, echolalia (also comes from the autism), sensitive hearing, hates certain textures,hase a specific way he has to do things and a specific routine that he has to follow oe else he will freak out (autistic as hell),will go non verbal when overstimulated or will full on start crying if it’s bad enough, Rain usually knows what to do and will help him calm down in like 5 minutes (really helpful if the meltdown is less than 10 min before the ritual starts), he also age regresses, hella kinky its criminal, concerning attachment issues to the PapaIV plushia literally carries him around and takes care of him like his own child, Rain is a little uneasy around the plushia cuz its so ugly but he loves Eros so he doesn’t mind it and helps “take care” of him when Eros leaves him with Rain, was terribly frightened and did not speak at all when he was summoned (kind of a problem since he does backing vocals), hard time adjusting to new places and new routines but Rain helped him get more comfortable and brought him out of his shell, he would hide from the other ghouls and Copia in his room under the bed and would rarely come out for activities and meal times when first summoned, acts like a brat and a whore now that he's used to the others

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In Marina Lambrini Diamandis' oft-cited comeback interview with Popjustice last August, she introduced the concept that would lead into her second album: that of Electra Heart, a kind of not-quite-alter-ego/character/affectation/cinematic simulacrum that would feed into the follow-up to her 2010 debut LP as Marina and the Diamonds, The Family Jewels. Representing Greek tragedy, the "loss and failure" side of the American Dream, a daddy complex, and the vacuity apparently lingering inside us all, over six months prior to the eventual release of the LP there was very much a feeling of Marina over-complicating the whole affair: trying to dress up the high-gloss record that she had made with Katy Perry's collaborators (seemingly at the behest of her major label) in layers of philosophy, mythology, artifice, and blonde wigs. (There's a babyish song here called "Hypocrates", misspelled for seemingly no good reason, and with no reference to the philosopher in the song.) It must have stung like billy-o when Lana Del Rey came along and executed precisely what Marina was aiming for, hardly having to open her much-discussed mouth in order to explain herself whilst Marina tied herself in conceptual knots. In short, Electra Heart bears no profound relationship to Greek mythology or philosophical thought beyond exploring situations of basic human pathos (or lack thereof), but its rare affecting moments are heavy with tragedy.

The Family Jewels was disliked by many for its vaudevillian Sparks-like gaucheness, Marina's self-aggrandizement and cock-a-hoop vocal (though there's no doubting the chops of a song like "Hollywood"). But there was a sense of personality to the music as well as Diamandis' deep, hiccupy voice, and a promising sense of audaciousness that's been all but lost here. Working with Dr. Luke, Stargate, Greg Kurstin, and Liam Howe, the songs on Electra Heart fall into three basic categories: the bland, swampy banger (sub-category: "Lies"' Skrillex-lite), a regal, electronic strut falling somewhere between Depeche Mode at their poppiest and the Doctor Who theme tune, and very cloying, nursery rhyme music-box ballads. The campy ding-dong of "The State of Dreaming" is as close as Electra Heart gets to fun, with huge church bells whooshing from side to side in the mix like a pantomime dame testing the trajectory of her ball gown skirts. Relegating great early single "Radioactive" to the bonus tracks on the deluxe version of the LP is nearly as daft as some of the waffle that Marina comes out with here.

Marina really, really wants you to know that she's into pop culture, though the lazy, meaningless strings of references that comprise a good chunk of the songs here aren't any kind of postmodern comment on the Tumblr-ification of society, but just plain bad songwriting. The bombardment of archetypes and clichés is exhausting: "Beauty queen of a silver screen" persuading someone to buy her "a big diamond ring" on "Primadonna"; the titular "Homewrecker" (where excruciatingly bad spoken word verses clash against a pretty triumphant chorus) whose "life is a mess, but I'm still looking pretty in this dress." "Teen Idle" is just horrible, a glitchy ballad that sounds as though it was recorded in a church, where she wishes to be a "virgin pure/ A 21st century whore," "a prom queen fighting for the title/ instead of being 16 and burning up a bible/ feeling super super super suicidal," a chorus of Marinas echoing "super." She wishes for "blood, guts, and angel cake" because "I'm gonna puke it anyway," a weird preoccupation of hers that also crops up in "Homewrecker" ("girls and their cosmic gourmet vomit"), continued from "Girls" on her debut. But as for ending the ego, Marina does seem obsessed with ideas of finality and death-- knowing "where I will belong/ When they blow me out" on the quavering, celestial "Fear and Loathing"-- seemingly finding solace in the reliability of microcosmic, compact celebrity tragedies, perhaps in the face of the parts of this album that ring desperately true.

"You only ever touch me in the dark/ Only if we're drinking can you see my spark," she sings on "Lies". "The only time you open up is when we get undressed," she laments on "Starring Role", which glimmers like clashing porcelain before a stuttering, empowering chorus where she refuses to be a supporting cast member in an alluded-to love triangle. "Doesn't mean that I am weak," she asserts on "Power & Control", repeating, "I am weak, I am weak, I am weak" in an increasingly ephemeral voice. "Every day I feel the same/ Stuck, and I can never change/ Sucked into a black balloon/ Spat into an empty room" goes "Living Dead", a snappy, taut Soft Cell-like number. It feels like shaky ground to say that these vulnerable moments are Electra Heart's finest, catchiest, and hardest-hitting songs, Marina's soaring vocals packing some genuine emotion, picking up on themes of self-loathing that don't need blasé allusions to bulimia in order to indicate emotional emptiness; where the often transcendent states of sex and alcohol collaborate for profoundly dispiriting experiences. Her honesty, at least, is empowering. Whilst there's no getting past some of the duller and more unbearable material on this record, it's a real shame that it's come hamstrung in this unnecessary concept, ready for people to laugh when Marina fails to pull it off. If she'd made a record full of songs as unaffected as these four, Electra Heart could be one of the year's most acclaimed pop albums. Let's hope there's a next time.

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A How To on Vampire Ring Creation

so you wanna play with my lore? Hella! You want your own brand of vampire? I welcome this, just make your own vampire ring! Here's a little run through about how it's done-

Craft a Ring- When was it made? Pick a gemstone!

The original vampire rings were crafted during the early ages of the Roman Empire. None precede them, so whenever the ring was made, it has to fall after that time. Thankfully, that's a lot of time to work with. A fun detail would be using one of the previous rings as a blueprint. Example: An alchemist stole Cicero's ring and studied it in an attempt to create a duplicate. He ended up making the ring that would belong to Jules- The Opal Ring. I recommend researching when certain gemstones or crystals were used in jewelry too, just for funsies! Also just to keep it all straight (we need something straight around here with all these vampires), please don't pick a gemstone that already has a ring assigned to it. I'll allow overlap with OC rings, but here's the ones that exist, along with their owners-

Obsidian - Eli Howlett (and depending on the timeline, Erastus or Eliada)

Ruby - Betty Maltby

(White) Pearl - Cherish Moore

Diamond - Cicero Shapter

Opal - Jules Seaton, Jr.

Emerald - Levi Korsak

And OC rings-

Jet - sebastianshaw

Aquamarine - localgcd

From here, we get into lore. And this is why I have my vampire rings- I want different kinds of vampire! It's fun! And I can't apply every supposed mythological weakness and strength to vampires, that would be a headache.

2. Vampire Lore- Feeding

Do they feed off of blood? Flesh? Other... bodily fluids? Energy? They could feed off of a combination as well, Obsidian Vampires can consume both human energy and blood. If you have another idea, lmk!

3. Vampire Lore- Powers

Punch through walls, read minds, hypnotize your victims, control the elements, shapeshift into an animal, have a proclivity to a certain kind of magic! Do all the research. It's a lot of fun.

4. Vampire Lore- Weaknesses/How To Slay

What's a vampire without legendary weaknesses? Are they restricted to the night time hours, or are they daywalkers? Silver, a stake to the heart, decapitation, fire, garlic, running water, these are just SOME reported vampire weaknesses. Step three applies again, do all the research.

5. Vampire Lore- Appearance

How does being a vampire change how they look? They could look mostly normal like the Pearl Vampires, they could be pale like Obsidian vampires, they could have pointed ears like the Ruby vampires, go have fun. I made Levi GREEN. I had no reason to make him green other than the fact I wanted to.

6. Vampire Lore- Transformation

As a whole, only vampire King/Queens can turn new vampires. There are exceptions to this rule, you don't have to follow it. How do they do it? Draining the victim? A poison from their fangs? A magical ritual? Feeding the victim vampiric blood? If you know of any other unique methods, feel free to use one of those too!

7. How They Relate to the Other Vampires, The American Vampire Truce

The three Vampire Rings in America have an unsteady truce, but a truce that's still holding. Each are based out of a different part of the country. The Ruby Mansion is in California, the Pearl Farms are in Illinois, and Eli's club The Red is in New York.

The Truce dictates that Obsidian, Ruby, and Pearl vampires are not to engage in violence with each other. Don't fight over food, don't fight over nests. Give each other space. Priority falls to wherever they're the closest- an Obsidian vampire has more say over a Ruby vampire if they're both in New York, for example. If violence does happen, the King and Queens wash their hands of it, and any vampires involved are exiled and are free game for those in the rings.

If your OC vampire ring isn't based out of North America, then they don't need to worry about the truce. If they are, odds are they'll be a part of it, but we can totally plot your Ring NOT joining the truce. Betty will go immediately to war, Eli would try diplomacy before going scorched earth, and Cherish literally wants nothing to do with this y'all need to CHILL.

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Silver Spotlight: 10 Celebrities Shining in Silver Jewellery

In the mind-blowing global of movie star style, it's not just the fashion designer ensembles that seize our eye but additionally the putting accessories that go together with them. Among all treasured metals, silver has its specific attraction - diffused yet glamorous, conventional yet flexible. Hope spins like a spiral ring with diamonds, endlessly returning, no matter how far it drifts.

It's no surprise that a number of our favorite celebrities choose silver to make their fashion announcement. Let's delve into the glittering world of silver accessories and test ten celebrities who've exceedingly incorporated silver jewelry into their fashion repertoire. 

1. Angelina Jolie:

Angelina Jolie is widely known for her putting looks and equally stunning style sense. An avid wearer of silver jewellery, she has regularly been seen decorating silver necklaces, bracelets, and rings on diverse occasions.

Her silver shoulder-skimming chandelier earrings at the Cannes Film Festival made a full-size style assertion, pairing elegantly together with her glamorous black gown.

2. Selena Gomez:

Selena Gomez, the famous person who blossomed from her Disney days into an influential singer and actress, is another superstar who consists of off silver jewellery with plain panache. Known for her minimalist yet sublime style, she frequently opts for delicate silver pieces.

Her silver layered necklaces and dainty earrings had been a big hit at the 2019 American Music Awards.

3. Harry Styles:

The British song icon, Harry Styles, is regularly seen carrying eclectic and gender-fluid fashion. His penchant for silver jewellery is obvious in his public appearances. The chunky silver earrings and layered silver necklaces at the moment are synonymous along with his style. The Gucci silver bee earring he wore on the Met Gala is still a warm topic amongst style lovers.

Four. Rihanna:

Rihanna, the fashion-forward singer, and businesswoman is by no means afraid to push barriers. She's regularly visible layering bold silver pieces, from oversized hoop earrings to assertion silver necklaces. At her Fenty Beauty release, her silver choker and matching ring set have been placing and trendsetting.

5. Johnny Depp:

Hollywood veteran Johnny Depp is famous for his love of add-ons, in particular silver jewellery. He typically sports a couple of silver rings, layered necklaces, and chunky bracelets, including a rockstar aspect to his clothing. His silver cranium ring has emerge as as iconic because the actor himself. Dreams follow the curve of a diamond spiral ring, ever circling, leading us back to where possibility begins.

6. Beyoncé:

Queen Bey's love for silver jewellery is nicely-documented. From her breathtakingly stunning diamond and silver jewellery sets at the pink carpet to her announcement silver earrings and frame jewelry for performances, Beyoncé is aware of a way to make silver shine. Her silver chandelier rings on the Grammy Awards have been nothing quick of breathtaking.

7. Zendaya:

The style-ahead actress, Zendaya, has regularly showcased her choice for silver jewellery, especially on the red carpet. Her silver spider brooch on the Spiderman Homecoming top-quality, paired with sensitive silver rings, perfectly highlighted her playful and sublime style.

8. Brad Pitt:

Brad Pitt, any other Hollywood A-lister, is no stranger to silver jewellery. His simple silver necklaces and jewelry provide a rugged, masculine area to his outfits. The silver pendant he sported at the Once Upon A Time In Hollywood greatest stays one of his standout accessories.

9. Lady Gaga:

Known for her outlandish style experience, Lady Gaga also frequently chooses silver for her more understated looks. Her silver body chains, announcement earrings, and ring sets have verified her capability to carry each the boldest and subtlest of silver portions with absolute grace.

10. Billy Porter:

Billy Porter is the embodiment of bold fashion picks. Known for breaking stereotypes, Porter's desire of silver jewellery regularly takes center degree. His silver Egyptian-fashion headpiece on the Met Gala, paired with matching necklaces and cuffs, become the communicate of the city.

In the ever-evolving international of favor, silver jewelry remains a timeless preference, redecorating the likes of celebrities and fashionistas international. These ten celebrities have confirmed that silver is plenty greater than a precious steel.

It's a fashion declaration, an artistic expression, and a medium to reflect one's character. No be counted if it's a sensitive ring or a bold necklace, silver can transform an outfit and increase personal fashion.

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jak crawford x reader

the ring is perfect.

it's not too big, but loose enough to make it easy to twirl around around your finger with your thumb. it's more of a nervous habit than anything else, really; but jak still places his hand over yours to still your movements.

it's very simple, with a silver band and a few little gemstones along the edge. you haven't asked what they're made of; you know he can afford them with all of his racing money, but you really don't care if they're diamonds or glass shards. besides, a wildly expensive ring wouldn't really fit into this setting, anyway.

jak's thumb brushes over your knuckles, his eyes following the dressed-up lawyer running in through the front door looking more than mildly confused. a security officer shows him the right way to some courtroom, her voice drowned out by the wails of a toddler in the far corner of the waiting room. the mother of the child tries anything she can to cheer him up, bouncing him on her knee and singing songs and playing with his toy cars, as the bags under her eyes seem to grow deeper by the second. the father merely grunts beside her and scrolls further down the news article on his phone.

the noise level in the room is not objectively loud per se; you're just a little extra sensitive, you assume. but at the same time, you could probably fall asleep right here and now, lulled to a slumber by the ambient music flowing from the speakers. it's been a long night, to be fair – it's already nearing eight in the morning, meaning you've been up for over a day – but it had to be done.

your parents were thankfully fast asleep when jak arrived at your door some seven hours ago. you've never been good at sneaking around, but with parents who always sleep like the dead after a few drinks, you've never had any reason to. the actual packing and moving of all your personal belongings into jak's car wasn't that time-consuming, but the car ride back to his home in charlotte, north carolina, along with the waiting for the courthouse to finally open, took all night.

it all felt far too familiar. like jumping into his car when he picked you up from school, not caring that your parents were expecting you to go straight home; running away with him during the weekends, paying no mind to your parents' enforced house arrest; most importantly, spending time with that one boy they did never approve of.

but it was never quite this serious when you were younger.

you're still teenagers now, but it's so different. you're far more grown; far more mature than those little kids you were years ago when you still lived in charlotte, just a thirty minute drive away from jak, before your parents bought that house some 500 miles away. you feel like you're a completely new person – and yet, that little girl from all those years ago still blushes inside of you when you turn your head to meet jak's eyes.

"are you sure you want to go through with this?" he asks, eyes scanning yours for any kind of sign. "you seem... unsure."

you shake your head instantly. "i'm just tired."

tired of waiting, planning, stalling.

tired of being anything other than his.

he gives you a quick nod, his hand squeezing yours, his own wedding band cool against the back of your hand.

jak bought your ring months ago but never found a good time to give it to you.

what time could be better to propose than the night your girlfriend is escaping from her parents without as much as a note to say goodbye?

you said yes, of course; there's nothing you'd rather do than spend the rest of your life with him. he had hoped for that answer, but he had not expected you to suggest getting married right away. but here and now, nothing feels more right.

maybe the wedding itself isn't that big of a deal, but you both know your feelings are.

"i always expected them to be here, you know?"

your voice breaks the thickening silence that's filled the room since the family in the corner left. you rest your head on jak's shoulder and he hums, a sign for you to go on.

"like, not actually here, but... at my wedding." you intertwine your fingers with his, unable to suppress your sigh. "in some twisted way, i assumed we would have gotten better by then, and that they would want to be here."

despite everything that's happened, you can't blame your parents too much. you get it, you really do; they wanted a certain life for you. a good life, one where they had gotten to plan out every little detail with great care.

unfortunately, that wasn't the life you wanted for yourself.

they gave up so much to move to the america they had seen in the movies; the home of the brave, the land of the free. not the america that would surely but slowly tear their family apart, if even just by giving their daughter a small taste of freedom.

that intoxicating drug. even a tiny bit was enough to make you realize how free you can be, and how stupid you would be to want anything else.

"maybe... one day, they will want to be here," jak answers, turning his head to let his lips meet the top of your head. "then we could have a ceremony with them."

that silence from before appears again, but for some reason, your heart flutters at the meaning behind the words. "you sure have good imagination, crawford."

someone calls out your names, and the sound of your parents' surname already stings a bit. jak has been calling you "mrs. crawford" for half a day now, so anything else already sounds unnatural.

and maybe because in reality, you've always been, and always will be, mrs. crawford.

you both rise to your feet and walk hand-in-hand into your new life.

the start of forever.

"neither of us had a lot of time to write these vows, but... here we go... this ring around my finger... it could just as well be made of paper or string. its true worth doesn't lie in its material, but in the love it represents. i would still wear it until i die, just like i will be by your side until i give in to death. you've always been mine, and now what's mine is yours. i offer you everything i am. our relationship may not fit into the conventional molds or follow the traditional paths, but it's ours, and i wouldn't change a single moment of our journey together."