#mothers birthstone necklace

[gwyoi]

Mothers rings are typically so uggo because the dad is buying it to surprise his wife but like the birthstones don’t always go together….. just get her jewelry in all the kids birthstone colors instead tbh

[dvbabybracelet]

Make a Statement: The Allure of Personalised Name Necklaces in the UK

For centuries, jewellery has held a special place in our hearts. It adorns our bodies, tells stories, and reflects our unique personalities. But what if your jewellery could go a step further? Enter the captivating world of personalised name necklaces – a trend taking the UK by storm.

More Than Just a Name: A Celebration of Individuality

Forget generic pendants. Personalised name necklaces elevate jewellery to a whole new level. They're not just accessories; they're personalised statements that showcase your name, a loved one's name, or even a meaningful word. Whether it's a classic script, a trendy block font, or a birthstone accent, you can customise your necklace to reflect your unique style.

The Power of Personalisation: Gifts that Last a Lifetime

Imagine the look on someone's face when they receive a necklace with their name delicately inscribed. Personalised name necklaces make the perfect present for any occasion, from birthdays and anniversaries to graduations and holidays. They show you put extra thought and effort into the gift, creating a sentimental treasure they'll cherish forever.

Endless Options to Suit Every Taste

The beauty of personalised name necklaces lies in their versatility. You can choose from a variety of:

Materials: Sterling silver, gold (plated or solid), rose gold, or even hypoallergenic options for sensitive skin.

Styles: From dainty and minimal to bold and statement-making, there's a necklace to suit every taste.

Fonts: Playful, elegant, or anything in between – the choice is yours!

Where to Find Your Perfect Personalised Name Necklace in the UK

With so many jewellers offering personalisation services in the UK, finding the perfect piece is easier than ever. Here are some things to consider:

Reputation: Look for a jeweller with a proven track record of high-quality craftsmanship and customer satisfaction.

Customisation Options: Explore the variety of materials, styles, and fonts offered to ensure you can create a truly personalised piece.

Price: Personalised necklaces can range in price depending on the material, complexity of design, and jeweller. Set a budget and shop around to find the perfect fit.

So, are you ready to embrace the trend? Personalised name necklaces are a timeless and meaningful way to express yourself or gift something truly special. With endless possibilities and a plethora of talented UK jewellers, finding your perfect piece is just a click or shop visit away.

Bonus Tip: For an extra personal touch, consider adding a birthstone or engraving a special message on the back of the pendant.

[jpbeautiful]

[metalicious-jewelry]

Create Your Own Jewelry with Metalicious Custom Jewelry To Reflect

Discover the artistry of Metalicious Custom Jewelry — where each piece is a masterpiece, and every collection is a journey into the extraordinary. Elevate your style with our unique handmade jewelry and let your accessories tell the story of your individuality.

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Mother’s Day Jewelry sale at Jim Kryshak Jewelers

Jim Kryshak Jewelers the renowned fine jewelry brand of Wisconsin brings forth an exciting Mother’s Day jewelry sale. Personalized rings and birthstone jewelry are the highlights of the sale.

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Van Gundy Diamonds Wishes Happy Mother’s Day 2023: Announces A Jewelry Sale

Van Gundy Diamonds, the premium jewelry brand from California announces the biggest Mother’s Day jewelry sale. Huge price drops are announced for personalized rings and custom mothers’ jewelry.

[nederlandjewelers]

You have a lot of fantastic options for gifts for your mother. Yet occasionally the nicest presents are just offered for fun. If you're looking for a gift that feels special, giving Mom a nice piece of jewelry is a terrific option.

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Get The Best Mother’s Day  Jewelry Sale at Hudson Poole Fine Jewelers

Get The Best Mother’s Day  Jewelry Sale at Hudson Poole Fine Jewelers

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Although we make an effort to let these ladies know how much they mean to us every day, but Mother’s Day gets you a chance to make them feel more special. We believe that adding something glittering and opulent to her collection of jewelry is the best way to make a real scene.

[beingjellybeans]

Mother's Day gift guide: 10 best finds on Amazon.com

Mother’s Day is a special occasion to celebrate the unconditional love and care of mothers all around the world. It’s a time to show our appreciation for all that they do and to express our gratitude for their presence in our lives. While every mom is unique and special in her own way, finding the perfect gift can be a challenge. Luckily, Amazon.com has a wide selection of products that are sure…

[chicingold]

Mothers Day Gift Personalized Birth Month Flower w/ birthstone Necklace-Mom Gift Kids Mother in Law-14k Gold Filled, Rose, Silver-CG471N

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Seokjin & Grace - Wear You Like a Necklace

It was common knowledge in BTS and their team that Jungkook was the favourite. He was the apple of everyone’s eye and when it came to his noona, he was right up there at the top of the list. Jungkook’s own love for his noona was evident in the necklace Grace always wore - a long thin gold chain with JK in gold pendants. The others had moaned and whined that they weren’t part of the necklace or part of any other jewellery Grace wore but they understood the special relationship between JK and Grace. 

For Seokjin, who had playfully exclaimed that Jungkook was trying to take away Grace from them all, wasn’t worried about being part of the necklace. The emerald band on Grace’s middle finger that he had bought her awhile back was also never taken off and her wedding ring finger remained free for the day he got the courage to buy the ring he had been thinking of. 

But still, at the back of his mind, there was a little niggle that JK had the necklace.

However, fans soon noticed there was an addition to the jewellery Grace started to wear when she was promoting her first proper album, In My Head.

‘Has anyone noticed that there’s a new necklace Grace has started to wear?’

‘Does she still have the JK necklace or has she replaced it?’

‘I can’t make out what the pendant is!’

That’s all ARMY’s were commenting under the recent Instagram post on Big Hit’s page where they had shared a new still from Grace’s recent photoshoot for her tour. It had people scrambling across the web trying to find the right necklace that matched what they were seeing in a blurry picture and even the most dedicated Instagram account’s who could find what BTS were wearing in an instant were baffled. 

A month later, everyone got their answer when Grace appeared for an interview with a magazine. 

“The necklace?” Grace asked, as if unaware she had been causing nothing but headaches for everyone. “I’ve got my JK necklace that Jungkook got me for Mother’s Day,” she said as she held up the pendant.

“And the other one is a recent addition,” she continued as her fingers touched the pendant in question. “So in one of my songs, So It Goes, there’s a lyric which is ‘wear you like a necklace’ and Seokjin always reminds me that I don’t wear him like a necklace and the only thing I have is my emerald band so basically, to shut him up, I got this designed.”

The camera zoomed in on the necklace in question which was another gold chain, slightly thicker, but the pendant was the most special part. A round blue topaz, the birthstone of December, which was the size of a penny and on the other side it had KS which Grace revealed to be as obvious as it was: Kim Seokjin.

“So now I wear him like a necklace and I’ve got the ring.”

“But not the ring we all want for you,” the interviewer pointed out while pointing a finger to Grace’s bare wedding finger.

“Not yet, nearly there.”

[kasagia]

Bring me a dream pt. 1

Pairing: Aleksander Morozova/general Kirigan x fem! sun summoner! reader Summary: Everyone has their soulmate—someone they are meant for. This was due to Sankta Maradaia, who decided to connect two souls destined for each other during their sleep to show them their other half, Sankta also sent them a tattoo of their loved one name, so that souls thirsting for each other can finally be united. Aleksander never had even one, short dream about his soulmate. Just a tattoo that has taunted him for ages. The Darkling believes this is his punishment for creating the fold, another privilege of being condemned. To never know his soulmate. But one day, a dream about a sun summoner comes to him. Someone equal to him. Someone meant for him. And he promises himself to find you at all costs. Not just because of your powers. Nonsense from me: This is an request from @morrigan-crowmwell I hope you like it! 💙🖤 P.S. I know it took me soooo looong again and I'm so sorry. I'm trying to fight my writer's block. 😅 I used a quote from Taylor Swift's Blank Space. Inspired by the song Mr. Sandman - SYML Wairning(s): mentions of blood, abuse, fighting, violence Word count: 6,7k Taglist: @aoi-targaryen @morrigan-crowmwell ~•♤♤♤•~ Aleksander Morozova's Masterlist ~•♤♤♤•~

I've been waiting a long time to meet you in my dreams…

"My soulmate is great! I've seen her fight with a REAL sword! Can you imagine that, guys?! My father still teaches me on that wooden. Ugh! I envy her so much."

"Mine swims faster than either of you! Of course, he's not as good as me, but I've seen him shoot a bow. What I'd give to join him on a hunt!"

"And you, sahdow-boy? You sit more quietly than usual, don't be shy! Show off what she or he is like."

Aleksander tensed up, feeling the other boys' eyes on him. The young shadow summoner felt a blush of shame appear on his face. He hated such conversations. He already couldn't fit in with a group of other kids, and he was constantly reminded that he was different. Weirdo. Proteus.

"I… I haven't dreamed of her yet. But I know her name!" he tried to reply in a tone of voice that mimicked their enthusiasm. He couldn't show them that he was weak. That the fact that he had never seen his soulmate before hurt him. That he was a changeling again.

"My father also started dreaming about my mother late. Maybe she just wasn't born yet?" his only friend put a hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him. He thanked the saints for Ivan. He was a light in his darkness for now. And heartrender wasn't talking about his shadows at all...

"Did you hear, guys?! Shadow-boy will be dating a baby!"

Aleksander was furious. He felt anger rise up in him as the other children laughed at his soulmate. Without knowing when, he summoned his shadows and plunged the clearing into darkness, stopping the laughter of the other children.

"Hey, take it easy, shadow-weirdo! We're just kidding!"

"The freak, as usual, can't control himself."

Voices came out of the darkness, and the footsteps of children receding were all Aleksander could hear before he was alone with his shadows again.

Even Ivan's hand disappeared from his shoulder as shadows blanketed the area.

He was utterly alone. And he hated it.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, smiling.

18 birthday. Your big day.

You adjusted the necklace your grandmother had given you around your neck, proudly displaying the amulet with your birthstone. Your mother's earrings hang proudly from your ears. Nostalgia is starting to get to you. You so wish she were here.

"I've lived in this world for so long that, for ages, I've felt that time moves infuriatingly slowly. But ever since you came into the world, I've felt it slip through my fingers. You've grown up so fast... you look like your mother." the woman sighs as she stands behind you in the mirror and looks at you tenderly, fixing your braid.

"I wish a madraya was here." you say sad. Grandma puts a hand on your shoulder and turns you around to look her in the eye.

"She is here, my sun. In our hearts and memories. As long as you can picture her before your eyes, she will always be with you. Watching you from heaven." you both stand in silence, remembering your recently deceased mother.

"I have something for you." the woman speaks as she pulls a beautiful gold bracelet engraved with your family symbol from her sleeve.

"Oh, grandma, you didn't have to… it's beautiful."

"And practical. Materialnik made it specially for me. Thanks to this, no one will see THAT on your wrist."

"Why should I hide it?" you ask, confused, when she helps you fasten the bracelet on your wrist where was your soulmate's name on it.

"I want you to be careful."

"Careful of what?"

"Powerful men." she replies seriously, stroking your cheek tenderly. "There is nothing worse in the world than the greed of men. Than their excessive ambition. We are the sun summoners, honey. You are my blood, my pride, and my only solace in this world. The love of men is fatal. You don't need it, and trust me, you don't want it. Promise me for your dead mother and my daughter..." your grandmother grabbed your wrist, turning it so you both could see that the black ink, that showed up this morning, disappeared. Aleksander Morozova. "Do not seek him. Avoid him. Treat him like the plague. Do not repeat the fate of your poor mother. I couldn't stand losing you because of another man's lust for power."

"I promise you, babushka. I will not share my mother's fate." you promise with tears in your eyes. Your mother trusted the wrong person... you were not going to repeat her fate.

"And you will always wear a bracelet and necklace from me?"

"Yes. I promise." you solemnly promise, while looking into her eyes. You two were one of a kind. Summoners of the sun. Long-lived. Powerful. You have to stick together if you want to survive in this cruel for Grishas world. "Can I go now and enjoy the summer solstice festival?"

"Yes. Have fun, sunshine. And return home no more than two hours after dark!" she screams after you as you run to get some freedom... to forget who you are for a while.

"That boy keeps staring at you!" your friend shouts through the crowd of people having fun and nods her head at the boy by the fire.

You glanced at the side she indicated. She is right. A handsome brunette with dark eyes looks straight at you. He looks away when he sees you noticing him and pretends to be talking to the boy next to him. You roll your eyes at your friend's behaviour and continue drinking your beer.

"And what do you think I'm supposed to do about it?"

"Go and have fun!" she says, offended that you don't know. "I've known you since you came here. You haven't had a single boyfriend, you're shooing all the suitors away. You're 18. Go and flirt with him, or I'll take care of this handsome one."

You are laughing at her words. You look at the boy again, and you can't deny that you feel a strange pull… a bond that wants you to come to him. But you don't listen to it.

"So take him. I'm going home," you say as night falls completely. The flame of the torch and bonfire is the only source of light.

"Really? Will you waste an opportunity like this?" you just laugh with a shrug at her words and make your way to the path through the woods leading to your house, pushing your way through the crowd of people.

You leave the clearing where the festival is taking place and enter the forest. You sigh with relief to be alone, away from people's voices. You walk confidently into the darkness without being afraid of it as you watch the stars above you.

You are walking down a familiar path when suddenly you hear the crunch of leaves and branches behind you. You turn slowly with your hand close to the hidden dagger at your hip.

You see in front of you the same boy who was staring at you by the fire. You watch him warily, waiting for his move.

He takes one slow step towards you, his dark eyes never leaving yours. Without knowing why, you stare spellbound into his eyes again, unable to utter a word. It's only when he crosses halfway between you that common sense returns to you and you raise a dagger in his direction.

"Don't worry. I won't hurt you." he says, stopping and staring at the blade glistening in the moonlight. "Of course, only if you don't hurt me either."

"Why are you following me?" you ask without lowering your weapon, still holding it as a warning between you two.

He frowns, looking from the dagger to you. "I have no bad intentions. I saw you going this way and this forest… is not the safest place."

"I know. Nowhere is safe." you reply coldly, eyeing him carefully. "Which doesn't answer my question. Why did you follow me in here?"

"I wanted to make sure you made it through safely." you snort, amused, not for a moment believing the stranger's concern for you. He stays where he is, not moving for a moment, undaunted by your reaction. If anything, curiosity only grows in his eyes. "You haven't experienced much kindness from others, have you?"

"I'm not going to answer a stranger's question like that. You do not know anything about me."

"I can see you're too distrustful, and if the lack of trembling in your dagger hand tells me something, it is that you've threatened someone more than once."

"That's right… shouldn't you run as far away from me as possible, then?" you ask, raising an eyebrow at him as you watch his impassive reaction…but you certainly didn't expect him to raise the corners of his… pretty mouth in response.

"I'd rather walk you out and make sure you're okay... or anyone who dares stand in your way." you bite your lip, holding back a smile so you don't react to his teasing.

"I doubt you'd be able to do anything."

"I'm tougher than you think." he says, answering your challenge with a mischievous smirk. The sparkles in his dark eyes shine in the moonlight… and you involuntarily agree with your friend. He was handsome… and dangerous.

"I don't need a man to play my prince on a white horse. I can be my own knight."

"Well, if you want my opinion…" you cut him off before he could finish.

"No, thank you. I have my own." he laughs at your words, shaking his head in amusement as he licks his lips.

He stares at you intensely, and you know that if you were anyone else, you would have pounced on him by the campfire. But you were a sun summoner. You couldn't trust someone like that. Even if you wanted to...

"Very well then... but, I'd feel better walking you through the woods at least. May I?" he asks, extending his hand towards you. "Or are you too afraid that you will enjoy my company?"

You snort, placing your hand in the crook of his arm. You could have let him. Clearly, he has had no ill intentions so far. You glare at him defiantly as you see a spark of amusement in his eyes and a wild smile on his lips.

"What?" you ask dryly.

"Nothing. I just thought you couldn't look prettier… you seem to glow even more when you prove people wrong."

"I'm too smart to be seduced by you." you warn him, looking at him carefully as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. You feel your cheeks blush slightly.

"Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to you?" he asks, whispering, staring into your eyes.

You're drowning in the moment. His smell, the depth of his dark eyes… and without knowing why, the feeling is… actually the opposite of what you felt when others tried to flirt with you.

"Careful... you've stared into my eyes for too long to say you don't care." he says, sparks of malice appearing in his eyes. You snort and are about to respond to his taunt when his expression suddenly cools and he pulls you into his chest.

You're about to yell at him and attack him when suddenly an arrow flies right over where you used to stand. You recognise its distinctive arrowhead. "Drüskelle." you whisper.

You don't waste time. You back away from him and grab your daggers. You can't show the world what power you wield, so you limit yourself to melee combat. You're also not sure if your companion is Grisha.

You kill the first of them, and next to you, you hear the sounds of your companion's fight. He's doing fine. You deal with most of the Drüskelle pretty quickly when suddenly one of them comes up behind you. Before you can engage, your companion pulls you back to his chest. You see nothing. He makes sure of it when you hear Drüskelle's desperate cry from behind you, who wanted to kill you as well as the others who managed to stay alive. Suddenly it's quiet again... but it's darker around you than before.

You gently pull away from him as he releases his strong grip on your hair. You look around, seeing Drüskelle's bodies as if they were… cut.

"I… how?" you ask, dumbfounded, not believing what you see. You turn your gaze back to him. "Are you a Grisha? Heartrender maybe?"

"It's... a little more complicated." he says, looking down at your hands and bloody daggers.

"I'm guessing you're not a Grisha, then?"

"It's a little more complicated." you say, repeating his words. He looks up and stares into your eyes again. Without knowing why, you both giggle. "I... thank you. I wouldn't handle them all alone."

"No problem." He says, still staring at you. Without knowing why, you lean towards him.

You swallow, smelling his scent again, involuntarily remembering the warmth and safety his arms gave you. You shouldn't feel that way about a stranger. And yet...

"I… I should probably go now."

"Me too." he whispers back, but you're both too hypnotised to move. Not thinking much about the bodies around you or the blood on your clothes.

For some strange reason, the eyes of the other and this closeness seem much more interesting to you both than the world around you.

He leans towards you too. A short distance separates you as you both stare at each other in silent anticipation and excitement. However, that moment is effectively cut short as you hear another movement around you.

You both draw your daggers and aim at where you heard the movement. There is a woman behind you. Her dark eyes are remarkably similar to those of your companion. You are surprised to see how his irises have already been etched into your memory.

"You find yourself a friend?" the woman asks him mockingly, staring at the two of you.

"I'm going, mother." he says, obviously waiting for her to leave. But she stands there, watching you curiously. He sighs in annoyance and turns to you. "See you soon." he whispers, placing his dagger in your hand.

You shiver at the skin of his hand on yours as unimaginable power rushes through you. But that's not what keeps you staring at him speechless… and you think you both know it as he gives you a wistful, longing look before turning away.

You can only stay there and stare at the receding silhouettes of the two of them. Then you are all alone again. You turn around and continue on your way home. With a small smile, you tighten your hand around the black dagger.

You were coming home to your grandmother. It was winter, and it was getting harder and harder to drive through the snow from town to your house. But someone had to do the shopping.

As you walked, you heard the sounds of a struggle. Interested, you veered off the path to the house and walked slowly through the snow, trying not to alert anyone to your presence.

You froze as you saw a group of teenagers fighting the same boy who gave you the dagger and helped kill Drüskelle.

The rational part of you told you to get out of there and not deal with this stranger. And you almost did, but then you saw one of the girls stab him in the back and shove him into the ice hole.

You threw the wicker basket with your groceries in the snow and ran towards them. You used your light and stunned them all into unconsciousness. Not enough to kill them, but enough to make their heads hurt for days and some of them lose their eyesight.

With your light, you melted the ice in the river and pulled the mysterious boy out of it by his shoulders.

You held him close as he coughed, spitting water into the snow. You only let him go when he's back to normal.

"Do you attract trouble, or do you just like getting into it?" you ask him with a laugh, trying to lighten the atmosphere. You take off his soaked coat and cover him with one of yours.

"Both, I'm guessing." he says, still shivering. You don't know if it's from the cold or from the attack.

"Get up. We need to keep you warm." you speak and help him stand on two legs.

If he notices the bodies of his unconscious tormentors, he decides not to say anything or ask how you did it. You pick up the basket you dropped earlier and guide both of you to your house.

Surprisingly, he doesn't protest when you enter the house, and luckily for you, your grandmother hasn't come back yet.

"Stay here for a while. I'll go get some dry clothes for you." I speak as I disappear into the other room for a moment.

"How did you overpower them?" you hear his question. You swallow and try to think of an answer as you walk back to the main room.

"It's... complicated." you reply, handing him the clothes. "You can go there and change. I'll put some water on for tea."

He nods and takes the clothes from you. He wants to say something, but instead he sighs and goes to the next room.

You place the kettle over the hearth and wait for the water to boil for tea for the two of you.

"Do you often save people from trouble?" he asks jokingly as he joins you. You smile when you see that he's feeling a little better. He still has a red nose, though. And you're pretty sure if you took his hand, he'd be icy.

"Selected only. Feel honoured." you snort, amused. His laugh makes you shiver. A strange warmth begins to spread from your chest.

"I am." he replies, looking deep into your eyes. He leans closer to you, examining you intently, searching for any reaction from me that would indicate that you are uncomfortable with him.

He finds nothing.

So he leans in a little more. Your noses brush against each other as he waits, giving you the option to either kiss him or pull away from him.

You feel your heart beating fast... you know that if he was a heartrender he would have leaned forward and kissed you a long time ago. You also know you should back off, he was a stranger, a man, you shouldn't trust him.

But after the look he gives you and a glance at his enticing pink lips, you lean forward and press your lips uncertainly to his.

His cold lips warmed up.

You close your eyes as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you closer with one hand on your waist and the other in your hair. You sigh, feeling how wonderful it feels, how proper it is to kiss him even though you don't even know his name. What's undeniable, however, is how great you feel around him.

But you feel something else… like an unimaginable amount of power flows into you with his touch. How your light calls for release. And for a moment, you feel like you're going to lose control if you keep kissing him.

Fortunately, before you stupidly reveal your powers, you pull away from each other, startled by the sound of a whistling kettle.

You both laugh, resting your foreheads against each other. You eventually pull away from him, take the kettle off the hearth, and shift your gaze to it. He's warmer from your kiss than from the fire.

You shift your gaze towards him. And experimentally, you take his hands in yours. You feel the surge of power buzzing through your veins again. Your gaze returns from his warming hands in yours to his irises, and you get lost in his dark eyes again.

"You... are the amplifier." you whisper as you look at him. "That's why they wanted to kill you... they wanted your bones."

He swallows, moves his gaze from your eyes to your joined hands. He doesn't take them out of your warm embrace as he nods, trembling without looking at your face.

"What are you going to do about it?" he asks, realizing full well that you must be Grisha to sense his ability.

The very idea that you, the only person who has shown him any kindness (not knowing him at all) will suddenly want to hurt him after what happened between you two a moment ago makes him sick.

But Aleksander has been through it more than once. Last an hour ago. Despite everything, he still holds a strong grip on your hands, trembling unconsciously.

Your response is to pull him close to you in a tender embrace.

"You're safe." you say simply, and from the way he holds his breath before burying his head in your neck after a few seconds of complete shock, you know that you must be the first person in a very long time to show him such affection.

And you're realizing that you don't need to know his name to know that it's good to hold him in your arms.

And Aleksander feels warm for the first time in a long time. He feels like he's holding the sun. But the most striking thought for him is that he is no longer alone...

"Is that all, General?" Ivan's question pulled Aleksander out of his thoughts. He stopped stroking the tattoo with his soulmate's name hidden under his kefta and glanced at the heartrender.

"Yes, you can go." he sighs, shifting in his chair and rubbing his eyes with his hand.

Ivan looks like he wants to say something but changes his mind at the last moment and leaves the war room, closing the door softly behind him.

Aleksander sighed, staring at the map in front of him. The king was going to bring down Ravka. Only his Grishas were able to hold Ravka's borders. He shuddered, thinking of all the good soldiers the Fjerdans, Drüskelle and others had taken from him. He felt powerless. And if he knew anything in his centuries-old life, it was that he hated that feeling.

He ran a hand through his hair, glancing at his watch on the wall. It was long after midnight. He sighed as he got up from his chair and walked towards his bedroom. He won't help his army if he's barely conscious. He took off his kefta and pushed the books to one side of the bed. He lay down in the free space and fell asleep as soon as his head rested on the pillow.

Something was different… otherwise, Aleksander could sense it the moment his dream began.

There was a strange feeling in his bones; his heart was beating much faster, excited, as if it couldn't wait for what was about to happen.

He was alone again in the deep black shadows. He took a step, and suddenly the shadows parted. He looked up and gasped as he saw a figure in a black-golden kefta in the distance.

He'd had that dream many times before… especially when he was a little boy. That he was irretrievably lost in the darkness.

He had never met anyone in the depths of his shadows before. He took another hesitant step towards the mysterious figure, not taking his eyes off it, afraid that it would disappear at any moment.

But it's not.

A figure in a gold-black kefta stood with its back to him.

Aleksander is afraid. He's afraid that it's just another trick of his mind, that as soon as he utters the name that has haunted him both asleep and awake for hundreds of years, you'll disappear, leaving him utterly alone in the darkness of his shadows again.

But Aleksander had been patient enough for a long time... maybe he could finally give in to what he most wanted, what he missed most, what he craved for like a foolish boy.

He came over to you. Hesitantly and slowly. As if he could spook you at any moment. He raised his hand, but instead of touching your arm, he met air as you took a step away from him and slowly turned to face him.

He held his breath in anticipation, waiting for you to pull down your gold-black hood to reveal your face to him. He watched in fascination as golden threads of light slowly began to flow from your hands.

He had been accustomed to the darkness for centuries. But he couldn't take his eyes off you as your threads of light slowly grew stronger. He watched in utter awe as your light changed from gold to pure white after dispelling the shadows around you two.

His eyes widened as your hood fell back to reveal your familiar, beautiful face. He sighed, letting out a long-held, shaky breath.

And when you took his hand, which he still held out to you, and ran your thumb over his palm? He completely lost himself in your irises, feeling your light grow stronger through its amplifying powers, enclosing the two of you in a silver and gold orb.

But before he gets a chance to reach out to you and caress your cheek tenderly, to feel again that warmth he always felt from you and which turned out to be your light, you suddenly disappear. And with you, your warm light.

His cold shadows enveloped him again…

He wakes up and finds himself in his bed, in his chambers. But for the first time in a long time, instead of being disappointed that he didn't dream of his soul mate this time, he's relieved. And happiness. Excitement. And something he's clung to so desperately all these centuries, much to his mother's taunt... he feels hope.

He doesn't know what has changed. Why suddenly did the saints decide to reveal your face to him after you had met so many centuries ago? For a moment, the bitter thought crosses his mind that he could have had you by his side much sooner. That together you could carry the weight of eternity... but he shakes his head.

He had a chance to implement all his plans now... and to meet his soulmate, whom he had missed for so many centuries. All he had to do was track you down.

And he's not going to lose.

"I'll find you... moya solnishko." he whispers to himself, fondly stroking the tattoo on his wrist. "And when I do, I'll make sure you'll never hide from me again." he promises, placing his lips on the tattoo on his wrist.

He would do anything to finally have someone to call his own…

"I was hoping to find you here." Aleksander turns around in surprise when he sees you standing behind him.

"How did you know?" he asks, putting the book back on the shelf. You see the title out of the corner of your eye.

The Lives of Saints

"I know many things." you say, leaning against the shelf. "But honestly? I didn't take you for someone who prays to saints. Or maybe your ego and ambition are so big that you want to become one of them?" you say teasingly, smirking at him. He rolls his eyes and takes your hand, leading you out of the library. You let him lead the two of you into the woods.

"You must have wanted something if you took your precious time to find me." he starts when you both walk a familiar path. This is where your strange "friendship" began, if you could call those stolen moments, kisses, and nights between you two like that… how poetic that it will end here as well.

"I am leaving." you speak briefly without looking at him.

You feel him tense up. It was probably not the answer he ever expected. Out of the corner of your eye, you see him swallow.

He clears his throat, trying to look composed. However, his dark eyes, as always, reveal his true feelings to you. You wonder if you're the only one who can read him like that. "Why?" he whispers.

"Apparently my warning was… not strong enough. One of the people who tried to kill you complained to my grandmother. I have to leave."

"I can talk to her…"

"No!" you cut him off quickly, letting go of his hand and standing in front of him. The last thing you need is his intercession with your grandmother. "I know you mean well, but it's the final decision."

"I see." he says coldly, looking away from you. "Is there anything else you wanted?"

"Yes." you say, pulling his dagger out of your sleeve, handing it to him. "I wanted to give it back to you."

"It's a gift. I'm not in the habit of taking back what I've given someone." he snorts, offended, at which you giggle, amused. He turns his gaze back to you, raising an eyebrow.

"I knew you'd say something like that. That's why…" you pull out a second, identical dagger to the one he gave you. The only difference is that the dagger's handle is decorated with a sun… an eclipsed sun. "I did it." you say, handing it to him.

He takes the dagger from you and examines the engraving. "Why it?" he asks curiously. "Why the eclipsed sun?" his gaze is burning, inquisitive. You know there's no turning back now. You take a step back, his dark irises following your every move.

You shrug. "Guess, shadow summoner."

He stares at you in shock. A thought… a ridiculous and beautiful thought crosses his mind. He knows there's no point in chasing after you. You'll run away from him anyway. But he can't help but scream after your receding silhouette. "What's your name?!"

You're smiling. But you don't turn around to look at him one last time, to steal one last look at his dark, piercing eyes, to get one more moment... Instead, you scream over your shoulder: "Call me sunshine!"

You disappear from his sight. Deep down, you know you'll meet again… But you weren't going to share your mother's fate… even for such mesmerising, dark eyes as his.

After hundreds of years, you've become accustomed to dreamless sleep.

It was your conscious choice. A promise to grandma, mother, and you. You didn't pray to the saints to bring you a dream about your soulmate. You didn't want him... even though his name on your wrist, hidden by your grandmother's bracelet, had tormented you for hundreds of years.

That's why, when your first dream started, you knew it was something bad. You knew your grandmother's necklace had somehow fallen off your neck. And so, you were dreaming. You dreamed about him... and he probably dreamed about you.

You galloped on a horse. It was early morning. The clearing where you galloped was shrouded in mist. The cool wind hit your skin, and your cloak billowed behind you as you tried to lose the black rider following you.

People usually run to their soulmates. They wanted to meet them at all costs. Not you. But the saints have never been merciful to you… maybe because you never prayed to any of them.

Or have they stopped letting you prolong the inevitable.

That's why the black rider soon caught up with you. He rode by your side for a moment, then shot forward. You knew he was trying to block your way, so you sped up and managed to catch up with him for a moment. You rode side by side for a while, but you didn't dare look and atface.

But your wishes no longer mattered.

He sped up ahead of you and stepped sideways, causing your horse to stop and stand on two legs. You held on tight to keep from falling. It wasn't until your horse had calmed down and stood on all four hooves that you loosened your grip on the reins.

"Moya solnishka..." his whisper made you shiver. You lifted your head and looked into those familiar, damned dark eyes that were the cause of all your troubles.

You sat still as he rode his horse closer to yours so he could touch your cheek with his hand. His thumb caressed your skin gently. "I've been waiting a long time for you."

You shivered, hypnotised, as you watched him lean closer to you. A familiar warmth spread through your body as you felt him amplify your powers. But his lips were too close for you to notice anything else than him; his touch and dark eyes, which were looking only at you...

You wake up suddenly. Your hand goes to your neck. Panicked, you discover that your grandmother's necklace is not there… you must have lost it in a fold.

"Fuck." you whisper, running your hand through your hair. The only defence against dreaming about your soul mate is gone. And now he knew who you really were... just as your fears were confirmed.

He was your soulmate. General Kirigan, Darkling, Black Heretic, the boy who was your first kiss hundreds of years ago…

The monster who created the fold…

And as it turned out… Aleksander Morozova.

You look around the room, realizing you're in a tent. And the red keftats of bustling healers confirm your worst fears.

During your journey through the fold, the ship was attacked by volcra. And you, obviously not wanting to die or let other people die, decided to use your power. You've done it hundreds of times before. Only much more discreetly… and you've never fainted from using so much of your power.

Your grandmother must be cursing you from the grave. She warned you a thousand times not to go near Ravka or the fold… and even after her death, you didn't listen to her. Now you have to sneak out of here somehow before word about the sun summoner spreads around the world. Hundreds of years of hiding will be wasted just because you weren't careful enough…

He was excited. He couldn't stand still.

His soulmate, his sun summoner, the solution to all his problems, his little sunshine was here.

He had been waiting for this moment for centuries. He had imagined it thousands of times. However, he never thought that his soulmate would be brought to him by his heartrender after they captured her after rescuing a ship full of people from the fold.

He dismisses everyone from the tent. Only he and she remain.

"It's been a long time, solnishko." he speaks softly. He is prepared for her silence and gives her a moment to process the situation. But he hoped to see a little more enthusiasm from her...

So he takes the time to look at her. On noting all the changes he might notice in her… her cool, indifferent look in those eyes that captivated him so much is one of the worst changes.

He clears his throat. You are still silent. You still ignore him. And Aleksander can't stand it.

"I had an interesting dream recently…" he begins, but you don't pick up on it. You don't really take your eyes off the floor… he's starting to get annoyed.

"You won't look at me?" he asks, waiting for your reaction. However, he finds nothing. Just a blank stare at the symbol he has chosen over the course of several hundred years. Eclipsed sun.

"You won't even comment on that? What a pity. I've always liked your sharp tongue." he says, taking a step towards you. You watched him carefully. He's a little triumphant to see that he's managed to catch your eye. Saints… he missed those damn eyes. "The cat stole your tongue? Or did they finally cut your tongue out for your insolence?"

"I thought you liked my sharp tongue." you snort sarcastically, avoiding his gaze as you realize he won't come any closer.

"She can talk!" he says, clapping his hands. "I was afraid something had happened to you, sunshine." you flinch at his words.

"Don't call me like that." you growl angrily, turning your stern gaze on him.

"You told me to call you that yourself. Don't you remember?"

"And now I take away your right to do so, Black Heretic. Or maybe you prefer a Starless Saint? I think I remember that you wanted to become one; what a pity people didn't even try to remember your name." you taunt him, and for a moment you see that he is offended, even hurt by your words, but his eyes quickly become blank, unmoved by your words.

As if he had heard them hundreds of times before and gotten used to them…

"I don't remember you being so… hostile to me before. What has changed?" he asks instead, watching you carefully and looking for answers in your eyes. But after all these years, you too know how to hide your emotions behind a stony mask of cold indifference.

"Maybe you didn't know me at all?" the question hangs between you for a while. You see for a moment that he hesitates with his answer, but his indecision is quickly replaced by a mocking, derisive smirk.

"When I heard about the mysterious Grisha, who can summon light and was stupid enough to throw herself into battle against hundreds of volcra, I immediately thought of you. And guess what…"

"At least one of the two of us should be concerned about Grishas' welfare. Why am I not surprised it's me and only me?" you see him clench his fists in rage when you insinuate that he's selfish, that he doesn't care about his people.

"Or maybe you don't know me at all?"

"I know men like you."

"There are no men like me. There are no others like us. And there will never be. I thought you had enough time to accept and understand it." he says bitterly, staring at you, disappointed. "Anyway, I have to go through the formalities. Your sleeve, please."

You stand still, too stubborn and angry to cooperate with him. He snorts, expecting your reaction, and takes two steps over the distance between you. You lift your head slightly, giving him a defiant look. He just gives you that irritating, confident smirk and grabs your hand gently, rolling up your sleeve himself. His dark eyes never leave yours. Even when his ring pierces the skin of your forearm.

You're so intent on each other that there might as well not have been that beam of light between you that shot the moment he made a small cut on your arm. It's just you and him. And from the unreadable smirk on his face, you might as well expect anything.

If you used to do it easily, now you can't read his eyes anymore. A skill he had to acquire over time. Hiding true emotions.

You both have changed. Each in its own way. He was no longer the nameless boy you met. And you weren't the mystery girl he used to know. He became the darkness he so often summoned... and you became the light you were meant to carry. If you once had anything in common, now you are completely strangers. Time heals wounds... or deepens them, but it always and undeniably changes people.

But neither of you could deny the connection between you. Even after all this time and even after what happened. It was a bound that was pulling you both towards each other…

"You and I are going to change the world, Y/N." you shivered hearing your real name for the first time come out of his mouth as lightly as if he had always called you that. Like he's always known you by that name deep in his heart.

Even if you didn't agree with him, you have to admit that he was right...

It's gonna be forver or it's gonna go down in flames...

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My little love

Father’s Day celebration

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Word count:2.1k

Warning: fluff, implied smut

The door of the bedroom opened silently. A whispered conversation was happening and it was enough to make Bucky wake up.

“Morning Daddy, happy Father’s Day.” Henry said as he stood by Bucky’s side of the bed.

“Thank you bubs. C’mere.”

Henry happily climbed up into the bed to hug his father. This was something Bucky was sure he was never going to celebrate. Of course he didn’t become a father the traditional way. Many people wouldn’t even consider taking care of children that were the result of abuse but Bucky saw past that. When he looked at his little loves he didn’t see hydra or what they did to the three of them. He saw everything that was good with the world. Henry and Charlotte were the best of him and the reason he got up every morning to fight.

“Where is your ma and Lottie?”

“On our way.” You announce from the hallway.

Bucky sat up and against the headboard as he waited for you to appear in the doorway. He looked over at Henry who seemed to be way too excited for his own good. A few seconds later Lottie walks in very slowly. She held a glass of orange juice with both of her hands, her tongue poking out to the side as she concentrated on not spilling a drop or tripping. You are right behind her with a tray full of food and an amused smile. Once Lottie was close enough to Bucky she raised the glass for him to take. Once he does Lottie’s face lights up as she looks up at her father.

“I did it, dada. Am big.” She says gleefully.

“That’s right. You’re a big girl now.” Bucky scoops her up and hugs her. “My big girl, I love you.”

“Lobe you dada.”

You smiled as you placed the tray on the bed and walked over to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss.

“Happy Father’s Day, my love.”

“Thank you, Sugar.”

“Alright, let’s have breakfast.”

Should you have thought more about breakfast in bed? Yes. Was there a mess after everyone was done? Absolutely. But the kids loved it and so did Bucky so it was worth it. Lottie had decided that since it was Father’s Day it was her job to feed Bucky. It was quite funny to watch her bring a spoon to his mouth while making airplane noises. Henry was sitting there giggling every time Lottie did it so it only made her want to do it more.

After cleaning up the mess made by breakfast and changing the sheets you all moved to the living room. The kids gave Bucky their gifts first. Just like Mother’s Day they each painted something on canvas with the help of Steve. Then they both presented him with two small booklets.

“What’s this?”

“This is coupons daddy. So we can do fun stuff together. If you use one we have to do it.”

“Is it for everyone?”

“No, one is for us and one is for you and Lottie. Mama said it’s like dates.” Henry informed him. “This is special stuff not like watching tv or reading bedtime stories. We can choose them together.”

Bucky flipped through the little booklets and sure enough it had special “dates” for him and the kids either one on one or together.

“Why didn’t I get one from mama?”

“She said she has a special one for you. Right mama?”

Bucky looks over his shoulder amused at the implication.

“That’s right, I’ll give it to daddy later.” You winked in Bucky’s direction before turning to grab one of the gifts you’ve gotten for him. He laughs before turning back to the kids and giving them each a hug.

“It’s your turn mama.”

“Yeah, mama has suwpwise.”

You grab a slender box from behind your back and give it to Bucky. He opens it and looks confused.

“They’re copies of my dog tags?”

“Turn them around.”

He pulls them out and holds them by their chain. While the front of the dog tags still have his information there is added information on the back. Like the necklace he gave you for Mother’s Day, the back of the dog tags have the kids' birthstone encrusted in them and the birth month flower as well as their initials. Bucky smiles at the gift and looks back at you.

“I thought you’d like to have a little piece of them with you. They’re made with vibranium and I created them myself. Maybe we can get some chains and give the kids one of your old ones.”

“I love these, thank you.” He kissed your cheek.

“Don’t thank me just yet. We have more gifts but first we have to change.”

~~~~~~~~

Like always Lottie and Henry walked in front of you and Bucky while holding hands. Honestly it was Henry holding a very excited Lottie back as you guided Bucky to the garage. He kept looking around slightly confused because you were dressed for the pool and not to go out anywhere. It wasn’t until you stopped in front of a parking spot with something covered by a tarp that Bucky looked unsure of what was happening.

“Go ahead.” You pushed Bucky lightly.

Bucky looks at you a bit confused but excited and he pulls the tarp to reveal a rusted motorcycle frame. There were no wheels or a seat or even handles. It looked like it had seen better days. You wanted to laugh as you watched Bucky trying to be excited about whatever this was.

“Steve told me how much you used to love the motorcycle you used during the war. Tony helped me track down the frame, which is original and all of the parts which are also original.” You point to a box that was pushed against the wall. “I thought since you enjoyed helping Sam fix his family’s boat that you might like having something like that to do here. You know a side project for when you need to unwind. Maybe it could be something you could work on with the kids.” Your voice got smaller as you finished talking. He hadn’t said a word and you started to panic thinking it was a bad idea.

“This is perfect.”

You put your hand over your chest as you breathed a sigh of relief. Bucky picked you up and spun you around.

“I love it, thank you sugar.” He kissed you as he put you back down on the ground. “What do you say? Are you going to help your dad fix this up?”

“Yeah! I wanna help daddy.”

“What about you, Doll? Do you want to help me fix this up?”

Lottie looked at her dad and then at the rusted frame and grimaced.

“No tank you, dada.” She shook her head. “Is yucky. I stay wit mama.”

Both you and Bucky laugh. If there was anything that needed to be known in this world it’s that Charlotte is a girly girl. She loved her bows and dresses and getting her nails done by auntie Wanda. So it was no surprise that she wouldn’t be chipping her nail polish on an old rusty motorcycle.

“Ok, we should head up to the pool.”

~~~~~~~~~~

The pool area was already full. There were agents with their families around but it was a more laid back affair than Mother’s Day was. Mostly due to the warmer weather. The team had already picked out their side of the chairs and pool. Clint’s family and Sam’s sister and nephews were also visiting. The latter wanted to visit and celebrate their uncle who stepped in and was a father figure in his own right. You handed Henry a gift bag meant for Steve and sent them both ahead to surprise him.

“I love this, thank you both so much.” He held up the small picture frame with a photo of him and the kids as well as a small oil paint set and a t-shirt that said coolest uncle ever. The last one was Henry’s idea. Steve looked up when you and Bucky got closer. “You guys didn’t have to do this.”

“Of course we did, punk. You’re helping us raise them so you deserve to be recognized for it.”

“You may not be their father but we both know that if they needed you, you would step up and take care of them no questions asked.”

“If you’re trying to make me cry it’s not gonna work.” He warned until his looked down at Henry and Lottie hugging him.

“Lobe you Steebie.”

“Love you uncle Steve.”

“Ok that will do it.” He bent over and scooped both kids up to share a group hug. “Don’t go too far, Buck. I got you a gift of my own.” Steve walks towards the wall where a gift bag is sitting away from the water and offers it to Bucky. “Happy Father’s Day. I always knew you’d be a great dad.”

Bucky smiles up at his oldest best friend before pulling out a framed drawing. You see Bucky’s eyes water as he looks down at a drawn portrait of his parents holding the grandchildren they never got to meet. The second portrait is of his three sisters with the kids. You wrap an arm around Bucky’s back and rest your head on his shoulder while he admires the drawings.

“These are amazing. Thank you Steve.” Bucky says as they embrace.

“Hey Robodad, I got you a gift too.”

Tony walks up to Bucky with some people following behind. You notice there is a resemblance between them. Maybe they’re related?

“I debated on whether I should do this or not but I think you and those kids deserve a bigger family.” Tony steps aside to let the older man step up first. “These are your nieces and nephews and their families.”

“Hi, it’s good to finally meet you. Ma, Rebecca, never stopped talking about you.”

Bucky was in awe of the small group in front of him. For so long he felt like he was alone. Now he had two kids, the girl of his dreams, his best friend, the team and he could add to that his sisters’ kids. Rebecca’s son opened his arms first, inviting Bucky on for a hug and soon enough you lost sight of him in a sea of brunette hair.

“You’re his girl right?” Bucky’s nephew asked.

“Yeah, I’m Y/N. Thank you for coming. I know this will mean so much to him.”

“It means a lot to us too. Now come on aunt Y/N, you deserve to get some of this loving too.” You both laugh as he pulls you in for a hug.

For the rest of the afternoon everyone spends it together. Asking questions about Bucky and getting to know the kids. Overall it was a happy occasion and nothing could have been better.

~~~~~~~

That night after everyone had traded numbers and promises of visiting again you found Bucky in your shared room. He was sitting at the edge of the bed with the drawing Steve had given him.

“Hey, everything ok?” You asked softly as you walked in.

“Yeah, today was amazing.”

“Good. You deserved an amazing day.” You say as you watch him place the drawings back in the gift bag.

“Thank you for everything.”

“Don’t thank me just yet. There is one more gift.” You tell him as you open the drawer to your nightstand. Bucky settles on the bed, leaning against the headboard. You straddle his lap and present him a booklet. “Henry wasn’t lying when he said I had one for you too.”

“Hmm, let’s see here then.”

Bucky flips through the book and quickly he begins to blush. He looks up at you wide eyed once he’s done and you only respond by wiggling your eyebrows. Bucky shakes his head and flips the booklet open again to rip out a coupon.

“Don’t worry about it. This one is on the house.” You wink before leaning in and kissing him.

“Wait, the kids.”

“Don’t worry they’re in bed, probably asleep already.”

“Yeah you know how well that worked out last time.” He huffs.

“Good thing they’re sleeping over at Steve’s place then.”

You give Bucky a mischievous grin and suddenly he’s flipping you over.

“Well then let’s celebrate.”

And you did, multiple times. But you would celebrate anything with Bucky. For him having children was sudden and unexpected. There was abuse behind the conception of those kids he clearly adored. You admired how he stepped into fatherhood with grace even when he could have stepped away from the responsibility.

In the morning your lives would be the same regular routine. But it’s one you wouldn’t change for the world if you got to see Bucky being a damn good dad.

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