#gold baby bangles

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Personalised Baby Bangles: A Perfect Keepsake for Your Little One

When it comes to celebrating the birth of a baby, few gifts are as timeless and cherished as personalised baby bangles. These exquisite pieces of jewellery not only add a touch of elegance to your baby's wardrobe but also serve as a lasting memento that can be treasured for years to come. Whether you're considering a baby gold bracelet or a baby's gold bangle, these items offer a blend of tradition, beauty, and personalisation that make them truly special.

The Charm of Personalised Baby Bangles

A Unique and Personal Touch

Personalised baby bangles are a wonderful way to create a unique keepsake for your child. Engraving your baby’s name, birth date, or a special message on the bangle makes it a one-of-a-kind piece that holds significant sentimental value. This personal touch ensures that the bangle is more than just a piece of jewellery; it becomes a cherished heirloom that tells a story and celebrates a momentous occasion.

High-Quality Craftsmanship

When selecting a personalised baby bangle, it's important to choose one that is crafted with high-quality materials. Baby gold bracelets and gold bangles are particularly popular due to their durability and timeless appeal. Gold is not only beautiful but also hypoallergenic, making it a safe choice for your baby’s delicate skin. Opt for bangles made from 9ct or 18ct gold to ensure longevity and a stunning finish.

A Timeless Tradition

Gold jewellery has been a part of many cultures for centuries, often symbolising wealth, status, and good fortune. Gifting a baby gold bracelet or a baby’s gold bangle continues this tradition, welcoming the newborn with a symbol of prosperity and love. These bangles are often passed down through generations, becoming a treasured family heirloom.

Choosing the Perfect Baby Gold Bracelet

Design and Style

When choosing a baby gold bracelet, consider the design and style that will best suit your child. From simple and classic designs to more elaborate and intricate patterns, there is a wide range of options available. Some popular styles include:

Plain Gold Bangles: Simple and elegant, these bangles are perfect for everyday wear and can easily match any outfit.

Engraved Bangles: Personalised with your baby’s name or a special message, these bangles add a personal touch that makes them truly unique.

Charm Bangles: Featuring small charms such as hearts, stars, or animals, these bangles add a playful element to your baby’s jewellery collection.

Sizing and Safety

Ensuring the bangle fits comfortably is crucial. Most baby bangles are designed to be adjustable, allowing for a secure and comfortable fit as your baby grows. It's also important to check that the bangle has smooth edges and a secure clasp to prevent any discomfort or safety hazards.

The Benefits of Gifting a Baby’s Gold Bangle

A Lasting Keepsake

One of the most significant benefits of gifting a baby gold bracelet or bangle is that it serves as a lasting keepsake. Unlike clothes or toys that are quickly outgrown or discarded, a gold bangle can be kept and cherished for a lifetime. As your child grows, the bangle can serve as a beautiful reminder of their early years and the love and care that surrounded them.

A Versatile Gift

Personalised baby bangles are suitable for various occasions, making them a versatile gift choice. Whether it’s for a christening, a birthday, or a baby shower, a gold bangle is a thoughtful and meaningful present that will be appreciated by both the parents and the child.

Enhancing Family Traditions

Gifting a baby’s gold bangle can also help to enhance family traditions. Many families have a tradition of passing down jewellery from one generation to the next. By giving a personalised baby bangle, you are not only creating a new family heirloom but also contributing to the continuation of a cherished family tradition.

Where to Buy Personalised Baby Bangles

When purchasing a personalised baby bangle, it's important to choose a reputable jeweller who specialises in baby jewellery. Look for jewellers who offer high-quality materials, expert craftsmanship, and customisation options. Online retailers and local jewellers both offer a variety of options, but be sure to read reviews and check their credentials to ensure you are making a wise investment.

Conclusion

Personalised baby bangles are more than just pieces of jewellery; they are keepsakes that carry memories, traditions, and love. Whether you choose a simple baby gold bracelet or an intricately designed baby’s gold bangle, this timeless gift is sure to be treasured for years to come. As you celebrate the arrival of a new baby, consider the lasting impact of a personalised bangle—a beautiful token of affection that will be cherished forever.

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Kinderwhore basics

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The Perfect Christening Gift: Personalized Baby Bangles and Bracelets

A christening is a momentous occasion, marking the beginning of a child's spiritual journey. It's a time for celebration, family gatherings, and finding the perfect gift to commemorate the day. If you're searching for a thoughtful and timeless present, personalized baby bangles and bracelets make exceptional choices. Here’s why these beautiful pieces of jewellery are the ideal christening gift and some tips on how to choose the perfect one.

Why Personalized Baby Bangles and Bracelets?

1. A Keepsake to Cherish: Personalized baby bangles and bracelets are not just accessories; they are keepsakes that will be treasured for years to come. These pieces of jewellery can be kept as mementoes of the christening day, carrying sentimental value as the child grows older.

2. Unique and Thoughtful: Adding a personal touch, such as engraving the baby’s name, initials, or the date of the christening, makes the gift unique. It shows thoughtfulness and care, making it clear that you’ve put effort into choosing something special.

3. High Quality and Durability: Baby bangles and bracelets are often made from high-quality materials like sterling silver or gold, ensuring they are durable and long-lasting. These precious metals are hypoallergenic, making them safe for a baby’s delicate skin.

4. A Symbol of Blessings: Jewellery has long been a symbol of blessings and good wishes. By gifting a personalized bangle or bracelet, you're bestowing your blessings upon the child, hoping for their health, happiness, and prosperity.

Choosing the Perfect Personalized Baby Bangle or Bracelet

When selecting a personalized baby bangle or bracelet, consider the following factors to ensure you choose the perfect gift:

1. Material: Opt for materials that are gentle on a baby’s skin. Sterling silver and gold are popular choices due to their hypoallergenic properties and timeless appeal. Silver bangles often symbolize purity and new beginnings, making them especially fitting for a christening.

2. Size and Adjustability: Babies grow quickly, so it's important to choose a bangle or bracelet that can be adjusted to fit as they grow. Many baby bangles come with an adjustable clasp or a design that can expand, ensuring the child can wear the jewellery for several years.

3. Personalization Options: Decide on how you want to personalize the bangle or bracelet. Common options include engraving the baby’s name, initials, birth date, or the date of the christening. Some jewellers also offer the option to add small charms or birthstones for an extra touch of personalization.

4. Design: Choose a design that is both beautiful and suitable for a baby. Simple and elegant designs are often the best, avoiding anything too bulky or intricate that might be uncomfortable for a baby to wear. Classic designs with a smooth finish are ideal, ensuring they are safe and comfortable.

5. Presentation: Consider the presentation of the gift. Many personalized baby bangles and bracelets come in beautiful gift boxes or pouches, adding an extra touch of elegance. You might also want to include a heartfelt note or a christening card to accompany the gift.

Where to Buy Personalized Baby Bangles and Bracelets

Finding the perfect personalized baby bangle or bracelet is easier than ever with many online and high street jewellers offering a wide range of options. Here are a few tips on where to look:

1. Online Jewellers: Websites like Etsy, Not On The High Street, and specialized jewellers offer a vast selection of customizable baby bangles and bracelets. These platforms allow you to browse various designs and personalization options from the comfort of your home.

2. High Street Jewellers: Local jewellers often carry a selection of baby jewellery and can provide personalized engraving services. Visiting a high street jeweller gives you the advantage of seeing the jewellery in person and ensuring it meets your expectations.

3. Specialised Baby Boutiques: Some boutiques that specialize in baby gifts offer personalized jewellery options. These stores often carry unique designs that are perfect for christenings and other special occasions.

Conclusion

A personalized baby bangle or bracelet is a perfect christening gift that combines thoughtfulness, elegance, and timeless appeal. By choosing a high-quality, customizable piece of jewellery, you’re giving a gift that will be cherished for a lifetime. Whether you opt for sterling silver or gold, a simple design or one adorned with charms, the personal touch you add will make it a truly memorable gift. Celebrate the special day with a gift that symbolizes your blessings and best wishes for the child's future.

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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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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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MTV Video Music Awards | September 11, 2024

Monse Fall/Winter 2024 custom

For Future Reference Vintage 'Omega Chain' - no longer available

Rainbow K Jewelry ‘Diamond Horn Earring’ - € 7215.00 Ali Weiss Jewelry ‘Baby Pave Hoop With 2 Diamond Drop’ - $375.00 Grown Brilliance ‘Emerald and Heart Lab Grown Diamond Two Stone Stud Earrings’ - $1,895.00

Lizzie Mandler Jewelry ‘Pave Knife Edge Bracelet’ - $13,665.00 Mateo New York ‘Carabiner Bracelet’ - $300.00 Mateo New York ‘Lock Link Bracelet’ - $350.00 Rainbow K Jewelry ‘Diamond Horn Bangle’ - €18,575.00

Ali Weiss Jewelry ‘Thin Gold Band With 5 Diamonds’ - $650.00 Jade Ruzzo ‘Tennessee Drop Ring in Demantoid Garnet’ - $5,600.00 Retrouvai ‘Platinum Magna Ring’ - price upon request Grown Brilliance‘Marquise Lab Grown Diamond Eternity Band’ - $2,190.00

A brief moment of pride for me because I happened to predict a different look from this exact same collection for the MTV VMAs. I'll take the win! Taylor changed partway through the show, shedding her tartan Dior look for a party look that was easier for her to dance in but still retained a high shine award show appeal. While Taylor's look is obviously custom, the tapestry alien print and buckle detail are clear riffs from the Monse FW2024 runway. This was a fun and flirty mid-show change that reminded me of her strategy at the 2022 MTV EMAs. Though for that award show, there was a clearer throughline between both her looks as they were by the same designer - David Koma. Here, there isn't as obvious a connect between the two aesthetics. Although perhaps it's the notion of translating older notions of art into surreal, modern takes. With Dior, an ode to the secret messages Mary Queen of Scots embroidered in her clothes and with this Monse look, reimagining the antique tapestry to feature futuristic visions of alien invasion. Which feels very "Down Bad" in imagery.

For her second look of the evening, Taylor swapped out her singular pair of Lorraine Schwartz earrings (a go-to jeweler for her red carpet looks) and tapped into one of her style pillars: indie designers.

The mix of metals feels very Taylor - she often swaps between gold and silver and looks equally great in both, lucky her. Though I did most appreciate the silver tying in to the buckle detail on her Monse dress.

Of all her jewels, the piece that most caught my eye is Jade Ruzzo's ‘Tennessee’ ring. I spoke to the designer and she described the Tennessee as her “signature” collection, inspired by her late father who was a drummer. “I designed the Tennessee ring, the first piece from the collection, while in Tennessee,” she told me. “Tennessee has a heart and soul that I felt I could literally hear a beat to - it felt like it moved.” Jade translated the kinetic energy she felt in the city into a hand bezel ring with hanging gemstones that create a subtle movement - “as if [the stones] are dancing on each piece.” She added, “I wanted the movement to be subtle enough that it felt Iike soft steady music throughout the day.“ What an appropriate thing for Taylor, who calls Tennessee her home, to wear.

Photo by John Shearer via Getty Images

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HONEYS IT GIRL MAGAZINE march edition⋆.ೃ࿔*:･🎀

welcome back to honeys it girl magazine, this is the march catalog. get ready for the inside scoop on data that i've collected, things i've learned/started doing, and just general info like that organized in kind of a teen-magazine inspired fashion. a magazine for it girls ✨ and now please enjoy, the it girl magazine.

MUST HAVE FASHION ITEMS ;

for march/spring fashion in general its so fun to dress like a winx doll or a fairy. i feel magical in flowy material that shimmers, adorable mini skirts and accessories like gold bangles and waist chains.

when im going shopping, im mainly buying clothes for hot girl summer bcuz im just so excited and can't wait. plus i wanna be prepared yk? some patterns that i've noticed in my shopping patterns are that im buying lots of camisoles and sleeveless shirts.

also i've been looking for cute shorts and low waisted jeans. im looking for cute things to embroider onto the jeans and shorts to personalize them and make them feel more "summery".

something that i started was a FASHION BINDER. i followed @prissygrlsorority's idea for a fashion binder and started my own and so far im having SUCH an amazing time. i want to take time and perfect my binder but so far its going well ✨

spring traditionally has LOTS of pastel colors so formulate a color scheme based on pastel colors that look good on you. some rly good examples for color scheme this spring include

something to note for spring fashion specifically is to not look for colors that are specifically dark or bland, the idea behind spring fashion is giving fresh flowerbed, something REFRESHING.

FOR THE BLOG ;

i've been working this month on a larger project that i think you guys would really enjoy and find useful. it'll be released on the first of march and i'll announce it exactly a week before.

additionally during the month of march i expanded my blog by setting up a membership system and facilitating a way for u guys to tip my work and support my blog. i've also offered my services if u might want them.

for the month of april u can expect a variety of content but i wanted to get input from you guys on what you'd like to see the most so i'll be releasing a poll for april content later today.

HOT GIRL SUMMER PREP ;

look, ik its only march but hot girl summer is right around the corner so here are some ways that you can prepare yourself for the summer, so that you can be your most glowy, confident, and radiant self ✨

you can moisturize ur skin with the most sweet smelling and extravagant body butters and creams, but if ur skin is dull and dead you won't get that GLOW that u so desperately seek

for this i recommend juicing (i'll get more into health in the wellness girlies section) and start dry brushing to promote blood circulation and remove dead skin cells from ur body, leaving ur skin feeling baby smooth. also i recommend using a body scrub 2-3x a week depending on the sensitivity of your skin.

if u liked this hot girl summer prep section u can continue reading right one of my recent posts where i went more in depth about how u can prepare for ur hot girl summer.

OH HOW I ADORE BEING A WOMAN ;

this months catalog was in collaboration with @pastel-charm-14 and this section of the magazine was written by her ✨🫶🏽

march brings more than just the promise of spring, it's also a time to celebrate the amazing women who've shaped history. as women's history month rolls around, we can't help but reflect on what it means to be a part of this incredible legacy.

think about those bold suffragettes who fought tooth and nail for our right to vote. they weren't just distant figures in history books; they were real women with fire in their hearts and determination in their eyes. and what about the everyday heroes—the moms, sisters, and friends who quietly make the world a better place?

they might not be famous, but they have such an incredible impact. so here's to us—here's to the laughs, the tears, and everything in between. here's to celebrating our history, our struggles, and our triumphs—because they're what make us who we are.

cheers to being women, and cheers to the journey ahead. being a woman isn't always easy, but i know wouldn't have it any other way.

FOR THE WELLNESS GIRLIES ;

something that has come to my attention is that i drink a lot of fluids early in the morning. i've known that it was good to drink fluids in the morning, specifically water, but i wanted to have an in depth explanation of why it was good. so i googled it ofc.

ur body is dehydrated while u sleep so when u drink water first thing in the morning it helps ur body to recover from the temporary dehydration.

your body absorbs fluids faster in the morning on an empty stomach. so my routine has been, once i wake up to have an 8 oz cup of water, but water isnt the only thing that i drink in the morning.

bcuz fluids are so quickly and efficiently absorbed in ur body in the morning, you can drink other healthy drinks and reap the benefits. some things that i drink in the morning are ;

chlorophyll - this makes me feel so clean, it boosts red blood cells production and helps with glowy skin and weight loss. plus after i drink it i feel so clean, like a fresh out of the shower feeling

ginger shots - these are pretty lethal but they r so good for you. ginger shots are rly good for digestion issues and bloating, and it also boosts ur immunity which is always good

kombuchas - this one i dont drink on an empty stomach, but drinking kombucha in the morning though rly helps with bloating and reduces inflammation, leaving me looking snatched

FUN QUIZZES, VIDEO ESSAYS, RECIPES AND GAMES ;

what kind of flirt are you? - seventeen magazine

whats ur girl power anthem? - seventeen magazine

what kind of dessert are you? - queendom

FOOD FOR THOUGHT ;

this is the video that im going to be thinking about in order to write this section and here's what i thought about it.

ok so the conflict is unique but personally if i was the husband i wouldn't be mad bcuz its not like the wife was IN the bed with the brother in law 😭 she just said that he could use it cuz he was so sleepy. i think that what she did was nice and the husband could've communicated that he was uncomfortable in a better way then to get angry. but in that same breath the wife knows how strongly her husband feels about things like this so maybe she could've been more considerate. like bring out a pillow and some blankets for the brother in law and let him rest on the couch or whatever 💀.

if u thought differently or if u wanna elaborate on that and have more of a discussion feel free to share ur own opinions and thoughts in the comment section.

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Trunk or Treat with The Yandere Student Council Pt. I

Based Off the OCs in this Post

“Alright everyone let’s start talking about ideas!” 

“Uhm do you mean ideas for what to do with Halloween coming?”

“Oh no darling, we always do a Trunk or Treat kind of thing.”

“We are talking about our costumes.”

As bizarre as it sounds the college’s students look forward to the costumes of the student council

Allowed to enjoy whatever festivity that comes with their choice

For reference they share that last year they had a ‘kiss–in–the–coffin’ booth for their shared vampire costumes

“J-j-just so you know the kisses were on the cheek only!”

“I didn’t ask but okay.”

It set the precedent for this year to be just amazing if not better

“Since we have you now (Y/n) we should have something special that welcomes you in!”

“I-i-i-i think that’s a great idea.”

“I’m all for it too!”

Despite your protests, in fear of being singled out by their fans your haters they forge on

“They won’t be bothering you. Not on my watch.”

“You say that but–”

“Seriously (Y/n) believe us! We’ll make sure there won’t be any problems.”

“And if there are we will kill them.”

“What?!”

“Joking. Joking.”

They’re not

Anyway it was decided on that the council will be Ghostly Royalty

Which makes costumes really easy or so you thought 

According to Min, quite a large part of the budget went into your costumes

“Pick your jaw up (Y/n)! This is the best part! You don’t think we get this big of a budget without showing off, do you?”

“Still…it feels a bit overkill…especially when I don’t have a fan base at all.”

“Ohhh that’s what you think–ow!” 

“Roman, always such an optimistic chatterbox. Always saying things that are not true.”

Lucoa takes the role of the king naturally

Spencer is forcefully given the role of the queen

Min takes the role of the dungeon master, despite his meek character

Roman takes the role of an advisor

Gil as a duke

June as a duchess

“Wait so what am I?”

“Our dragon.”

“What?!”

“We wanted to put a spin on the old system!”

“But that isn’t really accurate…nor does it really fit the ghost royalty theme.”

“.....”

“....”

“So? We’re doing fantasy ghosts then.”

In your opinion, it's just an excuse to make your costume as ridiculous as they please

“This is an early draft of your costume.”

“What!? Wait where are the actual clothes? I’m just seeing gold necklaces and bangles.”

“...That was the idea.”

“I’m not wearing that if there aren’t actual clothes underneath there.”

“...But it will ruin the integrity of the design and disrupt the choreography and–”

“Then hide it under the gold! I’m not going to be half-naked for the entire school.”

“...I will consult the President.”

You owed him a favor after that

Saying you agreed to this as an honorary member

But when you’re not having to fight Gill on your costume designs

You are helping the others

“June…this is just a dress.”

“Right, it’s a perfect occasion to wear it. And don’t my hips feel and look great.”

Adjusting the golden belt meant to hang off his waist you try to ignore how his poses requires that he touch you in some way shape or form

“Well yeah but don’t you feel like your fans would want you in something else?”

“Oh baby! You don’t have to worry, they love this sort of thing.”

And helping with their research

“Roman I know you never seem to run out of ideas to hang out but why a medieval diner?”

“It's for research! By the way, how do you like the food? I made sure the critiques were as positive as they could get.”

“Roman.”

“Yes?”

“Why did that waitress, compliment our relationship?”

“OMG they brought another plate of bread and for free? So cool.”

“Roman!”

Or helping organize their booths

“So Spencer what are you going for?”

“A kind of dunk tank except it drops on me.”

“Oh okay….this says that you’re not actually using water but…oil?”

“Yeah Lucoa suggested I show off my scars and muscles.”

“Wait you have those?”

“Hahaha very funny but seriously give me your opinion.”

“Oh wow….yeah, I think they’ll like it…no they’ll love it.”

“Oh really? Well, thanks!”

As if he didn’t already know

But eventually as the date comes closer it comes time to focus on your booth

But it seems that as an honorary member you don’t get to have much control over your own booth

Or any decision involving your event

“Hey Min what are you building over there?”

“Oh this is the art for your exhibit. Lucoa put me in charge of matching the gold from your costume to the setting around there.”

“Aw thanks can I help?”

“N-n-no!”

“Oh.”

“S-s-s-sorry the President gave us explicit instructions not to include you in the making of it. I’m r-r-r-r-really so sorry!”

“It’s fine Min, don’t worry about it.”

It’s just so apparent how little you would be included in your own activity no one really bothered to hide that fact from you

“Hey Gill this meeting on your calendar, I don’t remember getting your usual reminder for it.”

“That is because you are not invited to it.”

“Don’t be sad (Y/n)~Afterwards we can just come visit you after.”

“No no that’s okay I’ll just take the day off then. Catch up on homework.”

“Aw~ Don’t be like that we’ll come over to your house after.”

“No I’m not sad. I’m going to be happily doing my homework alone!”

“Putting that on our private calendar: Going to (Y/n)’s house an hour after the meeting.”

At the end of the day you’re just as surprised when the event begins and they shove you in the room under the stage with nothing but a warning not to move from the chair you’re in:

Part 2

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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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Whispers of the Heart Dracule Mihawk x Fm Maid! Reader (Part 6)

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Chapter 6. I have decided to drop: THE LORE CHAPTER!!!!

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---------------------Chapter 6: Broken memories-----------------------

"Why are you the way that you are?"

As the first rays of the afternoon light filtered through the curtains, you stirred awake, feeling the warmth of Mihawk's embrace enveloping you like a cocoon. You shifted slightly, intending to slip out of his arms and begin your day, but found yourself unable to move. His hold on you was firm yet gentle, anchoring you to him in a way you hadn't expected.

Admiring his peaceful expression, you couldn't help but marvel at the man beside you. Despite his intimidating presence and the reputation that preceded him, there was a vulnerability to him that drew you in. You reached out tentatively, your fingers tracing the contours of his whiskered jawline before playfully poking his cheek.

Mihawk stirred at your touch, his eyes fluttering open as he slowly emerged from sleep. He blinked groggily, his gaze focusing on you with a mixture of surprise and warmth.

"[Name]?" he murmured, his voice husky with sleep.

You smiled, your heart fluttering at the sight of him. "Good morning, Mihawk."

Before he could respond, the door to the room burst open with a resounding bang, startling you both. A young Perona stood in the doorway, her face flushed with excitement.

"Master Mihawk, there's a messenger at the gate. He says it's urgent," she announced breathlessly.

Mihawk's expression shifted to one of mild annoyance, but he nodded. "I'll be there shortly," he replied, his voice carrying an edge of authority that left no room for argument.

As the ghost princess scurried away giggling, Mihawk turned back to you, his gaze softening. "I apologize for the interruption," he said, his fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face. "It seems peace is a rare commodity here."

You laughed, his comedy was something to behold. "It's alright. I should probably get up and start my chores anyway."

Mihawk's grip tightened slightly, his eyes locking onto yours. "Stay a moment longer," he urged softly. "Let's enjoy the calm before the storm."

You settled back into his embrace, your head resting against his chest. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat was soothing, and you found yourself relaxing despite the impending day. For a few precious moments, the world outside ceased to exist, and it was just the two of you in a bubble of tranquility.

As you lay there, you couldn't help but reflect on how much had changed since you first arrived at Mihawk's castle. The fear and uncertainty had given way to a deeper understanding and connection. Despite the challenges, you had found a place by his side, and it was a comfort you cherished.

Eventually, Mihawk sighed, the sound vibrating through his chest. "I suppose we can't stay here forever," he murmured, reluctantly loosening his hold on you.

You nodded, sitting up and stretching. "Duty calls," you said with a small smile. You strattled his hips momentaruly before stretching and hopping off his form to slide off the bed. You fussed with your hair and began to place the bangles and necklaces you stripped for cuddle purposes back on.

Mihawk's eyes lingered on you for a moment longer before he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. "If you need anything, don't hesitate to ask," he said, his tone serious.

You nodded, feeling a warmth spread through your chest at his concern. "I will. Thank you, Mihawk." You slipped on your gold colored house slippers and called to Perona if she would like some cookies and he watched your figure leave out the door.

As he left to attend to the messenger, you couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation for the day ahead. Despite the closseness, you knew that you weren't letting him inside. And that made all the difference.

You loved to swim in Mihawks thoughts but you didn't even give him a life preserver for yours. He knew that you were going through a storm most days. Not a depression but rather you were lost at sea.

Only the sea was inside your mind and he desperately wanted to save you.

Mihawk could only wish to know what you were dreaming of.

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The Meeting of Shanks, Buggy, and [Name]

"Where do you come from?"

The island of [Name]'s birth lay deep in the Grand Line, a secret place of mystery and danger, where the waves themselves seemed to whisper secrets. It was from this rugged, unyielding land that she hailed, her spirit as wild and untamed as the sea itself. [Name] had grown up amid tales of legendary pirates, dreaming of adventure and the world beyond her island home.

Her chance came when she encountered the crew of the Pirate King, Gol D. Roger, two years before his death. A young girl with a heart full of dreams, she sought apprenticeship under Roger, determined to carve out her own adventure on the high seas.

It was on this fateful ship that she met Shanks and Buggy, two young apprentices with their own ambitions and quirks. Shanks, with his easygoing nature and infectious laughter, welcomed her with open arms, immediately adopting her as a sister. He loved teasing her, finding endless amusement in her reactions. His playful banter and protective nature made her feel at home amidst the chaos of pirate life.

Buggy, on the other hand, was an enigma. His sharp wit and penchant for theatrics often set him apart, but [Name] saw through his bravado. She refused to accept his asshole antics, calling him out whenever he crossed the line. This unexpected defiance intrigued Buggy, and he found himself drawn to her unyielding spirit. Around [Name], Buggy could drop his guard and be his true self, forging a bond that neither of them had anticipated.

Together, the three of them formed an unbreakable trio, their adventures on the high seas becoming the stuff of legends.

Their first memorable adventure together occurred on a mysterious island known for its treacherous terrain and hidden treasures. The island's dense jungle and labyrinthine caves promised both danger and reward, and the trio eagerly set out to explore.

Shanks led the way, his laughter echoing through the trees as he cracked jokes and teased [Name] about her cautious nature. Buggy, ever the showman, swung his cutlass dramatically at the overgrown foliage, declaring himself the greatest explorer in the world. [Name], with a mix of exasperation and fondness, kept them both in line, her keen senses alert for any signs of trouble.

Deep within the jungle, they stumbled upon a hidden waterfall, its sparkling waters cascading into a crystal-clear pool. It was a moment of serene beauty amidst the wildness, and they took a break to enjoy the sight. Shanks, ever the prankster, splashed water at Buggy, sparking a playful water fight that left them all laughing and soaked.

As the sun set, they discovered a hidden cave behind the waterfall, filled with ancient carvings and glittering gems. It was a treasure trove that spoke of forgotten civilizations and long-lost tales. Together, they marveled at their find, carving their names in full to cement their bond in the ancient stone.

Another memorable escapade saw them caught in a fierce storm at sea. The small ship was tossed about like a toy, the crew struggling to keep it afloat. Amidst the chaos, [Name] worked alongside Shanks and Buggy, grabbing the wheel and keeping them on a straight path.

Shanks, always the optimist, kept spirits high with his infectious laughter, even as the waves crashed over the deck. Buggy, despite his usual theatrics, showed a steely determination, his quick thinking helping to navigate the treacherous waters. [Name], with her calm and steady presence, kept them focused, her knowledge of the sea guiding their efforts.

As the storm finally subsided, the crew emerged battered but triumphant. The three of them stood together at the bow, watching the dawn break over the horizon, their friendship forged in the crucible of the storm.

In a bustling market town, their bond was tested in more lighthearted ways. Shanks, ever the mischief-maker, convinced [Name] to join him in a prank on Buggy. They switched Buggy's beloved tricorn hat with a flamboyant, feathered monstrosity, waiting eagerly for his reaction.

When Buggy discovered the switch, his indignant squawks of outrage drew a crowd, but his eyes held a glint of amusement. [Name] and Shanks couldn't contain their laughter, and soon enough, Buggy joined in, the trio's laughter echoing through the market.

Their antics didn't go unnoticed, and they found themselves fleeing from an irate vendor whose prized cabbages had become collateral damage in their escapade. Dodging through the narrow streets, they finally collapsed in a hidden alley, breathless and laughing, their youth more prominent than ever.

Through all their adventures, [Name] found a family in Shanks and Buggy. They were her brothers, her companions, her partners in mischief and bravery. Together, they navigated the tumultuous seas of the Grand Line, their friendship an anchor in the ever-changing tides of their journey.

[A broken vow and families destroyed]

Gold Roger was not just a captain; he was a mentor, a father figure, and a source of unending support for [Name]. From the moment she joined the crew, he took her under his wing, recognizing a spark of potential within her. Despite the rough exterior of the pirate life, Roger's kindness and wisdom shone through in his treatment of [Name]. He spoiled her with treasures and stories, but more importantly, he taught her the values of hard work and compassion.

Under his guidance, [Name] learned the intricacies of navigation, the art of swordsmanship, and the importance of leading with both strength and kindness. Roger's philosophy was simple: a true captain is not just a leader but a protector and a beacon of hope for their crew. He made sure [Name] understood this, pushing her to be the best version of herself.

During one of their many celebrations on board, [Name] found herself sitting beside Roger, her heart full of gratitude and admiration for the man who had become her surrogate father. Shanks and Buggy, as usual, were in the midst of a heated but playful argument, this time about which pole was colder. Their bickering filled the air with laughter, and Roger joined in, his deep chuckles resonating like thunder.

"[Name]," Roger called her softly, his eyes twinkling with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, "what do you want more than anything?"

[Name] hesitated for a moment before leaning in to whisper her deepest desire into his ear. Roger nodded thoughtfully, a knowing smile spreading across his face. Without another word, he slipped away from the festivities, motioning for her to follow.

He led her through the ship and down to the docks where they boarded a smaller vessel. Their destination was a nearby island, a place known to only a few. As they approached, [Name]'s heart pounded with anticipation. They were greeted warmly by Portgas D. Rouge, who welcomed them into her home with open arms.

Rouge's eyes sparkled with joy as she showed [Name] her pregnant belly, the rounded form a symbol of new life and hope. [Name]'s eyes widened with excitement, and she couldn't help but ask, "When will the baby be born? Will they join the crew?"

Roger and Rouge laughed softly, sharing a look of mutual understanding. "Fate might have other plans for this little one," Rouge said gently.

Roger coughed softly, excusing himself to get some water, leaving [Name] alone with Rouge. "Would you like to feel the baby?" Rouge asked, her voice warm and inviting.

[Name] nodded eagerly. With Rouge's guidance, she placed her hands on the swollen belly, feeling the subtle movements within. It was a moment of pure wonder, and when Rouge urged her to listen with her ear, [Name] pressed her head gently against the belly, hearing the faint, rhythmic heartbeat of the unborn child.

When Roger returned, he smiled at the sight before him. "If you want a family," he said, his voice filled with sincerity, "then you have one with us, no matter where your journey takes you."

They embraced, a moment of shared warmth and connection that [Name] would treasure forever. As they pulled away, the distant calls of Shanks and Buggy echoed through the night, searching for their missing friend.

"I should go," [Name] said reluctantly, feeling the pull of her crewmates. "But I promise, I'll always take care of the baby."

Roger and Rouge nodded, their eyes filled with pride and affection as [Name] left to rejoin her brothers in adventure. The promise she made that night would stay with her always, a silent vow to protect and cherish the family she had found on the high seas.

[The day the music died.]

The day of Gol D. Roger's execution dawned bleak and somber. A thick crowd gathered, murmuring and jostling, as the Pirate King was led to the scaffold. Shanks and Buggy stood shoulder to shoulder, their eyes red with unshed tears. [Name] was close by, her hands trembling at her sides as she watched the man who had been a father to her take his final steps.

As the executioner’s blade fell, the reality crashed down on them. Shanks and Buggy were openly weeping, their sobs mingling with the shocked gasps and murmurs of the crowd. [Name], unable to contain her grief, placed her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream that threatened to shatter her very soul.

Her muffled cries continued until Buggy, his own face a mask of pain, wrapped his arms around her. Shanks, trying to stay strong, reached out to steady them both as they all sank to their knees, overcome by loss.

In the chaos that followed Roger's last words and the ensuing scramble for his treasure, [Name] felt a fierce resolve build within her. Pushing herself to her feet, she made her way towards the Marines, her eyes burning with determination.

She pushed her way through the crowd and stood at the executioners block, eyes unforgiving and enflammed.

"We want his body," she demanded, her voice cracking but strong. "We deserve to bury him properly!"

The Marines, caught off guard by her boldness, tried to push her away. "Move along," one of them barked. "Or you'll be arrested for obstructing justice."

Buggy, still reeling from grief, stepped forward, fists clenched and ready to fight. But before he could act, Shanks intervened, raising a hand to calm his friend. "Wait," Shanks said, his tone steady and conciliatory. "Let's talk about this."

As the tension mounted, [Name] caught the eye of Vice Admiral Garp, who was watching the scene unfold with a stoic expression. For a moment, his gaze softened, acknowledging her pain and determination.

"Let them go," Garp finally said, his voice carrying authority. "This isn't the time or place."

Reluctantly, the Marines stepped back, allowing the trio to retreat. They made their way to a secluded alleyway, away from the prying eyes and the frenzy of treasure seekers. [Name]'s mind raced, filled with images of Portgas D. Rouge and the unborn baby. She knew she had to leave, to be with them before the baby’s arrival, but the thought of abandoning Shanks and Buggy tore at her heart.

In the quiet of the alley, the argument that had been simmering between Shanks and Buggy boiled over. "We need to form our own crew," Buggy insisted, his voice desperate and angry. "Shanks, you should lead us."

Shanks shook his head, his expression resolute. "That's not what my destiny is. We need to find our own paths."

Their words became heated, their grief and confusion fueling the fire. Buggy turned to [Name], his eyes pleading and furious. "Who are you going with, [Name]? Me or Shanks?"

She looked between them, her heart breaking. She knew they needed to stay together, that their bond was stronger than this moment of despair. But she also knew where she was needed most.

"I'm going home," she said softly, tears streaming down her face. "I can't tell you. But this isn't goodbye. I'll see you both later."

Buggy's face twisted in anger and hurt. "Betrayal!" he spat. "Just like that, you're leaving us?"

Shanks, though pained, gave her a nod of understanding. "You do what you need to do, [Name]. You always have a place with me."

With a final, anguished look at her two brothers, [Name] turned and walked away. Her heart ached, but she knew her path was clear. She needed to find a boat and reach Rouge before the baby's birth.

As you left the alleyway, the sounds of Shanks and Buggy's argument faded, replaced by the relentless roar of the sea and the promise of a new life waiting just beyond the horizon.

Time skip.....

Later that day, [Name] found Portgas D. Rouge by the shore of Baterilla, her eyes fixed on the distant horizon. Upon seeing each other, the weight of their shared grief became too much to bear. Tears streamed down their faces as [Name] collapsed into Rouge's arms. They held each other tightly, sobbing together as [Name] tried to convey the harrowing events of the day.

"Everything will be okay," Rouge whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. "But we must go into hiding now. We can't let anyone know about the baby. The Marines will kill us if they find out."

In a daring act, [Name] stole Roger's body from the Marines that night, earning herself a high bounty.

From that moment on, [Name] dedicated herself to protecting Rouge. For the next two years, she became Rouge's personal guard, helping her evade the ever-watchful eyes of the Marines. They lived a life of constant vigilance, moving from place to place, hiding Rouge's pregnancy from the world.

As the months passed, the strain on Rouge became more evident. The pain grew, and it became harder for her to conceal her condition.

One evening, as they sat together in a small, dimly lit room, [Name] gently encouraged Rouge to leave with her to the secret island in the Grand Line where she had been born. "No one will find us there," she promised. "We can be safe, and you can have the baby in peace."

Rouge nodded, her eyes filled with determination. She had held her pregnancy for twenty months through sheer willpower, deceiving the world about Ace's connection to Gol D. Roger. The strain was immense, but she endured it for the sake of her child.

When the time finally came, [Name] was by Rouge's side, holding her hand as she gave birth. Rouge named the child "Gol D. Ace," cradling him in her arms with a smile of pure love and exhaustion. But the effort of holding Ace for so long took its toll, and Rouge's strength began to wane.

As Rouge's life ebbed away, [Name] placed the baby in a handmade cradle and called for the midwives. She rushed to get them, her heart pounding with fear and hope. When she returned, she found Vice-Admiral Garp standing by Rouge's side, his expression soft with sorrow.

"Take care of him," Rouge whispered to Garp, her voice barely audible.

"Please, take care of Ace."

Garp nodded solemnly, holding Rouge's hand in her final moments. Despite being Roger's enemy, he respected Rouge's sacrifice and love for her child. He agreed to take care of Ace without reporting his bloodline to the Marines.

Before [Name] could react, Garp took the baby and left quickly. She returned to find Rouge lifeless, her final wish fulfilled. The midwives tried to console [Name], but she broke away from them, screaming that the child had been stolen. She crumbled to the ground, her heart shattered by the loss of both Roger and Rouge, and now Ace.

With fierce determination, [Name] vowed to find Ace and fulfill her promise to Rouge.

She helped prepare Rouge's body for burial, ensuring she would rest beside Gol D. Roger. Then, she buried them together on her secret island, where they could finally be at peace.

Standing by their graves, [Name] made a solemn promise. "I will find Ace and raise him to be a good person. I will bring Buggy and Shanks together again. Thank you for your kindness. I promise, I will make my dream come true in this lifetime."

With that, she set sail, determined to find her own crew and reunite with Ace. The journey ahead was uncertain, but her resolve was unwavering. She would honor the memory of Gol D. Roger and Portgas D. Rouge by protecting their legacy and fulfilling her own destiny.

The years that follow----

After stealing the Pirate King’s body, your fame skyrocketed throughout the known world. The tale of your daring heist spread like wildfire, making you a target for both the Marines and rival pirates. Despite the constant danger, your village agreed to keep your secret as long as you didn't return with any outsiders. Before you left, they gifted you the machetes your mother had left for you in her will, weapons of exquisite craftsmanship that held both sentimental and practical value.

“Take these,” the village elder said, placing the sheathed machetes in your hands. “Your mother wanted you to have them. We will look after your house and keep your secret. Stay safe.”

Bidding them goodbye, you embarked on your journey, the weight of loneliness pressing down on you during that first year. Constantly on the run, you evaded capture while feeling the sting of isolation. News of Shanks growing into a respected captain and a good man reached your ears, filling you with a bittersweet pride. Conversely, stories of Buggy’s descent into villainy and the destruction he wrought on towns left you disheartened.

In response to Buggy’s actions, you visited the towns he had ravaged, bringing aid and comfort to the villagers. Each act of kindness strengthened your resolve to reunite Shanks and Buggy, hoping to mend their fractured bond.

After months of planning, you managed to pull some strings, orchestrating a meeting on a remote island under the guise of a peaceful conversation. As they arrived, it didn’t take long for Shanks and Buggy to realize they had been tricked.

“Why did you call us here?” Buggy snapped, eyes narrowing in suspicion.

Before you could answer, Buggy turned to leave. Quickly, you transformed your demeanor into that of a fearsome monster, roaring and charging at them. Shanks and Buggy, caught off guard, had no choice but to work together to fend you off and make it to the shore. Ben Beckmann and Alvida kept their ships anchored far enough away to prevent any escape.

Panting and out of breath, Shanks and Buggy finally cornered you on the beach. You dropped the act, revealing your calm demeanor with a mischievous grin.

“So you two get along unless you think I’m going to kill you?” you asked, crossing your arms.

Shanks chuckled, wiping sweat from his brow. “You always had a knack for theatrics, [Name].”

Buggy, still fuming, scowled but didn’t argue. “This better be good,” he muttered.

Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward, your tone softening. “I didn’t bring you here to trick you. I did it because we need to talk. We were a family once, and I refuse to believe that’s gone forever. Shanks, you’ve become a great captain. Buggy, you have your own path, but we need to find common ground.”

The tension hung heavy in the air as you watched Shanks and Buggy stand facing each other, the years of unresolved conflict weighing on their shoulders. Shanks, always the more easygoing of the two, took a step forward, his expression softening.

"Buggy," he began, his voice steady, "we've been through a lot together. We've laughed, fought, and survived things most people can't even imagine. But we need to settle this. We were friends, and I refuse to let that go."

Buggy's facade cracked, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I wanted to be a great pirate captain," he admitted, his voice trembling. "I wanted to be someone like Roger, but I didn't have what you have, Shanks. The charisma, the strength… I just don't have it."

Shanks shook his head, placing a hand on Buggy's shoulder. "Buggy, that's one of the reasons I couldn’t become the new Pirate King either. We each have our strengths and weaknesses. But that doesn't mean you can't be a great captain in your own right. We just have different paths."

The sincerity in Shanks' words seemed to reach Buggy, who took a shaky breath before nodding. "I’m sorry, Shanks. And I’m sorry to you too, [Name]. I was so angry after Roger’s execution. I felt betrayed and lost. But I did look for you after the Marines placed that bounty on your head for stealing Roger’s body."

Shanks nodded in agreement. "We both did. We never stopped searching for you."

Your heart swelled at their words, and you took a step closer to them. "It means a lot to hear that. But I can’t tell you where Roger's body is. It’s a secret I have to keep. But I do need your help, and I need you to swear loyalty to me."

Buggy and Shanks exchanged a glance before turning back to you. "It never stopped," Buggy said earnestly.

Shanks smiled, placing a hand over his heart. "We swear, no tricks. Whatever you need, we’re with you."

You took a deep breath and began recounting the events that had unfolded since your split from them. You told them about finding Rouge, helping her through her pregnancy, and the pain and fear that had shadowed those years. You described the agony of losing the baby and Rouge, and the determination that kept you going.

Shanks and Buggy listened intently, their expressions growing somber with each word. When you finished, they both stepped forward, embracing you tightly.

"We'll find the child," Shanks promised, his voice full of conviction. "We'll make sure Roger's legacy lives on."

Buggy nodded, his usual bravado replaced with genuine resolve. "And we'll do it together, like the old days."

A grin tugged at Shanks’ lips as he glanced at Buggy. "Hey, maybe you’ll even get a chance to show off your ‘great captain’ skills, Buggy. Who knows? You might even impress me."

Buggy rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile on his lips. "Don’t push your luck, Shanks."

The tension eased as Shanks and Buggy stood side by side, their shared history and newfound understanding rekindling the bond that had once seemed irreparably broken.

"Thank you," you said, voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for staying with me."

Shanks grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Of course, [Name]. We’re in this together. And who knows, maybe we’ll find more than just Roger’s legacy out there."

Buggy raised an eyebrow, a rare, genuine smile creeping onto his face. "What are you implying, Shanks?"

"Oh, nothing," Shanks said, chuckling. "Just that there are many adventures ahead, and some of them might be more… personal than others."

Buggy's cheeks reddened slightly, but he didn't retort, a silent understanding passing between the two of them. You smiled at their interaction, sensing that the future held more than just the quest for Roger's child. There were new dynamics, deeper connections, and perhaps even love, waiting to unfold.

For now, though, there were immediate plans to be made and old promises to keep.

"Alright," you said, standing tall. "We need to prepare. Buggy, Shanks, let's gather our resources, plan our next move, and get ready to set sail. We have a lot of ground to cover and a lot of people to find."

Shanks nodded, his playful demeanor giving way to seriousness. "We’ll follow your lead, [Name]. Just say the word."

Buggy agreed, a rare moment of sincerity in his eyes. "Whatever it takes, we’ll do it. For Roger, for Rouge, and for the future."

"And for you."

With that, the three of you set off, determined and united. The journey ahead was uncertain, but with Shanks and Buggy by your side, you felt ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, you would honor Roger's memory and protect the legacy he had left behind.

It was agreed that, to maintain a low profile, Shanks and Buggy would feign animosity in public, while you remained on the move, constantly gathering intel from the Marines and searching for the individual who had taken baby Ace away.

You hit a dead end for a while, until a certain young man with golden eyes flew into your life.

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Check In On Your Friends

(Story Post)

“Hej mine kære venner! Jeg kommer med gaver!”

Theo was lounging in bed when he heard the elf raucously burst into his apartment. He was tired, hungry, irritated, and now bigger than he could’ve imagined. The last thing he needed was noise, but he was a bit surprised to hear Korsy was back from his trip.

“What?” Theo groaned, turning over to try and sit up. His stomach stuck out like a torpedo now and sat between his legs, webbed with stretch marks and red from minor rashes.

Henderson let the elf into the room and Korsy beamed, carrying a shopping bag with him. “I said ‘Hello, my dear friends! I come bearing gifts!’”

“Ah…” Theo yawned and waved Henderson over. “Do I have any snacks left?”

Henderson was already prepared and brought him a plate of crackers and fruit. “I just got some groceries today.”

Theo received the plate delightedly while Henderson sat down beside him. “Merci… Ugh, what would I do without you…”

“Shit, dude. Can you even get up with that much baby?” Korsy commented, unable to fathom his friend’s shape.

“Not really…” Theo shrugged. “I’m officially on bed rest.”

“No kidding.” Korsy put his hands on his hips in bewilderment. “Shouldn’t you be on, like, hospital bed rest?”

Theo sighed. “That’s what the doctor’s office said, but now both my usual doctors are away for whatever reason, and there’s just this one doctor there now, who I’ve heard is a whack job, so I would rather stay home. Non, merci.”

“Ah, Dr Gardi’s not bad. But I see your point.” Korsy lifted his bag. “Anyway, souvenirs for you.”

“No way it’s been two months…” Theo said, checking his side table alarm clock for the date.

“No, we had to come back a little early, but I’m leaving again tomorrow morning,” Korsy said as he started rummaging through his bag. “Anyway, I can’t give you all the details, but I did go ‘home’ and I ‘borrowed’ a few things. Catch.”

Henderson jumped a little when a metal object was tossed to him. He caught it and realised it was a gold bracelet of some kind. “What’s this?”

“Sun elf bangle. Drow probably stole it. So, eh. Yours now.”

Henderson was shocked at first as the moment he slipped the bangle on, it adjusted to the size of his wrist. Worried it might be stuck, he pulled at it, but lit up seeing it resize again and slip off easily. “…Whoa. That’s incredible. Theo, look! It fits me so well!”

“It does,” Theo complimented. “It suits you.”

Henderson beamed. “Thanks, Korsy.”

“Don’t mention it. My uncle’s wife doesn’t need it anyway.” Korsy pulled something else from his bag, but this time handed it nicely to Theo. “For you.”

Korsy had handed him a little figure of an elven soldier carved in walnut with silver details. It carried a bow and looked noble. “That’s sweet, Korsy! Wow,” Theo said, admiring the figure. “Thanks.”

“Also, here.” Korsy handed them each something bundled in paper. “My aunt made these traditional elven buns.”

Theo put the figure down quickly so he could take the buns. “Oh, I can smell it already! I love fresh bread.”

“So, she’s you ‘aunt’ now?” Henderson questioned. “After calling her your uncle’s wife…”

“Different women, same uncle.” Korsy shrugged. “Divorce is weird… Karla’s still my aunt though, even if not by marriage.”

“So, why’d you have to come home early?” Theo asked before biting into his bun.

“That’s classified…” Korsy leaned against the bedroom door and sighed. “You guys should really consider some APID jobs. It’d be so much easier to talk to you about this kind of stuff if you have clearance.”

“Working on it,” Henderson said, and Theo nodded but he couldn’t speak through mouthfuls of bread. “Since you’re back briefly, have you checked in on your little…situationship?”

“It’s not a situationship. We’re just friends,” Korsy said. “And no, I don’t think I should bother him right now. I don’t have a lot of time anyway.”

“You made time for us,” Theo pointed out. “I thought you cared about this guy.”

“I don’t! I mean, I do, like friends,” Korsy tried to answer. “It’s just too complicated. He knows I’m away for two months, so he won’t be missing anything.”

Theo and Henderson both exchanged looks and frowned.

“You have feelings for him,” Henderson said.

Theo nodded along. “You like him.”

Korsy shook his head quickly. “Don’t make this something it’s not. I don’t like him like that. And I know he doesn’t see me that way.”

“Mmhm.” Henderson gave his gift bun to Theo and got up. “Korsy, are you looking for a romantic relationship?”

“No, I don’t do relationships,” Korsy said confidently.

“Why not? Are you aromantic?” Henderson asked.

“Ooh!” Theo got excited. “I’ve never known anyone aromantic before.”

“Guys, I’m not aromantic!” Korsy said. “I just don’t have time for that right now. My job is too important, and it doesn’t have room for settling down and having kids.”

“Aw, you want kids?” Theo cooed.

“That’s not what I’m saying!”

“You’re the one who brought it up,” Henderson pointed out.

“Wait, is this the same guy you had a pregnancy scare with?” Theo asked. “Oh, so that whole thing has you worried about your future and fatherhood and stuff. Je comprends.”

“You don’t comprends shit,” Korsy said.

Theo furrowed his brow and motioned to his heavily pregnant belly. “Je comprends.”

Henderson chuckled and wrapped his arms around Theo’s torso to rub his belly. He continued with Korsy’s dilemma. “Anyway, you say your job doesn’t have room for that, but I feel like you’re giving it too much credit. Does APID not provide time regular time off?”

Korsy sighed. “It does, but—”

“Does it not provide vacation time?” Henderson continued.

“Yes. Obviously.”

“Do you use your vacation time?”

“Um…” Korsy shrugged. “Here and there.”

Theo jumped in. “Does APID provide paternity leave and partner benefits?”

“Yes. It’s the government,” Korsy said. He motioned to them. “We have the same benefits. But I’m away all the time for months, and I am often putting myself in harms way. I don’t need to subject a partner to that.”

“You know there are people who are comfortable with that, right?” Henderson reminded. “You know, military spouses and such.”

“That’s their choice, but it’s not what I would want for a partner,” Korsy said. “I’m not ready to put that on someone.”

“But it sounds like you do want that at some point,” Theo said. “If not now.”

“It’s not something I can want, okay?” Korsy was starting to get worked up. “Can we move on from this? Please, I just wanted to drop off gifts and hang out a little bit.”

Theo sighed. “Okay. Do you want to play some games or something? I just got Baldur’s Gate 3.”

Korsy frowned. “The D&D video game?”

“Yeah. You wanna make a character or something?”

Korsy rolled his eyes. “And be what, a drow elf rogue?”

Henderson shrugged. “You don’t have to be.”

Korsy opened his arms. “You know how I feel about D&D.”

“Ah, right, sorry…” Theo tilted his head. “So… You wanna play Tears of the Kingdom or Mortal Kombat or someth—”

Korsy crossed his arms. “No, let’s play Baldur’s Gate I guess.”

Theo grinned. “Really? You won't be offended?”

Korsy shrugged and found himself a seat on the edge of the bed. “Well, I have to try it out to see how bad the representation is, don't I? And, is that a PS5? I haven't tried one yet.”

“Oh, you definitely have to try it,” Henderson encouraged.

“Yeah, here.” Theo tapped his side table. “My controllers are in the drawer.”

Korsy retrieved a controller. “Alright, nice. So, are drow good or bad?”

“Eh, it depends.”

“Hm. Alright, so how do I make a drow rogue?”

“We said you don't have to be a drow rogue...”

“I want to.”

“D’accord, d’accord…”

[Disclaimer: This author does not know Danish. If you do and this is bad, lemme know! I'd love to fix it. I do know French, but if somehow that's fucked too, lemme know.]