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Thoughtful Personalised Gift Ideas for Your Husband

Finding the perfect gift for your husband can be a challenge, especially if you want something meaningful that shows just how much he means to you. Rather than settling for something generic, why not make it personal?

Personalised gifts are a fantastic way to add a unique touch to everyday items, turning them into lasting keepsakes that he will treasure for years. If you are looking for the ideal present, here are three timeless options to consider — a stylish pen, a classic leather wallet, and an elegant pocket watch.

A personalised pen

A personalised pen is one of those classic gifts that never goes out of style. It is practical, elegant, and something your husband can use every day. A pen engraved with his name, initials, or a special date adds a personal touch that makes it far more than just a writing tool. Every time he uses it, he will be reminded of you and the thoughtful effort behind the gift. 

A personalised leather wallet

Another fantastic gift option is a personalised leather wallet. A wallet is something most men use daily, and a high-quality leather one is both stylish and long-lasting. By adding his initials or a short message inside, you can turn this everyday item into a truly personal and meaningful gift. A personalised leather wallet also ages beautifully, developing a unique patina over time, making it even more special.

A pocket watch

For a touch of vintage charm, consider gifting your husband a personalised pocket watch. Pocket watches have a sense of timeless elegance, and engraving a message or his initials on the watch makes it even more special.

Whether he wears it on special occasions or keeps it as a cherished keepsake, a pocket watch is one of those gifts that exudes class. It is perfect for the man who appreciates tradition and a sense of history, and with a personal engraving, it is bound to become one of his most treasured possessions.

Why personalised gifts?

At the heart of any personalised gift is the thought and effort you put into making it uniquely his. Whether it is a personalised pen, a personalised leather wallet, or a pocket watch, these gifts show that you have gone the extra mile. If you are looking for a one-stop shop to get beautifully engraved gifts, Engraveitnow Ltd offers a wide range of options, making it easy to find something your husband will love.

[balluprojects]

RC and 1st Floor, 2016

@ Associação Contraprova, Lisboa Portugal

Inspired by traditional housing in Lisbon traditional downtown, this matrix was drawn in juice carton, taking advantage of the techniques of engraving on metal plates and the packaging's shape, for it's original design. it's a blend between one of the oldest printing techniques, modern times and an awareness of sustainability in experimentation. Printing tests and recycling excess paper too; some are available for purchase, also in sepia and blue, limited editions! have a good one out there *

[theboredkids]

🌹Allow Yourself to Grow 🌹 - made it for her.

[tiffanysabrinatattoo]

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I have this thot that simon riley is the type of guy to really show his love but not really say it due to his past.

Like every week he replenishes your flower vase. He’ll grab you a magnet when hes on deployment because he knows that's what you love to collect. He’ll drive over an hour to grab your favorite dessert from your favorite restaurant just because you said you were craving it in passing. He saves a seat next to him when you're running late to your weekly pub night with the 141 crew. He's the type of guy who just walks into a bookstore and grabs anything and everything he thinks you would like, and adds a gift card on top of that. When he showers and notices some of your products are halfway gone, he’ll make sure the next time he is out, he will buy some more. You mentioned once that you always wanted a make-up vanity. Next week, there's one built in your room with a little heart and S engraved. You mentioned how you needed to organize your books and start looking at bookshelves to buy. The next day, there are shelves filled with your books. 

When he’s deployed, he sets up a delivery service for food and flowers to make sure you still be taking care of him even if he's away. 

Simon Riley is the type of guy who shows that he loves you more than he actually says it. But you know deep in your heart when you walk in and see the new flowers in the vase, the bag of books, and your favorite dessert in the fridge that is hidden from over 100 magnets he’s gotten for you–that he loves you. 

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[peachsukii]

₊✩‧₊ ⇢ birthday boy katsuki!

『 ♡ 』 bakugo x fem!reader (18+ under the cut!) cw; alcohol consumption/tipsy katsuki note; i know canonically it's his 18th, it's his 22nd here. i know it's a tad long for bullet point style, but what can i say? i love this man. -`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist

✩ you quietly sneak out of bed at 6:30am the morning of katsuki's birthday, trying not to wake him before you get the chance to make him breakfast. he's sound asleep, a soft smile on his lips as his bare chest rises and falls peacefully. you throw on his dynamight hoodie and tip toe to the kitchen.

✩ katsuki had gone to bed earlier than usual last night due to back-to-back patrol shifts, letting you set up a little surprise for him in the living room without him knowing. normally he'd drag you to bed with him, even at 8PM, but he was too exhausted to fight you on it. you'd decorated the living room with a few orange and gold balloons, a small vase of tiger lilies, and a present wrapped in orange paper with a black bow.

✩ he's not much of a sweet breakfast person, so you opt to cook his favorite eggs - soft scrambled with signature hot sauce over rice with some toast and black coffee. you're finishing cutting the scallions for the eggs when you hear katsuki's footsteps approaching from the hallway.

✩ katsuki sleepily stalks up behind you, rubbing his eyes as he wraps his arms around your waist and perches his chin on your shoulder. you turn to kiss his cheek and turn off the heat on the stove. "mornin' baby. wha'cha makin'?" his voice cracks, still in the process of waking up.

✩ "happy birthday, katsuki! made ya breakfast, go sit down." he obliges, squeezing your ass under the hoodie before retreating to the table. you drop the plate and coffee in front of him and sit in the seat next to him. "your favorites - eggs over rice with hot sauce, toast and coffee." he huffs with satisfaction before devouring every single bite off his plate.

✩ once breakfast is finished, you lead katsuki into the living room to open his gift. it's a brand new watch to replace the one he broke months ago - one he's had his eye on since it's release date. all black with gold accents, and on the back, it's engraved with "my number one hero."

✩ katsuki's not much of a party person, so you planned an extravagant dinner with friends instead. later that night, you take him to one of the fanciest places in the city. he's greeted with a table full of friends as a surprise - midoriya, kirishima, todoroki, uraraka, jiro, momo, kaminari, sero, and mina all yell a mish-mash of "happy birthday bakugo/bakubabe/bakubro/kacchan/katsuki!" everyone laughs as katsuki rubs the back of his neck, overwhelmed by the affection.

✩ two hours and plenty of laughs, food and wine later, you and katsuki return home with a handful of gift bags. you can tell he's relieved to be home, but the rose blush creeping up his neck from under his collar gives you a different hint at how he's feeling.

✩ katsuki's unrolling his sleeves and unbuttoning his dress shirt when you approach him, hand on his partially exposed chest. "come lay with me on the couch, i'll give you a massage," is all you need to say for him to follow you silently to the living room. you lay back on the couch, turning on the tv for mindless white noise while he lays face down against your stomach, arms draped around you.

✩ he can't help but groan in ecstasy when your nails scratch against his scalp, fluffing his blonde locks before your hands trail down his neck and to his shoulders. katsuki becomes putty in your hands, melting away any pent up stress in his muscles as you work your fingers through every knot.

✩ "feel good, baby?" you ask. a muffled 'mm' into your abdomen is katsuki's only response after a hefty sigh, his warm breath heating your skin through the fabric of your dress. his fingers lazily trace your sides and down to your thighs while you continue playing with his hair.

✩ you can tell by his mannerisms and the temperature of his skin that he's definitely tipsy, relishing in the toasty glow from the red wine at dinner. the restaurant gave you the remainder of the bottle to take home - enough for half a glass each. caressing his cheek and stroking the underside of his jaw like a cat, he rolls his head to the side to look up at you. "want me to run you a bath, kats? we can finish the wine together, light some candles, maybe some music to wind down for bed." he sits up and shifts to plant a messy kiss to your lips before whispering, "yeah."

✩ grabbing the bottle of wine, you head to the bathroom to set the scene. while the water was running, you'd grabbed a few candles from the closet and your bluetooth speaker, carefully placing them on the counter and leaving the bottle next to the tub. katsuki slinks to the doorway while you're lighting the last candle, ambient music faintly playing throughout the room. he saunters up to you, fingers immediately finding the zipper on your dress and tugging it down. you let the dress slip from your figure and fall to the floor, turning to unbuttoning his shirt and slacks in return.

✩ the two of you settle into the bath together, the sweltering water flushing your skin. katsuki reaches for the wine bottle, bringing it to his lips and letting a stream of liquid run down his chin, dripping down his neck and chest and into the water. without hesitation, you shimmy into his lap, running your tongue through the streams of wine, starting with his chest and ending under his jaw. he bites back the moan bubbling in his throat, the sensation of your tongue making him shiver in anticipation. "that's one way to share it," you purr, shifting to nibble on his earlobe.

✩ he grabs your hips under the water, pulling you flush against him as he dips his head into the crook of your neck, open mouthed kisses lingering over your collarbone and across your cleavage. his voice is low, a little slurred from his intoxicated state, hands roaming from your hips to your back. "you're so fuckin' beautiful, baby."

✩ you cradle his face in your hands, rubies gleaming up at you, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs before pressing your lips onto his, hands slinking around his neck and the water splashing between you as your chests touch. your tongues dance around each other's, the taste of red wine swirling on your taste buds. your hands wander up the back of his neck, playfully scratching at his hairline.

✩ you can feel katsuki stiffening beneath you, his cock tucked snuggly under your slit. you're hands are exploring his chest, submerging them under the water to trace your fingertips down his abs. he stops you, pulling back from your kiss with a pop and a huff. "y'don't...have to. i jus' wanna kiss and hold ya like this."

✩ your chest swells at the hearts in his eyes and how soft his features are under the rosy tint in his cheeks. you smile, pecking him on the nose. "whatever you want, babes. it's your day." you sink against him, laying your head against his chest. you can feel his chest rise and fall with a heavy sigh, cradling you as close as possible, stroking your back absentmindedly.

✩ he lays his head gently lying atop yours, soft snores accompanying the serene music in the room within minutes time. it never fails to make your heart grow three sizes anytime he falls asleep on you - the fact that you make him feel safe enough to doze off with his guard down. faintly, you squeeze his shoulder to wake him up. "let's get you to bed, kats."

✩ out of the bath, cleaned up and ready to pass out, you both flop under the cool covers. katsuki grips your hips and drags your body into his, wrapping his arms around your waist and entangling his legs with your own. his breath tickles your neck as he places multiple kisses to the back of it before settling his head on your shared pillow.

✩ you turn in his hold to face him. "happy birthday, love. i hope it was everything you wished for." katsuki scoffs, leaning forward to leave a long kiss to your plush lips. "'course it was. coulda sat inside all day with ya and it'd be enough."

✩ right after you turn back onto your side, katsuki leans close to the shell of your ear. "thank you, g'night sweets. you can fuck me in the morning." he snickers while laying back on the pillow, moving one of his hands to cup your breast playfully. you know full well it's staying there all night and drift off to sleep with a huff.

✩ the next morning, you stir awake before katsuki does. the sun from the bedroom window illuminates his flawless skin - he looks angelic, blissfully asleep. remembering his words from the night before, you begin to caress his thigh and up to his hip, slinking your hand under the waistband of his boxers. when your fingers gently glide over his shaft, his brows furrow and a grunt rumbles in his chest. his eyes flutter open when your fingers fully wrap around him, your touch featherlight against his sensitive skin. "good mornin' to you, too," he jokes, a hand coming to your jaw to pull you into a kiss with no hesitation.

✩ your grip tightens around his cock while your kiss grows passionate, a gravely moan spilling from katsuki between your lips. "fuck, baby..." he mumbles, breath already shallow from your touch. clothes are soon strewn across the floor and the sheets are a bundled mess while you both ravage one another.

✩ it's not long until your straddling katsuki's hips, sinking down on his dick until your soaked cunt sucks in every inch of him. his pecs and abs display the red scratch marks you've left, along with the pink bite marks on his collarbone. his face twists with pleasure, hands latched onto your hips as you bounce up and down in a steady rhythm. the way you moan coax out his own, his ferocious desire ramping up the volume of his whining the closer he came to release.

✩ katsuki lunges his upper body to meet yours, nipping at your lower lip to pull you down to the bed with him, not letting go of your hips as you increase your tempo. breathless i love yous are exchanged in the midst of your shared high, your hands finding purchase in his blonde locks. you tug on it roughly while he bites your lip again, one final grunt escaping him as you ride through his orgasm. your close to follow, but not before biting and sucking on his neck through his overstimulated cries while he claws at your back in euphoria.

✩ the afterglow is always your favorite part with katsuki, how his beautiful scarlet eyes twinkle with adoration and body fully relaxes. the way he wraps you up, holding you close as he peppers your hair, head, cheeks, nose, lips, neck and collarbone with kisses - it's electrifying. you lie there for a while before speaking up. "ready to go hiking now?" he laughs, wholeheartedly. "no fuckin' way. we're stayin' here until i say so."

⋆ ˚ʚɞ — happy birthday katsuki, you beautiful son of a bitch. my favorite explosive boy deserves to be spoiled & smothered with love. 💖🎀 🎆 tags; @slayfics @maddietries

[jenomi]

a/n: this is entirely self indulgent cuz it's my birthday.. yippee!

"good morning, baby" jeno whispers as your eyes flutter open. you smile at him, oh how you love waking up to this beautiful man. it brings you comfort to have him next to you as you fall asleep knowing he'll be there when you wake up the next day.

"happy birthday" jeno says as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. you had almost forgotten it was your birthday. you could only hum in response and whisper a quick "thank you" before snuggling closer to him. he kisses your head then your lips when you look up at him.

"get up. let's have breakfast" he says throwing off his covers to get out of bed.

you groan, "aren't you supposed to be a doting boyfriend and bring me breakfast in bed?" you tease.

he stands there, hands at his side with a straight face before dropping down on you, with his arms caging you in. you giggle as he leans in so close, you're almost kissing, noses touching. you lean up to give him a kiss, but he pulls back quickly.

"no kisses until you get up" he grabs your arms, sitting you up in bed.

he knows exactly how to get you. you follow jeno into the kitchen with his arm thrown over your shoulder. he kisses the side of your neck under your ear as you round the corner into your kitchen.

it was fully set up with red rose petals thrown across the counter, a beautiful bouquet of flowers in a vase, balloons with your new age, and your favorite breakfast.

you stand there shocked, although you're not sure why. of course jeno would do this for you. he's done more extreme grand gestures for you in other holidays. you turn to look up at jeno and he smiles at you as you throw your arms around his shoulders and tackle him with a hug.

he's giggling shyly as he leads you toward the high table where your favorite breakfast sits. it was still warm, you could tell from the warm plate and steam rising from it.

you sit down to enjoy your breakfast and give jeno bites of your breakfast. when did jeno set this up? and how was the food still warm?

"when did you do this?" you ask. "I did it after you fell asleep last night and made the breakfast this morning as you were starting to stir awake" he says stealing another bite, "you always shuffle your feet when you're about to wake up"

you didn't even know you did that. you always joke with your friends and jeno that he knows you better than you know yourself. as you admire jeno's hard work, you realize he really does.

jeno sets a small box with a ribbon wrapped around it next to your almost empty plate.

"you didn't have to" you say touching the box delicately. "yes i did" he says pushing your plate of food away after eating the last bite for you. you always leave the last bite.

you open the box to a dainty little necklace with a lock charm. you look closer to see that it has your initial and his engraved on it with a heart in between. you look up to see jeno nervously looking at you. he wasn't sure if you'd like it, but it was a silly worry. you love everything he gives you, even if it's a sticky note with a silly drawing he drew.

"i love it" you reassure him and give him a hug. you shower his face with kisses until you're both a giggling mess.

"look" he says as he reaches into the hem of his shirt to reveal the same lock around his neck on a different, more masculine chain. you beam brightly at him before quickly putting on your own necklace.

"i'll never take it off" you say as you adjust it around your neck, "thank you"

jeno's eyes crease before he says, "of course. anything for the birthday girl. my birthday girl"

[niteshade925]

April 13, Xi'an, China, Shaanxi Archaeology Museum/陕西考古博物馆 (Part 4 - Sui and Tang dynasties):

This is another star of the museum, a Tang dynasty (618 - 907 AD) bronze mirror, the back of which is decorated with carved luodian/螺钿 (mother of pearl). Near the edge are various birds, while the inner ring is arranged in a "sunflower" shape. Kinda wish I can see a modern replica of this one without all these marks and discolorations from the passage of time:

A Tang dynasty yupei/玉佩 (jade pendant). Unlike the Western Zhou dynasty yupei in part 2, this type is most definitely supposed to be hung from the waist. This one in particular was one of a set of two (both worn on waist, one on each side), and these were part of the formal wear of first to fifth rank officials during Tang dynasty:

Luo Wanshun's Epitaph/罗婉顺墓志. As mentioned in the first Beilin museum post, ancient Chinese epitaphs have a two-piece structure, consisting of a tablet and the protective covering on top. This is the protective covering on top, with the large inscription identifying this as the epitaph stone of Luo Wanshun, engraved in seal script/zhuanshu/篆书:

And here's the actual body of the epitaph. This particular epitaph was drafted by one of the "Eight Immortals of the Wine Cup"/饮中八仙, Li Jin/李琎 (he was also the nephew of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang/唐玄宗), and the calligraphy was provided by the famous calligrapher Yan Zhenqing/颜真卿:

Tang-era pottery figurines of the Chinese zodiac animals. This set is sadly incomplete, but the way these zodiac animals are partially anthropomorphized is pretty interesting. From left to right, these are tiger, rabbit, dragon, snake, sheep, and dog (yep that is a dog head, apparently). Not sure why rabbit and dog figurines are missing their ears though, maybe the ears broke off and are lost?

Sui dynasty (581 - 618 AD) green-glazed boshanlu/博山炉 incense burner. Note the panlong/蟠龙 dragon curled around the base:

Left: Sui dynasty white-glazed ewer with a chicken head-shaped handle. Right: Sui dynasty white-glazed vase. The curves on this one is *chef kiss*

More Sui dynasty white glazed pottery, but the most incredible thing is the white porcelain cup in the middle. The lip of that cup is 1mm (~1/32 in) thick, and the sides are so thin, it's almost see through:

Tang-era sancai/三彩 glazed conjoined flasks that is shaped like a pair of fish. Similar twin-fish motif can be found in numerous traditional Chinese holiday decor, and symbolize auspiciousness, wealth, and surplus--especially surplus, since fish in Chinese (鱼) is pronounced yú, and "surplus" in Chinese (余) is also pronounced yú. This is why the phrase 年年有余 ("may there be a surplus every year") is often paired up with imagery of carps, children holding giant carps, or a twin-fish motif.

Absolutely beautiful Tang-era wall mural of a tiger, which was very sadly damaged over time. But from the pieces left, you can still appreciate the raw power of the tiger captured by these lines:

Another beautiful Tang-era wall mural depicting men on horseback playing "polo", called maqiu/马球 (lit. "horse ball") in Chinese. It's unclear whether the maqiu depicted here originated in China in late Eastern Han dynasty (25 - 220 AD) or was brought to China via the Silk Road at the beginning of Tang dynasty, but anyway this sport was very popular during Tang dynasty, and there were many female players at the time too.

The women of Tang dynasty as depicted by pottery figurines:

A small model of Tang-era triple que/阙 gate towers. Que gate towers first appeared in Western Zhou dynasty (1046 - 771 BC) and have been a part of Chinese architecture ever since. Que gate towers usually come in pairs, one on each side of the gate, and they were used to display status.

A map of Tang dynasty Chang'an city laid on top of the current map of Xi'an city, showing the imperial palace (top center), the East Market/东市 and West Market/西市, and the 108 districts (called fang/坊):

A Tang-era chiwen/鸱吻 (螭吻 is the original name, 鸱吻 is the alternative name, another alternative name is 蚩吻, but the pronunciation remains the same for all three) roof ornament. These are the pairs of horn-shaped pieces on the top of the roof of traditional Chinese architecture. These ornaments are made to represent the Ninth Son of the Dragon, called Chiwen/螭吻, which looks like a dragon-headed fish and has the power to control water, thus it's used in traditional Chinese architecture to ward off fires:

Sui-era gold gilded handle of a stone sarcophagus:

A pottery jar found buried in the tomb of Crown Prince Jiemin/节愍太子 (Li Chongjun/李重俊, son of Emperor Zhongzong of Tang/唐中宗 Li Xian/李显), partially shaped like a pagoda and decorated with various Buddhist motifs such as lotus petals and elephant heads. This is speculated to be a representation of a granary, which would hold grains for the crown prince in the afterlife:

And last but not least, a Sui-era pottery camel bearing sacks that have the imagery of the Greek god of wine Dionysus upon them, which shows the great amount of cultural exchange that took place back then:

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•𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒•

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: 𝐄! 42 Miles x F! Y/N

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𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐎:Miles gets a new car and shows you some built in features he made for you

𝐀/𝐍: Tiktok will always give me ideas 🫶🏾

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆:Fluff, Cute Sorry if the Spanish is ass (its apples fault)

Home was very much homing. Relaxing on the couch while watching High School Musical was just right.

But than you heard a car horn which you thought came from the movie until you got a call from miles

Mi mundo🌎🫶🏾 (My world) Is Calling...

You answer the phone call wondering what he needed from you

“Mami, ven afuera“ (Mama come outside)

Before you could ask why he beeped his horn at you.

You put on some quick slippers and open the door to go outside.

You open the door to see he got a new car , A Black Hell Cat, On the passenger side windshield , it says your name

“Y/n“ in purple text , you smiled when you seen that . He started to get out the car with his smirking smile

You open the regular and the screen door , so you can get rid of the small barrier

“You like it?“ He asks you as you walk to him and the car with a smile

“Sí, millas, lo hago“ (Yes Miles I do) You say as you reach in for a hug

He hugs you tight as he towers over you in height

“Hay más que eso“ (Theres More than that) He tells you in a whisper tone , his accent coming out harder than usual

You look at him “theres more” you question him . He nods and grabs your hand and takes you to the passenger side.

You look at the car handle , to see your name engraved on it.

“Miles my name engraved on the handle” you tell him

“Oh I know” He smiles and opens the car door for you.

“You can get in” he tells you

You get in the car , to see what he wanted to show you now. You look up at the visor to see your name in purple on it .

You open it to see the mirror, it was 2 extra ones on the sides . Something fell out and you look to see what it was.

It was a little envelope

To: My passenger princess

“The passenger side is your seat of royalty.Everytime your in the front on passenger side . Never the driver or in the back because I know how you like it. I will always make sure your comfortable. Look in the back ;)”

you read the note , as you smiled . You put it back in the envelope and looked in the backseat .

It was a bouquet, with black purple and magenta flowers. You grab the flowers and smile.

You get out the car “you didn’t have to get me flowers” you tell him

“And why not, I got flowers for my princess and…”

he goes quiet as he shows a tiara. He placed it on your head but it couldn’t fit that much so it leaned.

“A tiara miles, oh your so extra” you say as you give him a kiss on the cheek

“Where’s the rest of the kiss” he asks you , while you walk away from him to go back inside the house.

“You’ll get it later Prince” you say as you give him a curtsy and eye roll .

You make it inside the house and put the flowers inside a vase . As you make it back to the door . You see he got back in the driver seat and was about leave .

He honked the car 3 times to tell you

I love you

[engraveitnow]

How to Care for Your Engraved Items

Personalised gifts, especially engraved items, are a brilliant way of gifting and expressing emotions. But as beautiful as they are, engraved items require some care to remain in pristine condition for long. Here's what you can do to keep your gifts looking like new:

General Care

To keep your engraved gifts in good condition, handle them with care. Be it an engraved pen or an embossed leather wallet, clean them regularly (without non-abrasive cleaners or fabrics) to maintain their shine. Store the items away from moisture or direct sunlight to prevent discolouration. Avoid dropping or bumping your gifts to prevent damaging them. You can also invest in protective coverings to store your items safely and away from any harm.

Cleaning and Maintenance

Different materials would have different cleaning approaches. For instance, engraved vases with a memorable wedding anniversary message can be a centrepiece for a couple. But, it can also be fragile, so you must use plain water and gentle cleansers to clean dust and not damage the surface. Sophisticated silver or stainless steel items might require regular polishing to prevent tarnishing and keep engraving visible. Leather goods require conditioning in order to stay soft, lustrous, and stain or fade-free. Something in wood can be cleaned with just a soft cloth so the particles don't settle in the grains, and you can also get them polished occasionally to maintain the wood's finish.  

Additional Care

Apart from these generic tips, you must inspect all items periodically for signs of wear or damage. This allows for timely intervention and maintenance. In fact, you can use a protective sealant to shield your engraved items from dust, grime, moisture, UV rays, and other environmental elements. This added layer of protection is especially necessary if any items are on display. It's also a good idea to keep rotating display items as it changes the whole look and keeps everything in good condition.

Professional Care

For any fragile and valuable items, try professional cleaning services. It might be necessary for things like personalised jewellery, branded watches, and fine glassware. Such items often require extra care not just due to their sentimental but monetary value as well. Professionals offer specialised services to keep the items in good condition, repair any damage to the material, and stop them from dulling. Some service providers can also re-engrave worn-out designs, helping to preserve the item's personalisation and beauty for years to come.

Final Thoughts

Caring for your personalised engraved gifts does not have to be complicated. Keep an eye on the specific needs of your items, and you can easily ensure they retain their charm for years to come. Whether it's a glass trophy, a leather wallet, or a metal keepsake, proper care will keep your engraved items looking like new, preserving the memories and sentiments they represent. If you're looking for high-quality personalised gifts for your loved ones on special occasions, Engrave It Now is the right place. We offer a variety of items crafted with care. If you require any help or need further information, please do not hesitate to contact us.

[fashionlandscapeblog]

Vicke Lindstrand for Kosta

Heavy clear glass vase "Vanity" with engraved decoration of sitting woman before mirror, 1959

[theboredkids]

❤️Let Love Grow Roots in your Heart ❤️

[tiffanysabrinatattoo]

Devises Heroïqves (1557) Claude Paradin

[thisismeracing]

💐 with lando

Flowers on your hair | LN4

⸺ the one where he's never romantically got flowers, but Yn is about to change that. ✓ none, just tooth-rotting fluff.

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"Hey, you," Yn smiled when Lando opened the door to his house. She had a few bags on her hands, along with a huge bouquet of flowers.

It took him a few seconds to take his eyes off of her and step aside so she could get in, but who could blame Lando? Yn looked fantastic in a blue flowy dress, and besides, it was their first time celebrating Valentine's together. He wanted to keep that image of her engraved on his mind.

"Hi, angel."

"This is for you," she pressed the bouquet to his chest, leaving a quick kiss on his lips.

"For me?" He arched his brows in confusion.

"Yes, for you. You've never got flowers before?" She chuckled, taking off her shoes and walking to the living room.

"Actually, no," and it was true. He had never gotten flowers romantically before. He had given them sure, but never received them. He got them from fans and a few sponsors in an event or two, but those bouquets were more like a side thing that came with either a partnership or a medal. Aside from that, most people believed that men give flowers, not receive them. This belief should be changed, sure, and Yn was onto it, apparently. "Why'd you get me flowers?"

"I got you a potted plant and that game you wanted too," Yn explained, after dropping the bags on the floor of his living room. "Didn't you like them?" she bit her lip and Lando rushed to her side, shaking his head.

"No, no, babe, I loved them. It's just... I've never got flowers like this before, I don't know how to react, it's cute."

"I'm glad to be your first then," the smile that she flashed him made his legs shake slightly. At times Lando felt that Yn was able to make him all jello, from his body to his heart. She had the key to it.

"I'm gonna put these into a vase," the McLaren driver announced, leaning down to capture Yn's lips into a proper kiss. "And then we're gonna finish the cake I started since you got here earlier than I thought."

"We're decorating a cake?" Yn asked and Lando couldn't contain his smile with how excited she sounded.

"Yup, and then we're opening the gifts."

"The cake and your company are enough," she grinned, lacing her arms together around his neck.

"I know, but I got you a few things, flowers included."

"You got me flowers too?" she squealed.

Lando nodded, "It seems we're more alike than we believed."

"And I love that for us."

"I love you," he whispered. "Happy Valentine's."

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No Need To Ask

Chapter Nine - Duty As A Mafia Wife

The Norris' were a notorious crime family in the UK. One of many. With Norris, the head of the family, running operations with his son, Lando, they work to keep Y/N Norris, Norris' daughter protected. Life in a crime family wasn't something they wanted for her.

But with tension with one of the Spanish crime families rise, Norris and his now deceased wife come up with only one plan, offer their daughter to the Sainz's or risk an all out war.

Warnings: Mrs Sainz makes a sort of comment about the readers weight so be warned for that, smut under the *** (skip if you're uncomfortable), kind of forced sex (in the sense Y/N knows she has to do it, instead of actually wanting to - there isn't no consent though), unprotected sex

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The reception was held at Carlos’ impressive house. While the wedding had been happening, the reception was being set up. With long tables full of candles on the golfing green and vases on marble pillars full of colourful flowers.

The usual table had been removed from just outside of the kitchen and live music sat there instead. They were only booked for the first two hours of the reception, with a stereo system ready to take over.

The white car left from the church with Y/N and Carlos in the back. They didn’t kiss at the ceremony, not with how hard Y/N was trying not to cry. She should have run, she thought as soon as the car pulled away from the church. But running wasn’t possible, not when you had at least twenty two of the most powerful men in the world under one roof, not when they all had at least one gun hidden on them.

Throughout the short journey back to the house, Y/N said nothing. Her breathing was erratic. As soon as the car pulled up at the house she was straight out and through the doors, running up to her room. “Y/N!” She heard as Carlos roar as he walked through the doors behind her.

Y/N didn’t dare turn around. She walked straight into her room and straight over to Oscar. He had fixed himself from last night, changed his suit to something more presentable and had used his fingers to fix his hair (because we all know he doesn’t use a comb). “Y/N,” he gasped as she burst into the room. “You look…”

Beautiful. She looked beautiful. But Oscar couldn’t bring himself to say so once he spied the ring on her finger. It was a simple band, with the Sainz family insignia engraved into the metal. She had gained an engagement ring, too. It was a simple ring with a simple stone, but, if Oscar was to guess, he would have guessed in the thousands.

Suddenly, Y/N threw her arms around him. “I really wish you were there,” she whispered. With all of her makeup and the reception still to go, she had to keep herself presentable, she couldn’t yet cry.

“Y/N, querida, we have our wedding reception to attend!” Carlos shouted, his footsteps so heavy they were audible as he walked up the stairs.

Y/N quickly pulled away from Oscar. She grabbed his hand, pulling him towards the door. As she stepped out of her bedroom she let go of his hand, coming face to face with her husband.

But Carlos wasn’t looking at her. He was looking past her, at Oscar. His jaw ticked as he held his hand out for Y/N. “Come, querida,” he said. “We have guest to entertain.”

Y/N placed her hand in his and allowed herself to be walked down the stairs. She followed him down the stairs and out to the back garden.

A couple of guests had arrived already. Not many of them, only Lando and a few of Carlos’ men. Y/N wanted to run to her brother, but she couldn’t, not with how tight Carlos was holding her hand. “Please,” she whispered, looking at the pool. “I-”

“You are my wife now. You are to be at my side, supporting me,” he said.

Behind him, Oscar watched the whole thing. His jaw was clenched as he watched Carlos pull her over to the table on the golfing green, sitting her in one of the middle seats. He could make a scene, distract everyone so that Y/N could run. But he’d get himself kissed in the process. And then who was going to save Y/N?

Several members of different mafia families came to congratulate Y/N. They introduced themselves all of them remarking that they didn’t know Lando had a sister.

And then it was Lando’s turn. “How you holding up?” He asked as he slipped into the seat beside her.

Y/N shrugged her shoulders. “What happens if I say no?” She asked him, resting her chin on her hand. “Let me guess, nothing. So, I’m holding up great.

Carlos had gone to speak to the likes of Charles and Max and Vettel (as the head of the Vettel family Sebastian could no longer go by his first name. “Congratulations,” said Vettel as he shook Carlos’ hands. “A mafia marriage takes some work, but soon you’ll find yourself in love with her,” he said with a smile.

Shaking his head, Carlos laughed. “I doubt that,” he muttered, which had Charles rolling his eyes. Charles was a romantic. He couldn’t wait to get married, but he always fucked things up, with his girlfriends either wanting to kill him or dead.

The last people to arrive at the wedding were Carlos’ parents. Mrs Sainz made a beeline for Y/N, pushing Lando out of the way. “It is your wedding day,” she began, “but you mustn’t eat a thing.”

“Huh?”

“You cannot be seen to eat a thing today. You cannot get any mess on your dress or be seen bloating.”

Y/N let out a huff. If this day wasn’t bad enough, now she couldn’t eat. As everybody else sat down to eat, some members of some families made toasts. They stood up, holding their champagne as they said kind words to the couple. After every speech Y/N threw the alcohol back. On her empty stomach, she was bound to get very, very drunk.

After the dinner, some people stood up to dance. “I’m going to speak to your friend, Oscar,” said Carlos as he stood up.

Suddenly, Y/N grabbed his hand. “What are you doing?”

But the smile Carlos sent her way was somewhat sweet. “Relax, querida, I just want to thank him for making you feel so comfortable in my home,” he said.

Y/N didn’t see Oscar for the rest of the night. After the band left, Lando pulled her up for a dance, since she hadn’t had a single minute of fun since the wedding began. She was very drunk when Lando got her dancing. She wasn’t caring who saw as she danced around to some of her favourite songs (courtesy of Lando).

***

But then the wedding began to wind down. The guests started to leave, heading back to their respective homes and hotel rooms. Being the last ones stood in their garden, Carlos turned towards Y/N.

He walked over, taking Y/N’s hand. She wordlessly followed him, anxiety settling in the pit of her stomach. This was her duty.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

Every step she took made her body feel like it was on fire. Carlos didn’t turn left at the top of the stairs towards Y/N’s room. He went right, leading her to the room at the very end of the corridor.

The bed was huge with black sheets and several pillows at the head. There was an armchair shoved into the corner of the room a walk-in closet beside the bed. There was only one bedside table, Y/N realised, between the bed and the walk-in closet. Opposite was an ensuite, black walls that matched the bedroom and a black tub against the back wall.

Carlos shrugged of his suit jacket and undid his bowtie. He unbuttoned his shirt, leaving it on the armchair. “Leave your jewellery on,” he said and unbuckled his belt.

“Wait.”

But Carlos didn’t wait. He strode over to Y/N and turned her around, unzipping the back of her dress. Carlos pushed it off of her shoulders, letting it fall. Before it could expose too much of her, Y/N grabbed the bodice, holding it against her chest.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

Y/N let the dress fall. She let go of the bodice, wrapping arms around her breasts to keep at least a bit of a dignity. Carlos didn’t touch her. He commanded for her to step out of the dress and sit on the bed.

It was very unromantic, but Y/N didn’t expect anything less. She stepped out of her dress, taking a moment to pick it up and drape it over the chair. It was so beautiful, it seemed such a shame to leave it in a crumpled mess on the floor.

She climbed onto the bed, sitting against the pillow as Carlos placed his gun on the bedside table and pulled off his trousers. There were no words as he climbed on top of her and pulled her hands away from her chest, exposing herself before him.

Carlos grew hard. He took her hand and pulled her close, wrapping her fingers around him.

Her breathing was heavy as she sat there, unsure of what to do. So, Carlos guided her. He moved her hand up and down his length, helping to get him hard. It wasn't for pleasure, it was for procreation.

This was her duty as a mafia wife.

As soon as he was ready, Carlos lined himself up. He didn't look Y/N in the eye, not until he felt her hand on his shoulder. "I'm a virgin," she said quickly.

Well, that changed things. With an exasperated sigh, Carlos sat up. He looked down at her, but he still wasn't meeting her eye.

Carlos reached out, his hand gentle against her thigh. Y/N's breath hitched as his fingertips climbed higher, ghosting over her folds. His touch was still gentle as he pressed harder.

Oh, that felt good, actually. Y/N watched him as he pressed on her clit, his thumb moving over the nerve.

She let out a moan, throwing her head back. Carlos took his as his sign to go further, his index finger dipping inside of her.

Y/N writhed about on the bed, letting out a series of moans. Whether Carlos was enjoying it or not, she didn't know. She didn't know that this entire ordeal was a chore for him.

This was his duty as a future mafia leader.

"Are you ready?" Carlos asked as he pulled his hand away from her.

Y/N nodded. She tried to meet Carlos' eyes as he moved up her body, lining himself up with her centre. Slowly and somewhat gently, Carlos pushed in.

She was tight, tighter than Carlos had ever had before. He listened as she sucked in a sharp breath, stilling his movements.

There was no communication. But at least he was now looking in her eyes. His gorgeous drown eyes were trained on her face, looking for any sign that he could move.

And then she gave it. Carlos moved his hips slowly, thrusting into her.

It was unromantic and over quickly. They weren't having sex for the pleasure of it or trying to prolong the feeling. They were trying to get it done. Carlos grunted as he snapped his hips towards her, jaw clenched.

He spilled his seed inside of her quickly and pulled away, leaving Y/N laying on his bed with a layer of sweat covering her body. She watched as Carlos walked into the bathroom and grabbed a towel, throwing it at her.

"Once you're done cleaning yourself up, you can return to your room," Carlos said and pushed the bathroom door closed, locking himself inside.

Y/N cleaned herself up. She grabbed her dress and held it close to her chest as she ran through the house, heading towards her own bedroom.

She could still feel his seed inside of her as she dropped her dress onto her bed and grabbed her robe. She looked around her room, but Oscar still hadn't returned.

Y/N took her time in the shower. She ran the loofa over her body, washing the sweat from her skin. She ran the loofa between her legs, washing off what she could. After a good half an hour under the hot water her skin was pruney, but Y/N didn't care

Once done with her shower, Y/N wrapped her towel around her body and headed back to her bedroom. The bedroom she had to herself. The bedroom she didn't share with the man that was now her husband.

Slowly, she got changed into her pyjamas. She climbed under the sheets and cried herself to sleep.

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