#Baby Boy Gold Bangles

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What are the Top 5 Gold Gift Ideas for Babies?

Babies bring an altogether new feeling in a person’s life. When your loved one has a baby, you would love to show your love too with the best and most valuable gifts.

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Ultimate Guide to Baby Bangles and Infant Jewellery

When it comes to adorning our little ones, nothing is more precious than the delicate beauty of baby bangles and infant jewellery. From gold-plated baby bracelets to personalised newborn bangles, these pieces are not just accessories; they are keepsakes that capture the essence of childhood. This comprehensive guide explores various types of baby jewellery, their significance, and how to choose the perfect pieces for your child.

The Charm of Baby Bangles

Baby bangles are a timeless piece of jewellery that parents have cherished for generations. These tiny, elegant rings encircle a baby’s wrist, adding a touch of sophistication to their attire. Available in various designs, materials, and customisations, baby bangles make an excellent gift for special occasions like christenings, birthdays, and even as a sentimental keepsake.

Types of Baby Bangles

Gold Baby Bangles

Gold Baby Bangles: These classic bangles are crafted from pure gold or gold plating, offering a luxurious touch. Gold baby bangles are not only beautiful but also hold value, making them a lasting heirloom.

Gold Plated Baby Bracelet: A more affordable option that still exudes elegance, gold-plated baby bracelets are popular for their durability and style.

Silver Baby Bangles

Silver Bangles for Infants: Silver is another popular choice for baby bangles, known for its simplicity and charm. Silver bangles are perfect for everyday wear and special occasions.

Silver Bangle with Blue Stone: Adding a touch of colour, these bangles often feature a small blue stone, symbolising tranquillity and protection.

Custom Baby Bangles

Custom Baby Bracelet Gold: Personalised with the baby's name or birth date, custom gold bangles are cherished for their unique and sentimental value.

Engraved Baby Bracelet: These bangles can be engraved with names, initials, or meaningful messages, making them a perfect gift that carries personal significance.

Infant Jewellery for Special Occasions

Infant jewellery isn't limited to everyday wear; it also plays a significant role in various cultural and religious ceremonies.

Christening Bracelets

Christening Bracelets: These bracelets are often given as gifts during baptism or christening ceremonies. They can be simple or elaborate, often featuring religious symbols or inscriptions.

Egyptian Themed Jewellery

Hieroglyphics Necklace: Drawing inspiration from ancient Egypt, these necklaces feature hieroglyphic inscriptions, adding a historical touch to the baby's jewellery collection.

Egyptian Cartouche Necklace: A unique piece that can be customised with the baby's name in hieroglyphics, symbolising protection and royal heritage.

Baby Jewellery Trends

Baby Protection Bracelet: Rooted in various cultures, these bracelets are believed to protect babies from negative energies and bring good luck.

Indian Bracelet Meaning: In Indian culture, bracelets or bangles are often worn as a symbol of good fortune and protection.

Jewellery Advent Calendar: A delightful trend, these calendars feature a piece of jewellery for each day leading up to Christmas, creating excitement and joy for both parents and children.

Choosing the Perfect Baby Jewellery

When selecting jewellery for your baby, consider the following factors:

Safety: Ensure that the jewellery is made from hypoallergenic materials and has smooth edges to prevent any harm to the baby’s delicate skin.

Size: Choose adjustable pieces or those specifically designed for infants to ensure a comfortable fit.

Durability: Babies are active, so the jewellery should be sturdy enough to withstand daily wear and tear.

Personalisation: Adding the baby’s name or a special date makes the jewellery unique and meaningful.

Sentimental Baby Gifts

Sentimental Baby Gifts: Personalised baby jewellery, such as engraved bracelets or custom name bangles, make heartfelt gifts that can be treasured for a lifetime.

Seasonal and Themed Jewellery

Halloween Gifts for Infants: Cute and themed jewellery pieces for Halloween can add to the festive spirit.

Gold Jewellery Advent Calendar: A luxurious advent calendar featuring gold jewellery pieces can be a delightful surprise for the holiday season.

Conclusion

Baby bangles and infant jewellery are more than just accessories; they are symbols of love, heritage, and protection. Whether you choose a gold baby bangle, a custom engraved bracelet, or a hieroglyphics necklace, each piece carries a story and a memory. As you adorn your child with these precious pieces, you create lasting memories and heirlooms that will be cherished for generations to come.

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Dolce Valentina: Special Baby Jewelry for Your Little One

We make cute baby jewelry at Dolce Valentina. Each piece is like a little treasure for your child's early years. We have bracelets and bangles in silver and gold, all made safe for delicate skin.

The Perfect Gift for Any Reason

Our baby jewelry is a great gift for any occasion, from welcoming a newborn to birthdays and christenings. Make it extra special by personalizing it with your child's name, birthday, or a loving message.

Something for Every Baby

We have charming bangles and bracelets for both baby girls and boys. We also have a special selection for newborns.

Beautiful and Long-lasting

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Make it Unique!

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Real Gold for a Special Touch

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Celebrate Every Milestone with Dolce Valentina

Our personalized baby jewelry is more than just an accessory. It's a way to celebrate your child's special moments. We have something for every style and occasion. Find the perfect piece at Dolce Valentina and create lasting memories!

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angelic alteration

om brothers x reader

wc : 1.k

warnings: nsfw, corruption kink based

synopsis : when Solomon and Diavolo can't fix the problem, it's up to Mc

a/n : thought the angel event (og) could use some more spice so I poured my entire spice rack on it

“Mc…I’m afraid we have bad news.”

You sighed into the receiver, “Yeah? You guys can’t reverse the magic, can you?”

“Nope!” Solomon chirped cheerfully, “Diavolo and Michael’s magic mixed together too strongly for us to reverse ourselves. You’ll just have to wait for them to go back to normal, or…”

“Or…what?”

“Well, this is just a theory, but what if you just corrupted the angelic magic and forced their demonic sides back out?”

“Corrupted, huh..? I like the sound of that.”

†

“I can feel the magic trying to stop me…how. stupidly. annoying.” Lucifer accentuated each word of his complaint with a sharp thrust, face pinched in concentration as sweat beaded at his temple. 

He’d be damned if something as trivial as a hexed bracelet from the celestial realm kept him from indulging in you, the one temptation he would never dare ignore. 

Your nails dug crescent moons into his shoulders, thighs squeezing at his hips tightly as you moaned and panted beneath him. “Lu-ci-fer! S-slow d-own!” 

He growled and sped up in response, snapping his hips into you harshly, “How dare they try to turn me back? I am the Avatar. Of. Pride!” Once again, each word was accentuated with a thrust, making his cock hit deeper and deeper each time. 

And he was so fucking proud each time he had you a moaning mess underneath him, crying out his name, begging him not to stop— you made his sin flood his entire body every time. 

An electric charge cracked through the air for a brief second before the bangle broke in half, magic forcibly shattering under Lucifer’s sheer prowess. 

He grinned sharply, capturing your legs against your chest in a mating press as he went even harder. His wings shedded to black, spanning out proudly behind him as the halo melted down into his horns. 

“I’m going to ruin you, do you hear me? You’re not leaving this bed- not tonight, or in the morning, or maybe even until tomorrow afternoon…I’m keeping you until I’ve had my fill.”

†

The sight of Mammon’s blue eyes peering up while his mouth was busy pleasuring you had always been a pretty sight— the shimmering halo was only a little bonus this time. 

But you wanted his horns to hold onto. “Just like that, Mams…doing so well, pretty boy.” Your hips rocked over his mouth, grinning down at him with gold flickering in your eyes. 

He was all about giving now that the bangle had taken hold, which even before, Mammon always keened when you sat on his face and just used him. 

The second born was moaning and whining and whimpering against your skin as his tongue lapped up everything he could, “Mmph- like this? ‘M I doing good, Mc?” 

“Y-yeah, baby, fuck— so good…” you carded your fingers through Mammon’s hair, feeling him get more and more excited before you lifted up off his face. 

And he was absolutely distraught with the lack of your taste, desperate cry leaving him as he tried to chase after you. “No, no, no! Mc, please, come back— wasn’t done, wanna taste you still, wanna make you feel good, please!” 

The laugh you let out made him whine even louder, fingers gripping frantically at your thighs. It was like a switch flipped, magic being overtaken by his greed. 

His eyes flickered gold like yours, a whiny growl escaping him. He forced you on your back within a second, mouth working at you even more desperately now as he held you down and took what he wanted— and he wanted to make you cum. 

“Jus’ let me, please let me make you cum— you taste so good, Mc, I don’t wanna stop. Want you to scream my name and yank my hair, grip my horns, just give me more- more, more, more!” 

†

A small shriek left Levi when you rammed against his prostate, hiccuped cries of your name following. His back arched, wings flaring out behind him, making you hit even deeper spots inside of him. 

With his new attitude, he’d been letting everyone else spend time with you and he was finally feeling the built up envy creep along his spine, right beside the spikes of pleasure. 

“Aww…look at you. So sweet for me, huh? Why so shy, Levi? Wasn’t this what you meant about strengthening connections?” 

Garbled sounds left him, courtesy of your fingers stuffed in his mouth. His eyes rolled back, hands gripping at your hips desperately, though it wasn’t clear if he was pushing you away or pulling you closer.

“How am I gonna know I’m doing good if you don’t tell me, ‘vi? C’mon, sweet thing, tell me. Or do you not want me?” 

It was like you asked the unthinkable. A loud whine left him and his tail returned, knocking the halo right off his head before it coiled around your abdomen. 

“No! I want you, I want you so badly, please keep fucking me— don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop!” Diamond shaped scales scattered across his body as the magic wore out. 

You cooed, thrusting into him sharply, making his body lurch, “Good boy, Leviathan..” 

†

“Fuck!” Satan cries out, fingers digging into his white wings to try and keep them from fluttering. His back arched almost painfully, loudly begging you to keep going. 

“Oh, look at you…” the coos that left you made him flush red, giving you a great sense of satisfaction. This was the most he’d been riled up since putting that ridiculous bangle on.

Your thighs were burning at the unforgiving pace you were riding him at, beads of sweat splashing onto his skin, so you decided to change the game a little. 

“Come on, Tannie, if you want it, work for it.” You settled your weight on top of him, ceasing your movements as you cockwarmed him instead. 

A displeased growl comes from the back of his throat, eyes snapping open with a glowing green. “Mc, move! Please!” 

Slowly, the halo above his head began to flicker and dim before it shattered, dissipating in the air. Another growl escaped him as his wings followed suit, tail lashing out like a whip. 

“That’s it— c’mon-!” You gasped when he yanked you forwards, chest pressing against his as his tail locked you in place. The only sounds that could leave you now were broken moans as he fucked you almost viciously. 

“You know how I feel about you fucking. teasing. me. Feels good doesn’t it? Yeah? Cause I’m not stopping. ‘M not stopping until I physically can’t fuck you anymore— fuck, I needed you.” 

†

Unabashed moans echo off the walls of Asmo’s bathroom as the fifth born writhes under your touch. The sound of water sloshing makes his cheeks burn fiery red and the sound of you moaning back at him makes it even worse. 

“W-wait! You d-don’t have to— oh!” 

“Shh, Azzy…’m just taking care of you. You were so hard and aching…could see it even though you tried to hide under the water.” 

The white feathers ruffled with pleasure (slowly shedded away and turning back), hips jerking frantically to chase the pleasure. The bangle’s magic was completely buried under how hot you made him feel and the feeling of you licking along the edges of his leathery wings increased it ten fold. 

“Yes, Mc, like that— don’t stop, just like that, just like that!” Amso curled over on you, horns knocking against your shoulder as he cried out even louder. 

You fisted his cock harder and swiped your thumb over the tip relentlessly, “Yeah? Made you feel so good, you corrupted yourself, huh? Pretty little Azzy…come on, cum.” 

The squeal he let out cracked halfway through, broken cries of your name following like a mantra. His hand encased yours, making sure you didn’t stop jerking him off. 

“K-keep going, don’t stop! Wanna cum for you again ‘n again, gotta make up for when I was giving you away to the others, please, please, let me cum again for you!”

†

“H-haaah…ah! M-Mc…what’re you..o-oh..doing?” 

“You said it made you happier seeing others get to eat, so…” you hummed, licking your lips before digging your tongue back into the slit of his cock, “I’m just..enjoying my meal…” 

Beel had always lost his cool when you went down on him, finding your mouth to be too good at pleasuring him. The growl he let out was something only a demon could make. 

The glowing of the bangle did nothing to deter you— in fact, you only laughed and peered up at him with the red sin of gluttony swirling through your irises. With another hum, you enveloped his cock in your mouth and forced your head as far down as you could, swallowing around him. 

He tried so hard to not buck into your mouth or grip at your head as the magic worked to keep his ravenous nature at bay, but…that’s just not who he was anymore. 

“C’mon, Beelie…want you to cum in my mouth, I wanna taste you..pretty please? Let me have it…” 

A low groan fell past his lips, hips finally jerking up and accidentally making you choke. A rushed apology was given as his fingers tangled in your hair and gently guided your head at a faster pace. 

The beating of his insectual wings was rapid as he got closer, magic completely dissipating when he let out a sound akin to a small roar, grabbing at his own horns when he came. 

Watching you pull away with visibly stuffed cheeks, slowly working on swallowing it all (though drops still ran down your chin) made a sharp pang shoot through him. 

“Thank you…you always make me feel so good, Mc…but..now ‘m hungry. Let me return the favor..wanna taste you too.” 

†

“A-are you sure…this is o-okay?” Belphie chokes out quietly, hands pressing down on your hips to keep you pinned to the bed with your knees bent to your sides. 

Your fingers curl in the sheets, body lurching forward at each thrust, “yeah, ‘s okay— feels good, doesn’t it? You’re doing so good, Bel…” 

The clipped whines and gasps that Belphie was making made his cheeks flair with an embarrassed flush; but you were right. It felt so. fucking. good. And he didn’t think he ever wanted to stop. 

Through the pleasure, it was easy to ignore the glowing bangle on his wrist and the voice in the back of his head telling him that he should have more reservations- that he shouldn’t be doing this— that voice wasn’t even his. Belphie wanted this, he did! 

As your hands stretched back to claw at his lower stomach, you moaned out his name and wiggled your hips, begging him to go faster. 

“Please, Bel…know you can go f-faster than this, want you to fuck me— please, please, please! Don’t wan’ you to be an angel, want you to be my demon again-!” 

Magic cracked in the air, sending the hair on the back of your neck rising before a familiar tail curled around your stomach and yanked your lower half higher up, forcing your chest further into the mattress. 

The attic bed creaked with the force he slammed into you at, whines mixing with growls now; his horns pressed against your skin as he rested his forehead against your back, making it arch even more. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck you senseless again? Couldn’t even go a couple days without having me play with you, fuck, you’re such a slut for me.”

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𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑛𝑒: 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟

masterlist. next chapter.

SEMBLANCE WAS THE WORD TO DESCRIBE GETOU. his provision of love came in a various of ways—some of his feelings true, others a grey area. but the relationship he had with vice had been somewhat twisted, and it wasn't considered love.

at least that's what he thought towards the end of everything.

usually, starting off new came with perfect qualities. but ending up in the interestingly  haunting city of new orleans, that came with a surge of consequences. it all started off with a simple smoke, an inhale of toxins evaporating within the lungs of his body, only half of the gas being exhaled into thin air from the pen he holds. the tall man leaned against the wall of the school’s hallway, phone pressed against his ear as his long fingers toyed with the object in his hand. many people gazed at him—notes of curiosity or attraction, some hadn’t recognized him on this campus, nor had they ever seen a man with such a stringent face structure.

his eyes were scarily dark, lids drooping over the pupils he dangerously lowered. his face sent off a variety of emotions. whether it be the fact that he was mad, or he was just completely inattentive to his surroundings. he appeared unfazed by movement of people around him. they glanced as his lips moved, a fairly light pink, almost mimicking his olive skin tone. his mouth moved with a quickness; a seduction. 

once he ended the call, there had been no indication of what the conversation had been about. whether he had been talking to a lover, or ending someone's life just by muttering a few passive words. he had been standing in the same spot for almost ten minutes now. he wanted to bring himself to move,  but a sudden flurry of two bodies flown in front of him—almost right on time. as if it were all supposed to happen.

“you know i still want your fine ass brother on my roster.”

a feminine, somewhat deep voice whispered in the distance from what he could hear, making the man watch as two beautiful women emerge from the entrance of the girls bathroom. both bodies halted as one leans against the wall with books held to their chest, the other shifting in their spot to adjust their tight jeans.

"the hell, i thought you were texting that boy on the football team?" 

the voice of this woman nearly makes his blood warm. it's soft and sultry, and now he's engaging himself into their conversation. 

"i'm texting several on the football team. yet the quarterback is the finest." 

"and he's probably the worst one," the other girl replies. 

from where he stood, he could spot alluring long dark hair that grazed the middle of her back. as desperate as it sounded, he craved to see her face—for her to make eye contact with him and feel the attraction he does. 

"jealous, vice?" the girl teases with a smile. 

vice. 

"girl, you wish," vice laughs softly, the two now  strutting away opposite from him towards their class. 

from this angle, getou catches a glimpse of her side profile. a face so beautifully pure but could be so shamelessly damaged. milky brown skin, his lips tremble from the urge to sink his teeth into it. it was almost preposterous. his eyes went wide when he observed the way she walked, the salacious switch of this woman's hips in her vintage dereon jeans making him twitch in more ways than one. curvy body adorned with a gold belly chain around her waist and a cropped black baby tee. colorful bangles decorated her wrists along with rings and two rows of necklaces, complimenting the infinite amount of colorful ink along her body—from the top of her neck, all the way to where his eyes wished he could see more. he wanted to see all of her. 

his head begins to spin with erotic possibilities, illicit and passionate thoughts running through his mind about what he could do to her. it was ridiculous. he didn't even know the girls name, and yet here he was, fantasizing about fucking her like the demon he knew he was. he takes this moment to follow behind the two women after standing in his position for too long, surprised his feet didn't drag behind like a lost puppy. 

the classroom where they sat happened to be the same one he's enrolled in, coughing briefly to focus his conscious on what's important, and that was finding his seat. 

"i still think this tattoo would look better on the side of my ass," alani pouts, sliding her phone for vice to look at a sketch of a cherry blossom thorn as she suggests, "or maybe the back of my thigh?" 

"either way you're gonna scream like last time. and that was only angel numbers, on your wrist. no shading.” vice replies, wanting to focus on this idea she had for her own thousandth tattoo, pencil moving swiftly. 

alani sighs, knowing she was right. clicking off her phone, she grabs her pink cup filled with ice water to sip as she scans the class, watching it slowly clutter with students for the upcoming lecture. her eyes abruptly lock onto the man who made his presence known from afar. 

"ooh, girl. what the fuck," alani suddenly begins to choke, her hand covering her mouth as she coughs aggressively. vice shoots up in a panic, confused and patting her back with worry.

"bitch, are you okay?" vice's eyes widen, alani nodding her head and breathing heavily. 

"do you see that man?" she emphasized, finally catching her breath after she drinks her water, discreetly motioning towards a man sitting on the other side of the class near the front. vice wants to smack her for being so dramatic, eyeing her like she's a hardheaded child before adverting her eyes in the same direction. 

this man she spoke of finally caught her eye. an immediate attraction rushed through her as quickly as it left, and her stomach did a little flip. compulsive eyes that dwindled a fragile obsidian tone. flawless long black hair that nearly past his elbows, drifting along his brawny jaw and rested on the back of his black crewneck tee that accentuated his muscles. his mane was partially tied up in a manbun on the back of his head, nearly covering the gauges within his ears. lips distinctive, yet captivating, duplicity hiding within them. and now, they were arrogantly raised in an amused smirk, towards her, feeling her glance. 

"i wanna do bad things to that man," alani speaks in an almost feral manner, both women staring with somewhat opposite emotions. vice is disinterested, immediately going back to doodling artwork in her notebook. 

“yea, he’s cool. i'd sit on his face." 

"i second this quote! adding that to my roster!"

as vice laughs at her response, class begins. she wasn't necessarily looking forward to the debate they were going to have today. the previous day before was pretty heated on the topic of genocide and ethnic cleansing. she catches a mere glance at what the professor writes with chalk on the viridescent board. her pencil sat absentmindedly between her plump lips, eyes drawling back to the man once again, shoulders broad as he relaxed himself against the seat. when the teacher ended up calling her name, she hadn’t even realized. he really was . . . nice to look at. 

"miss persephome," the teacher repeated encouragingly, eyes now posted upon her skin as her slumped position peaked up, "yes?"

"the discussion, need i remind you since you seem so interested. is love a realism or is it underlined with sexual desires?" she began, causing the noiseless class to gently snicker as she continues, “i'd like for you to elucidate your debate on it."

she raised her eyebrows. allowing her pen to fall from her lips and in between her fingers, she replied, "elucidate? uh . . . sure.”

she begins, “it's simple, love. we fall in love by personality, physicality. the flutter of their eyelashes, to the smile upon their cheeks. i would say that it's possible to love someone without physical contact, because if you really love someone, sex is only a desire, rather than a necessity. you fall in love by their soul, not by the forefront distraction of their body.” 

a low and sarcastic chuckle was what caught vice's attention. her eyes turn directly towards where the sound echoed from, and oh, it was that fine ass of a stranger. the teacher was now captivated by the circumlocutory silence sitting on the right hand side of the room, seeing as he now teetered a ring in his slender fingers so casually. 

"getou, you seem amused. is there anything you'd like to add?" the professor asked. 

getou. that’s his name, she thinks. why does she care? 

vice softly frowns at him, watching as he says nothing. he looked at the teacher, lightly shook his head, and made no effort to verbally disagree. this bothered her.

"you laughed for a reason. this is a seminar. say what you gotta say," vice stares at him with impatience. his eyes lock into her's, intently boring into her cranium. the little flip in her stomach returned without her permission.

"i just think it's bullshit," he shrugs. 

"uh, alright. i understand y'all are adults. but let's exclude the profanity—"

"bullshit how?" vice interrupts, raising her brow in a threatening manner. 

"do you really think that love overshadows sexual desires? are you a child?" getou charges back. 

"um, no. i never said that. do you think that love is not a realistic thing? are you in high school?" 

"i don't have to fuck you to be in love with you. granted, any person could overshadow being in love with me by the way i fuck them." 

"oh, for real?” alani instigated, shifting her eyes back and forth. she's intrigued by their banter. 

"just based on that observation, i wouldn't fuck you,” vice snarls. 

"i doubt that." 

the professor cuts them off. "okay! that's enough, and wildly inappropriate. we'll pick this up another time. everyone may write their opinions on paper,” she concludes. 

"oooh, i love him already," alani bites the tip of her nail, a wide grin as she twinkles her fingers in his direction. 

"i can’t stand his ass already,” vice disagrees.

she stands from her seat along with everyone else in the classroom preparing to exit out the door, feeling slightly embarrassed for causing class to dismiss early, but not embarrassed enough to apologize. 

“girl, you’ll be alright. let’s go before i miss my opportunity to get them digits!” alani schemes, pulling vice by her backpack who still glares at him. the way he now politely stands to the professor and begins talking to her, it’s as if they didn’t just have that back and forth. it pissed her off even more. 

“ugh, he a scholar or something?” alani speaks impatiently, seeing as he continues to talk to the professor, both her and vice now standing outside of the classroom. 

vice pulls her phone from her pocket as it buzzes, glancing back up to her friend as she speaks, “the promo team for homecoming is looking for me. do i have to stay with you while you shoot your shot?” 

“you don’t wanna see me win? maybe you really are jealous,” alani never knows when to stop playing as she teases, vice becoming visibly more irritated. 

she starts, “girl—"

her voice goes into a stifled shout as she feels a bump within her shoulder. her eyes meet with those same dark eyes that glance back at her, that same shit-eating-fucker smirk appearing along his face as he continues walking. that sets her off. she flies forward, winding up her fist as she then feels alani quickly pull her back, sighing dreamily as she speaks, “yeah, that’s my baby daddy. cheer up, would you?”

yeah, okay. 

୨♡୧

vice stands back as she tilts her head, staring over the various amount of colors that spread along the brick wall, trying to figure out which of them compliment each other more. brent faiyaz soothes into her mind from her earbuds, the lazy pony tail she created swinging as she turns her head from the end of the wall to the beginning. 

the art department had requested for her to help decorate their seasonal wall, her artistic skills one fortunate fact about her that surpassed around the campus. it made her feel confident, but that confidence immensely disheveled if that relevancy pertained to her as a person. 

this was her safe haven, a place for her to crawl into her fantasies and never have to come out. the tips of her fingers were similar to a rainbow, sprouting in different splotches of paint. but she didn’t care. this made her happy. 

as she raised herself on her toes and added another swirl to the burgundy brick, her fantasies poofed into thin air as she felt her earbud be snatched from her head, eyes shooting daggers as her best friend now stood in front of her as she grinned, “busy?”

“expeditiously.”

“spell it, dummy.”

“A-L-A-N-I, dummy?” she refers to her as.

“whatever, you done being mad? i got tea to spill.”

“i was never mad at you,” vice clarifies, “what’s up?” 

“i got the tea on my new little project,” alani smiles, shaking the pom-pom’s in her hand, vice taking full notice of the cheer uniform she wears, figuring she’ll be going to practice soon.

“your dumbass lil’ project? yeah, not interested. can i go back to listening to brent now?” she reaches for her her earbuds, alani shaking her finger as she pulls back farther, “you’re gonna listen to me!”

vice replies, “yes, alani. i’m listening?” chuckling slightly.

“word on the street, he’s a hoe,” she starts.

vice raises her eyebrows, “a hoe ass hoe?”

“a dog ass hoe,” she clarifies, “scratching and barking, girl. been going to school here but did his classes online before coming on campus. the bitches knew him before he even stepped foot on the grass! well, not the grass, disrespectful to the ancestors. but you get my point,” she speaks. 

“i'm becoming bored,” vice sarcastically smiles.

alani’s smile drops, “you’re so fucking annoying sometimes. anyways, he’s an only child, doesn’t do relationships—commitment issues, perhaps?— probably has mommy issues, too.”

“hmm, great. so every other man on this damn campus. this is the only information you gathered in less than four hours? i thought better of you,” vice shakes her head. 

“since when are you so interested in him?” alani raises her eyebrow.

“you wish i actually was. i’m just saying, you’ was acting like you had piping hot tea. that was sugar water. and he seems pretty…on-paper to me,” she shrugs.

alani sighs, twirling her hair in her finger as she says, “you can at least admit . . .the bitch is bad!” 

vice laughs, “he in fact is. but i don’t care.”

“oh god. get over yourself, persephome. we get it. you got your heartbroken and you haven’t been the same since, you like older men, you wanna find true love and all that. is that why you got so mad in class?” alani prods. 

vice’s amusement drops. alani knows her best friend all too well, even if that meant pushing her buttons to get the truth out. vice rubs her hand over her face as she sits it under her chin, holding her arm by the other as she mutters, “alani, get the fuck away from me unless you want two broken legs before practice.”

“ooh! i hit a nerve,” she points out, “whatever. you so damn pissy! you need to do some prayer or something, have a dick shoved so far in you that it wipes away all that attitude,” she raises her middle finger, swinging her body around as she makes her way back down the hallway as she calls, “deuces! i’m heading to practice.”

vice watches as her best friend playfully sways her hips, shaking her pom-pom’s as she sings down the hall in a cheer-chant, “vice needs some dick! vice needs some dick!” 

she shakes her head, unable to help but chuckle at alani’s chaos, knowing that she loved her deeply anyways. 

it was now near six in the afternoon and vice’s fingers were stained with paint as she carried her supplies towards her car, stomach growling from the lack of food she’d eaten today. she forgot her grandmother had expected her company by now, also preparing to cook up a good meal. she always kept vice fed no matter how big she’d get. the thought of stuffing her mouth with curry goat and white rice nearly made her trip. removing her keys from her black telfar, she unlocks the passenger door to her all white 370z nismo to settle her supplies in. it was the love of her life after her art—customized to her preference with silver hearts carved into the rims, matching exhaust pipes and a black carbon fiber wing spoiler. 

vice took advantage of her family’s inheritance and splurged on her dream vehicle before she entered college, a gift to herself. maintaining a 4.0 gpa on top of balancing her title as class president for three years straight should be honored with a present, wanting her first couple of years in college to be more lax than anything. exhausted from the long day she’s had, she buckled herself into the drivers seat and inserts the key into the ignition, hand gripping the cherry blossom stick shift before hearing the one thing she dreaded to hear right now out of all times. her car wouldn’t start, that god awful scratching with dying wind sound ruining her day further. 

“fucking hell. why?” vice whines, wanting to bang her fists on the steering wheel in anger. knocking her head back, she blows a raspberry before aggressively swinging the door open, reaching underneath the wheel to pop the hood of the car.  

irritatedly climbing out, she circled to the front of her current tragedy, lifting the hood and hooking open the lever to inspect the issue. she’s not exactly sure why it’s acting up right now. she just had it looked at a few weeks ago. 

“damn, that’s all yours?” 

a voice had spoken nearby, vice wanting to crawl into a fetal position and scream once she recognized it. barely having a full conversation with this man, yet she memorized his voice. she slumps her head before darting her eyes towards getou. she has no chance to reply as he then says, “lemme see.” 

then, he’s standing next to her, tall and brooding as he leans over the engine to catch a quick glance. vice feels the way her heart raced at the close proximity. relax. 

“holy fuck, you have a z06 engine! that shits like fifteen grand.” 

“you’re a little too close,” vice deadpans, almost hurting her back from how hard she tried to lean away from him while still, in a dumb way, protecting her car with her hand holding it. as if he could steal it. 

“relax, i’m trying to help,” getou scoffs, ignoring her burning stare. irregardless, the combination of smaller frame, soft eyes and full lips are hard to ignore. 

“your battery died from running it too long,” he states. 

“i knew that. i have a brother that knows about cars,” she tries to brush him off, rolling her eyes as she wants to shove him out the way. 

“you gotta lot of attitude stored in that pretty face of yours, huh?” 

"do you not remember what happened in the seminar earlier?" 

getou thinks back, kind of forgetting. oh, yeah. that.

 “do you really think it was deep enough to have this underlying hatred towards me? you don't even know me." 

again, he’s bothering her further. 

“oh, i do know you. all i have to do is open my ear to the girls bathroom and i'll hear everything i need to know about you." 

"you shouldn't believe everything you hear,” he finalizes sternly, licking his lips before he’s motioning his hand to shoo her away. if he was actually willing to help, she’d accept it if that meant he’d get out of her face. 

“do me a favor, rev the engine while i tweak this shit,” he keeps his focus downward. 

“it's wrong?" she steps aside to allow him full access, doing as he says and sitting halfway inside so she could still hear him over the noise. her foot applying on and off pressure to the brake as she turns the key. 

getou’s jaw clenches as he chews on his gum, lowering his head to inspect deeper. he then slightly tilts around the hood as he replies, “no. you just shouldn't believe everything you hear."  

“your reputation sums up your opinion in class earlier a lot better now. you know, how you think sex overshadows love. that’s all you’re used to.” 

after moments of him solely focusing on her car rather than her, he then raised an eyebrow, almost amused at the girl's probing. 

“so that’s how you feel, huh? that you can confide in a person without the conceptualization of sex?” 

“call me a romantic, poetic even. if you think that's lame, i don't care,” she shrugs. 

“nah, it's cute. i just disagree with you,” getou inquired, trying to keep the conversation unceremonious as possible.

now vice is getting fed up, releasing the break altogether. “so what’s your fucking take then?”

“you chose love because you believe in fairy tales and happy endings. you said that sex is more of a desire than a necessity. but, how can love be established without the need for sex? sex is raw, pure . . .a bond that creates when people in love interlace, its a string that’s hard to ignore. the infatuation for that person you love ignites your soul. you can love a person for their personality, for the way that they laugh or make a funny noise when upset. that’s whatever. but you can’t fall in love with someone without fucking them. no matter what you say, sex is a staple necessity in a relationship. in my case, i’m too fucking hypersexual to be with someone who isn’t as sexual as i am. who doesn’t crave for that burn of desire. that need to feel you drag your nails down my back, my lips against your skin, your voice in my ear . . .small, broken and begging. you know how much a person loves their significant other based off of that continuous desire.” 

and like the introvert he was, he simply went back to his calm yet vexed expression, awaiting for her response. in the midst of it all, getou had managed to start her car, vice unaware of what magic stunt he used to activate the battery. apparently, rubbing his palms together to create heat and electrifying her battery did the trick. still stunned by his answer, as he can tell, she swallows, watching as he wipes his dirty palms on the denim of his jeans. 

“thank you,” she clears her throat, managing to be gracious of his help. the least she can do. getou nods, unhooking the latch for the hood before slamming it shut. 

“i’m just confused,” getou starts up again, jaw still shifting from the now old gum lodged between his pretty teeth. 

vice stares at him with curiosity, wondering what monstrosity is going to come out of his mouth now. “about?” 

he bites his cheek to kill the smile wanting to breach against his face. “so sitting on my face, does that go with your little bullshit morality?” 

like clockwork, vice finds herself in that same puddle of irritation she felt from the first interaction with him. frowning, she fully sits inside of her car, slamming the door shut, ignoring the sudden smirk arising on his face. her car is running without a problem, catching a look at him through the window to see him pull his pen from his front pocket to take a few puffs, the eye contact from the two of them intense. hidden with a smidge of unexpected attraction, even. vice rolls her eyes, shifting her stick and purposely swerving her vehicle around him in a swift donut, nearly hitting his ass, getou still so enamored by the girl named vice. 

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[claudia-nomusaabara]

I posted this in some other threads but since I missed Siphephelo's birthday (Nov. 9), I need to post her lore here too.

Some facts for her!

1. Doesn't have a single problem throwing hands with people when it comes to it.

She'll fight fair but will get dirty when things get dangerous.

She dragged her manicured nails across a mugger's face when she first arrived in Vesuvia while looking for the building to set up her shop.

2. Sipho left Matabele to travel the world when Claudia was just a baby. She'd come back to visit whenever she could and spoiled the Abara siblings with stories and gifts.

3. Themba and her had a great relationship before their fallout when Claudia told her that Themba saw his eldest daughter as a disappointment.

Before Vesuvia and Matabele shut down because of the plague, Sipho sent him a scathing letter back, and was sadly the last interaction they had before Sipho died from the plague herself.

4. Asra and Muriel held a soft spot in her since they were children. She encountered Asra behind her shop looking for food and regularly fed him from then.

She thought Asra was making Muriel up as an imaginary friend until she met a tall little boy with rags on his feet and an old blanket around his shoulders.

She's consistently looked out for them over the years and gave Asra a home at her shop when his host family couldn't help him anymore. She even hid Muriel at the shop when he escaped the Colisseum.

5. Tall as hell! I have her at 6'0 without heels and 6'3 with her heels on.

6. Her name was Sipho as a child and she still asks her friends to use it. Noxolo still refers to her as this as a loving nickname.

7. Speaking of Noxolo and Sipho, there was some jealousy on Sipho's part toward Nox when they growing up.

Nox being a wunderkind with magic as a child caused a lot of people to pass Sipho up for her younger sister.

Their parents did try to even the field and show both of them they are loved but outside people aren't going to follow the same program.

They became a lot closer as adults thankfully and Nox trusted her to look after her children.

8. She got the plague from accidentally drinking the water (that was not inspected properly by soldiers) while cleaning her face after trying to treat a sick client.

The gold bangles all Matabelian citizens wear kept her alive for a while but it's a slow agonizing death for those civilians.

Since it's magic fighting magic I think.

[datainteg]

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[fleetsummers]

@nickitxrres

"I didn't realize the Pythia could be a boy."

The boy oracle sat up on the kline he was reclining on with one of his temple guards, who arose with a scowl as he reached for his short sword. Nicki moved her hand to the hilt of her own xiphos, saying, "I'm not here to hurt him. I only need to talk." She moved aside one of the folds of her chiton, displaying the gorgon brand against her ribs, and the oracle's eyes fixed on it, then looked up at her face.

"I'll be fine," he told his guard, who seemed disinclined to leave except that he had no choice: what the Pythia decreed could not be argued. He glared at Nicki and left, and it was just the two of them and the incense smoke and the dish of grapes macerated in honey that the boy and his guard had been feeding each other.

The Pythia rose and came over to her, pressing his soft-tipped fingers -- had her own ever been that soft? -- against the burned-in mark on her side. "You're of the Cult of the Python," he said, an unexpected reverence in his voice. "Did they send you? Are you here to steal from me? I know you keep stolen tokens from each oracle. I have ... all of these!" He held out his arms, adorned with thick golden bangles. "Rob me, I don't mind. The temple will pay for new ones--"

"I haven't come here to take your baubles, soothsayer," Nicki said. "I watched your speech earlier, on the altar at Delphi. You don't receive messages from Athena. You accept bribes to tell people what richer, more powerful people wish them to hear."

The boy opened his mouth, but the edge of her xiphos blade made him think better of calling for his handsome guard with the fixed scowl, worse than the gorgon scarred into Nicki's side. "You told one of your falsehoods four months ago," Nicki said, "to a young man named Ares. You would remember him, lie-spinner, because he was so, so grateful for your news. That he and his woman would be blessed with a baby." She felt her throat thicken as she went on: "You told him that if he dipped the baby into the water in the quarry in Attika, she would never be harmed by the hand of man."

Nicki was barely aware of tears gathering, only noticing when they rolled down her face and the Pythia's eyes followed them. "On the hills above the quarry they were torn apart by maenads drunk on poisoned wine, gone mad, who mistook my husband and daughter for willing sacrifices to their bacchus god."

"Then," the oracle said, speaking through his teeth, preternaturally calm, "I didn't lie to him." He was breathing fast. Nicki searched his face, his eyes, and found no remorse there; only the same assuredness, the same secretly vicious sense of power, that she'd seen in the crowded Delphi altar.

"I will take your gold," she said. "For the Pythons. For myself I will take something else."

She moved faster than a snake, her cult companions told her. And this time was no different; the slash her xiphos left across the boy's throat opened, spilled out poisoned wine, and she waited till he was on the mosaic floor trembling through his death throes before stooping to strip him of every bangle, ring, hair ornament he was wearing. The Pythons would get their tribute; Nicki had taken her own prize.

ao3 ficlet meme

[dolcevalentinaofficial]

Tiny Treasures: A Guide to Choosing the Perfect Baby Bracelet

There's nothing quite like the arrival of a newborn baby. Those tiny fingers and toes ignite a love like no other. And for many new parents, a beautiful bracelet becomes a cherished keepsake, a symbol of this precious new life. But with so many options available, choosing the perfect baby bracelet can feel overwhelming. This guide will explore the different types of baby bracelets, materials, safety considerations, and popular options like silver bangles, gold bracelets, and bangles for both boys and girls.

This article is written with information gathered from reputable sources like the American Academy of Pediatrics American Academy of Pediatrics and National Safety Council National Safety Council.

The focus is on providing accurate and helpful information to parents, not promoting specific products.

Targeting Keywords:

Baby Silver Bangle: Discussed as a classic and timeless option, often engraved with initials or birthstones.

Baby Boy Bangle: Explored as a stylish choice for baby boys, available in various metals and finishes.

Baby Gold Bracelet: Highlighted for its luxurious feel and potential heirloom value, with safety considerations addressed.

Gold Baby Bangles: Explored as a popular choice, often featuring delicate designs and smooth finishes.

Newborn Gold Bracelet: Emphasized as a meaningful gift for celebrating a newborn's arrival.

Types of Baby Bracelets:

Bangles: These simple, closed-loop bracelets are a popular choice for babies. They come in various materials like silver, gold, and hypoallergenic metals.

ID Bracelets: These often feature a small plaque for engraving a baby's name or birthdate.

Charm Bracelets: These come with a chain and detachable charms, allowing for personalization and future additions.

Material Considerations:

Safety First: Choose soft, smooth metals like sterling silver or 14k gold to avoid irritation. Avoid sharp edges or dangling charms that could pose a choking hazard.

Durability: Consider how active the baby will be. Silver and gold offer good durability, while softer metals might bend or break easily.

Hypoallergenic Properties: For babies with sensitive skin, opt for hypoallergenic metals like titanium or surgical-grade stainless steel.

Popular Baby Bracelet Options:

Silver Bangles: A timeless and elegant choice, often engraved for a personalized touch.

Gold Bangles: Luxurious and potentially valuable keepsakes, available in various styles and thicknesses.

Gold Charm Bracelets: A thoughtful gift that allows for adding charms to mark milestones.

Baby Boy Bangles: Stylish options in a variety of metals and finishes, from classic silver to modern titanium.

Additional Tips:

Size Matters: Measure the baby's wrist to ensure a comfortable fit. The bracelet shouldn't be too loose or too tight.

Clasp Security: Opt for secure clasps that won't easily come undone, minimizing the risk of the bracelet falling off.

Consider Allergies: If you suspect a metal allergy, consult a pediatrician before choosing a bracelet material.

By following these tips and exploring the different options available, you're sure to find the perfect baby bracelet - a cherished treasure that will hold special memories for years to come.

[radexchangeprogram]

This is a random one but can I request head cannons of the Brothers and Dateables reacting to an MC that’s actually a half demon but was really great at hiding her demon side since she grew up in the human world? They see a demon man just bounding towards MC before the boys could do anything MC’s like “DAD! 😃” before jumping in his arms like a child. Around her Dad she gains fangs and horns like him but she reverts back to normal when she wants to. The boys are like “Why didn’t you say anything?” And she’s like “I’m just used to my human side” or “You never asked 🤷🏾‍♀️”

Of course! I love this idea. I didn’t get a chance to proof read this so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Author’s notes at the end (marked by *s)

Spoiler warning for up to chapter 17 to be safe. Especially with Belphie.

Half Demon GN!MC Headcanons

General

Everyone noticed that you never seemed too bothered by the fact that you were surrounded by demons, but figured you were just rather good at adapting.

This theory was proven wrong at a party Lord Diavolo hosted.

As you chatted with the brothers, a large demon with griffon wings, a lion’s mane, and horns similar to a gazelle began to head in the direction of your group.

The demon, who the others instantly recognized as Duke Vapula, walked up to them with a cheeky grin.

The brothers were instantly on guard, Mammon even growling slightly, as it was extremely uncommon for anyone to approach them so casually.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all took notice and were prepared to intervine should something happen.

You turned around to see what the issue was and let out a loud gasp.

“DAD!”

Lucifer

Absolutely dumbfounded. How did he not know about this? He read your files to the point of practically memorizing them before you came here and he swears there was nothing about you being a half demon.

He was honestly a bit embarrassed that he didn’t know about something this major.

When confronting you, all you did was say that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that you figured they already knew.

You really give him a migraine sometimes.

He feels a bit relieved that he doesn’t have to worry as much about you dying, though.

If you wish, he may start teaching you demonic etiquette, such as having you shift form at formal events.

If you prefer your human heritage, he won’t pressure you to conform to your demonic ancestory.

Mammon

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HIS HUMAN ISN’T ENTIRELY HUMAN?!?

The loudest about his displeasure about not knowing.

“I’m your first man! I’m supposed to know everything about you!”

When you explain to him that you’re more comfortable with your human half, he calms down a little.

Tries to call you ‘stupid half-demon’ but it doesn’t feel the same as ‘stupid human’ :(

You tell him he can just keep calling you ‘stupid human’ :D

Wonders if he can get your dad to pay him for ‘providing his child with such incredible protection’.

You immediately tell him no.

Leviathan

Holy shit this sounds like something straight out of an anime!!!

Very upset that you didn’t tell him, you’re his Henry! You’re supposed to tell him these kind of things!

When you shrug and simply say that no one asked, he gets even more pouty.

You make up with him quickly by offering to play games with him all night.

Extremely curious about your demonic form for the primary purpose of cosplay. Do you know how many more characters you can be if you have a tail or wings?!?

You might inspire some fanfiction. (half demon Henry x Lord of Shadows au slow burn 100k words, def not Leviathan projecting no not at all-)

Satan

He is extremely shocked. Not only did he have no idea, but half demons are extremely rare.

From what he’s read, most half-human half-demon offspring don’t survive past birth and all documented cases that have survived reside in the Devildom so that their powers can be better managed.

He asks you about this and you reply that you’re actually quite good at controlling your powers, but that you prefer living as a normal human.

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, but he has a billion questions.

How long is your lifespan? Do you take more after your demonic father or your human mother in terms of power?What are your weaknesses?

He really wants to learn more about human-demon hybrids and will ask you to help in his studies.

Also a bit excited as your father is well known for some for his knowledge and writing about the sciences. He wants to discuss some of it with you, assuming you’ve read what your father has written.*

Asmodeus

Oh he is so excited.

A bit relieved that his charm isn’t wearing off, it just doesn’t work because you’re the child of a demonic duke!

You know those boiling hot springs he talks about visiting? Well he’s happy to learn that you actually can join him without fear of your skin melting off!

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, getting mad over stuff like that can cause wrinkles.

He will absolutely want to help you groom your horns/wings/scales/tail.

He already has shown you a lot about demonic fashion trends, such as extra clothing that can be fitted around demonic extremities, but now he actually can actually have you try on some! Do you prefer gold tail bangles or jeweled horn cuffs?

Beelzebub

Relieved that Duke Vapula wasn’t looking for a fight.

He can’t help but smile a little when you hug your dad. It makes him happy that you love your family.

When you blush and tell him that it just slipped your mind to tell everyone about your heritage, he isn’t upset.

Happy that he doesn’t have to be so scared of accidentally hurting you with how strong he is.

If you’re able to safely eat some more demonic food, he will absolutely get you to try some of his favorite foods that normal humans would die upon eating.

Overall, you’re still the MC he has grown to love and doesn’t treat you too differently.

Belphegor

Is now more awake than he has been the entire evening.

Half demon? Nah this is just some dream.

Is understanding when you explain to him that you prefer being human and living as a human.

He’s happy he found out after making amends with you. He used to despise half-demons just as much as normal humans, seeing them as repulsive.

He still very much treats you the same, but is a bit annoyed with his brothers.

With knowledge of your demonic blood coming to light, they drag you out even more often and naps with you are becoming rarer.

If you get too overwhelmed with his brothers constantly wanting to try things they thought would previously kill you, he will be more than happy to lend you some of his hiding spots. He does charge the small fee of getting to take a nap with you though.

Diavolo

Similar to Lucifer, is shocked that he didn’t know before you came to the Devildom.

You aren’t the first half-demon he’s met, but he is surprised that a demon of Duke Vapula’s rank had a child with a human.

He’s actually very excited to learn that you’re a half-demon who is in more in touch with your human side. He feels a lot more relieved that you aren’t as defenseless as previously thought.

He does, however, make absolute sure that you have full control over your demonic powers. Every other half-demon lives in the Devildom for a reason and he can’t have someone who is technically one of his subjects accidentally cause mass destruction.

He invites you for tea more frequently, asking so many questions about how being raised in the human world as a half-demon was.

He likes to exchange stories with you about your younger years and the power fluxes you both struggled with as you grew.

Tells you that should you ever wish to live in the Devildom that he would be more than happy to make the needed arrangements.

Barbatos

He knew the whole time. When Diavolo asked him to look into the success of the program, he made note of your heritage right away.

However, he decided that keeping this information hidden when he saw that you were raised human and preferred to be seen as human.

When he explains this to everyone, you can’t help but feel thankful.

While some of the others make no effort to hide how annoyed this makes them, he doesn’t mind. He knows he made the right choice keeping this from everyone and doesn’t regret it at all.

Barbatos is actually a pretty good friend of your father’s and grew up with him. He actually met you when you were a baby because of this.*

Solomon

He has seen a lot in his years in the world of magic, but nothing like this.

Usually, half-demons were very easy to spot as they struggled to control their powers, but you practically had it down to an art!

You explain to him that you’re actually pretty good at keeping your powers under control. He’s rather impressed by this and will ask to see your spell work.

Thinks it’s a little funny that he has a pact with your dad.*

Like Satan, he wants to know all about you. Unlike Satan, he is going to actually conduct experiments instead of stick to interviews.

He has a new potion that he wants you to try almost every day now.

Can half-demons make pacts? If so, you have now been added to the list of demonic beings he wants to make a pact with.

Simeon

Very surprised considering he’s blessed you before.

Blessings aren’t supposed to work on anything of demonic nature so he’s baffled.

When you explain to him that you were raised human and prefer to live as human, he smiles.

He comes to the conclusion that you being a good person must be greater than the demonic blood in your veins.

He treats you the same overall, knowing that you’re still you no matter your heritage.

Luke

Absolute denial.

There is no way someone as nice as you is part demon! He refuses to believe it!

Gets upset and accuses you of trying to manipulate him, which you quickly deny.

When you explain to him that you prefer being human, he huffs.

Simeon gives him a bit of a talking to, about how you’re still the same MC who he sees as a big sibling.

He bakes you some apology cupcakes for being rude to you.

You sometimes shift form to mess around with him, it never fails to make him let out a shocked yelp before he snaps at you for picking on him.

Everyone (except Luke) thinks it’s funny tbh.

Author’s Notes:

*Duke Vapula is described as being able to bestow knowledge about all science contained in books.

*Barbatos is also a duke in The Goetia. I thought a fun nod to this would be to have them as friends.

*The Goetia talks about the 72 demons that King Solomon evoked. Vapula is one of the demons that he evoked. The game actually references this by talking about his 72 pacts. Asmodeus and Barbatos are both included in the 72 demons which is why he has pacts with both of them in the game :)

[ocean-blue-whump]

Good Pet. Bad Pet.

For @amonthofwhump Twelve Days of Whumpmas! Day Three-Betrayal

More Sunny and Star with Hunter Bianchi. 

Tagging @ashintheairlikesnow

CW: pet whump, BBU, lady whump, creepy/intimate whumper, derogatory language, nonsexual partial undressing, bonded whumpees, Romantic whumpees, brief masochism mention

Sunny creeps across the floor, his bare feet silent against the polished wood. The jangling of the jewelry on his wrists and gives him away, announces his presence to what feels like the whole universe. He’s wearing small white shorts, a sheer white top, thick gold bangles on his thin wrists, and three different golden necklaces. He purses his lips as he rounds the corner. Both pets were left untied today, a reward for behaving for Sir’s party last night. Behaving despite the bruises that were sucked into his neck and collarbones.

Sir is in his office on the second floor, and Sunny tries to be as quiet as possible as he approaches the door and knocks delicately. 

“Come in,” Sir rumbles. 

Sunny opens the door and steps in, his head bowed and his hands folded in front of him. “Hello, Sir.”

“I thought I told you not to disturb me.” Sir taps his pen against his lips. “I have lots of work to do today, precious Sunny.”

Sunny’s voice trembles. “I’m sorry, Sir, but I--but I have to tell you about Star.” His heart is hammering in his chest, he feels faint. There’s two different sides of training in him, one that says to love your owner and one that says to love your bonded. And he can’t reconcile them, he can’t fix the gap. Sweat beads on his forehead, he delicately wipes it away with the back of his hand. “She’s breaking a rule.” The words come out choked and halting. 

Sir shifts forward. “Oh? Please, Sun-Bun, tell me more.”

Sunny’s tongue feels useless in his mouth. “She’s laying on the couch. She’s on the furniture, she’s breaking a rule—” He cuts himself off, seconds from hyperventilating. He’s doing the best thing for Star. She’ll get punished for this, but she’ll be so much happier if she learns how to be good for Sir. They’ll both be happier. And Sunny loves Sir, too, when he’s Sir or Mr. Bianchi or Daddy. 

Sir stands up and walks over to Sunny, tilting the boy’s chin up with two fingers. “Good boy.”

Sunny thinks his legs are going to give out from those words alone. 

“You did the right thing. I’m so proud of you for telling the truth. You don’t need to worry about Star. I’ll handle her.”

Sunny bites his bottom lip, his eyes going wide as he nervously blinks up at Sir. “Are you...are you gonna hurt her?”

“Oh baby, don’t worry. She’ll get what she deserves, I promise.” Sir steps away, ruffling Sunny’s hair as he goes. Sunny shivers at the loss of contact. “Can you show me where she is?”

Sunny hesitantly nods, nuzzling into Sir’s fingers. “Yes, Sir.”

Sir hums. “Good boy.” He pulls his fingers away to reach down and take Sunny’s hand, large fingers gripping Sunny’s slender, elegant ones. Sunny beams. He was good, good for Sir, he’s such a good pet. Holding onto Sir’s hand, Sunny eagerly brings both of them into the living room. 

Star is sprawled out on the couch, basking in the sun like a cat. She makes a noise, a purr, almost, low and growly in the back of her throat. Her eyes are closed, leftover sparkles dotting her cheeks. God, she’s beautiful, underneath a fluffy blanket, hair around her head like a halo. A saint in the sunlight, gorgeous pet. Sunny wants to feel her warm skin underneath his aching hands, wants to trace the lines of her body, wants to feel the scars. 

Sir’s breath catches, and for a minute, Sunny thinks he’ll leave her be, let her catch up on sleep she so desperately needs. Because she’s pretty like this, and isn’t that why he bought them? Two pretty, pretty pets. 

He always forgets that they’re prettier when they’re bloody and begging. 

Sir strides forward, dragging Sunny with him, and tangles his fist in Star’s hair. Her eyes snap open with a start, and she yelps as Sir pulls her off the couch and onto the floor. She lands in a crumple of limbs, still half-paralyzed by the fog of sleep. 

Sir presses his dress shoe into Star’s temple, forcing her head down into the carpet. “What are you doing, Star? Hmm? You wanna explain why you think it’s okay for you to break the rules?”

“Pets are not allowed on the furniture without permission,” Star mumbles. She doesn’t seem to be registering what’s going on, not even the food on her face. 

Sir puts more weight down, and finally, Star’s dull expression flashes with pain and surprise. “Yeah. So why the fuck were you on the couch?”

“I was…” Star trails off, her fingers twitching at her sides. Sunny is still holding onto Sir’s hand, a scared boy hiding behind his Sir.

“Spit it out, slut,” Sir hisses. 

“I was fucking tired,” Star snaps, trying to push his foot off. “And I didn’t want to sleep on the fucking floor because it makes my back hurt.”

Sir makes a sarcastic pouty face. “Aww, I’m so sorry to hear that.” He pushes down harder. “You were swearing, so you just broke another rule.” He tugs on Sunny’s hand. “Come on, Sunny. Let Star see you.”

Sunny shuffles forward, his head down, gripping Sir’s hand tightly. 

“You could have slept here for another four hours and not been bothered if our precious Sun-Bun here hadn’t come to tell me that you were being bad.”

Star’s eyes widen, but she doesn’t say anything. Sunny’s cheeks burn with shame. Sir keeps on talking. “He told on you. He made a decision today. He picked me over you. He chose Daddy over his whore-in-crime.”

Star grunts and pushes against the boot. Her movements are getting frantic, sloppy, desperate. 

It’s worse that she’s not saying anything. Tears prick at Sunny’s eyes as he watches her struggle to free herself. 

“That should be punishment enough,” Sir says. “Having your love betray you. But it’s not. You don’t learn easily, Starshine. I’m going to have to punish you even more.”

At that, Star stops moving, starts whimpering. She’s fully awake now, Sunny thinks that’s worse. 

Sir steps back, taking his foot off Star’s head. She has the print of his shoe embedded into her pale skin. His hands are on Sunny’s back, weaving around his thin torso. “Take your shirt off, baby,” he whispers into Sunny’s ear. 

Goosebumps erupt across Sunny’s skin as he hooks his hands on the mesh and pulls it over his head, folding it in a flash and setting it on the coffee table. 

Sir turns around to fish around in a cabinet, coming back with a sharp knife. “Knees, Sunny,” he says. 

Sunny drops to the floor, eyes focusing on a single spot of the wall. In his peripheral vision, Star is sitting up slowly, rubbing the back of her neck. Sir squats down in front of Sunny, tracing the flat side of the knife along Sunny’s shoulders. The boy shivers, squeezing his eyes shut. 

Sir clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Eyes open. I want you to look at her when I hurt you.”

Sunny whines but opens his eyes, staring at Star. He was good. He was so good, he just wanted to make sure they were both following the rules so nothing else happened to them. He wanted to be good. 

“Please, don’t do this,” Star whispers. She’s on her knees now, too, right in front of Sunny. “He didn’t break the rules. I did.”

“You still want to defend him? After he turned you in?” Sir turns the knife, drawing a red line across Sunny’s chest. Sunny hisses at the bright flash of pain, hisses as it builds pleasure, too. 

“Yes. I’ll always—” Star clears her throat, shifting around. “I’ll always defend him. I’ll always forgive him.”

Sir’s voice is cold and vicious. “Then beg. Beg for me to punish you instead.”

They’ll only ever be good if they’re bleeding or begging. Sunny cries out, tilting his head against Sir’s shoulder as he makes another cut on his bicep. 

“Hurt me instead, Mr. Bianchi, please.” Star blinks slowly in a façade of seductiveness. It’s effective enough to make Sir pause to look at her. Sunny knows. Sunny knows when it’s real or not, he knows that she feels shame either way. 

“Go on,” Sir says. 

Star clears her throat. “I deserve to be hurt, I want to be hurt. Please hurt me instead. I forgive Sunny, Mr. Bianchi, he’s good and I’m not.”

No, Sunny wants to cry. Let him take the pain, for once. He turned his back on her. He went to Sir instead of waking her up gently and holding her, curled up against the floor by the fireplace. 

“Fine.” Sir’s knife flashes in the sun. 

It’s cold now. They’re both so fucking cold. 

Glint of the knife. Blood spilling from Star’s skin. And two pets, losing more of themselves every day in the walls of this manor. 

[stuff-from-the-void-matron]

Laurel Wreaths & Animal Teeth (5)

(c!Technoblade x fem!Reader)

(got a decent amount of interest on chapter 4 so here’s chapter 5! hope you all enjoy! and remember, chapter 6 depends on how well this chapter does! so remember to comment and reblog! thanks y’all! <3)

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You’d rung the bell, the sound alerting the villagers that things were all okay again. Soon they were all outside again and a lot came over to see what was going on. You were standing by two human kids. Villagers were typically pretty neutral to humans, unless they hurt them or broke their stuff. Though they tended to avoid humans (even the small/young ones) because of how dangerous they had the potential to be. 

This was sorta reinforced by today’s little drama. But with you there the villagers weren’t worried. They trusted you to keep them safe and protect them and their homes/businesses. Plus a few of them kind of heard you scolding the two human boys and well, villagers are true gossips because word spread through the small population hilariously fast. And yes they may have snickered over the two boys getting lectured like they did. But you’d never know that.

During this Tommy and Tubbo took the time to look around at the village. They noticed there wasn’t a single piece of cobblestone anywhere, much to Tommy’s outrage and Tubbo’s amusement. Tommy made sure to loudly gripe about how the village lost all of it’s ‘cool factor’ because you took the cobblestone away. He even started to say that if cobblestone was like a woman he’d-... but he stopped when he seemed to realize that not only was he standing directly next to an ACTUAL woman but an adult one…

He started sweating nervously and shooting a glare at Tubbo when the brown haired boy snickered at his uncomfortable position, but in the end he sort of mumbled,

“Uh.. you don’t wanna know what I’d… do.. pft.” 

Tubbo couldn’t hold it in anymore and broke out into laughter, with Tommy right behind him. While you just shook your head and made a ‘tsk’ing’ noise at the goofy pair. But you didn’t bother to hide your amused smile. Once they’d calmed down you resumed your trek. 

As you walked the two boys noted the second thing that stood out to them in the village were all the identical patterned banners that were hung up. The two tone ones with the golden suns on them. Tubbo lightly tugged on your sleeve, causing you to blink and look down at him curiously, and he asked why you hung them up everywhere. Was it to show this was your village or?

“Huh? Oh no, I didn’t hang those up, the villagers did. Though I made the original ones, the ones I hung up on my home. But the villagers liked them so much they made their own,” you explained with a calm smile.

Hearing this made the boys share a confused look before Tommy bluntly said that villagers never made patterned banners, they only hung up the plain ones. He���d never heard of them making banners ever. But you just shrugged and said the day after you’d hung up yours the villagers had all started copying you. You’re not 100% sure why (though you have a suspicion it’s the worship thing… but you didn’t bring that up..), you just assumed it was because they took a liking to them.

“I just wanted some decoration for my house and made the banner to spruce the place up, and it was sweet they liked them so much,” you added with a smile.

Tommy tilted his head before looking around the village and asking which house was yours. He pointed at one that was made of wood, stone, and pink terracotta and asked if that was it because ‘you’re a girl, girls like pink right?’ which just made you laugh and shake your head. 

“Some girls like pink, sure. Though I know some boys do as well. But no that’s not my house. Mine is up there on the hill at the other end of the village, see?” You pointed towards your temple home and the two boys followed your gesture and their eyes widened at the sight of the huge white quartz temple. 

Almost instantly Tommy started shouting about how that wasn’t a house, it was some kinda mansion or something! You just laughed and asked if he’d even ever seen a mansion before. He paused for a second, mouth open like he was going to say something but nothing came out. But then he caught himself and loudly said he’d seen LOADS of mansions before! So he knew what he was talking about.

You didn’t bother questioning him, you know he didn’t sound too sure, but what harm was there in letting him pretend he knew when he didn’t? Regardless, you and the two boys continued walking through the village, but Tommy and Tubbo (thinking that made you feel crazy still) said they wanted to see your cool house. You raised an eyebrow and asked if ALL they planned to do was look.

“It took exactly two days and two nights to build it, I don’t want two troublemakers wrecking it,” you said with a suspicious tone.

Tommy was first to heave a put upon sigh as he said they weren’t gonna wreck your stuff! But it was Tubbo who cut in and said that no way did you build that huge thing in just a couple days! It would have had to take you a week at best! 

You tilted your head and said it didn’t take a ‘couple days’ only, it took two days and two nights straight. But that answer just baffled the two boys more. And Tommy said in a disbelieving voice,

“You built for 48 hours straight?” You nodded and Tommy raised an eyebrow, not seeming to believe you.

“What, did ya just eat along the way?? Fought mobs while building at night??” He asked, sounding amused. And you, entirely without thinking how WEIRD it was going to sound, just replied that you’d sort of forgotten to eat while you were building.

“Yeah I got way too focused on building and after scrapping the first three builds I tried and settled on my temple house I got too into it and forgot to eat or sleep.”

You admitted it with some shame before quickly turning to the two stunned boys and saying they shouldn’t do stuff like that, it was irresponsible and dangerous! Tommy frowned and replied that YOU just admitted to doing those very things! But you countered that you were an adult and allowed to make your own stupid choices, but as kids they should heed smart advice. 

“It’s very much a ‘do as I say, not as I do’ type situation,” you said with a wry smile.

The blond was very much going to argue against that but you all finally scaled the path leading up the hill to your temple home and Tubbo saw the chest situated outside your home to the left of the front door. Without thinking he went over and started plundering through the chest, but yelped when you smacked his hand, causing him to pull both hands out of the chest and tuck them close to his stomach.

“Don’t go through my gift chest! The villagers use this to give me thank you gifts!” you scold the brunet boy. 

They start bombarding you with questions, like why on earth do the villagers give you gifts? What kind of gifts were they? What’d you do to earn them? Are you blackmailing the villagers? If so, then can you teach them how to do that? You burst out laughing at the way the questions just got more and more absurd. 

“No! I do not blackmail anyone! Lord, what is with you two kids? No, I work to protect the village and help the villagers master their crafts. And in return they thank me with gifts they make,” you answered with an amused grin.

But it seemed the blond only focused on one part of your reply, and it was the part where you called him a kid. A split second of dumbfounded stunned silence ensued before he snapped out of it and started raging, much to your and Tubbo’s amusement.

“I ain’t no CHILD! I am a MAN! A tall and powerful man who don’t gotta take crap from nobody! TUBBO STOP LAUGHING! SHE CALLED YOU A CHILD TOO!”

Tubbo didn’t even respond, he was too busy laughing. You were laughing too but managed to calm down enough to say that there was nothing wrong with being a child, it just meant you had more learning to do and experience to gain. Tommy and Tubbo seemed to calm down at hearing this, at least until you reached out and pinches both boys’ cheeks and cooed,

“And besides, you’re both cute widdle babies~!”

Now they were both hollering about ‘not being babies!’ and kicking up a huge fuss, much to your amusement.

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After that you’d gone through the day’s gifts and saw most of them were the usual stuff (but still great). Plenty of bread and fruit, potion stuff, and a fur blanket. You packed away the food in a chest, put up the potion supplies by your brewing station, and threw the nice fur blanket across the end of your bed as decoration. All in all they were lovely gifts.

But one of the gifts really stood out. A red wooden box. And when you opened it you saw it had 6 engraved gold bangles. And they had different engravings. Some were carved to have leafy vines, some had geometric shapes, others had fish scale patterns, and even some with simple swirls and dots. But they all had a hinge to open them and a thin chain to keep them from falling off should they accidentally come open.

You loved all the gifts the villagers got you, how could you not? They were the fruits of their labor and skill! But these bracelets just hit different? You’d always liked gold, it was pretty and just crisp looking. SO without hesitation you’d put the bracelets on, three on each wrist before admiring them in the waning light of the sunset.

You’d even showed the two teen boys after you put them on and they said they looked nice, though you could tell they were only being polite, most likely because they had no interest in jewelry. Though you appreciate them trying to be nice for your sake. But while you were admiring your latest gift Tubbo noticed something simmering in your cauldron by your brewing stand. 

He cautiously approached it while you were showing Tommy your enchantment table and library (tommy wanted to enchant his sword). The brown haired boy let the scent from the lightly bubbling cauldron waft across his face and he breathed it in with a pleased sigh. Whatever this was it was clearly food, but damn did it smell like utter heaven! He could see chunks of steak, cuts of potato and carrot, and some other green bits he didn’t recognize. But he did recognize the light golden sheen the stew(?) had. Just like an enchanted golden apple! 

All three of you blinked when a sudden growing gurgle sounded through the quartz temple. You and Tommy looked over at Tubbo, whose face was red with embarrassment. He laughed awkwardly and said the food smelled good, and he hadn’t eaten since breakfast as his excuse. But you just gave a laugh and went over to the cauldron, scooting him out of the way so you could check on it. 

The two watched you stir the concoction with a wooden spoon before tasting some and letting out a pleased hum. Cooking was similar to potion making so you’d started doing both lately to keep yourself busy. You’d started with the recipes you already knew from the game. Mushroom stew, beetroot soup, rabbit stew, bread, etc. But those got boring fast so you decided.. why not try something new? So you’d started just doing whatever sounded like a good idea.

You learned LOTS of new recipes (and made sure to jot them down in a book so you didn’t forget them/what they did) but you also made some truly vile foodstuff. Lots of your failed concoctions ended up in the trash. But this latest one actually tasted darn good to you. After trying it you even noticed it gave you the same effects as the enchanted golden apple. Which was cool since you’d marinated the steak you’d put in the stew in a bowl of enchanted gapple juice. 

Behind you you could hear Tubbo bugging Tommy, asking him to give him some food since he ran out and his hunger was low. But Tommy refused, saying he only had one loaf of bread left and Tubbo should have brought more food! You rolled your eyes at the bickering pair of boys before wordlessly grabbing some wooden bowls and scooping some of the enchanted beef stew into them before calling over your shoulder,

“Y’all two want some stew? It turned out really good this time I think.”

Tubbo gave a thankful, “Oh yes, please!” while Tommy gave a childish, “Yeah! Gimme!” that made you want to laugh at their silliness. But instead you just handed over the two bowls of stew. You turned back around to grab yourself one (because you might not NEED food but it still tastes good) and while your back was turned you heard them greedily slurping and munching on the stew. You’d turned back and came face to face with two boys with empty bowls held out to you to show they’d like more. You barked out a laugh and teasingly asked if it was any good. 

Tommy didn’t seem to want to wait and shook his bowl and demanded in a snarky tone to “Hurry it up woman!” which.. made you frown. You were giving him a very unamused look, which he seemed to register and realize he may have misstepped here. He sweat anxiously with a nervous smile while Tubbo’s face dropped and he held his own bowl closer to his chest, not liking the tense silence. For some reason having you upset with him made him not feel so good. Like it was a bone deep feeling that left him hugely on edge. Tubbo glanced over at his best friend and knew the same could be said for him, because Tommy looked vaguely ill. But after a harsh elbow jab from the brunet the blond seemed to snap into the present and stuttered,

“I was-uh, y’see I was only.. kidding. Yeah! Kidding! What I really meant was can I please have some more??” 

Your frown twitched before turning into a wry smile. You huffed out a chuckle that made both boys' anxieties fade. Their bodies seemed to deflate from how tense they’d been before as you handed over the full bowl in your hand to him and said while you ruffled his hay colored hair, 

“Nice save kiddo, because if you’d have been smarting off for real I’d have been pretty irked. Thankfully it was only a joke~”

Tommy gave a relieved chuckle before he shamelessly gobbled down his new bowl of stew, seemingly back to normal now that you didn’t seem upset at him anymore. You mentally shook your head, he was such a kid it was pretty funny. But then you turned your gaze to Tubbo and held your hand out for his bowl, which he happily handed over with a shy ‘thank you!’ that made you smile. Soon they were both digging in all over again. Only this time you joined them, positively delighted with how this new stew had turned out. After eating you’d even offered them some iced tea you’d made. And this had started a whole Thing with the two British boys.

They’d argued that iced tea was an abomination and hot tea was the only right way to do tea. You’d rolled your eyes and asked if they’d ever even TRIED iced tea before. That got Tubbo to sorta stutter before falling silent but Tommy, ever the hard headed one, just plowed on and said he didn’t NEED to try it to know it wasn’t good. You gave him a Look and shook your head before convincing them to just try it and if they didn’t like it then they could dump it out. After some back and forth they caved and tried it, and lo and behold they both enjoyed it. The crisp drink was perfect for warm weather, unlike hot tea. But even after begrudgingly admitting it wasn’t ‘total shit’ Tommy refused to admit he liked it better than ‘proper tea’. You took this all as a win regardless.

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You’d spent the majority of the day with the two young boys, just showing them around and feeding them and goofing off. You’d forgotten how fun it was to interact with people like this. To have actual conversation that wasn’t just ‘hms’ and ‘hngs’ like with the Villagers. You still loved the villagers, they were good folks but you’d missed talking with people normally. Which is why you were understandably bummed out when you saw the sun was getting dangerously close to the horizon. But you knew being out after dark wasn’t wise for regular people. You even brought it up to the two boys, not wanting them to have to face any hostile mobs on their way home. They reassured you they’d be fine, they’ve got good gear and enchanted weapons, but you still worried.

Though instead of letting it get to you and ruining the rest of the evening you instead packed the two boys some food to go. You put the rest of the stew into bowls and served up a couple more glasses of iced tea before gifting them to them, making sure they each got an equal share. Tubbo tried to politely say you didn’t have to give them anything while Tommy just let out a ‘whoop!’ and shoved his share into his inventory with a wide grin. That helped Tubbo accept his too without any more shyness. Soon they were all packed up and ready to go home, wherever that was.

But before they headed off Tubbo asked if they could come back, with Tommy perking up at the question, clearly wanting to know your answer too. With a smile you said of course they could come back to visit you and your village. You’d be delighted to host them again! Even if your first impression of them wasn’t that nice. You chuckled when Tommy had the decency to at least look somewhat sheepish. But your smile wasn’t upset and let them know you were only teasing, and it was water under the bridge. 

“I look forward to you two coming back again! Maybe you can help me out around the village and in return I can pay you or maybe make you both more food-”

Tommy and Tubbo cut you off by almost yelling out in unison, “FOOD!” which made you laugh out loud. You held up a hand in mock surrender and agreed to make them more food the next time they stopped by. The pair looked excited and waved before picking the berries from the bushes surrounding your village (so they wouldn’t take damage from the thorns) and hurried through them. You waved goodbye in return then took some bone meal out to help the bushes grow back before heading back home. 

You had a great day, and weren’t lying when you said you couldn’t wait for the two to come back.

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Tommy and Tubbo made it back to L’manburg without too much fuss, only having to kill a few zombies and skeletons along the way. Though by the time they got back it was very much after dark and everyone had settled in for the night to avoid the hostile mobs. So the two boys didn’t bother checking in with anyone since it was already late and they were tired from the journey back. But to their surprise Wilbur was waiting up for them in the kitchen, sipping some tea and working on some papers.

“Oi, you two are back late. Run into trouble or somethin’?” Wilbur asked with a wry grin. 

And that released the floodgates of the two teen boys unloading everything that’d happened that day. From finding the village to accidentally fighting an iron golem, to meeting YOU! And everything else after. Wilbur listened with wide eyes, surprised to hear them talk about meeting a new person, a stranger outside of a country/city place that they knew of. One that apparently took over a village? Weird. 

But L’manburg could always use more allies. 

Maybe he should go pay you a visit too.

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Sugar with a Side of Coffee Ch. 3

A/N: This is the new, rewritten chapter three. Enjoy! :)

Ch.1   Ch. 2  Ch. 2.5  

Chapter 3: A Night Out

Friday came around fast, and with a rainy morning, so the girls opted not to put out the cart. The little shop was quite busy, filling with both cart customers and the regular shop customers. Between orders, Marta discussed her plans with Cate.

 “So, I was thinking that we could go back to yours, I could borrow some clothes, and then we can go straight out to the pub on 18th street!” It was clear that Marta had been planning this all along. Cate laughed and shook her head.

“I think you just have your eyes on that red shirt you found the last time you slept over.” Cate remembered when her and Marta got wine drunk together and had put on a bit of a fashion show for Shrimp. Marta had discovered a bright red long sleeve shirt, with a deep neckline. Cate had not worn it in years, the last she remembered of that shirt was a failed date. 

“Okay, you caught me, but it’s so cute!” Marta whined. “And I haven’t seen my cat nephew in like a week!” 

Marta had driven them both to Cate’s apartment in her car. Once in the door, Marta scooped up Shrimp and coddled him like a baby. He gently swiped a paw up to her face. Cate made her way to the bedroom to get down to business. 

“So if you’re wearing the red top, what does that leave me?” Cate called out, examining her hangers. “I have this green dress that's not too fancy? No, too christmas-y” she continues rummaging through each hanger. Marta walked in carrying Shrimp and stood next to Cate.

“What about that?” Marta pointed to the right side of Cate’s closet. Cate followed her gaze and pulled a black satin-like fabric tank top off a hanger. “Actually, I changed my mind, I’ll wear this and you can wear the red top!” Marta released Shrimp, who ran off, flicking his ears, and Marta traded her work uniform for the black tank top and white jeans. Cate quickly found the red top, discarding her white button up for it. She threw her work pants in the laundry bin and pulled on black jeans and tucked the red top into them.

“Okay, remind me again why you hate this top? It’s so hot!” Marta eyed her best friend. Cate grabbed some gold bangles to pull over the long sleeves. Marta grabbed her friend’s hands and spun her to face her. “Seriously, Cate!” Marta gestured to Cate’s cleavage that was now being shown off. Cate blushed, and grabbed a pair of heels for herself and Marta. 

The bar on 18th was shaped like a giant rectangle, with the bartenders in the middle tending to the patrons on the outer perimeter. Cate and Marta were sitting on one of the shorter ends of the bar. They were almost shouting at each other to be heard over the music.

“Did you get Spencer’s number from the other night?” Marta asked loudly after sipping her vodka cran. Cate looked at her water, thinking that she should order one for Marta so she would slow down her drinking.

“No,” she shook her head to make sure she was understood.  As she glanced around the bar, her eyes landed on an all too familiar face at the other end of the bar. There sat amongst a group was Spencer. Marta followed Cate’s gaze. 

“Well, no time like the present!” Marta stood up and tugged Cate out of her seat.

On the other side of the bar, Spencer was nursing a ginger ale while he watched JJ play darts with Emily. Derek was ordering another beer for himself and Rossi. The team’s casework was completed rather early for a Friday night, so the unit had gone out for a few drinks to celebrate. 

“I don’t know why I agreed to this.” Emily grumbled, getting smoked by JJ and her insanely accurate dart skills. 

“Oh, come on. I’m going easy on you!” JJ tossed another dart. Rossi laughed under his breath, taking his new beer from Derek. Spencer was still oblivious, watching the dart tournament between JJ and Emily. 

“Dibs.” Marta turned back to Cate after staring at Derek even when he turned away. The girls approached Derek and Spencer.

“Hi,” Marta said, looking at Spencer. His eyes widened, flustered, looking at the clearly buzzed girl in front of him. Cate rolled her eyes at her friend for putting on her flirting voice. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, sweater vest.”

“Um, I’m sorry, do I know you?” he asked Marta honestly. 

“We’re pretty hard to recognize without the aprons.” Marta shrugged. Derek sauntered over as Spencer looked at him for help. Spencer finally saw Cate from behind Marta. When he pulled his eyes up to meet hers, he realized she was the girl from the coffee shop, wearing something very low cut. Cate exhaled, trying to calm her nerves. This is not how she envisioned tonight, babysitting a buzzed Marta, and standing in front of Spencer in such a scandalous top.

“That would be Marta.” Cate gestured to her friend. “Her parents own The Empty Mug.” She told Spencer, seeing as he’d been frequenting the coffee cart.

“And this,” Marta side hugged Cate tightly. “Is one of my bestest friends, Catherine.” Marta grinned widely, proud of her antics. “But you already knew that, didn’t you, Spencer.” Marta gave him a wink. Cate wished Marta hadn’t pregamed so hard at her apartment before they left. 

“What do we have here? Derek.” He introduced himself with a handshake. Marta giggled as she took his hand. Cate looked to Spencer, hoping he wasn’t getting the wrong impression of them.

“She doesn’t get out much” Cate tried to explain with a smile. Cate noticed the nonalcoholic drink in his hands.

“Ah, so I see you’ve gotten picked as designated driver too?” Cate raised her glass of water. Spencer opened his mouth, but nothing was coming out.

Hotch, JJ, and Prentiss watched from the distance of their table near the dart boards. Penelope and Rossi returned from the new age electronic jukebox. Penelope was the first to speak what was on the team’s mind.

“Who are those girls talking to Derek and Reid?” She looks towards JJ and Emily.

“No idea.” JJ spoke. Despite the curiosity, none of them made a move towards Morgan or Reid. 

“Poor Reid, his IQ must be flying out the window.” Emily watched Spencer as he watched the girls walk to the bathroom. She decided that now would be a good time to approach the boys about their new friends.

When they made it to the boys, Rossi bent down and pretended to pick something up. When he stood up, he held out his hand to Spencer. 

“I think you dropped this, kid.” Rossi told Spencer. Spencer looked at him quizzically. “It’s your jaw.” The team laughed, while Spencer just blushed. 

“I don’t know why I still hang around you guys.” Spencer laughed, shaking his head. 

“They work at The Empty Mug.” Derek spoke up. “You better work your magic, Pretty Boy, and get them to deliver to the BAU.”

“Oh, I second that! The coffee was great.” Emily agreed. The team scattered when they saw the girls returning, even Derek stepped back, leaving Spencer to fend for himself. 

Marta’s eyes found Derek all too quickly, and she grabbed his hand to lead him to the dancefloor. Cate shook her head at her wild friend, but smiled lovingly at her. 

“Looks like Derek met his match.” Spencer said to Cate, but he was watching Marta drag Derek to dance. Cate took a sip from her water, trying to hydrate her dry, nervous throat.

“What are the chances that you’d be waiting in line, when that kid stole my tip jar.” Cate laughed to Spencer. Derek had returned to the team with Marta in tow, filling them in on his little plan. 

“Well, the odds of getting robbed in the U.S. are one in 667.” Spencer shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets. “It’s an average of 150 robberies a year per 100,000 population.” He rambles off, “And it’s just timing my job plus my love for coffee.” 

“How did you just know that?” Cate stared in amazement. Spencer stuttered before he managed a full sentence about his eidetic memory. “So you know like everything?” 

“Well, as long as I read about it or see it once, I can remember a lot.” Spencer could feel his blush creeping up his ears.

“Okay shut your eyes.” 

Spencer did.

“What color are my eyes?” Cate tested.

“Light Brown” Spencer answered fast. “But I knew that from when we first met.” He mentally face palmed himself for saying something so forward. His eyes were still shut.

“Okay then let me give you something harder.” Cate slowly swiveled her head, looking around the bar. “What color is-”

“That’s not really the best judgement of my memory, I’ve had FBI training on how to assess a room in less than ten seconds.” Spencer opened his eyes. “I can recite things from memory, which would be a better measure of my memory.” Cate was in awe. “Like, for instance, pick a book, any book. I’m well versed in most literature.” Spencer had now turned to face her. Cate was smiling up at him.

“Any book? Okay, how about the first sentence of John Steinbeck’s Of Mice and Men?” Cate quizzed, picking the first obscure book she thought of. 

“ A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.” Spencer recalled, almost immediately.

“Impressive.” Cate nodded, pursing her lips.

Derek and Marta were up to no good, huddled over a table. The rest of the team were watching Cate and Spencer’s awkward flirt exchange like a car crash, they couldn’t turn away. Penelope pretended to wipe her eyes.

“I’m just so proud. He didn’t even use any magic tricks.” JJ nodded her head in agreement. “I hope we get to add another girl to our girls nights.” Penelope continued.

“I’m just hoping we can get that coffee in our building somehow” Emily half-joked. 

Marta stood up from the table, and walked back over towards Cate and Spencer. She tapped Cate on the back three times, which was their signal to go to the bathroom together. Cate waited exactly ten seconds for Marta to get a headstart and it wouldn’t look suspicious.

“I should go check on Marta, excuse me.” Cate turned to walk towards the ladies’ room and entered. “Marta?” Cate saw only one stall was closed. “Everything alright?” The toilet flushed and the stall door opened to reveal Marta. She wore a devilish grin.

“What?” Cate looked through the mirror at Marta’s reflection.

“Look what I got from a certain friend of an agent.” Marta held a napkin up with numbers written in blue pen, pleased with herself.

“You got Derek’s number?” Cate gasped, surprised. 

“I wish.” Marta. “It’s Spencer’s number.” Marta held out the napkin for Cate.

“What?” Cate said in disbelief. “Spencer gave you his number?” Marta shook her head.

“Derek gave me Spencer’s number to give to you.” Marta picked up Cate’s hand and tucked the napkin into it. “Don’t say I’ve never done anything for you” Marta was smiling, then turned pale. “Hold that thought.” she turned on her heel and rushed to a toilet, emptying her stomach. 

Cate opened the door to the bathroom, feeling nauseous from the noises of her friend. Spencer was no longer in the hallway. He must’ve gone back to his seat. Cate thought. When she glanced over to where they had been sitting, they weren’t there. With no company, Cate turned back around to comfort her friend in the bathroom.

“Let’s get you home.” Cate said as she rubbed Marta’s back.

[garpie64]

I was tagged by @whumpbby for some WIP share and I’ve got a few cooking in the pot. 

I’ll pass this on to @spartanbunjess, @primeemeraldheiress, and @scandalsavagefanfic if you guys want to play along

Spoiled Lil Kitten ~ Alley Cat

“I don’t give a fuck about some damn stitches! The little bitch ain’t just sitting on his ass in some fucking bed being a lazy shit. The bitch’s got work to do, money to make.” The male voice sounded incensed, booming from the chest.

The man the voice belonged to looked just as unpleasant. A typical thug with long greasy hair, a grungy appearance, and reeking of smoke and alcohol, he was currently attempting to intimidate Leslie by looming over the older woman. The veteran doctor had dealt with her fair share of burly morons threatening violence to get their way. She had stood up to far more dangerous men. Still Bruce frowned as he took in the scene concern growing. The man had clear rage on his face bent on getting his way as Leslie met his glare without fear and strong. Her eyes blazed with a will no man could match.

The scene was sadly familiar to the clinic with pimps, dealers, and other ilk demanding their money makers be returned to the street regardless of health. Bruce had walked in on plenty of similar scenes with Leslie seeing out abusers to protect the victims.

He turned to look at the patient. Huddled behind Leslie, a tiny stick of a thing peered out obviously terrified and in poor condition. The hybrid boy looked incredibly young, far too young for what work his presumed owner would have him doing in this neighborhood. The long matted fur of his ears and tail held a peculiar light gray pattern, but Bruce’s lacking knowledge of hybrids left him unsure of what species, but he appeared feline.

Alone, But Never Again ~ Ending 1

Jason was alone in a motel in the middle of no where when he felt the first twinge in his soul. Some stupid talk show was playing on the Tv providing noise more than anything. Jason had been sitting at the table eating a meager meal of old takeout swallowed up in his own misery when he felt it. The baby bump had just barely formed, but he could feel it; could feel just the lightest pull on his soul. The action was so minuscule and yet Jason froze. Once blue eyes widened as the fork in his hand fell back into the takeout container. Tears left wet tracks down his cheeks and stung his eyes.

He spent the night huddled in a makeshift nest made in the small closet huddled into a ball and with his arms curled around his stomach.

That little spark, that tiny little tug meant that there was life inside him. For everything he fucked up and failed to be or do, he didn’t fail at this. It changed something in him that night, to know that this was real.

Jason was really pregnant and he needed to take action if he was going to give this baby the best start he could give.

Finding a reputable Omega home had been a bit difficult. Most were either underfunded, shopping markets for wealthy alphas, or would take away every right Jason had to his body and child. Single pregnant omegas always faced social pressure and prejudice. Even those who had lost their mates faced scrutiny for bearing a child alone and yet judged heavily for taking a mate too soon after their last. There were a few run by omegas that protected others and it was at one of these, Lockwood’s Home for Omegas, that he found room and board and the medical aid he would need.

Acid Green Desires

Deep below the earth rest a Lazarus Pit, one of the last still accessible to Ra’s al Ghul, former head of the League of Shadows. The green tinted reflections danced over the rock ceiling. Torches illuminated the entirety of the chamber. The last of Ra’s trusted guards stood at attention along the rim of the chamber. The near silence would almost be eerie if Jason hadn’t grown accustom to the stillness of the assassins. Instead, he focused on Ra’s moving to the center of the pool.

The man was showing his age; body worn and hunched with deep wrinkles. It was perhaps past time for Ra’s to dip into the pit. Jason shifted where he sat perched on the ledge of the pool. The many bangles and chains adorning his body jangled as he moved drawing Ra’s attention. The ancient glanced back at his prized mate dressed in luxurious silks and decorated with gold and jewels that glinted in the fire light. The near sheer harem pants hung low on his waist exposing just a hint of hipbone with the golden belt clinging to him. The completely sheer crop top prominently displayed his pert nipples and full breasts. Black locks twisted in loose curls.

His mate made for a sight wearing the al Ghul colors, but he was no simple concubine. Jason was mate and wife to Ra’s al Ghul, the only family that remained loyal to him in the end.

Though his mate made for a tempting sight, the ancient turned away and prepared to submerge himself. Jason watched Ra’s disappear beneath the acid green waters. The surface of the water settled growing still as Ra’s lingered under water. Jason lowered his chin to sit on his bent knee waiting in the silence when Ra’s erupted from the depths with a roar of pure power. The alpha had been restored to his prime. Droplets glided over sculpted muscles, highlighting every aspect that drew others in. Jason stared unashamedly at the naked form of his mate. His eyes roved over unmarred skin shifting over rippling muscles as the alpha admired his own form.

Leather & Lace ~ Chapter 5

An incessant buzzing disrupted the morning quiet, rousing Jason from his sleep. He groaned in annoyance and turned to burrow into his pillow. The warm body beside him shifted as his companion stirred as well.

“Sorry Jay.” Dick’s voice sounded gruff and rough with sleep. Jason hummed as the alpha reached over him to stop the buzzing and then settled in beside him.

Dick appeared to drift back to sleep near instantly as he didn’t stir with Jason rolling onto his back. Jason groaned as he stretched, arching his back and pressing his head back into the soft fluff of the pillows. He could feel sunlight peeking in through the drapes and hummed once more in contentment at the soft warmth surrounding him. A mewling sound escaped him when his body went boneless and allowed him to sink back into the mattress and blink his eyes open fully. Wakefulness came to him far faster than Dick as Jason twisted to look at the alpha.

Dark ebony locks fell over his face as he stretched out on his stomach. Dick smothered his pillow between his head and his arms. Jason’s eyes followed the cut of the alpha’s muscles along lean, tantalizing lines. The peaceful expression on his face was serene with Dick so very relaxed and unguarded. It’s been a while since Jason had the privilege of this sight; since he had woken up cuddled against Dick safe and happy. Jason leaned down, placing a warm kiss to his broad shoulder and smiling at the pleased sigh he received. He continued his trail up to Dick’s throat.

[thelifeoftravelling]

The Magic Of Benaras

 It was 6.30 P.M, Godowlia Chawk, Benaras; I was rushing through the huge rush of people heading towards the Dashashwamedh ghat. I was taking a serpentine move through the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd at the Godowlia Chawk. It’s time for the Ganga aarti, a shining beacon of bliss and devotion in and around Varanasi.

I could see a sea of people ahead of me towards the Dashashwamedh ghat. The shops on both the sides were lit with dazzling lights, the shopkeepers were screaming on the top of their voices to entice the pedestrians into their shops of ‘benarasi dresses, sarees and fabrics’. People were pouring in the brightly lit Vishwanath gali for the rainbow coloured ‘minakari’ and stone-setting ‘benarasi churis’ (bangles) and a variety of ‘benarasi pan masalas’ or mouth freshners, puja items and utensils made of brass and copper. Large number of people were gobbling down a variety of ‘chaats’ (snacks) or drinking hot ‘benarasi chai malai mar ke’ (tea with cream) crowding before the chaat centres.

I was practically pulled by the waves of the crowd towards the Dashashwamedh ghat; it was almost the time for the Ganga aarti and I was in no mood to miss it. The steep steps of the ghats connecting the Ganges with the city are the venue for the much-captured sights and sounds of the Ganga aarti. I have much heard about the Ganga aarti from my parents and my grand-parents, that is a visual one must feast upon. As I was tripping down the stairs of the Dashashwamedh ghat, I saw hundreds of people before me raising their hands high in the air echoing, “Har Har Mahadev” from one end of the ghat to the other. The blowing of conch shells by half a dozen of pandits (priests) to mark the start of the aarti awoke an adrenaline rush in me. I raised my hands too, uttering “Har Har Mahadev”. All the 6 priests blew the conch shells to sanctify the atmosphere followed by the waving of the incense sticks to worship the Ganges.

At dawn in the Vishwanath temple, the chanting of “jai Baba Bholenath” sends a kind of bliss and peacefulness to the soul. But, during the Ganga aarti in the evening the chanting of “Har Har Mahadev” and “Shiv Tandav Strotam” (which highlights the worship of Lord Shiva) brings goose bumps to the whole body.

The whole aura of the ghat differs so much from morning to evening each having a distinction of its own. At the wake of the dawn, the pandits perform puja rituals for the young, old and the kids sitting under their respective ‘chhattris’ (umbrellas); perform ‘shraddh s’ for the dead; ‘mundun’  (shaving of the head) for the new born babies; ‘pushpanjali’ (worshipping the river with flowers) to the river implying respect and worship to Mother Ganges. It’s a joy to behold flower bowls with lighted candles floating in the river; the pandits drawing “haldo-chandan tilak’ (3 parallel lines of turmeric and sandalwood) efficiently with their 3 fingers with a red ‘sindoor tika’ (red dot) at the centre of the forehead of the tourists in the name of Lord Shiva; the boats crossing the Ganges with full of tourists enjoying the morning view; newly married couples taking blessing of the Mother Ganges and Lord Shiva by sprinkling holy ‘ganga-jal’ (holy water of the Ganges) on them; people taking holy dip in the Ganges during morning bathing; the professional photographers remain busy either in pestering the tourists or taking pictures of them. At the back of everything the sweet jingling of the tolling of the temple bells can be heard for hours. Dashashwamedh ghat thus, in the morning looks quite busy yet an epitome of tranquility and serenity. But, in the evening at the Ganga aarti, Lord Shiva is worshipped much vigour and valour. The ghat looks gorgeous with luminous lightshades, brightly dressed priests, sharp sounds of conch shells and the spiral smoke emerging up in the air from the incense sticks.

(idols of God in every nook and corner of the ghats)

(boats moored at the riverfront)

(’mundun’ of a young boy)

(newly wedded couple at the Dashashwamedh ghat)

(men getting prepared for their morning dips at the Ganges)

(’sadhus’ and ‘aghoris’)

(My mother seeking blessings from Ma Ganga)

The young energetic pandits in charge of performing the aarti wear red silk ‘dhotis’ with rich gold borders, red kurtas with red ‘uttariya s’ (stoles) across their shoulders. It’s an awe-inspiring spectacle to watch and hear the chanting hymns and the twists and turns of the hands holding the multi-tiered ceremonial brass lamps by all the 6 priests together. As the Ganga aarti is performed in all the ghats in the same time, the most amazing part is the sound of the chanting of mantras echoing through the whole river and the ghats at the same hour. Even after the end of the Ganga aarti the ‘Shiv Tandav Strotam’, the blowing of several conch shells together were still buzzing in my ears; I can yet envision the thick smoke rising from the giant snake-shaped brass lamps and the wavering of the large peacock feathers by the dancing hands and the swinging bodies of the gorgeously dressed pandits. All this kept me in a trance for several hours.

The Ganga aarti by these pandits all together create a magic of light and shade and smoke highlighting the worship of Lord Shiva. Whereas these pandits in the morning at the same ghat simply create an aura of spirituality invoking a kind of peacefulness and calmness of soul by their regular methodical religious rituals in the ghats.