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[rainy-day-gracie]

- wedding night (2) -

A Venus & Mars mini series

pairing: General Acacius x virgin!wife!Reader

content warning(s): reader insert, no use of y/n, arranged marriage, implied age gap but nothing specific, oral (f recieving), fingering, loss of virginity, piv sex, innocence kink, self indulgent praise kink, Acacius definitely talks you through it, discussions of consent because consent is sexy mandatory, discussion of future sexual acts, AFTERCARE because aftercare is hot, general acacius is in loooooove but doesn't know it yet haha, romantic and intimate as hell, grievous historical inaccuracy because it's fucking fanfiction, canon divergent because duh

a/n: So guys. I saw Gladiator II and it was awesome and Pedro Pascal is the sexiest man alive (in my heart). However, this character's name is not Marcus. I don't know who lied, but we've all been fooled. So in this sequel, the general's name is just Acacius in order to stay at least a little bit true to the actual canon.

I definitely will be writing for these two again because holy shit I made this romantic and I love them so much.

Read wedding night (1) here!

Read bloodlust here!

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Acacius saw heaven in your eyes, a piece of salvation he never thought he might be able to grasp with his blood-stained hands.

He glanced down your body, wrapped beautifully in your white wedding gown, gold jewelry shining in warm candlelight. For a moment, he wondered Venus herself were tricking him with her immortal seduction.

But the blush of red in your cheeks, the shine of desire in your eyes, the beat of your heart in your chest....

No immortal possibly could mimic such evidence of true, temporary, and precious life.

Acacius had been with plenty women in his lifetime, had thought he understood what desire was.

I want you, you had said.

Now, he thinks he's only scratched the surface.

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The general-- Acacius -- peered at you like a starving man at a feast, drinking you in, turning the wheels in his head of what he wanted to do first.

He grasped your hand in both of his, studying the golden band on your ring finger. Evidence of your gods-blessed union.

"I want to see you wearing nothing.... except for this," Acacius breathed, his voice low, and dreamy, like the words were slipping from him with no control.

"I'd like that very much," you said, trying to keep your hand from trembling under his touch.

"May I strip you bare, darling?" He asked, calloused fingertips fiddling with the clasp on your golden bracelet.

"Yes."

Instantly, the bracelet fell, and then the other, and then the other. Acacius' gentle touch drove you wild, methodical and sure. He stopped for a moment, glancing at the purity ring on your pinky, and smirked in a way that nearly made your knees buckle.

Glancing back up to your gaze, he held your stare as he pulled the purity ring off. His lips were a hairsbreadth away from yours, letting you smell the sweet cherry wine on his breath.

"Kiss me," you mumbled.

Acacius' smirk remained. "Patience, darling."

He tucked the purity ring into a pocket of his tunic, and turned you around, so your back pressed against his chest. A sigh caught in your throat, realizing he had turned you both to face the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom.

"Answer me honestly," he said, trailing one of his knuckles down the exposed skin of your spine. "Have you ever touched yourself?"

Heat rose to your cheeks, and you shivered at his light touch. "Uh..."

"Don't you lie to me, now. It's a great sin to lie to your husband," he whispered, his teeth nipping lightly at your ear.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, I- I've touched myself. I've touched... my..."

"Your cunt?" Acacius mused.

You nodded, your chest rising heavily.

"Did you… like it? When you touched yourself?"

"N-no. I've been told it is not ladylike, to... pleasure yourself in that way."

Acacius kissed the back of your neck, making you arch into his touch. "Oh, my poor darling... there's nothing more ladylike in the world. Don't worry... I will show you how."

A full whimper escaped you at that, and Acacius undid the knots of your dress with a chuckle.

The dress fell, leaving you in only your loincloth, tied at your waist. But Acacius was looking at something else.

His eyes were transfixed on your perked breasts, his mouth slightly open as he wrapped one of his hands around the soft flesh. A high-pitched sigh left your throat, and he reached around with his other hand to take hold of the other breast.

"Do you like it when I hold you like this?" Acacius murmured, his mouth at your temple. He twitched his fingertips to pinch your nipples softly, making you close your eyes in pleasure. "Look at me."

Snapping your eyes open again, he stared you down in the mirror with a small devilish grin. He pinched your breasts again, pulling an answer from you. "Yes, Acacius."

"Good girl," he praised, your cunt throbbing at the words. He let go of your breasts, untying the cloth at your hips until you were utterly bare before him, save for your wedding ring. "Lie down on the bed, darling."

He brushed a palm over your plush backside, guiding you towards the beautiful linen bed. Plenty big for two.

You obey with a shy smile, sinking into the blankets and pillows like you were always meant to fit there. Watching from your comfortable bed, Acacius loomed over the foot, undoing buttons on his tunic, and ties on his robes.

Your lips parted slightly as he exposed the tan, scarred skin of his chest, flickering candlelight bathing him in a warm glow. He studied your expressions like a hawk, watching for any sign of discomfort or displeasure.

As he unlaced the toga and loincloth, leaving him as bare as you were, you had to keep yourself from gasping.

His cock hung heavily between his legs, not even fully aroused but still bigger than anything you had anticipated. He wrapped a hand around his manhood, smirking at your expression, but mercifully saying nothing about it.

“I am curious, my wife,” Acacius began, his voice a rumble. He pulled himself onto the marriage bed, caging you in the sheets with his arms and legs straddling. His eyes never left yours. “What did they say about me? When you learned of our union, what whispers crossed your ears?”

You licked your lips, speaking suddenly a challenge. “Um, that you w-were brave…”

Acacius leaned down, pulling one of your legs over his broad shoulders.

“…and strong…”

He mirrored the motion with your other leg, leaving your weeping cunt exposed.

“…a-and…”

Acacius paused, waiting for your answer. “And?”

“General, I shouldn’t speak ill…” you moaned, wondering if one could combust with desire.

“Tell me the truth, darling. Or you won’t get what you so eagerly want.”

“Th-they said you were cruel,” you stammered, desperately, any wall of self preservation coming down. “They said you took anything you desired, washed your hands with blood, and violence was the only language you spoke. Your rage eclipses that of Achilles, and your eyes blacken every time you raise a banner. You are of Mars himself, shedding blood like you were born to it.”

Acacius’ smirk from between your legs was wicked, and he broke your gaze for the first time since lying on the bed.

He studied your open cunt with a glazed expression, like he was lost in the pleasure of staring at your slick desire.

“If I am of Mars then you are of Venus, my darling.”

His words filled you with affection, the way his knees bent on the bed almost like he was worshiping an altar between your legs.

“So pure…” he murmured, as if the words had slipped from his lips.

Your back arched like a bow as he licked a stripe up your soaking slit, sighs escaping from your throat.

Acacius hummed with delight, fucking you on his tongue lazily, drinking your desire like nectar of the gods.

You buried your hands in his hair hesitantly, unsure of what would be pleasing to him. In all the times you eavesdropped on the married women of the court, never once had they mentioned anything like… this. Never once had they mentioned any of the overwhelming pleasure racking every limb of your body. Never once had they mentioned the lightning erupting over your skin with every brush of his calloused palm.

Acacius trailed his hands down your arched torso, cupping your breasts as his mouth traced patterns over your cunt. Your breathy moans made him chuckle into your flesh, the vibrations making you lift your hips with pleasure.

Throbbing built in your pussy, clenching around his tongue as your desire jumped at every brush of his lips.

“A-Acacius, gods…” you cried out, throwing your head back as a pinnacle raced towards you.

“Relax, my darling,” Acacius breathed, bringing one of his hands down to rest at your soft inner thigh. “I’m going to put my hands on you now.”

“Oh, please,” you begged, unsure of what it was you were begging for.

“Tell me if it becomes too much,” Acacius said, and his hand on your thigh moved.

The gentle brush of his rough fingertips on your slick folds had you gasping anew, pulling lightly on the locks of his hair.

“Such a pretty cunt,” Acacius mumbled to himself. “I have half a mind to just keep you like this.”

You whined in protest, your hips chasing his touch.

“So needy for a virgin.”

You threw your head back as his finger pushed past your slick folds, reaching spots inside of yourself that you hadn’t known existed.

“Oh, so tight, my love. You truly are pure.” Acacius curved his finger, brushing against something spongy, and sensitive. A guttural moan escaped your throat, and he laughed softly. “When the pleasure peaks, do not fight it. Let it take you away, somewhere only you and I exist.”

You nodded at his command, closing your eyes as your head sunk into the linen pillows.

Unrestrained cries erupted from you as he pulled his finger out, and in, and out again, hitting that sweet spot with every push inside of your aching cunt.

When he pressed his tongue to the bud at the top of your core, he pushed a second finger deep into your slick, making you wonder if the gods truly did become man. The stretch of his fingers pricked a pain deep within, making you clench tighter around his calloused fingertips. A slight brush of his rough facial hair against your core was your ultimate undoing.

You called out his name as the pleasure rushed down your spine, into your belly, and built in your desperate cunt. He knew it, too, and continued to thrust his fingers deep inside with renewed enthusiasm. His tongue licked against your clit with hunger, tipping you over the edge.

Cries escaped your lips as the pleasure overwhelmed you, every muscle in your body going taut as the desire took over. Your cunt clenched tightly, chasing his fingers, and your spire curved with tension as the wave of lust claimed you.

Acacius watched with a lazy smile as your core squeezed with your orgasm, evidence of your desire dripping off his lips.

“Acacius… Acacius…” you breathed as the climax subsided, your body relaxing into the bed once more.

“How do you feel, darling?” Acacius asked, crawling back up to press his nose against yours. His brown eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with adoration.

In place of an answer, you buried your hands in his curly, soft hair, pressing his lips to yours. He responded instantly, capturing your mouth with the passion of love and war.

His tongue pushed against yours, pure want seeping from every brush of his lips against yours. You gasped as his hands cupped your hips gently, like he was making sure you were a solid thing he could hold in his hands. Like he was worried you might slip through his fingers.

“I want more,” you whispered against his mouth, and he nodded with his eyes closed, like he was dreaming.

“It will hurt for a moment, but I will be gentle with you,” Acacius breathed, trailing light kisses against your throat. “Tell me when there is pain, or if you wish to stop.”

You nodded against his temple, and he pulled his lips back instantly.

“Say you want me, darling. Say you will tell me to stop if you wish.”

The intensity in those brown eyes, the desperation, had you squirming with desire once again.

You held his face in your hands, tracing your thumb against his rough stubble, studying him.

Acacius' nose was utterly Roman, looking like it had possibly been broken once or twice. Every mark on him was evidence of a man that had seen the Underworld and walked away, but not without a few scars to show for it. Though he had been nothing but gentle with you, there was no doubt he could live up to his reputation of bloodletting.

Still, you held him close.

"I want you, Acacius. I will tell you to stop if I wish to." There was no hesitation, no tremor in your voice.

He sighed in relief, reaching down to his hard cock and bringing it between your legs. You whined at the sensitive touch, and he grunted at the slickness of your folds.

"So wet for me, darling, so perfect," he moaned in your ear, guiding the soft flesh of your thighs to wrap around his hips.

Tentatively, he rubbed his cock up and down your core, getting you accustomed to the blunt feeling. You whined breathlessly, near begging for him to fuck you already.

"Patience, darling. I need to go slow to not hurt you," he mumbled.

The blunt head of his cock pushed past your sensitive folds, and you dug your nails into the strong muscles of his back.

Acacius let out a guttural groan into the heated skin of your neck. "So wet, and tight."

You called his name like a prayer, your head tossed back in pain and pleasure. Over and over again, you called his name.

"A little more, easy, easy..." Acacius moaned, pushing further into your virgin cunt.

You cried out in pinching desire. "S-so much, Acacius..."

"I know, darling. We're halfway there."

You held tight to him, his rough hands on your soft skin distracting you from the stretch of your cunt around his cock. "H-halfway?"

Acacius chuckled, holding still inside of you to let you adjust. "You feel... divine. So, so perfect, my sweet wife."

A high pitched moan escaped you as he pulled back slightly, kissing your neck as he pushed farther in. You clenched around him, and his lips on your clammy skin sent a fresh wave of lust panging though you.

But Acacius stopped, and you gasped in pain again, as if he had hit a barrier in your core he couldn't push past. You knew he could bottom out if he so wanted, but not without tearing you deeply.

Instead of pushing forward, he stayed where he was inside of you, tracing his nose along the curve of your jaw.

When he spoke again, his voice was low, almost like he didn't mean for you to hear his words.

"Do you want to know what I want, darling?"

You were too breathless to answer.

Acacius continued. "I want to fuck you so well that all of Rome hears you calling my name. I want to mark you with my mouth so you may look in the mirror and think only of me. I want fall to my knees and thank the gods that gave you to me. But for now, my darling... I want you to come on my cock with your most divine cunt."

Your cunt, as if on command, fluttered, and you moaned as he was able to fill you to the hilt without a pinch of discomfort.

"Oh, yes," Acacius whispered, his tongue darting out along your pulse point. You cried out in pleasure as he shifted inside of you, holding tight to his strong back.

"You... are... perfect, darling," he panted, thrusting slowly, in and out, in and out. "So warm, and tight..."

"Acacius, please..."

"Please... what?" Acacius teased, biting your bottom lip slightly as he pushed back into you.

"More... more," you said, digging your nails into the muscles of his shoulders.

Acacius responded in kind, chuckling at your desperation. "As my lady commands."

His thrusts into your aching cunt deepened, becoming harder as you grew needy for his strength. You tossed your head back with a high-pitched cry when he was able to hit that perfectly sensitive spot inside of you, and the reaction made him even more ravenous for you.

"Oh, you take my cock so well," Acacius praised, the words making your cunt clench around him. "So, so good, my darling."

As if he knew what you needed before you did, he pulled his chest away from yours, sitting up on his knees while thrusting into you. He looped his wide arms underneath your spread legs, angling you upwards on his thighs and pulling your hips up off of the bed. Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you arched your back off the sheets with a shriek of delight.

"Acacius, Acacius," you cried out, the new angle sending him deep into your core, hitting spots you hadn't even known existed.

"That's it, say my name," Acacius said with a smirk. "Say my name when I fuck you, tell all of Rome who is making you feel this good."

You couldn't stop, the falling of his name from your lips dripping like sweet honey. All you could feel was the sweat of his skin against yours, the calloused of his hands as they gripped your soft thighs closely, and the depths of your core his cock was able to reach.

"You're going to cum for me," Acacius ordered, his words coming out in pants of breath. "You're going to cum for me, because you're a good girl. You're a good girl, aren't you? Letting me fuck her virgin cunt so nicely, such a good girl..."

At his praise, your cunt tightened around his cock, back arching like a bow. As you came, he pressed a calloused hand into the flesh above your pelvis, the pressure making your high all the more intense. You cried out his name, over and over again, the two of you becoming the only people in the world as the tidal wave of pleasure overwhelmed you.

Acacius' thrusts into your aching core sped, became less focused, and you knew he was losing control himself as you came apart underneath him. Your name fell from his lips as he pressed his hand further into the spot below your belly, where his cock seemed to bulge into his palm as your cunt pulsed around him.

"Such a good girl, such a good wife," he moaned. Only when your core could only twitch in response to his strong thrusts did he slow, leaning back over you and capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

A warmth pooled within you, evidence of his pleasure. You didn't know if you'd ever felt such an intimate connection with anyone as you did with him, his kiss burning a brand into your heart as the heat of passion faded.

Acacius pulled away after a moment, breathing heavily against your throat. "Hold still a moment," he warned. His palms pressed against your hips, his cock sliding from you with a slight sting. You followed his advice, your legs feeling weak and shaky.

You studied him as he crossed the bedchamber to the washroom, his broad back dimpling with the movement. Returning with a clean cloth and a faint smile on his lips, the dimple in his cheek made your heart swell as he saw your sprawled body on his massive bed.

"Feeling comfortable?" Acacius asked, eyebrows raised with amusement.

You nod, watching him as he crossed over to you, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as he carefully wiped your messy core.

Breaking from your lips for a moment, he pressed his nose against yours, and you cherished the gentle, intimate gesture.

"Shall I call the servants for a hot bath?" Acacius mumbled, tossing the cloth aside.

"A hot bath sounds divine, but only if we may take one together," you reply, slightly giddy.

Acacius furrowed his brows in confusion. "What is making you laugh, my darling?"

You kissed him again, long and slow. Time stood still, and it was as if you could physically feel the bond forging between the two of you, forging in a slow burn of a crackling fire. It was warm, and easy, and comforting.

You broke away, studying him in his eyes. "You are simply... not what I expected."

Acacius smiled, that damn dimple curving in his cheek.

The most feared general on the continent.

Your husband.

Acacius kissed your forehead. "You, my darling, are everything I've been dreaming of."

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“I want a divorce.”

Your tone doesn’t waver nor break, voice engulfed in plainness.

It was one of the issues Ellie’s had since your marriage: an act to combine assets initiated by your parents. They never intended to have a daughter — you told Ellie the night of your honeymoon — but when your mother laid eyes on you, warming you with the skin of her chest for the first time, she painted your entire future in her mind. An object. The finest to be drenched and drowned in riches and diamonds, only living under multi-million dollar homes owned by your husband’s family name. Just as long as you played your role. A silent, unopinionated, docile baby-making machine.

Your parents nearly had a heart attack when they found one of your diaries filled with pictures of naked women, either hand drawn or torn from pages of your father’s filthy magazines. Your mother told you she should’ve aborted you, just when you thought you’d finally have a normal birthday party. The heavy breaths of your sobs extinguished the flame above your 18th candle.

But you’re 22 now; fabulously wealthy, married and…

Staring at your wife… plainly, even though the flames in your eyes rages war. The dining table is a battleground and a red dot punctures right through Ellie’s forehead. She’s not sure what you are.

Your marriage was not ideal. Not only was it forced and filled with shame, but Ellie grew resentful rather quickly. Towards the man that brought her into such a shrouded lifestyle, towards the heavens above for cursing her with life, but when she couldn’t attack, she brought it to your bedroom. You suffered, she’ll admit. It only took two weeks into your marriage for her to find an escape through other unassuming women while you laid in your shared bed with a tear-soaked pillow. You never knew when she’d come home, but when she did, she never failed to berate you. It carried on for months, the blame; blaming you for everything that’s happened to her thus far, despite her knowing that you’re a victim just as much as she is. You were her only emotional outlet. Or punching bag.

But despite every torment she threw your way, you never failed to smile at her the next morning with her coffee in your hands.

You always remained silent. Until now.

The delicious meal you prepared has soured on her tongue. All she can do is stare at you in disbelief.

She takes in the polite fold of your hands, 16 carat, rose gold, wedding band still on your ring finger. Her eyes rush over the plumpness of your lips, the delicate curve of your nose, the rise and fall of your chest… the way your breasts expand in your flowery dress with each breath.

Ellie swallows, nearly choking at the sudden dryness in her throat.

“… What?”

“I want a divorce.”

Your tone raises. Not aggressively; that wouldn’t fit you. You wanted her to hear you.

She huffs despite the burning tips of her ears. “I’m sure.” She mocks with a smirk.

Your eyes squint. “I’m not joking.”

“You know who else wasn’t?” She leans across the table, pinning you with her gaze, “Our parents. They don’t give a fuck about what we do and don’t want. We’re lucky they put us together.”

“I…”

Ellie flinches when your voice cracks to a whisper. Never once has the shell you mask yourself in cracked. Not once. Not in front of Ellie, your parents, her family, even strangers. You’ve never failed to put on a dazzling smile for the spectators.

“I want to be in love.” Tears free fall from your eyes and your chin trembles, “There’s no… I don’t have anyone. I never did.”

“I thought we could… at least be friends. I know you didn’t want this, I know — b-but… I can’t keep doing this. I feel like I’m dying—“

Ellie knows you’re talking about her, and guilt swallows her whole. It’s a shame, really; you’re gorgeous when you cry. Why’s her heart pounding this madly?

“I want someone to treat me like I-I’m alive, no one sees me, I d — don’t feel real —“

Ellie stands when your often assembled appearance begins to crumble. She’s never seen you so shattered, gasping for air like it’s limited. She recognizes this. You’re breaking, just like she did the night before she signed her life over to your family.

“Hey—“

Your seat goes flying back when your heeled feet plant on the marble floor, manicured nails clutching at the skin of your chest raw. She rushes over when your sobs crack, desperately trying to get air in your lungs with pleading and fearful eyes.

“Hey, hey, look at me, c’mon—“

Your fists pound against her chest in between wails, makeup streaking down your face, clumping your fluttery lashes. She calls out to you with hands on your soaked cheeks, tells you to count, to spell your name for her, but you can’t hear. You can’t function. Have you ever been this close?

Ellie curses before her hand flies into the jug filled with sphered ice cubes, shoving them into the side of your neck. They melt instantly from the heat of your skin, but you gasp and flinch from the cold.

“Yeah, feel that? Feels nice? Focus on that.”

Her hand delves into the jug until your jerky breaths calm into spluttered exhales. She’s sure she’s frost bitten.

You’re quiet again. Docile again. Anxious. Embarrassed. Heartbroken. And so fucking angry. Ellie’s getting whiplash looking into your eyes. They’re speckled with gold and… something foreign. She can’t place it. The hand on your cheek swiftly falls to her side.

“You—“ she clears her throat when you wobble, vibrating form pushing up against her, nose almost brushing hers, “You alright?”

But you say nothing, eyes distant. You simply step out of your heels with tightly clenched fists and jostled hair before walking towards the staircase.

“I’m very tired.” You say plainly over your shoulder before trekking up the steps. She watches cautiously until a door slams shut. She, after minutes of gawking at the staircase, takes in the scenery around her. Everything is where it should be… minus your plate is cold and untouched. But your wine glass is empty. She's not sure where the bottle is. Since when do you drink?

Her mind is unsettled and there’s a stutter in her chest. Your home is silent. A heaviness that weighs her down.

She assumed that the uncomfortable twist in her gut was from her own wrongdoings since your marriage.

Not at all.

Ellie’s concerned. There’s something off about you.

More off than usual.

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These earrings can effortlessly transition from casual to formal settings. Whether paired with a sleek evening gown or a casual blouse, their elegant design makes them suitable for all occasions.

3. Timeless Appeal

While trends in jewelry come and go, diamond drop earrings in rose gold remain timeless. Their classic yet contemporary look ensures they never go out of style, making them a valuable addition to any jewelry collection.

Styling Ideas for Diamond Drop Earrings in Rose Gold

The versatility of diamond drop earrings in rose gold allows for endless styling possibilities. Here are a few ideas:

For a Romantic Evening Look

Pair these earrings with soft, flowing fabrics like satin or chiffon to create an effortlessly romantic vibe. Add a matching rose gold black diamond earrings for a bold yet cohesive look.

For an Elegant Office Style

Elevate your workwear by pairing these earrings with a tailored blazer or a chic dress. The understated elegance of gold flower earrings with diamonds can also complement your look without overpowering it.

For Casual Daywear

Even in casual settings, these earrings can shine. Pair them with a simple top and jeans or a summer dress for an easy, polished look. Add delicate pieces like ringen or oorbellen to complete the ensemble.

How Diamond Drop Earrings Compare to Other Styles

While diamond drop earrings in rose gold are a statement on their own, comparing them to other styles can help you diversify your collection.

Rose Gold Black Diamond Earrings

If you’re drawn to edgier designs, rose gold black diamond earrings are an excellent choice. The contrast between the warm rose gold and the dark brilliance of black diamonds creates a dramatic effect perfect for evening wear or bold outfits.

Flower Diamond Earrings in Yellow Gold

For a more playful and feminine look, flower diamond earrings in yellow gold are ideal. Their nature-inspired design adds charm and whimsy to any outfit, making them a great option for daytime events or garden parties.

Gold Flower Earrings with Diamonds

Gold flower earrings with diamonds combine the timeless elegance of floral motifs with the luxury of diamonds. These earrings are versatile and suitable for both casual and formal occasions, offering a balance of sophistication and charm.

Diamond Flower Stud Earrings

For those who prefer minimalist jewelry, diamond flower stud earrings offer a subtle yet elegant option. Their compact design makes them ideal for daily wear while still providing the sparkle of diamonds.

Tips for Choosing the Perfect Diamond Drop Earrings in Rose Gold

When shopping for diamond drop earrings in rose gold, keep the following tips in mind:

1. Consider the Occasion

Think about when and where you’ll wear the earrings. If you’re looking for a versatile piece, opt for a classic design with medium-length drops. For special events, bolder designs with intricate details may be more suitable.

2. Focus on Quality

Examine the quality of the diamonds and the rose gold. Look for diamonds with excellent clarity and color to ensure maximum sparkle. High-quality rose gold, often 14K or 18K, ensures durability and a beautiful finish.

3. Match with Other Jewelry

To create a cohesive look, consider pairing your earrings with complementary jewelry, such as a diamond flower stud earrings or a ringen. Coordinated accessories enhance your overall appearance and make a stronger style statement.

4. Comfort Matters

Earrings should not only be beautiful but also comfortable to wear. Check the weight and length of the earrings to ensure they feel light and secure throughout the day.

Caring for Your Rose Gold Jewelry

To keep your diamond drop earrings in rose gold looking their best, follow these care tips:

Regular Cleaning: Clean your earrings gently with a soft cloth and mild soap to remove dirt and oils.

Avoid Harsh Chemicals: Keep your earrings away from harsh cleaning agents and perfumes that can tarnish the metal.

Proper Storage: Store your earrings in a soft pouch or a lined jewelry box to prevent scratches and damage.

Conclusion: Embrace the Elegance of Diamond Drop Earrings in Rose Gold

Diamond drop earrings in rose gold are a testament to timeless elegance and modern sophistication. Whether you’re dressing up for a romantic evening, attending a formal event, or adding a touch of glamour to your daily look, these earrings are a versatile and stunning choice. Paired with complementary pieces like flower diamond earrings in yellow gold or gold flower earrings with diamonds, they can help you create a personalized and polished style.

Investing in quality jewelry like diamond drop earrings in rose gold not only enhances your wardrobe but also offers a piece you’ll treasure for years to come. Explore these timeless designs and let them become an integral part of your jewelry collection.

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Hihi! I was wondering if you have any headcanons of LaxusXNatsu and what their wedding would look like? Or if Natsu was dying -dark I know. Pls pls pls. It's such a rare pair and it's murdering me. 🥺

For the wedding:

Laxus proposed. He basically had to--even when in a serious relationship, Natsu isn't thinking about the future, only the present. He may have had a crush on Laxus forever, but once they were together, he was basically content with life. Laxus was the one who wanted his family history to legally include Natsu.

Their initial plan is to go for a summer wedding, given that it's Natsu's favorite season, but once they decide to go with an outdoor wedding, they change it to October, so it'll be more pleasant out.

They set it and time it perfectly for firefly season, so that by the time of the reception, the air is full of flickering yellow-green lights. Fireflies (🔥) are also called lightning bugs (⚡), in case you didn't know.

They both wear white suits. They double up on boutonnieres, Natsu with a pink rose and Laxus with a large sunflower, both accented with sagiso. Women and men alike that attend will attest to the fact that Laxus and Natsu in their respective fits set a new standard for looking straight-up ideal.

Natsu is not having one of those bullshit-ass giant cakes you're not actually even supposed to eat. Buttercream, thank you very much, and everyone gets two slices. But, they also serve baked Alaskas at the reception.

Gray and Lucy are double-booked as the photographers. They take their jobs very seriously and Gray even trains for it.

Little Asuka is given the title of flower girl, and no one would dare dream of taking it from her.

The rings: Natsu's ring is made of stainless steel coated with yellow gold, and bearing a sunstone set into it, while Laxus is given a polished black titanium band with a gold belt running through it.

Neither one of them really gets used to the word 'husband' very quickly. Although they modify their last names as Dreyar-Dragneel, they still go by their given surnames most of the time.

Natsu dying:

You read Breathe so I know you know how I'd write this.

This one kinda depends on, you know, how Natsu is dying.

Natsu dying of wounds in battle gets a very heels-dug-in response. You know, denial, telling him to hang on, trying to drag him away from any danger.

Natsu dying in a more undignified manner, on a sickbed or whatnot, gets a more muted response. All he can really do is be at Natsu's side, so that's what he does. No, he won't be doing it naked--thanks for that, Mashima.

Natsu isn't just a lover for Laxus or for anyone else; he's basically the face of the Fairy Tail guild, and a strong source of hope and inspiration. The idea of him dying is very, very depressing and can impact morale, even for someone as undefeatable as Laxus.

This is so depressing, we're stopping here.

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Pairing: Shouto x F!Reader

CW: brief sexual mention, brief misogyny mention (not from Shouto)

Summary: Shouto’s love language is gift giving, and he doesn’t care who complains.

Notes: Partially inspired by some blurbos I've seen floating around.

Shouto follows closely behind you as you browse the jewelry store. You’re heavy with excitement, a smile plastered on your face as you finally point to one of the many rings protected in the glass display. 

“Shouto, come look.”

Tilting his head over your shoulder, he sees now what caught your attention. It’s a beautiful ring with a generous sized diamond and side stones plastered in the center of a rose gold band with thin shimmery lines around the length. He can agree that it would look nice on you. 

“Is that the one you want?”

You nod fervently and beckon the sales associate over to discuss the price, and he immediately notices your face fall as soon as the number comes to light.

“Oh…that’s kind of high,” you state softly, looking to Shouto for support and approval. Shouto already knows what’s on your mind. That this is too much for a single purchase, that if the price tag ever got out about this there’d probably be some backlash towards you. 

However, Shouto doesn’t really care about that even if he knows you do. This purchase is important, once in a lifetime, and if that ring makes you happy then there’s no concern about the price. After all, this is your wedding ring even if not everyone would agree with your union.

Shouto must be crazy to marry you, they’d say. His girlfriend is a golddigger, they’d say. Clout chaser, they’d say. And those are the tame things. Ironically, Todoroki was always afraid he’d hear those words from his own family before anyone else but social media and the strangers on it are another beast. 

Women from a meager background like yours can only scavenge their way into high society. They ride there on the coattails of powerful men, buying an express ticket for as long as the beauty of youth will take them until time creeps in like it always does. Then, they’ll disembark, taking half with them.

You’re no exception to that scrutiny. You don’t work; no hair out of place; not one broken manicured nail. It must be an easy life for a woman dating one of Japan’s top heroes. 

To Shouto, there isn’t much wrong with that. 

Shouto isn’t good with sweet words. The phrases “I love you” and “You’re important to me” comes easily enough, whispered late in the dark of night and early in the fast minutes of morning. However, poetry of his love for you does not come as easy. His head knows how much he cares for you, but his mouth fails to put it together in a beautiful way; and if he couldn’t give the person who has always taken care of him since high school the flowery language of a poet then he certainly could buy flowery perfumes instead. He could buy make-up. He could buy clothes and jewelry and candies. 

You deserve nice things like that, the same way you give him nice things with the comfort of your understanding words, the tender grasp of your hand when it grabs him after a nightmare from childhood, and the passionate grind of your body in the quiet of your shared home. 

His mother never got the luxury of a powerful marriage like that. You deserve to be taken care of the way she wasn’t, the way he wants you to be.

Some may call it spoiling or simping as Camie explains it. 

But why shouldn’t he spoil you , he wonders.

He has the money to spend, very little he needs or wants for himself, and you’re everything, so why not choose to spend it on you? Why shouldn’t he want you to be content, well cared for, a princess, his princess?

Shouto will throw check after check onto the fires of devotion if that’s what it takes; they’ll talk, of course, but that’s okay.

They simply don’t see it: how excited you get when he comes home after a mission, how you nearly jump into his arms and fuss over the smallest scratch, how you burned your hand trying to cook zaru soba for the first time, how much you layer him in kisses until the trail of your lips become beacons of heat for his quirk to flare under. 

When that happens, the name of the expensive brand of lipstick you wear is absent in his heat-dazed mind; your eyes sparkle when they capture his, forever watching as you move your body against his, shining more than the many jewels that constantly adorn your body; your skin like velvet, legs smooth around his waist – the pack of lotion you wore on that day set for delivery subscription immediately after. 

You smell subtly, almost unnoticeably sweet, a bit like apples with a hint of something he can’t place but it always has him dying to stand close to you, and those pretty French-tipped nails of yours feel the best when massaging the back of his head when he comes home and finds himself wanting to rest against the cushion of your thighs. 

If taking care of that cute exterior he loves, the one you maintain because you like looking nice for him, and keeping you adorned in pretty and pink clothes costs money, well, he doesn’t think there’s a price he minds paying so long as it’s within his means. 

There are plenty of words people can call him for doing so much for you, for wanting and allowing you to live an overly comfortable life; many of those words he still doesn’t really understand even after Camie’s explanations, but that’s okay, too, because making you happy isn’t a one-sided endeavor.

Seeing you safe and happy, watching the cute little dance you do whenever you eat good food, and the joy in your eyes whenever you get to go on vacation - alone with him - all makes him happy in return. 

So, Shouto will buy the ring. The price tag is irrelevant and so are the comments that’ll come. Those men, the ones online and the ones whose heads turn and whose mouths whisper from behind when he says “we’ll take it,” are simply jealous they can’t afford to take care of you the way he can, the way you deserve.

And the adorable, quiet cheer you make as you wrap your arms around his neck is more than enough repayment.